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As the sound of an alarm clock pierced the calmness of the early morning, a young girl rolled over to silence it. She glanced at the time on the screen, 6:30. With a large groan, she heaved herself out of bed before rubbing her eyes, clearing away her brunette hair, which was all over the place from her sleep last night. She slid her feet out of her bathroom and into the adjacent hallway. She trudged down the hallway, practically sleepwalking as she entered into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, she waited a bit for the water to warm up. As she waited, she sat herself on the toilet, emptying her bladder's contents with a nice sigh. As she finished up, she entered into the stream of hot water, using it to wake herself up. She was only in there a few minutes before she exited, wrapping a towel around herself.
Quickly returning back to her room to change and do her hair, she put on a pair of skinny jeans and a sweatshirt for the cold outdoors that was inevitably waiting for her. She made her way down to the kitchen where an older woman was making breakfast. She quickly diverted her attention from cooking to the figure who had just entered.
"Good morning Rebecca...I'm making your favorite breakfast for your special day." She acknowledged politely.
"I told you before mom...being a teacher's assistant is nothing special. Most of the time they just sit there for the entire class." The young woman responded quickly as she started to prepare a mug of coffee.
"Yes...but you just graduated high school Rebecca, you finished all of your classes early...that's a huge accomplishment! Now you're a TA for the rest of the semester...and it's the first day of that...so I'm making it regardless."
Rebecca thought better of arguing with her mother as she prepared her mug of coffee, sitting at the table. Before long, her mom had prepared a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast. The aroma quickly overcame her and she began to dig in without hesitation. As she finished, she placed her plate in the dishwasher, grabbing her mug of coffee. "Thank you..." She nodded in gratitude before making the brief trek back to her room. She pulled the backpack off of her chair as she slung it across her back. Instead of being filled with the crushing weight of textbooks, all Rebecca carried today was a laptop and a notebook. She pulled out her empty reusable water bottle and slid it into the compartment in the side. She took a deep breath as she departed her house, her coffee mug in hand. As soon as she exited, she immediately felt the cool air brushing up against her sweatshirt. Rebecca took a sip from her mug as she started to walk down the sidewalk towards the local high school.
It wasn't a very long walk and it was one that Rebecca had made for three and a half years up to this point. She joined the dozens of other students who walked to school and eventually slid up next to one of her friends who lived nearby.
"Hey there Alice...how does it feel to still be in class?" Rebecca teased, giving off a slight chuckle.
"I only have one class...meanwhile you have to be a TA for the entire semester..." Alice promptly responded back to Rebecca.
"You know they do absolutely nothing right? I get to be a teacher's assistant, sit there for a few hours, and get the credit for it." Rebecca defended as she shrugged her shoulders. "Besides...it's chemistry...that class is an absolute joke."
Alice only rolled her eyes as they approached the brick facade of the school. The two girls promptly walked up the small staircase into the school. They quickly said their goodbyes as they went their separate ways. Rebecca made her way along the linoleum floor as she continued sipping from her coffee in order to wake herself up. Glancing up at a nearby clock, she ensured she was on time. "7:15...perfect." She thought to herself as she peered around into a nondescript room.
Rebecca glanced inside, as she saw a few students already seated. She walked up to the teacher's desk where a younger man in his 30s was seated, working on his computer. Rebecca cleared her throat and introduced herself. "Mr. Engstrom? I'm Rebecca...I'm your TA for the semester." She introduced politely. The teacher looked up and produced a friendly smile. "Ah...Rebecca...good to meet you. Today will be a bit of a busy day...it's the start of the 2nd semester...but we already have three classes that are year round. Only one new class today...which will be 1st period. Otherwise...we're doing a test in one class, an experiment in another and plain classwork in the last period. Does that sound good?" He inquired, although Rebecca didn't really have much of an option.
"That sounds great Mr. Engstrom...I suppose I'll be waiting at the back until you need me." Rebecca offered as she made her way to the back of the class where a small table was. She sat down, putting her backpack next to her feet as she set her mug on the table after taking a sip from it. She shook it around gently to see how much was left. "About half...not too bad..." She muttered to herself as she observed the remaining students pile into the class. Another few minutes passed before a loud bell shrieked out throughout the school. The teacher gently closed the door and stood at the front of the class, waiting for the students to be silent. Once they were, he began to introduce himself.
"Good morning everyone...I'm Mr. Engstrom...I'll be your teacher for this semester. I'm excited to be teaching you all chemistry...I know you all will do great in this class. I've been teaching for about three years at this point so I'm still relatively new. However, this semester, I'm lucky to have a teacher's assistant...she's currently a senior and she just technically graduated..." He narrated, motioning upwards with his hand upon concluding the last part.
Rebecca rose up out of her seat and gave off a polite wave. "I'm Rebecca...like Mr. Engstrom said...I just graduated but I decided to be a TA for this semester. I took this class back in sophomore year so I know what to expect and I can help you guys out if need be." She introduced as she soon sat back down. She let out a soft chuckle to herself as she noticed how some of the male students seemed to perk up when they saw her. She was fairly attractive and had a bit of a lean tone to her. Even in her previous classes, many of her male classmates would steal occasional glances in her direction when they believed she wasn't looking. Rebecca thought of herself as slight above average looks wise but it always amused her on how her fellow students looked at her.
As the teacher continued narrating, Rebecca entertained herself by drinking from her coffee mug. It was early in the morning and she had many hours to go for the day. She wanted to wake herself up with her caffeinated beverage so she wouldn't fall asleep by the end of the day. She simply relaxed in her chair as she listened to the teacher's speech, as it finally concluded. "Alright...let's begin class now."
With that, Rebecca's day as a TA had begun.
(This is the 1st part to a new story, let me know any feedback you have!) |
It was very early in the morning currently in New York City, where Carol Danvers lay fast asleep under the blankets. While she was asleep her bladder really wanted to excrete her waste that was from her hangover last night. Her body really was pushing for her to go to the toilet and to go pee, but if she’s out like light I don’t think she will actually know what the hell is going on. Underneath those sheets and blankets she was practically naked, Danvers was totally a nudist she loved going to bed naked and also loved to walk around Tony Stark’s mansion completely nude, which turned on many of her teammates such as Thor, Spider-Man and even Stark himself.
Anyway let’s get back to the story, her muscles started to relax and started to weaken. She really had to pee but being asleep she would not know the pain she endured while tucked nice and silently in her bed. Little drips started forming, which laid a damp circle on her pristine sheets and so this began her wetting.
A few minutes after Carol woke up and straight away noticed her desperate desire, Danvers grabbed herself as she got out of bed and waddled her way towards the bathroom. Captain Marvel as she was known as, had a love for wetting herself and sometimes messing herself, but today she didn’t feel accustomed to and therefore chose what any normal human being would do.
She immediately started to send off some squirts of pee that she couldn’t bare to hold it in, she was in so much pain as her desperation felt like someone was chocking her to death. Danvers made it to the bathroom door and opened it and straight away sat on the toilet and started peeing in seconds, she described the sight to being like a waterfall and as hot as the sun.
That was two days ago, today was the day that all the Avengers could go to the new Chinese restaurant that Black Widow was dying to try and to see if it’s better than their regular one. But what funny thing about their stories of being there, is Natasha (Black Widow) always contracts diarrhoea and has to go to the bathroom frequently and most of the times she doesn’t make it, because the bathroom is so far from the dining area. One of her more humorous diarrhoea stories is that time when she was completely tipsy and mistakenly took the kids gaming room for the bathroom and had a shit in the bin that was always sat next to the door.
After their basic duties of defending New York and the world from evil threats, they get ready to go to this new restaurant, by that time it was 5 pm and Stark booked it for 6:30. Carol Danvers looked incredibly sexy in her bright red dress that exposed her beautiful thighs, Natasha Romanoff wore a lovely white dress that also exposed her legs and so far Danvers and her looked as beautiful as angels. Then Scarlet Witch wore a very similar dress to Carol, but it was much tighter and she only loved it that way because she loved to play with herself when in desperation to pee, Wasp wore a dress that identical matched her super suit’s colours (black and yellow) and Gamora, Shuri and everyone else wore this dark blue dress that was all to tight on them, but decided to leave it like that to torture their bladders.
6:30 PM at the restaurant (Carol Danvers Wetting Part 1)
This new Chinese restaurant was so much bigger and looked more modern than their usual one, this was something Captain Marvel noticed upon arriving. Tony then had to get all the seating right and placed them in this order:
- Peter Parker sits with Shuri
- Thor sits with Carol Danvers and Brunnhilde (Valkyrie)
- Steve Rogers sits with Natasha Romanoff
- Bruce Banner sits with Wanda Maximoff
- Scott Lang sits with Hope Van Dyne
- Clint Barton sits with Mantis, Okoye and Gamora
and of course
- Tony Stark and his wife Pepper Pots
Although Stark thought that was an impressive team with him, he originally wanted the other remaining Guardians Of Galaxy members to come as well, but they were too busy and left Gamora here because she was so fascinated by Earth when she arrived her for the first time, which was just shy of two weeks ago. Brunnhilde was already in desperate need for the toilet and this being because she always gets drunk and always drinks very big helpings of alcohol. There she’s sitting right next to Carol and trying her best not let anyone watch her squirm. Underneath the table she has her legs swaying side by side and crossing them over to hold it in. However she doesn’t and wets herself without anyone noticing and luckily for she’s wearing a diaper, which is a little ritual she has become accustomed to because of her habit of getting pissed.
The waiter comes over to ask them what they want and Tony orders very classic Chinese food and soon after Stark buys some red wine for everyone to enjoy and yes I think Valkyrie goes a bit too overboard. As the food finally arrives after a long wait most of the girls are starting to get very desperate to pee from their drink, especially Pepper. As waiter places all the dishes down, Pepper is squirming in her seat and try so hard to hide it from her husband, now everything has been placed on the table everyone jumps in and helps themselves. By now Pepper can’t fake it anymore she’s really desperate now and she doesn’t want her husband to see her embarrass herself in front of her friends and complete strangers that are also here to enjoy the grand opening of this restaurant.
Although the thought of her hiding it from her husband was becoming more and more stupid to do as her brain remembered Tony being very turned on by her holds and even her accidents. So she whispers in her husband’s ear saying “Tony, I’m really desperate to pee”. And Tony replies saying “Honey that’s wonderful! Do you think you could hold onto it for a bit longer?” Pots says nothing but just nods her head in agreement with his question. Shortly after this Carol was the next victim to this and vigorously crossed her legs to maintain the inevitable flood inside of her. Although the pressure of force that was being reacted on her felt very nice and she knew it would cause an accident to occur, but did she really want to expose her passion for wetting herself in a room full of strangers that could humiliate her?
That was the big question that was facing, anyway she whispered to her friends saying “I’m just going to the bathroom.” Nobody replied back and the desperate hero walked to the bathroom and found the longest queue ever outside the ladies, it was even bigger than the lines she was used to back at Avengers Mansion. She grabbed herself as she waited and just by feeling her actual bladder she knew she was out of her mind, she was just close to 100%, she felt like she was 85% full sand she knew her time would eventually come.
As the line slowly became smaller and smaller, her bladder became larger and larger, which just made her even more embarrassed. When she was in the middle of the line her bladder felt like it was 99% she was on the verge of an accident and she god damn knew it, by now most of the girls couldn’t be bothered with holding and went to go other places to get rid of their waste, but the noises of their own desperation was so loud that the very thought of water could cause the strongest female Avenger to a accident.
She tried her best not to listen to the sounds of those girls urinating and also the restaurant was on the waterfront and looking at the river would torment her mind to wet herself. Now there was only four remaining in the line, but already Danvers has obtained a full bladder and by now the percentage for her bladder would be 102%, Captain Marvel just came up with a plan to go to the men’s and do her business there and so she did. She constantly checked if there were any men walking nearby that could stop her from completing her plan and the whole sneaking and checking thing really made her seem like a spy infiltrating their enemy’s hideout without being seen.
She opened the door of the men’s bathroom and then shut it so that no one could open it again and then she spotted the urinals which was something she was dying to try out and took her dress off to do so, but before she could let it out she heard a knock outside. It was a man who was desperate to pee and because Danvers was known for kindness used a proton blast to destroy the latch on the door to let him in and obviously before all this pulled her dress back on. She then quickly flew out the window just before the man could see her and found she was in a bushy area and pulled her dress off and immediately she started to pee before she even pulled her panties off. So she spent a long time weeing though her panties in between the grass, she felt so relieved that she did not embarrass herself in front of strangers that would make fun of her accident just like an accident she had while being trained in the arts of the Kree. |
(Artist: zerink of tumblr.com)
Zelda's Late Night
It was the end of another fine day in Skyloft, as the sun began to set behind the distant clouds. The sunsets are always so beautiful, Zelda thought to herself as she sat upon her favorite hill, overlooking the Skyloft Academy. She giggled inwardly as she found herself wishing that her childhood friend, Link, were here with her. She had been hiding up there all day practicing The Ballad of the Goddess in preparation for the annual Wing Ceremony the next day. The Wing Ceremony consisted of a race to determine who would graduate and become a knight. This year, Zelda had been chosen as the maiden who would enact the role of the Goddess in the final part of the ceremony, while the victor would be enacting the role of the Goddess's chosen hero. She blushed again as she thought of Link being the victor, it would just be so perfect for her to be the one to do the ceremony for him. I will need to remember to make sure Link gets his practicing in tomorrow and doesn't sleep in! She thought to herself. Finally, she decided to get up and return to the academy. Dusting herself off, she took one last look back at the sunset, she wanted to stay and watch it till the end, but she didn't want Pipit, or any of the other senior class knights to give her a hard time for missing curfew again.
Later that evening, Zelda was safely in her room at the Skyloft Academy, getting in some more late night practice. She already had the rhythm of the harp down, but was still struggling with a few of the lyrics. So she sat at her desk with a cup of water to keep her whistle wet in one hand, and a lyrical score sheet in the other. Hoping that no one else would hear her, she had been singing quietly to herself, practicing the verses. After awhile, she grew uncomfortable sitting at her desk, so she moved over to sit on her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her boots, then stood up again to remove her white tights and other adornings. Feeling a little more free now, she sat back on the bed with her legs folded, still wearing the cute pink dress she had made for the upcoming ceremony. After a few more minutes, she rolled over on her stomach, and held the paper out in front of her. As she did this, it put more pressure on her bladder, and she realized that she had to pee. Deciding that maybe a little break would be good anyway, she rolled out of bed, slid into her slippers, and exited the room.
(Artist: moxie2D of Deviantart)
Zelda walked daintily down the hallway, hoping that none of the boys would see her in a partial state of undress. The short time laying on her stomach had really put a strain on her bladder, much more so than she realized, but fortunately, the restroom was only just down the hall. Upon reaching it, she discovered that the door was locked. "Hello, is anyone in there?" she said softly, as she lightly knocked on the door. There was no response, but she could hear the sounds of water running, someone was clearly taking a bath. Zelda sighed, and stood by the door, waiting. Several minutes passed, and she could still hear the water, whoever was using the restroom was taking their time. The sounds of the bathwater became too much for her, and she decided to return to her room to wait it out. After about fifteen minutes of pacing about her room, her need to go had become quite urgent, so she returned to the hallway to check on the restroom. Surely whoever was in there would be done by now! She thought to herself. Approaching the door, her heart sank as she saw that now, Karane, one of the upper-class girls, was also waiting in front of the restroom door.
"Oh, hello, Karane, your waiting for the restroom too?" Zelda asked.
"Oh hi! Yeah, I am. Whoever is in there, they've been at it for a looong time." Karane responded.
"Oh dear, I was waiting earlier and went back to my room because they were taking too long. That was nearly half an hour ago!"
"Really, that long? Surely they must almost be done by now. I need a bath before tomorrow, what about you?"
Zelda blushed at the question, not wanting to admit that she needed to pee. "Oh, y-yes, me too. I want to have a good bath for my part in the ceremony tomorrow..."
"Oh yeah, you were chosen to play the Goddess this year, right? I'm so jealous! I always wanted to be picked for that. Congrats to you!"
"Yeah, I was picked. I'm sorry that you never were, Karane." Zelda said, wincing as the pain in her bladder became worse.
Noticing the look on Zelda's face, Karane asked, "Hey, you sure you're okay?"
"W-what? Oh yes, I, I'm fine. Just uh, a little nervous about tomorrow, I guess..." Zelda replied. Though in truth she was a little nervous about the ceremony tomorrow, she was mostly only nervous that Link would not be the victor, and they would not be able to do the ceremony together. The reality of the situation was that her bladder's desperation was what was actually causing her to look, 'nervous.'
Finally, after what felt like eons, Zelda's father, Gaepora emerged from the restroom, wearing only his bathrobe. The girls both screeched and covered their eyes, Gaepora's face turned red. "Oh, uh, terribly sorry girls, I uh.." he said, fumbling with his words. "Daddy, just go!" Zelda yelped, still covering her eyes as her face burned hot with embarrassment. Why did her father always have to embarrass her like this? He merely nodded at this and shuffled down the hall in his much too short bathrobe. The girls exchanged glances.
"Can we just agree to never speak of this again?" Zelda said, her cheeks still red.
"Fine by me, it's not like I ever want that image in my head again." Karane replied.
"I love my father so much, but he really can be embarrassing sometimes."
"Yeah, dads are like that. Anyway, sorry that you still might have to wait a bit, I'm going to need to run some new bathwater, I don't want to reuse your father's water...uh no offense though!"
"Oh, uh, yeah, none taken! I wouldn't want to either!" Zelda replied sweetly, though Karane's words were killing her on the inside. She wasn't sure if she could wait long enough for Karane to draw a brand new bath and fully bathe herself. She was considering asking Karane if she would let her go first, but that would be rude, especially since she still didn't know the real reason that Zelda wanted to go first.She sighed as Karane shut the door behind her, leaving Zelda waiting in the hallway again, alone with her full bladder.
As soon as Zelda heard the water flowing again, her need to pee became even more desperate. Her bladder twinged painfully, and she had to put one of her hands between her legs to keep her muscles from releasing. The water in the restroom was still flowing, and it was making her pain worse by the second. Before long, a small dribble of urine escaped her failing muscles, and leaked into her pink panties. She squealed, and put her other hand between her legs, straining with all her willpower to keep it from going any further. Deciding that the sound of the water was too much, she began to pace up and down the hallway, while staying out of earshot. However, this was only a short term solution, as the pressure in her abdomen was growing at an alarming rate every second, soon walking was too painful. Fortunately, the water had finally stopped running, so she was able to go and wait in place by the door again. Suddenly, she heard a door open, and looked up hopefully, but it was not the restroom door. Zelda froze in place as she realized that it was the front door, Pipit had just come inside from his nightly patrol. Using every ounce of strength she had, she straightened her body, and removed her hands from between her legs. She didn't want anyone to know that she was so desperate, especially not any of the boys.
"Oh, uh, evening, Zelda." He said, blushing and averting his gaze.
"E-evening" she stammered "w-what's wrong?"
That's when Zelda remembered that she was no longer wearing her tights, and that her lower legs were visible. She quickly put her hands in front of herself, and hung her head in shame while Pipit hurriedly moved past her towards the other end of the building. Suddenly, she realized that there was a warm sensation in her panties, while she had been attempting to appear normal, a very small stream of pee had began to escape into her underwear. She squealed again, and shoved both her hands between her legs once more, stopping the flow. She felt up under her dress, it wasn't bad, her panties had a good wet patch on them, but nothing more, nothing that anyone else could notice. Unfortunately, she was only holding off the inevitable, at this rate, if the restroom didn't become available right at that moment, there would be no way that she wouldn't have an accident. The restroom did not open at that very moment, so Zelda began to lose her battle. Bit by bit, more spurts of urine escaped from her burning urethra and into her undergarments. She could now feel it beginning to leak out of her panties, and through her fingers, with tears welling in her eyes, she clamped them shut, and pressed her hands against her womanhood even tighter, attempting to hold back the flow. It was no use though, her muscles completely gave way, and her bladder started to fully empty into her already saturated panties. Understanding that the flow couldn't be stopped, and not wanting to accidentally brush up against her ceremony dress, Zelda removed her hands from her pee flow. Hot streams of urine were jetting straight through her panties, running down her legs and soaking into her slippers. Before long, there was a large puddle forming at her feet, the pee running down her legs was rivaled only by the tears streaming down her face. As her accident was drawing to a close, she heard the lock turn on the restroom door, as Karane emerged.
"Alright, sorry for the wait, it's all your-" Karane gasped. "Oh no, Zelda, are you alright? You had a uh...shoot, I'm sorry!"
*sobbing* "I-I..waited a l-long time" *sobs* "P-please don't tell Link!"
"What? No no, it's okay, why didn't you just tell me? I would have let you go first. Don't worry, Link will never know, I won't tell a soul."
*sniffle* "Promise?"
"Yes, I promise. I'm no bully like Groose and his cronies, I wouldn't get anything out of publicly humiliating you. Now why don't you just go ahead and get in there to clean yourself up. I had clean up duty tonight anyway, so I'll grab a mop and take care of your- uh...yeah, I'll take care of it. Sorry, didn't mean to bring it up."
Without another word, Zelda shuffled into the bathroom, and closed the door. Her eyes still stung hot with tears, and her underwear were still wet and warm. She wiped the burning tears from her eyes, and stripped out of her clothes. She tossed the soiled clothing to the side, and folded her ceremony dress up neatly on the counter. While she waited for the bath basin to fill, Zelda inspected her slender body. Her inner thighs were still moist to the touch, and her girl parts smelled strongly of fresh urine, this caused a pang of shame and humiliation to shoot through her stomach as she thought about it. She felt so childish, and was glad that Link didn't have to see her this way. She wasn't quite sure why she couldn't stop thinking about him, sure, Link was her best friend, and would be so unconditionally, but why would it have bothered her more for him to have seen this than anyone else? She blushed again, realizing that Link's opinion of his friend really mattered to her because..... (as per usual with Zelda games, the answer to that can be up to your own interpretation😉)
Once her bath was over, Zelda put her dress back on, having no clean underclothes, and prepared herself for the walk of shame. She cracked the door open and looked out into the hallway. No one was around, and, as per her promise, Karane had cleaned up Zelda's accident from the floor, her face turned red again at the thought of this. Determining that the coast was clear, she slipped out from the restroom, and hurried down the hallway back to her room, carrying her pee-stained clothing in a little bundle under her arm. As she went down the hall, she prayed that she wouldn't run in to anyone, so no one would see or smell her ruined clothing. Her prayers were answered, she made it back to her room unnoticed, it was after hours, afterall, so most of the students and instructors were in their chambers. Once she was finally back in the safety of her room, she began to relax and come to the realization that everything would be okay. She did still have the ceremony to look forward to tomorrow. I should become closer friends with Karane, she really had my back, and was so understanding. She thought to herself. But for now, let's just worry about Link, I had better hurry and get some sleep so that I can remind him to get some practice in the morning, I know he will probably sleep in otherwise. Still feeling a bit ashamed and childish, Zelda finally crawled into bed and slid between her sheets. As sleep began to overtake her, the worries of her humiliating accident began to drift away.
Written by:
High Meme-Overlord |
Before we start this story,there are a few things i want to note:
1.If this is your first time reading one of my stories,English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.
2.The characters in this story are intended to be 18+. I make this disclaimer because I've seen a few people who believe EVERY Inkling/Octoling in existence has to be 14-16,regardless if they are OCs or not.
With all of that out of the way,i hope you enjoy the story.
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"Attention,Group 3: The next boat will leave in 5 minutes. Hurry up and head there or we'll be leaving you behind!" a voice from a speaker said.
An Inkling Girl with pink tentacles for hair looked up at the speaker while she was putting on her Grizzco Overalls. Once her uniform was completely on,she grabbed her backpack and made sure she had all her stuff in it. She looked around the room and saw her S-Phone on the bench. She grabbed it and was just about to put it in her backpack until she got a text.
Skipper:"Hey Mika! Where r u? we will be leavin soon."
Mika:"I'm coming. I'm almost done.."
Mika then turned off her phone,put it in her backpack and then closed it. She then put the backpack in her locker and after making sure it was locked,she left the changing room. As she was making her way down the hallway,she started feeling a familiar pressure.Mika stopped and looked back at the locker room. There was a toilet in there,so she could simply just go back there and take care of her business. But on the other hand....
"3 Minutes left before the next boat departs. Members of Group 3,Hurry up and make your way to the boardwalk!" the speaker voice said again. Mika sighed and decided to hold it in for now. if she used the bathroom now,she would be late for her shift.
"I really need to start limiting the amount of Swim-Speed Apple i drink...." Mika said to herself. She always kept telling herself to not drink too much,but she couldn't help it as Crusty Sean's food and drinks were that good.
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"Okay,let's see if everyone is here...." A bear statue said. This statue was known as "Mr. Grizz",the owner of Grizzco industries. Of course that statue isn't his true form,but nobody has ever seen him in person. Some inklings wonder if he's even running the place as there are times where it feels like some of the stuff he says is pre-recorded.
"Okay....Skipper?"
"Here!"A male Inkling yelled.
"Summer?"
"I'm here,Mr. Grizz..." A female Octoling said.
"Edd?"
"Right here,Mr. Grizz..." Another male Inkling said.
"Mika?"
"................."
"Mika?" Mr. Grizz asked again,still no response.
The group looked around to see if their fourth teammate was coming and....
"HERE! I'M HERE,MR. GRIZZ!" Mika yelled as she ran towards her group. She stopped right next to Skipper to catch her breath.
"About time...we didn't want to do this shift with a missing teammate again..." Skipper said.
Mika just rolled her eyes and stood straight up.
"Alright,everyone is here. You guys will be heading to the ruins of Ark Polaris. some of my employees have noticed that a lot of Salmonids have been flocking to this area as of late. and a lot of Salmonids means a lot of Golden Eggs! Now go out there and get me some Golden Eggs!" Mr. Grizz said.
"BOOYAH!" The entire group yelled as they began boarding the boat. Mika sat down and looked around as the boat started moving towards their destination.
For the first minute of the trip,there was no sound other than the boat and the occean.
"So...Summer..." Skipper broke the silence. "How has life in inkopolis been so far?"
"Oh! It's been amazing!" The Octoling responded. "Yesterday i played Ranked for the first time with a few inklings."
"How did it go?" Edd asked.
"It went pretty well...The first match was difficult because i was constantly getting splatted by an inkling with a small blue blaster..." Summer said.
"Small blue blaster? You mean the Clash Baster? Holy Squit,those are so annoying. i really don't understand how Sheldon looked at those things and thought...Hmm...yes,this will be a fair weapon!" Skipper complained.
"Oh c'mon,it isn't that difficult to avoid...." Edd said.
The 2 Inklings started arguing while the Octoling just stared at both of them in confusion. Mika sighed but just stared at the 3 as they were the only thing distracting her from the ocean that surrounded their boat. And she really wanted a distractions,not only because inklings were weak to water (their bodies dissolve when they dive into water due to being made out of ink...) but because it only reminded Mika of the fact that she needed to pee. To make things worse,The ruins of Ark Polaris were farther away from inkopolis than any other location the Salmonids flocked too. The boat they were on didn't have any rooms,save for the one used to control the boat. No rooms meant to toilets and because of this,it wasn't really uncommon to see certain inklings peeing in the ocean. Mika decided against doing this. She wasn't gonna do something so embarrassing,especially not with other members on the ship. She crossed her legs and watched the rest of her group talk. She was starting to regret leaving her S-phone behind.
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After what seemed like 10 minutes,Mika and her group finally arrived at the Ruins of Ark Polaris. There were several things the group found weird about this place. From all the signs written in an ancient human language,to the tail of a giant rocket sticking out of the ocean nearby. Some of the signs even had drawings of bears right new to them.
"Here we are! the ruins of Ark Polaris. Now get to work!" Mr. Grizz said. All four Inklings transformed into their squid forms and Super Jumped towards the highest point of the ruins. Upon transforming however,Mika's discomfort grew even more. Right as her teammates jumped away,Mika transformed back into her humanoid form and jammed her hands between her legs. But while she still felt the pressure,it wasn't as uncomfortable as it was when she transformed just now. Mika groaned and transformed back into a Squid. as she suspected,the pressure in her bladder increased again. She tried to ignore it and Super Jumped towards her teammates. Upon landing and transforming back into her humanoid form,she crossed her legs and waited for some of the pressure to go away.
"Oh,there you are...what happened back there? You usually Super Jump at the same as us..." Skipper said.
"Uhh...nothing. I uhh..thought i saw some glowflies,that all..." Mika replied.
"Glowflies? Oh cod no! Please let's not have glowflies this early in the shift...." Edd said as he looked around with a panicked expression.The Egg basket appeared at the center of the platform the group was standing on.
"The Egg basket is ready and waiting,now go get me some golden eggs!" Mr. Grizz commanded.
All the inklings were prepared. all of them except Mika.
"Uhh...Mika? are you going to pick up your weapon?" Summer asked.
Mika looked down and saw a Splash-o-matic. Mika picked up her weapon while the rest of her group was busy covering the area in pink ink...
Mika rubbed her legs together while staring at her weapon with a worried expression....
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*SPLAT*
Skipper spun his Tetra-Dualies as the Scrapper he defeated just exploded and dropped 3 Golden Eggs.
"Guys! Over here!" Skipper yelled. The rest of his team were currently busy splatting the lesser salmonids that were in their way. Skipper grabbed one of the eggs and ran towards one of the ride rails. Edd and Summer grabbed the remaining eggs and followed suit. Mika arrived there too late,causing her to groan in frustration. She crossed her legs and looked around for any enemies,when suddenly she felt something hit her leg.
"Ow!" She looked down to see a couple of Smallfry attempting to strike her with their spoons. Mika aimed down and splatted all of them with her Splash-o-matic.
"Ugh,those little guys are so annoying..." Mika said to herself with her legs still crossed. The pressure in her bladder was starting to distract her. Suddenly,something green landed next to her. She recognized the object and immediately ran away from it. The object exploded and Mika managed to get away,but not without getting some of green slime on her clothes. Mika then turned around and and saw the salmonid responsible for throwing that explosive; a Steelhead. an inflatable bag filled with green slime appeared on the Steelhead's head. Mika knew what she had to and started firing at the bag until it exploded,causing the Steelhead itself to explode and drop it's Golden Eggs.
"Over here,everyone!" Mika said as she grabbed a Golden egg and headed towards one of the ride rails. She jumped on it and started sliding towards the top of the ruins. She transformed into her Squid form to go faster but almost immediately transformed back into her humanoid form. The pressure while she was in her squid form was slightly more painful than the last time she transformed into a squid. She hopped of the ride rail and placed her egg in the Egg Basket. But she didn't see anyone following her. She looked back at the spot she came from and the other two Golden Eggs still there with none of her teammates nearby. However,she saw a Snatcher coming out of the water to steal the two eggs.
"OH NO,YOU DON'T!" Mika yelled as she leaped off the high ground and landed near the spot with the golden eggs. Upon landing,she jammed her hands between her legs as she felt a strong twinge. She opened her eyes and saw the snatcher about to enter the water with the eggs.
"GIVE THEM BACK!" Mika yelled as she started firing at the Snatcher. The Snatcher got splatted and dropped it's Golden Eggs. Mika grabbed one and hopped on the ride rails. She looked down and saw Summer grabbing the last Egg. Upon arriving at the top,she placed her egg in the basket and waited for Summer to place her egg. After she did so,she smiled. This waves' quota had already been met. Unfortunately,they weren't quite done yet as there was still about a minute left before the next wave. Mika started rubbing her legs together again and looked around for any other Salmonids until she heard Edd yell "Over here!".
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The wave was over,but their job still wasn't done. A new wave started and this time fog appeared out of nowhere,making it very difficult for her group to see. The Salmonid infested areas were notorious for having sudden changes in weather. Sometimes it got dark very quickly,prompting glowflies to appear and causing the Salmonids to act more aggressive. and other times (like right now) fog would appear. Several reports suggested that these shifts in weather were because of a weird force around the Salmonid areas.
Mika slowly made her way through the fog all while trying to ignore the growing pressure in her bladder. Right now,she was holding a different weapon; The Flingza Roller. Mika placed her roller down and slowly moved forward. Oddly enough,every Salmonid that bumped against her roller got splatted despite the fact that she wasn't moving that fast. Mika stopped and looked around. Her bladder was really making it difficult to focus,to the point where she was starting to debate whether or not she should just find a spot and relieve herself. After all, the aforementioned force messes with the inkling's sensory organs,which was the main reason they couldn't Super Jump towards each other. So there was zero chance a teammate could Super Jump towards her while she was peeing and there was fog so she people couldn't have seen her that easily from afar. On the other hand,the ruins were pretty small and there were Salmonids everywhere. Not only were the Salmonids completely unaffected by the area's force,but they could also sniff out inklings. Because of this,it was impossible for inklings to hide in their ink.
"EEK!" Mika yelped as she sidestepped and crossed her legs tighter. she felt something piercing through her body and this briefly caused her to lose control of her bladder. Thankfully,she managed regain control before something could escape. She looked back and saw a powerful stream of ink shooting from somewhere. Mika ran towards where the stream came from and saw a Stinger standing near the shoreline. She began swinging her roller at the pots it was standing on. One by one,the pots were knocked off until the stinger landed on it's burner and exploded,dropping 3 Golden Eggs. Mika signaled her teammates and grabbed one of the Golden Eggs. She jumped on one of the ride rails and arrived on the top of the ruins. Upon putting the egg in the basked,She heard Edd yelling....
"I SAW A GOLDEN SALMONID! I THINK IT'S HEADING TOWARDS THE TOP!"
Mika looked around to see if could find the Goldie. Thankfully spotting it wasn't an issue as the Goldie was bright enough to shine through all the fog. Mika charged towards the Goldie and repeatedly bashed it with her roller. Some small fry appeared and started attacking her,but Mika turned around and squished them with her roller. She then jumped and swung her roller,sending a hug splash of pink ink towards the Goldie,splatting her in the process. The Goldie dropped 10 Golden eggs.
"BOOYAH! We scored the jackpot!" Skipper said as he and the rest of the Teammates started grabbing the eggs and carrying them to the basket. Mika stayed behind and guarded the eggs from any Snatcher. While she was doing so however,she let held her roller with one hand and placed her free hand between her legs. She looked around worried. Those eggs might've been enough to meet the quota,but there was still one more wave of enemies they needed to power through.
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Now thankfully,this was the final wave of enemies,but that wasn't enough to make Mika's worries go away. The sky got a lot darker and most of the lights around the ruins were off. She then heard a loud noise coming from the bottom of the ruins. She looked off the platform and saw a Griller moving very fast towards the Egg Basket. A red laser appeared on Summer's body.
"Summer....Start running!"Edd yelled.
Mika looked around while holding her new weapon with one hand.which was a Classic Squiffer. She had her free hand between her legs and she was having trouble standing still. Her bladder was reaching it's limit and she was unable to transform into a squid without feeling like her body was a few seconds away from exploding. So she had to run on foot for most of the wave. She was somewhat glad the Griller was chasing one of her teammates and not her as that meant she could stand still and focus on taking down the Salmonid Machine. She aimed for it's tail and....
*SPLAT*
She fired a line of ink at it's tail and stunned it,causing multiple tails to come out. The rest of the team started firing at these tails until the Griller exploded and dropped 5 eggs. The team wasted no time placing these eggs in the nearby basket. Another Griller started homing in on them. Unfortunately for her,this time the laser was pointed at her. Sure enough,the incoming Griller started chasing her. Mika panicked and started running away from the Griller as it kept focusing on her. She couldn't really shoot at it's tail,so she had no option but to keep running. Mika put her hand back between her legs and tried to keep her bladder under control. Suddenly,a Smallfry struck her in the knee. Causing her to stumble back and land on her butt. Mika closed her eyes and braced herself for the incoming machine.....
.................................But nothing happened.
"MIKA! SHOOT AT IT!" Summer yelled. Mika opened her eyes and saw that the Griller was stunned. She quickly got up and started shooting small bursts of ink out of her Squiffer until the Griller exploded. Skipper landed next to her and grabbed one of the Eggs.
"Excellent job,Mika!" Skipper said as he made his way back to the basket. Her other team arrived to her spot and brought the rest of the Golden Eggs back to the basket. Mika stood still and started shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"Mika? are you okay?' Summer asked.
"I-"
"Another Griller is coming!" Skipper yelled as he ran away from a Griller that was targetting him. Mika crossed her legs and took aim at the tail. She fired at the tail and stunned the Griller again. Allowing the team to grab five more eggs to meet the quota. After another minute of running away and stunning Grillers,the final wave was complete.The Egg Basket disappeared and the sky started to brighten up again.
"Ahh....it's over..."Mika said as she dropped her weapon and shoved both of her hands between her legs.
"Excellent job,team! Now return to the boat!" Mr. Grizz said via the basket radio.
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With their shift over,it was time to return to inkopolis. Unfortunately this mean waiting another few minutes and Mika was starting to doubt she could make it. At this point she didn't bother to hide how badly she needed to empty her ink tank. She had both of her hands on her crotch and she was rubbing her legs together for the entire trip.
"Mika,can't you just...y'know...pee in the ocean?" Skipper asked.
"What?! Of course not! I'm not that desperate!" Mika said.
"Iiiiiiiii really doubt that..." Skipper said as he stared at her blankly. "Look,we can all turn around if want..."
"No! I'm not going to pee of the boat!" Mika said with Anger.
"Suit yourself...." Skipper said. Suddenly,she boat shook,causing everyone to jump. Mika could feel some drops escaping from her bladder. She pressed her hands against her crotch in an attempt to regain control from her bladder. Thankfully,it was only a spurt. But now Mika was even more worried she might now make it.
"NO! MY PHONE!" Edd yelled. Everyone looked at him as he tried to reach out for phone that fell into the dreaded water.
"Dude,stop before you fall in there! There aren't any spawn points on this boat!" Skipper said as he pulled his friend away.
"Do you see why i don't want to pee of this boat now?" Mika said. She sighed and looked around.
"C'mon...please hurry...i'm bursting right now...." Mika thought.
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"Excellent Job everyone! I'm going to make a note of your work. You guys have a bright future ahead of you! Mr. Grizz complemented his workers as they got off the boat.
"As per usual,you can collect your rewards at the entrance of the building." Mr. Grizz finished before his radio went into static.
".....My S-phone..." Edd said with a sad expression.
"Hey...c'mon. I'm sure you'll be able to make enough money to buy a new one. What's your rank?" Skipper asked as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
Summer looked around and noticed one member missing.
"Hey...where's Mika?"
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"I gotta pee! I gotta pee! i gotta pee! i gotta pee!" Mika whispered to herself as she ran down the hallway with her hands between her legs. she saw the door to her locker room and quickly entered it. She ran past her locker and opened the door with a toilet on it. She then shut the door and quickly unstrapped her uniform overalls. her overalls fell down revealing some black pants with Pink lines on the side. She pulled down her pants and panties at the same time and sat down on the toilet.
Almost immediately,a pink stream of pee jetted out of her body and splattered against the toilet bow. Mika moaned with relief and relaxed as all the pee her bladder was holding finally escaped. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were half shut as she continued to empty her bladder. She looked at the ceiling and waited for her stream to end. She then leaned forward to check how much damage was done to her panties. There was only a small wet spot. After a while,her bladder was finally empty. Mika grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself with it.
"Man...i can't believe there was a Splatfest about how you should place your toilet paper...." Mika said as she stared at the roll. She threw the piece she was holding in the toilet bowl and pulled her pants and panties back up. She could feel the wet spot in her panties,but not so much that it bothered her. She then flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She then exited the toilet and headed to the locker to get her stuff.
"I've done enough Salmonid hunting for today..." Mika said to herself. |
Something from the other writing blog...
A content warning: this is man writing about his own desires, it has very 'male gaze' tone to it: the acts described have some of a woman's pleasure in them, as a man would imagine it, but much more of a man's and quite explicit in the details.
Great, if you're het, and a man; probably *quite* good if you're a het woman, but less so if you're not.
You are absolutely free to 'lift' it, shift the pronouns or work in some character names that do the work, shift the gaze to be a bit less male - or a lot less! - and re-gender and up-skill it to match your own sensations, fantasies and memories.
Some of you are better at this than I am.
It might also be possible to 'Ace' this, but that is so far outside my headspace that I wouldn't know where to begin.
Anyway... This is what happens in my head, sometimes, when I get a glimpse of an attractive woman in a pair of shorts...
Ever get a glimpse of something, a sudden snapshot in your mind, that wrote a story for itself, on the spot?
A Short Shorts Glimpse:
Picture a young couple, walking away from you, evening light and long shadows, a leafy street that leads away from the woods and open grassland of The Common, towards a winding street with a cluster of cottages and a public house, far, far older than the suburbia that grew up around them.
His hand is around her waist, and she likes it there: then a little further down, cupping the denim of her shorts - a fine sight, she wears them well - and then a little further still, fingertips on the back of her legs: she likes it, she's playful, but she moves his band back up and gets a fine squeeze on the backside for her trouble.
That, too, is a game to play, and his hand gets a light little slap...
Her body language says that this was not intended to discourage him, at all: and she draws closer to him as they walk.
Her hand rests lightly on his as he strokes his way around her backside, well aware that he is welcome to, fingers brushing on her skin again - a sensation she thoroughly enjoys, shimmying into it and turning his hand, so his fingers are between her thighs, fingertips feeling their way into the hem of her shorts and maybe, just maybe, touching and tickling at the skin where it meets the cup of her underwear.
She stops and whispers something in his ear - she makes no attempt at all to move his hand - and they walk on, sunlight through the trees dappling them both, golden flashes on her hair and on the perfect, perfect skin of her legs.
Surely she will move his hand away before they reach the garden of the pub, and can be seen; that, or they will change their course and find a place where they cannot.
A whisper with a wicked smile:
And then they are gone from sight: but in my mind's eye, and just beyond the edge of hearing, I hear what she whispered to him.
"Don't tickle, I need to wee!"
...And a wider step, stepping around his hand and fingers, before stepping back in, as they walk on: and she is walking just a little bit unsteadily, one hand on his hand, down there, the other around his waist and using him to keep herself steady and supported.
A wider step, opening a gap for his fingertips to find their way into the cup of her pants and slide along the slick of her lips: a gasp, and they open up, and his fingertip is *in*, deeper as she steps back in and her labia come down, squeezing his fingers with her thighs and squeezing herself onto him, his fingertip, and a wonderful, wonderful gentleness.
She walks on, and she is suckling his fingertip with her labia, slicker and hotter and wetter with every step; and she keeps on walking, trusting him, and giving herself over to the pleasure of it.
She's done this before, and she will let it take them wherever it will, be it a a giggle at what he has surely done - how embarrassing! - in his own underwear, and a silent promise that their lively social evening in the pub will move onto a second round in her bed; or maybe they will carry right on doing what they do, wandering back into the common and the woods until they cannot bear it any longer, kiss *that* kiss and fumble at each others belts, and buttons, and zippers, and fall into animal lust, fucking, and fucking, and fucking.
And then, ever such a little bit embarrassed, getting-up and brushing-off the leaf litter: and off to her bed for a somewhat gentler second round, and maybe a good night's sleep.
But there's that other need...
Whispered, and not spoken.
So she whispered in his ear again:
"No, really, I'll wet myself!"
But not "Stop".
And her companion replied, gently, but clearly, with a hint of playfulness:
"I'm fine with it, if you're fine with it."
And as she sets her feet a little apart, not quite sure of what she's doing, his index finger reaches in, tracing a feather-gentle line up through the slick in her lips, and finds her clitoris, the gentlest of tickles with a fingertip.
She breathes in, a trembling "Aahhhhh" and it lifts her, up, and up, and up; and catches, halting...
A moment, and a hot spurt wets his fingertips.
...Still breathing in, up, up, even further, until she can't breathe any more: up, as high as she'll get, a roller coaster at the very peak, and she, the passenger, looking down the precipice and trying not to scream.
Another spurt, and it doesn't stop; and she knows she's done it this time, as it goes on, and on, and on, a hot little dribble, sharp and insistent, that pools in the palm of his hand and trickles through his knuckles, dripping steadily onto her ankle and the strap of her sandal.
She shifts a little, closing her eyes and kissing the air in a silent whisper, as the movement pushes his fingertip into her; and the dribble patters off his knuckles onto pavement, spitting little flecks of foam onto her sandals.
She has wet his hand, she has wet her pants, and she has wet her shorts, and there's a little puddle on the ground between her sandals.
She has wet herself, and there's no going back.
Aaannd... BREATHE. All of it, all the way out, one long gasp that becomes a sigh: down, and down, and down, as the dribble becomes a flood.
And she pisses, and pisses, and pisses; legs back together again to try and stop it splashing, thighs pressed together to stop him being so wickedly, wickedly *nice* with his fingertips.
And even as she wees, and knows damn well that she is wetting herself and she mustn't, she can't help liking what he's doing; and her hand is still there, and she absolutely will not ask him to stop.
He doesn't, and she doesn't, and it's a long, long piss, wet legs and a pool around her sandals, running into the gutter as she goes, and goes, and goes; and finally starts to falter.
Okayyyy.
No, she really, really, shouldn't have done that: but it's real, she did it, she's still doing it, and it's way too late to say sorry.
She can breathe.
Shallow breaths, and she's moving on his finger - both his fingers! - and she doesn't quite know what to feel about that, as she realises that she has relieved herself - and yes it's a relief, there's that - and she's still pissing in that thin little dribble that stops when you pull up, and bloody well comes back again, and you've just got to wait it out.
Good to the last drop...
Except that she can't pull up, with his fingers doing *that*.
Except that she can pull up, and pull up and let go, pull up and let go again; and his fingertips ride with it, slick and skilful and wickedly gentle. She knows exactly what to feel about that, and feels it to the full, over and over in dribbles and spurts and sudden little streams, wetting his knuckles and tickling her legs with rolling rivulets and trickling drips, until she is quite, quite empty.
And then a little more, until she realises that her pelvis and her hips are riding it - in daylight in the street, Oh My God - and it could not be clearer that she's masturbating on his fingers, in her shorts, all the way to climax.
What? How? Yeah, she's that kind of girl, fine, but...
"Shall we take a walk the long way 'round, and maybe dry out a little?"
Bless him, there's a reason why she trusts him, and his middle finger is gently disengaging, letting her come down from up on high and calm down just a little; but his index finger's doing something utterly, utterly wonderful.
She lets him, for a long, long minute: then holds her breath, relaxes, relaxes, relaxes, and finds she has a little bit of wee to do, if she can only let it go; a hot little squirt that lasts for a heartbeat, then two, then three, wetting his fingers, then cupped in his palm, and tipping-out onto the skin of her thigh, a tickle than makes her shiver, shocking her enough to spurt again.
Pull-up, and squirt, and she's done: she's finished.
Aftermath
She's wet herself. Now what?
Walk away from the puddle, right now...
So they walk: and she draws his hand down, twisting her hand into his - wincing at the wet palm on the back of her hand, but she knows damn' well what it is and where it came from - and lets her hand be led around her backside, between her legs, and around herself again; to her front, touching and pinching fabric with her fingertips to feel her way around the wet patch and the damp.
Somehow it isn't a visible performance of "I've wet myself and I'm checking the damage" when she's being fondled where her lover shouldn't, out of doors; or so she plays it, and so does he.
And actually, she's finding a lot more dry denim than wet, or even damp: the boy's done well, cupping it onto her leg and away from her shorts.
So: decision time.
"You know, I think I've got away with it; should we have a quick one at The Star?"
They're in amongst the trees, and she's given her legs and her sandals a quick wipe-down with a wet-wipe from her bag: not much daylight, but there's really only just a little wet spot, and the damp patch doesn't have a stain around the edges.
"Well, if you're okay with it..."
He sounds a little dubious, perhaps because of the wet streak on his trouser leg, where the wee ran off her knee: she bends down and gives it a brisk rub-down with a wet-wipe, sees it fading-out, and remembers that he has another reason to be just a little bit embarrassed.
She stands up straight and looks at him, looking straight into his eyes, while a quick movement of her hand unzips him, reaches in, stroking him and wiping off a long, long dribble of semen, all the way to very tip of him, to be rewarded with a hot little spurt onto her fingertip.
Slowly, carefully, gaze locked and eye-to-eye, she licks her finger clean and swallows.
It has a terrible effect on him.
Down goes her hand and she zips him up, as deftly as before, delicately - politely! - licking her lips with e flicker of her tongue that hints, just a little, that she could be doing rather more.
"Oh no... I.. I..."
"Oh yes", with a bright and sunny smile, delighted that he's coming in his trousers - and still coming, and coming, struggling to breathe -
"It's fine, I'm okay with it if you're okay with it", as if she had invented the word 'mischief', on this very day.
And then she offers to wipe him clean with 'a damp cotton cloth'.
"Er, what?"
He's a bit slow on the uptake, until he sees her unbuttoning her shorts and pushing them down, intending to take off her wet cotton knickers and...
Time stops for him.
If he hadn't come in his pants - and one last squirt, slow and heavy and warm, nearly puts him 'on the deck' like a knockout - he would already be fucking her up against a tree trunk: that's a once-in-a-lifetime offer and she's so wickedly happy with it...
"Er, no, that won't be necessary... Yes, the, the er, the, the... The Star".
She hands him a wadge of wet-wipes and unbuckles his belt.
He watches, frozen to the spot, as she squeezes out the cup of her pants into her upturned palm, shaking away the little pool of piss that wrings and trickles out. Once, twice, a third time: then she draws her underwear back up, pats the cup with her fingertips to tease him, pulls up her shorts again, and shimmies her way into smoothing-into that last two inches, closes-up the zip...
Buttoned-up and businesslike and good to go.
He, however, is a little bit dazed.
She grabs the wet-wipes and takes charge, rummaging in his trousers and catching the splats and dribbles and sticky patches, wiping him clean, finishing off with tissues and moisturiser on his penis, a labour of love that has him murmuring with pleasure: he is almost, almost able to come again, right then and there.
And she zips him up, and buttons him up, belts him up and tucks him in; time to go.
...And as they walk, she has guided his hand down there there again.
By the time they reach The Star, she is enjoying herself - enjoying him, his fingertips, slick lips and to Hell with an uncomfortable dampness that she can damn' well live with, if the payoff is the pleasure he is giving her - enjoying herself enough that she forgets to take his hand away until a glance from a woman she knows, who sees them in the pub quite often, reminds her that they shouldn't.
Plans for the evening, and so be it...
They walk into the Lounge Bar, sweetly hand in hand.
She finds a corner nook to sit in, out of view, and sends him to the bar - she's not quite certain that she's visibly dry, and she worries that she smells of wee; she's worried, too, that she'll have a touch of cystitis in the morning.
Well, she knows what to do about that: and there is something about that, normally a bit of a nuisance and sometimes quite embarrassing, that isn't going to be a bother.
Not this time. At all.
So the boy will bring a tray of drinks over to the table: his pint of bitter, her glass of vodka, plus a pint of cranberry-on-ice, plus a pint of water: he's a bit puzzled but the barmaids will understand.
And they's chat, and swap jokes, and natter and hold hands, and laugh at anything or nothing, oblivious; he'll bring a second round, and then they'll take an evening stroll around the common.
What's different, isn't something that she plans to do: it's what she <i>isn't</i> going to do.
She isn't going to the loo. At all. She plans to let nature take it's course again, as they walk along: hand-in-hand, or hand in somewhere altogether more exciting, as many times as she can and she dares to.
And if he comes in his trousers, so be it; and if he fucks her up against a tree, or in the bracken or the grass, then so be it.
And if she can't contain herself before they finish off that second tray - or even, God help her, the first - then so be it. |
Just in case you were wondering:
No she couldn't, and she didn't; and, God help her, it was when he got up to get the second tray.
...And she got away with it, wee running down off the back of the stool and pooling in the corner behind her, as she sat primly, upright and respectable, her bag in her lap and her phone out.
Nothing to see, and my boyfriend will be back in a minute.
He found out when he shuffled around to sit beside her, instead of across the little table: she drew his hand down, out of sight under the table and her bag.
Down, under her waistband, into her pants, to do whatever he pleased.
So they sat, hunched over her phone, playing videos and reading jokes on Slack, head to head: for all the world to see, an affectionate couple and no more than that, despite the times she seemed to blush.
Despite the time he blushed, when she pissed in his hand and he came in his trousers again, as she pissed, and pissed, and pissed: not what she wanted to do, but wet underwear (and, Oh My God, knowing it's your own wee, and you wee'd in your pants) removes all and any control that a a woman could ever hope she had; and the sheer relief blended with the sweet joy of her clitoris, slipping lazy laps around the base of his thumb, and the liquid ecstasy of his finger, curled inside her, knuckle tickling in her lips and fingertip on that spot, there...
And it's a dangerous, dangerous thing, to blend one pleasure with another: for your desires, and your "I'm fine with it", are shifted.
And so, as a third round of cranberry and her pint of water went down, he got a coffee instead of another pint, knowing he was in for a lively night; and the barmaids probably didn't notice the wet floor, and the wet fabric, as the two of them slipped out by the back door, out into the dark back lane, hand-in-hand...
And shortly, hand-in-there, and fingers at work as they walked, as she suckled his fingertip, and sometimes stopped to let him slip his index finger in, to play her like a fine instrument, and they walked on; and him, taking care not to let her go all the way over the edge until they were off the street.
So he played it, and led her a long way 'round, and then another, teasing and tantalising and just edging her, keeping the game going.
Going, that time she stopped to piss deliberately, legs wide apart and a waterfall between her sandals, and he thought the whole street would hear her, 'til he got a fingertip to her G-Spot and stopped her with the sheer ecstasy of it.
Going, that time he had no warning - and nor did she - when it just started running into his hand and down her legs: her, almost unaware that she was wetting herself, and nothing either of them could do about it but keep on walking.
Going, that time he whispered in her ear:
"Not Now - Don't! - there's someone watching!"
...Just to torment her, knowing she couldn't stop herself, listening to her whimper as she tried so very, very hard, and his fingertips turned her into slick and liquid sin as she failed, just, a rushing flood held back as a hot little trickle into his palm and down her leg, for minute after minute as she tried not to piss, tried to hide that she was pissing, and tried so very, very hard not to 'ride' his fingers with her pelvis rocking back and forward.
As she lost that particular struggle, becoming ever more obvious that she was bringing herself on his fingers, even as he made himself gentler, and gentler, and barely there at all in the whisper of a feather and air in his touch, and he steered them both towards the The Common, and the dark and winding pathway into the woods.
He'd been skilful, and careful - the wetting in the corner of the pub had dried in her shorts, and you'd need to look to see more recent wettings in the wet spot off to one side of her groin - but her legs weren't drying in the humid air and that, the fact that she'd pissed down them, was obvious to see.
Fine. She was fine with it, and he was fine with it: a look around them in the grassy little clearing in the trees and brambles, to see that the coast is clear, and it was time to stop teasing.
And so he kissed her, just behind the ear, nibbling his way through her hair to find her skin and kiss the kiss that melts her; and just as she tried to turn and kiss him back, he used used his fingers for real, everything he had learned that she liked, doing her and letting her ride him, finding her rhythm and working her, letting her buck and roll, and shimmy and thrust, taking her up, and up, and up, utterly oblivious to anything except the slick sin of being brought.
And brought, and brought, and brought; coming, and The Grand Arrival, spurting and slick and wild and beautiful.
And over, gently coming-down and coming-to, led back down the mountain by a lover who knows when to kiss, and when to squeeze, and when to let you breathe, and be.
And finally, unable to stand, drawing his hand down and around her, kneeling down in front of him as he squatted down, eye to eye with her, a fingertip stroking her in the leg of her shorts, this time from the front, lighter than a slick whisper in her lips.
A sigh, and her eyes opened sleepily, and she kissed him; took his hand, and stood, and hugged him, kissing harder with a hunger in it.
A gasp, and she broke it off:
"Oh God, I need to piss"
Bending and reaching for the button of her shorts, bending her knees, starting the familiar pull-em-down and wee; and stopping, hearing her inner voice tell her "I'm fine with it", and realising that things are different, now.
So she stood, drew herself up, feet together and hands hanging loosely at her sides, and looked him straight in the eye.
A heartbeat, and a wince: was there a sound, a patter on the grass?
A breath, and a whisper, and a hiss, becoming stronger, deeper, as the pattering in the grass settled down to a steady rustle and bright flashes of reflected moonlight.
He looked down, saw a wet line in the denim become a butterfly of glistening fabric; saw a dark half-circle expanding from her groin, rising up her frontage as the hiss got louder: her shorts, filling with wee, faster than it could run out onto her legs.
Her legs, her skin, a glistening sheen of wet in the faint light, streaming down into rivulets on her calves, her sandals bubbling and foaming in a puddle in the grass.
The dark patch rose to her waistband, and spilled over, pattering and drumming on the grass, bubbling on her skin and tickling her tummy.
Her eyes, gleaming, her mouth half-open, shallow breathing, short little breaths; not the sigh of the long relief in a good wee, something else - something else there, something she had from his fingertips and the long pleasure of him; something in her desires blended from the delicious wickedness of the long walk; and she can now 'fly solo' and re-live it when she wees.
The hiss and patter died down, became a quiet little sound, then silent: a slow dribble in her pants as she carried on weeing in her pants and I'm fine with this, a warmth; the black and glistening sheen on her front became dark wet cloth, then damp, then drying, save for two little patches of wet at her legs, a butterfly-mark centred on a wet crotch.
Still dribbling, or is it just the wee caught up in her underwear, sopping wet and running out?
She doesn't know, and she isn't pulling-in herself and squirting, pulling-up and stopping: why bother?
Why stop?
Fine with this.
She takes a wider stance, feet a little apart - wee squelching in her sandals - and hauls up the waistband of her shorts, drawing-up a wet, wet cameltoe that fades to dark, then damp, as wee trickles out down her thighs, flickering and breaking-up into wet lines and rolling droplets.
A spurt, and a patter of wee, straight down onto the grass between her sandals.
Knees bent, unbutton, and unzip, and slide her shorts down to mid-thigh...
Mischief, and the night's not over.
"Do you need a wet cotton cloth?"
A moment, a heartbeat: the cup of her wet cotton panties is plainly visible, and she spurts, a little rush of heat against herself, another patter of piss on the ground.
Not so dazed, and not at all confused, there is a clarity to that young man; he knows what exactly what she's offering, and he knows what he wants:
"No, but but you could wipe me perfectly clean another way"...
Forward, and he pulls at her panties as he steps out of her shorts, kicking out of her sandals and scrabbling at his belt, his buttons, his zip, suddenly maddened by that kiss on her throat, and at her ear; and that once-in-a-lifetime offer that she teased him with so long ago is here, and now, and happening.
They are going to be at it a while; and we'll leave then to it.
But this, This is a thing: she will need to piss again, when they're finally making their way home, and his fingers are going to know it, no matter how gentle he'll need to be when they've got to the stage of brushing off the grass and the leaf-litter.
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A/N: Written for pixiv fanbox, now available for the public.
She should have asked where the bathroom was before they let her in the interview room.
She should have, but of course she did not realize that she needed to pee until it was too late. It was only once she was sitting in the empty room that it hit her, and it may have partially due to nerves, but there was nothing she could do about it then. And that is where Serena finds herself now, irritated with herself for not thinking of this sooner.
Of course, she went before she set out for her interview, so she really didn’t think she would end up in a situation like this. Now that she is here, though, she regrets not asking the receptionist who led her back here. She got here an hour before her interview was set to begin, leaving the house way too soon because she has heard many time before that showing up fifteen to thirty minute early is proper interview etiquette. After leaving incredibly early, trying to be prepared in the event that something might delay her along the way, she ends up in this situation.
If she had just asked before she was left alone, it wouldn’t have been any big deal, but now, she isn’t sure if she should leave the room. At any moment, her interviewer might come in, and all her work to be early will be wasted. If he finds out that she is here early and has the time to see her sooner, she does not want to mess that up. This is the most important interview of her life, and she will not allow anything to mess it up for her.
An internship at Lysandre Labs would mean a lot for her career. If she gets in now, while she is still a student, there is an almost guaranteed position waiting for her when she graduates, provided she impresses them during her internship and keeps her grades up at school. This is the chance of a lifetime, so is just going to have to ignore her bladder for the time being, and hope that her interviewer comes in early, and that the interview itself does not last long.
There is also the rumor to take into account that Lysandre himself conducts some of these interviews. Serena knows that she can’t risk anything if that is the case, because he is the man that she wants to impress most of all. All she has to do is sit here and wait, and pretend that she can’t feel a fresh throb from her bladder every few minutes, bringing her need back to the forefront of her mind.
It isn’t as if she can’t hold it. She has had to wait plenty of times in the past, and it has never been a big deal before. She just needs to be patient like always, rather than dwelling on it, and everything is going to be just fine. An hour is no time at all, and even if the interview itself takes another hour, she is certain that she is more than capable of holding it until then.
Except time sure does seem to be dragging by a little more slowly than normal, and she finds herself checking the clock over and over again, wondering how much longer she has to wait, wishing desperately that Lysandre- or whoever it is- would show up early, impressed by how early that she is. They probably have a busy interview schedule, and they’re probably tied up with someone else right now, so she shouldn’t hope for any special treatment just because she miscalculated and ended up here a whole hour before her interview.
When Serena realizes that she is squirming in place, she forces herself to go still. The last thing she wants to do is be caught wriggling around like some kind of kindergartner. Instead, she allows herself to cross her legs at the ankles, because that is subtle enough, and does help things, at least a little bit. Time is not going to move very quickly if she just sits here, doing nothing other than dwelling on the fact that she needs to pee, so she opens her portfolio to review what she is going to try and discuss today.
For a little while, reading over those things is enough to take her mind off of her nagging bladder. She reviews her talking points in her head, going through how she plans to talk herself up in a way that does not seem too showy, but also lets her interviewer know just how much she wants to impress them for the sake of this internship. There are questions that she will be asked as well, and she tries to think through the ones that she is supposed to expect, and how she is going to answer those. She read online about typical job interview questions and the like, so she should be completely prepared.
Of course, she knows that there will be a strong chance of curve ball questions, but she hopes that she will be able to think quickly enough to respond to those without any issue. Today is going to be a good day for her, and the fact that she seriously has to pee right now is not going to get in the way of that.
When did she start squirming again? As soon as the thought of needing to pee enters her mind again, Serena is brought back to the reality of the situation, snapped out of her daydreams full of interview scenarios. She needs to keep her mind off of it permanently, but now, she realizes that if she is not at least a little bit aware of herself, then she might slip into actions like this. That would have been so embarrassing if she had done that in the middle of her interview! She really needs to get it together, because she still has thirty minutes until her interview is set to start.
She tries to see if she can balance her daydreams with paying attention to her body, knowing that time will only go back to dragging along if she does not distract herself at least a little bit. And maybe her mind starts to wander away from the interview as she starts to imagine Lysandre himself interviewing her, but all of that is mostly harmless, just as long as it does not distract her too much from the matters at hand. It is no secret that her hopefully-future-boss is an incredibly handsome man, and it’s only natural that she might lose herself in fantasies where he is so taken with her during the interview that he wants to make her so much more than just an intern…
This is more than enough to keep her occupied, at least for a little while.
~X~
Lysandre watches the girl on the screen, interested her for more than simply professional purposes at this point. He tries to keep that sort of thing out of business, but this Serena is incredibly beautiful, and what’s more, there are certain hints in her movements that might suggest even more reason for him to be interested in her. But for now, he is just going to watch her, waiting until it is time for him to go into the next room and greet her.
A lot of his practices are considered anything from eccentric to downright bizarre, but when he can tell from a resume that he has a promising candidate, he wants to be the one to interview them himself, and he has this little test that comes first. Ordinarily, he just watches them throughout the first fifteen minutes of their interview slot before showing up and apologizing for being late, explaining that he was caught up in important work.
All the while, he watches them from the next room, a surveillance camera showing him everything that they do while they wait. Impatience manifests itself in many different ways, and you can tell a lot about a candidate from how they wait for him, and the face that they put on once he does show up. But Serena is so early that he has a long time to watch how she waits for him, and because she’s just his type, he can’t help but be enraptured, glad that there is no one else around to comment on how pervy he is being right now.
And it is pervy, and he knows that there is no other way to describe it. Even if not for certain other factors, the idea of watching a young, pretty girl on camera for nearly an hour just because she is so pretty is bad enough, and already having a good idea that he is going to bring her on as an intern is even worse. She has an impressive resume, but seeing her clinched it, and mostly because he is curious about if she is the type of girl who might use any means necessary to climb the ladder.
But the most pervy thing about it is the real reason he has become so enraptured, a fetish of his that he has mostly kept to himself over the years, with the exception of a few lovers that he let in on it, when he knew that they were devoted enough to do it for him, even if they did not turn out to be into it themselves. He has a good eye for this sort of thing after years dedicated to his private fantasies, and he can tell from the way she squirms in her seat when she gets lost in thought, from the way she crosses her legs, and from the slight flashes of discomfort on her face that Serena has to pee.
It is almost too perfect. An ideal intern with the ideal appearance is waiting for him, unable to leave the room until he has interviewed and dismissed her, and she is bursting to pee on top of all of them. Greater men than him have fallen to such temptations, he is certain, and Lysandre has no intention of going in early, or on time, or until he has seen what he wants to see. If she gets up the courage to take a bathroom break in the meantime, then no loss, he will simply wait until she returns and carry out the interview like normal, and still bring her on, only mildly disappointed that he did not get to watch her piss herself.
But if she does piss herself, then it is going to be a very wonderful day for him.
~X~
“Come on, come on,” she whimpers to herself, jiggling her legs and wishing desperately that she could just stay still right now, but it is getting harder and harder for her to remain still for long. Serena can’t remember having to pee this badly in her life, and she has no idea how she ended up like this, when she made sure to pee before she left. Maybe the tea she had right before didn’t really have the chance to make it to her bladder, but it still came on so suddenly and so terribly, and not until right after she missed her opportunity to go to the bathroom.
And now she finds herself in an impossible situation. Every minute that passes that her interviewer does not show up is a minute that she could have spent going to the bathroom, but once time has passed, she can’t go back, and has to keep worrying that if she left right now, she would come back to find her interviewer waiting impatiently for her. No matter what, she is completely screwed, and she is getting so desperate now that she is no longer sure if she actually can make it through her interview.
But she has to, she absolutely has to. Today is much too important to ruin, and she is not some little kid. She can hold it for as long as she needs to, and once her interviewer comes in, she will compose herself perfectly, and she will be able to hold still, posed and refined, as she answers questions, impresses them, and secures herself an internship. If the interviewer is Lysandre himself, then she might go out of her way to make an even better impression, but either way, she has already decided that everything is going to be perfect for her. She is not going to mess this up, and she is going to be able to hold it.
It would just be nice if they would show up on time. By now, she has been waiting for that full hour, and there is still no sign of them. She knows that a few minutes does not make much of a difference, but as she grits her teeth and tries to ignore the throbbing of her bladder, she starts to wonder why the hell it’s so important that she be fifteen to thirty minutes early, but the interviewer can waltz in whenever they want and it isn’t a problem. And heaven forbid she show up a few minutes late! While they can get away with that sort of thing, it would completely disqualify her from the position, no matter how good her excuse turned out to be.
Minutes tick by, and still no sign of them, and all the while, Serena finds herself getting more bitter, and much more desperate. With her legs crossed tight, she is completely unable to stop squirming in her seat, one hand pressed into her lap, with the other hand holding her portfolio over it to offer her some coverage in case she is walked in on in such a compromising position. She hates that it has come to this, but there is not much else she can do, as she continues to fight a losing battle against her body.
At this point, she really needs to just take her chances and go back out to the receptionist. Maybe if she asks where the bathroom is, the receptionist can catch the interviewer if they’re on their way in, and explain that Serena has been waiting for a long time, and just went to take a quick break while she waited. That might be enough of an excuse that she could make it through without getting into any trouble, and yet, there is a part of her that still worries that might not be enough, and that that might completely undo all of her efforts to get her early.
On top of that, it just makes her nervous, going to ask a stranger for directions to the bathroom like that, and expecting that stranger to tell someone- maybe Lysandre - that the reason she is not in the interview room, despite sitting in there for an hour now, is because she had to pee and couldn’t wait anymore. It is way too embarrassing, and though she is not shy about most things, that is something that she just can’t handle right now. Today is stressful enough without adding that into the equation, but at the same time, she knows that today would be considerably less stressful if she did not have to pee so damn badly right now.
“Where are you?” she asks the open air, her frustration growing. She presses her hand down, grinding it against her lap, worrying a bit too late that she might be doing something to wrinkle her perfectly pleated skirt. By now, though, that seems like a petty concern in comparison to everything else that is going on right now.
This is getting to the point that she is not going to be able to hide it during her interview. No matter what she does, her interviewer is going to be able to tell that she is trembling and wriggling, tapping a foot or crossing her legs, and if she has to keep her hand between her legs, that is not going to work at all! And that is all without considering the absolute worst case scenario, where she wets herself in the middle of her interview, ruining her reputation forever. A bad interview is one thing; maybe someday, she can get another chance, with a more impressive resume to flaunt. But an interview where she pees herself in the middle of it? There is nothing that Serena can do to recover from that.
She needs to just get up and go, right now. No matter what happens, she can’t let the interviewer see her that desperate, whether it is Lysandre or somebody else. If she is considered late because of this, she might be able to make a case for herself, or she might have another chance later to impress them, but if she pisses herself, it will all be over. The solution is simple, she only wishes that she had arrived at this conclusion earlier, but there is no time to waste in beating herself over it.
That is when she stands up, and suddenly freezes in place.
~X~
Lysandre knows that he is being cruel, but the show that Serena is putting on for him is absolutely delicious. He has never had the opportunity to watch such candid desperation before in his life. There have been women he has passed while out that he could tell were in the middle of a frantic search for the bathroom, but he has never been depraved enough to follow along and see if they actually made it or not. Some of the videos that he has watched online have had such good actresses that it might have felt genuine, but the setup has always been far too convenient, and his suspension of disbelief fades away whenever he remembers that there would not be such high film quality if it were genuine.
His former lovers have done a good job in indulging him, but it has always been at his command, rather than a genuine situation, but Serena…he shudders in his excitement. She has looked around so frantically, talking to herself and probably groaning- and oh, he wishes he had audio on the feed as well- while trying to distract herself, her need getting worse and worse with each passing moment, until she is unable to sit still. For some time now, he has watched her squirm, trying to hide her hand under the folder in her lap, but he can tell that she is holding herself.
But now, she is reaching a breaking point as she waits for him, standing up, probably giving up to go to the bathroom because she knows she has no time left otherwise. It was a good show, and he is disappointed that she is cutting it short here, but he has seen more than he ever would have expected today, and that is good enough for the time being. He looks forward to watch the stiff way she exits the room, imagining her leaking in her panties as she goes.
Except she does not start walking. Serena freezes up as soon as she stands, both hands suddenly darting between her legs, pressed under her skirt, and Lysandre moves like a flash. There is no more time for him to delay- this is the best possible outcome, and if he hurries, then he will have the chance to witness it in person.
~X~
The door swings open the moment that Serena starts to piss herself, because of course it does. Of course this stupid day is taking the worst possible turn that it could, and, just to add insult to injury, the person that walks through the door is Lysandre, looking every bit as handsome as she imagined he would in real life, maybe even more so.
“I…” she starts to choke out, but it is no use; there is no explanation for what is happening right now that could possibly make it better. He gets a full view of the moment that her panties are finally soaked through, the front of her skirt darkening where it is crunched up against her, before streams of urine start streaking down her legs, soaking into her tall socks, until finally, the stream begins full force.
Lysandre gets to watch the torrent of piss splash on the floor beneath her, quickly forming a puddle at her feet, while Serena does everything that she can to not meet his eyes, as tears well up in her own. It’s all over now. Her chances at getting this internship are completely blown, and she has humiliated herself so thoroughly that she does not think she will ever be able to recover from this. Suddenly, finding another internship does not even seem like her main hurdle, because right now, she has no idea how she is ever even going to leave her house again.
“I…” she tries again, as the flood finally starts to slow, before coming to a stop, but there is nothing for her to say. She can’t think of a single word, not even the apology that she needs, and Lysandre is still watching her, waiting to see what she will do next, his face unreadable. Finally, all she can say is, “I can clean that up before I leave.”
“Leaving already?” he asks, his voice sounding much to casual for what the situation calls for. “I thought we were supposed to have an interview. I can see why you might not want to sit back down in your wet clothes, but this won’t take too long, so maybe you don’t mind to stand?”
“What? I…of course it won’t take too long! You’re just going to kick me out of here for making a fool of myself on the single most important day of my life!” she protests, unable to help herself. She knows that yelling at him is only going to make her situation worse, but it’s not as if there is anything she can do to make it better right now.
“Who said anything about kicking you out?” he asks, his smile shifting into an easy smirk. “I’m actually a lot more interested in interviewing you now.”
Her mind seems to shut off then. She is not sure how long she stares at him, his expression never faltering, before she is finally able to say, “I don’t…what do you…you are?”
“I am. And I didn’t think you were the sort to give up so easily. From your resume, it seemed as if you were the type who was willing to do whatever it takes for this internship. Am I incorrect in assuming that?” he asks, stepping closer to her. Serena is beginning to feel confused now, between the way he is looking at her and her overwhelming humiliation, and, beneath all of that, the strange sense of pleasure that comes with her relief.
“I am, I mean, I will…I mean, I…” She trails off, not sure what to do say, before clearing her throat. “I am willing to do anything for this interview.”
“This wasn’t all just some show to impress me, was it? I’ll admit I have no idea how you would have discovered my…private interests, but it does seem awfully coincidental,” he chides her, but his tone is teasing, and he winks at the end of his sentence.
“I don’t…what do you mean?” He can’t possibly be saying…
“Don’t worry, I can tell this was all genuine. That’s what makes it that much more exciting for me, Serena. I think you would make such a lovely fit here at Lysandre Labs,” he says, stepping even closer to her, until he has his hands on her shoulders. She feels as though she could melt under his gaze, a heat flaring up between her legs. Could she really be turned on right now , even though she’s just pissed herself, all because Lysandre is looking at her? Or could it be…
He pulls her against him then, so that she is able to feel the bulge in his pants, gasping softly as he holds her close. She wants to warn him that he is going to get wet, but he must know that by now. This must be just what he wants, but she is still hardly able to wrap her head around any of this. Though she did fantasize a bit too much about him taking an interest in her at first sight, none of those fantasies involved her pissing herself, or that being the source of Lysandre’s interest.
But she feels a hand under her skirt, groping at her ass, before dropping a bit lower, rubbing between her legs. She moans without meaning too, and Lysandre chuckles, continuing to touch her, trying to get a feel for how wet her panties are. Serena does not know what, exactly, is going on, but she is starting to get an idea, and she has already promised him that she is willing to do whatever it takes for this internship. That means going along with this, no matter what direction it may take.
She just has a feeling that she is going to like all of this a lot more than originally planned.
~X~
Serena makes a great addition to the team, selected straight out of her interview for an important position working directly under the boss. With a resume like hers, it is no wonder that she did so well, but there are plenty of rumors surrounding the circumstances anyway, made that much more prominent because of how close she and Lysandre always appear to be.
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A mail that Nadia hoped to see in her inbox was finally there. Her internship at one of the top advertising firms was approved. Her heart was pounding with excitement, as she read through the mail for the 4th time. It was late evening, and her flatmate had traveled back to her home to spend time with her family. Leaving Nadia to spend the weekend alone.
The two girls were classmates. A year ago, they shared a room at the hostel and soon realized a need to move out and find a place of their own. In other words, find a place where they did not have to report to a warden and abide by the rules. Not that they were the rebel kind, but they liked having their freedom.
Nadia fixed herself a drink and walked back to her desk. Given the fact that she was alone in her flat, she did not bother wearing shorts or PJ. A loose/ long t-shirt and pantie were all that covered her body, as she got back to her laptop. Nadia was studying mass communication, and as a part of her course, she needed to intern either in a media house, a radio station, or an advertising firm. Her goals were clear, she wanted to get done with her studies and become a copywriter. Hence, this opportunity of being an intern in an advertising agency would be a great learning experience.
She connected the laptop to her portable speakers and clicked on a playlist titled “Deep House” on Spotify. The night was young, and the bottle was full. Which meant only one thing, get drunk and give into her kinks. Nadia switched to incognito mode and opened Discord. A place where she could interact with people who are like-minded and more importantly shared her kinks.
One of the servers she was a part of was Omo.org. A place where things like wetting, soling, and other stuff related to Omorashi was not considered to be a taboo. Yes, Nadia was insanely driven to such interests for years now.
Nadia smiled when she noticed one of the online people was a profile named “Leaky”. Their chat began when he had responded to one of her role play requests that she had posted a few weeks ago. The two had hit off to a great start, making Nadia felt comfortable talking to this person and vice versa.
Nadia: Hey there!
Leaky: Hello! Hope you’re doing good
Nadia: Yep, just got my internship approved!
Leaky: That’s awesome! I am so happy for you
The discussion between the two was not just centered on their kinks. They discussed a range of topics like gaming, music, art, and also some parts of their personal life. It was strange how Nadia connected to this person who she had never met in real but still felt so comfortable.
Nadia: My roommate’s not home home 😉
Leaky: Now this has to be a great coincidence. I am home alone too! Which means only one thing…
Nadia reads his response and knows exactly what he was hinting at. She raised her t-shirt and noticed her light blue pantie had a wet spot, and it was not pee. She couldn’t help but grin at the sheer naughtiness experienced at the moment, as she drank more vodka off her glass.
Nadia: How about you tell me, I am sure what’s on your mind….
Leaky: You really know how to spice things up 😊 you’re alone, so am I… It’s the perfect time to do what we had discussed last night. We end up filling our bladders, and wet ourselves in real…
Nadia experienced a sudden rush of excitement, she hops off her chair and grabs a thick towel. Spreading it neatly over her chair, she settles down feeling the added softness against her butt.
Nadia: Sorry for being such a tease! I think it’s the right moment too. I am wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and pantie. Adding to the details, I am currently seated on a thick towel almost finishing my first drink…
Leaky: Damn, nice setup. Okay, I am currently in my boxers, no t-shirt, and drinking my second pint. Adding to the details, my shaft is growing hard as we speak.
Reading his last response, Nadia’s imagination took over for a few seconds. She tried picturing him in his mind, while her hand slipped between her legs, feeling her growing arousal. Biting her lower lip, her fingers rubbed her smooth pussy for some time more.
Leaky: ??
The sound of the notification brought Nadia back into reality, and she responds…
Nadia: sorry about that, got a little carried away. Tell you what, why don’t we do a role play and continue this game of ours?
Leaky: That sounds like a plan, give me a minute lemme get another pint…
Nadia downs her glass and walks to her kitchen for a refill. She pours herself another drink, and this time she makes sure it’s stronger than the one before. Back in her seat, she thinks for a few seconds wondering what might be a nice plot for them to role-play.
Leaky: I have thought of a plot, I am guessing it might interest you…
Nadia: That’s awesome, can’t wait to read it!
Leaky: Here you go then…
Leaky: A behavioral psychiatrist has always had a keen interest in the field of fetish. Curious as to why so many people are attracted to it, He/She has constantly indulged in various acts that fall under this popular fetish "Omorashi". As not many studies or observations have been conducted on this very topic, He/ She decides to dwell deeper into it. In an attempt to meet people sharing the same fetish, He/ She creates an online community to interact and discuss with like-minded individuals. The community gains popularity, leading to a post that says "If you are ready to be a part of a series of observations related to Omorashi, drop in a mail"...
Nadia reads the plot carefully and instantly falls in love with the idea. What she liked about Leaky was, he was a person who enjoyed a good story when it came to role-playing. There was a fine balance between kinks and the story. Most of their plays so far revolved around how to develop a good story rather than jumping right into the action.
Nadia: This is a great plot, I freaking love it. I can see a lot of potential in this 😊
Leaky: See, I knew you’ll like it! So I have my character ready, let me go ahead and share the details with you.
Leaky:
Name: Noah
Age: 32
Height: 5'9
Built: Athletic
Hair: Black
Profession: Behavioural Psychiatrist
Noah had always been curious about people. The uniqueness, different personalities, varied types of emotional responses; in simple words studying human behavior was his passion. His theories on dating dynamics and sexual chemistry between a man and a woman were two of his works that were hugely recognized and appreciated. Which got him quite a lot of fame and fortune. Noah was the kind of man who loved his job. He needed answers to the complexity of the human mind. One aspect that bothered him or one could say he wanted to understand was fetish. One among the many fetishes which he could call his own was Omorashi. Something about a woman peeing or pooping herself on accident or going in places she shouldn't or just being desperate turned him on so immensely. He also knew that many people experienced the same. So without making a big deal about it, he set up a community where he let people discuss these topics in open.
Nadia: Alright, this is quite interesting. I have a character in mind, and I am sure she’ll fit right into this plot.
Nadia:
Name: Rin
Age: 23
Height: 1m65
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan Sexual
Personality: She is a naive girl who trusts others easily. She is always willing to help others and try new things. When she found that someone need help for studying something, she immediately offers to help, even if she has no idea what it is about.
Leaky: I have to agree, she fits right in. I can’t wait to start us off!
Upon seeing the response, Nadia took a large sip off her glass and noticed her nipples were now rock hard. She gently massaged her breast, letting out a soft moan.
Nadia: Why don’t you go ahead and start us off?
It takes a minute for Leaky to type, and while he did Nadia bit her lower lip and intentionally leaked some pee into her pantie. Her pantie instantly turned dark with a wet spot. The smell of urine hit her nostrils, as Nadia gently rubbed her finger over the wetness.
(THE ROLEPLAY)
Leaky: Noah was excited. He was finally about to meet his subject any time now. Mails were exchanged, and the meeting was set up at his clinic. He checked his mail again to confirm her name "It's Rin, okay" he tells himself, sipping black coffee as he waited patiently smoking his pipe.
Nadia: Rin was in now at the front of his building. She checked the address once again, making sure she was at the right place. She didn't know what kind of job had she applied too, but she was happy to be able to help someone else. She knocks on the door,..
Leaky: Noah opens the door "You must be Rin" he says. His voice is deep, but not intimidating. Dressed in his formals, he introduces himself "I am Noah" he smiles.
Nadia: Rin was wearing a blue jean and a tiny white top. When she saw Noah open the door, she stood still. "Nice to meet you Noah, I am Rin." She bowed down.
Leaky: "Please come in, make yourself comfortable," he says directing her to the couch placed right in the center of the room, over a carpet "Would you like some coffee?" he enquirers.
Nadia: Rin enters, and takes a seat, feeling a little intimidated by this new place. "Yes, I would like some coffee thanks." She looks around.
Leaky: Noah's clinic had a blend of antique and modern artifacts. The curtains were thick, making it hard for the sunlight to seep in. But the soft lights lit the room well. He pours her a mug of coffee and takes a seat on the chair "So, what do you do Rin?"
Nadia: She took the mug in her hands, feeling the warmth. "I was working as a cashier, but I recently left the job, searching for a job to help others. How about you?"
Leaky: "Being a cashier can get monotonous at times I suppose" he says, taking another sip from his mug "I am a psychiatrist Rin. I help people deal with their mental health and guide them towards positive ways to cope with life. That's the primary aspect of my profession, and apart from which I also study people. Their fears, what makes them happy, sexuality... and now I am interested in researching a particular subject that can be considered as taboo" he responds to her confidentially.
Nadia: “Yes, I saw that you needed help with your research. This is why I came, I wanted to see if I could help you."
Leaky: Noah smiles and reposition's himself on the chair "I am glad to see you excited about this Rin" clears his throat "But before we take this conversation forward, I'd like to tell you more about this research and what it involves, okay?"
Nadia: Rin finishes her coffee quickly before refocusing on Noah. He sounded serious, and she gets ready to listen to him. "Of course. Please tell me what this is about."
Leaky: Taking a deep breath he responds "So what we are going to do will revolve mainly around a particular fetish called Omorashi. Have you heard about it before?" he enquirers…
Nadia: She thinks about it, but it doesn't remind her of anything. "No, unfortunately, I have never heard about it."
Leaky: "Alright, so Omorashi is a fetish that originally surfaced in Japan. It's sexual, where men and women get aroused by either holding their pee or poop to a point of desperation or wetting or soiling themselves or going in places they shouldn't or just the plain act of watching each other do it" he says and looks at her in silence.
Nadia: Oh...I see.." Rin thinks about it, but it sounds weird to her. She could never think of why someone would like that. But she wanted to be of help, so she looks at him, and checks "So, should I try to keep it in me as long as I can from now? And, just for my pee, or my poop too?"
Leaky: "Okay, firstly I am glad that did not storm out of that door" he smiles "Not many people are very open to this idea at the very start, but I am glad you are Rin. Well, I guess you have got the gist of it. And yes, it will be for both your needs pee and poop" he reaffirms her "I'll give you a few minutes to think about it, after which if you agree I'll tell you more"
Nadia: As soon as he finished talking, she replied. "I will try my best, thank you for letting me help you. And, please, tell me more about it. I want to do my best to help your research"
Leaky: “Alright then Rin, welcome onboard" he shakes her hand again. "So this experiment will take at least a month. So you will have to move into a house that I have specially selected on the outskirts. Don't worry, you're going to love the place. Secondly, to break the ice I will want to start right away. It's a small experiment" He walks up to the refrigerator, and brings a tall mug of lemonade along with a glass. "I will want you to drink three glasses of this right now"
Nadia: “She was never really attached to the current place she was living, so moving to a new one wasn't a bother. "Ok. I'm excited to see the new place." She looks at walking to the fridge before coming closer. Seeing the lemonade "Three? Ok, I will do it right away." She pours one glass before drinking it. It's acid, but she finished it quickly. The second and the third follow quickly, and she put the glass down. "Three glasses, done".
(This is the end of part one, and it's my first attempt in writing a story. So based upon your responses, I am more than happy to build it further 😊)
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So, this is a commission from @Toasty based on a fantastic show. It's set as a prequel, before Adora joined the rebels, so the two main characters are best friends still. As always all characters are over 18 in this alternative version of this fictional universe.
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Not for the first time, Catra woke up desperate to poop.
Her eyelids fluttered awake, not to gentle sunlight through the blinds, but to disappointing darkness. It was still late at night, or perhaps early morning. There was no way to tell. The room was silent and empty but for her. It didn’t take long to realise the reason for her rude awakening: her stomach felt hot, heavy, aching to be emptied. She knew that feeling well. In around three minutes it would be too late.
Catra swung her legs off the side of the bed and rooted around for some clothes on the floor. In the darkness she could find nothing suitable, so settled for an oversized t-shirt. Typical Catra clothing it was not, but there was no time for niceties in her current condition. She needed to get to the bathroom, and soon. So she threw on the t-shirt and, with nothing underneath, set off on the short trek to the nearest toilet.
As she slipped out of the room, checking the corridors for people, a soft fart slipped out and blew gently against the hem of her pink top. The bathroom was just the other side of that hallway- if she could just make it there without anyone coming out...
These late-night excursions were no stranger to Catra. They’d been a necessary part of her life from a young age, with her unpredictable and frankly undersized bowels. Usually, the urge arrived suddenly, cruelly and at the worst possible times. Once it hit her it was strong and persistent and it didn’t go away until she pooped, which usually happened within twenty minutes whether she was on the toilet or not. All this meant that waking up desperate was a fairly common occurrence for Catra, even as she grew up into a young woman.
Tonight was just the latest in a long line of difficult wake-ups. Catra could feel the weight of her urgent dump pushing down on her, trying to make an early appearance. Her tight, tiny hole was flexing below her tail, preparing to open. Not yet.
Just a few feet from the bathroom door, it creaked open independently, startling Catra. A steady breeze had blown it ajar, and the shock of the sudden movement almost robbed her of her bowel control completely. For a moment she froze stiff, her ears pricked up, her nipples hard and pointed under the bubblegum fabric. She farted again without even realising she needed to, and carried on bravely towards relief.
For a girl with bowels like Catra, it was unwise to be picky about which toilets she used. For one thing, when she had to go, she had to go, and that usually meant rushing to the nearest lavatory indiscriminately. On the rare occasions that she was out and about and decided to risk waiting until she got back to her dormitory, she would often be made to pay for her cockiness. Still, though, this bathroom right here- by her own bedroom- was by far her most visited haunt when she needed to do some real damage.
Privacy wasn’t much of a concept in the Horde- the bathroom consisted of a dozen toilets lined up against one wall and a dozen sinks lined up against the other. There were no partitions, stalls, anything at all to block view. Catra was used to this, but the bathroom was empty at this hour anyway. She let the door swing shut behind her, her need growing more urgent by the second. This was the final stage of Catra’s routine desperation: a final rush that could not be held back for longer than perhaps half a minute, the body’s ultimate act of overriding her efforts to hold it. She was in last-gasp territory.
Fortunately, there was no pesky suit to unzip or unbutton, no underwear that had to be removed. Catra could simply flick up her t-shirt slightly at the bottom before she sat, leaving the path clear for her bowels to start evacuating. This was a great thing, because her body seemed to have taken the sight of the toilet as a signal that it was okay to poop now, and she felt her ring stretching rapidly before her cheeks hit the cold toilet seat. It came out of her like soft serve. The moment she was seated, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, and soon that sigh became a low purr of near-pleasure.
Catra had no intention of ever sharing this with another living soul, but she loved the feeling of taking a dump. Squirming and squeezing and clenching and running around, desperately looking for a toilet? Sure, that part wasn’t much fun, at least not for her- she sometimes got a kick out of watching Adora in those shoes, though. But no, the bit Catra really loved was the act itself, the dirty (almost naughty) intimacy of it. She had always been the type who, when told something should be done a certain way, wanted to do it another. And when she’d been taught that pooping is a private act, that only intensified her desire to observe, to be observed. It didn’t hurt that letting it stretch her and slide out felt great, too.
Eventually, Catra was empty. It wasn't unusual for her to take a while; her bowels may have been small but she still tended to produce huge loads. Adora could leave monstrously big logs in the toilet without breaking a sweat (usually breaking the flush instead), but Catra's poops were always soft and mushy, and usually easy to dispose of. She felt worlds better now she was empty.
After taking a few seconds to recover and relax from her near-accident experience, breathing softly in the moonlight through the window, she reached over and tore off a few squares of toilet paper to fold up and wipe with. Once she was satisfied that her butt was clean, Catra grabbed two more sheets and did a quick pass over her pussy, which was damp with pee that had inevitably dribbled out during her poop. The concoction of brown sludge, urine and used paper flushed without any trouble and she left, feeling like a thief sneaking out of a crime scene.
She returned to bed and, by the time she awoke, her desperate midnight excursion was barely more to her than a dream.
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If you were looking for the girl they called Adora at around 7:00AM on any given morning, you would have to head to her dormitory to do it. You would need to start by heading up the first flight of stairs on the left, taking them to the third floor and through to the lobby. From there, if you had clearance, you’d follow the corridors around to the right, emerge into a clear area and then push through the second door on your left and finding yourself in the all-female bathroom. Chances are you’d find your woman sitting on the stall closest to the door, trousers and underwear pulled all the way down around her ankles, face screwed up in concentration. If she wasn’t there, well, come back the same time next day and sure as the sun comes up you’d see her.
Adora’s bowels weren’t always predictable, but her bathroom routine was like clockwork. Every other day she would head over there for a morning dump. She always got to the bathroom at 7:00 sharp each time, she always sat down with her bottoms bunched up on the floor and she always stayed for at least half an hour. Most days she would succeed in producing something. Sometimes she wouldn’t, and on those occasions you could bet your bottom dollar that she’d rush off to the nearest toilet some time later that day. Adora had never talked explicitly about her toilet habits with most of the other girls, but they’d gathered everything they needed to know over time: the girl seemed to be permanently constipated, she produced enormous logs that took time to push out and rarely flushed easily, and she liked to take her time on the toilet.
Seven hours after Catra’s visit to the empty bathroom, the sun was coming up, lighting the previously dark room. Residents were flowing in regularly for routine early-morning visits to the toilet to expel whatever reserves of pee (and sometimes poop) had accumulated overnight. Most would come in, do their business and leave, sometimes bothering to wash their hands, usually not. Throughout that time Adora sat there patiently, alternating between pushing her poop out as much as she could and just waiting for nature to do its part.
She was more than used to her stubborn bowels by now. They didn’t like to empty easily, mainly because of how enormous her turds tended to be. It was incredible to most people that a petite girl could produce such big loads- only Catra and Adora herself were really used to it. On this particular morning Adora had woken up turtleheading; there had been a firm piece of poop literally poking out of her tight ring. Unconcerned by this development, she’d taken her time getting dressed and meandering to the toilet, knowing from experience that it was still a while away from splashdown. Now, thirty minutes later, it was hanging out by two inches.
The door swung open and Catra swaggered in. She smiled at Adora, pulled down her underwear and sat down on the toilet beside her friend.
“Morning,” she said sweetly, “sleep well?”
“Yeah, until I woke up with this monster turd pushing outta me,” Adora laughed, “how about you?”
“Pretty well, eventually,” Catra concurred.
“You pooping?” Adora said.
“Nah, just peeing. I woke up last night bursting to take a dump, I barely made it here in time”. This wasn’t an uncommon Catra story; she tended to get desperate often, which Adora found cute in more than one way. “How about you?”
They both laughed at this. It was something of an in-joke between them: Catra would ask Adora questions with plainly obvious answers, like asking if she was pooping when they could both see the log dangling out of her butt. Catra finished her pee and began to wipe slowly. She knew subconsciously, and Adora suspected, that she wiped slowly in order to maximise time spent with her friend.
“This baby’s been stuck there for at least ten minutes,” Adora said, her voice strained but still friendly, “if I stop pushing it’ll get sucked back in. I wish I did soft poops like yours, Catra”.
“Trust me, it’s not always rosy. Times like last night make me wish I had solid logs more often”.
Adora chuckled at this. “No, believe me, you have it better. I peed when I got here. I’ve been here so long that now I need another pee!”
“I don’t think I believe you,” Catra said, getting to her feet and redressing.
“No- look!” Adora spread her legs even wider as if to emphasise that Catra should go and look at her crotch, and her friend duly obliged. This was nothing they weren’t used to. True to her word, a light sprinkling of pee was indeed spraying from Adora’s private parts and into the bowl. It tinkled in front of the dark shape of the growing log, which looked to finally be on its way out. By now, the dark brown snake was so long that it was touching the water. Catra was enthralled by it, staring for far too long, but her friend didn’t notice. “One more push, I think,” Adora said. With a grunt from her, the turd finally broke free and slipped noiselessly beneath the water. “Oh, that feels so much better”.
“I would hang around, but I know you well enough to know there’s at least a couple more big bits where that came from,” Catra said, “I’ll see you later today?”
“Sure, see you later,” Adora sang, grinning from ear to ear at the feeling of her butthole stretching with the second log. Nothing starts the morning like taking a really big poop, she sung in her head. Adora snuck a glance between her legs to admire the handiwork so far. It was enormous.
“Not bad, Adora,” she told herself, farting softly as she spoke, “but now it’s time to really ruin this flush”. |
Beams of blinding red struck like lightning all around Adora. She held up one arm to shield her eyes from the glare, which penetrated even her emerald visor fiercely. Spinning on the spot, the blonde barely managed to catch a glimpse of a purple jet flying her way. Up came her left arm, and the projectile bounced harmlessly away off the shield attached to her wrist. The sheer force of the impact made her recoil a couple of steps.
Catra was behind her, the pair standing back-to-back, fighting off attacks from what felt like every angle. Every now and then Adora felt the tip of her friend’s tail brush the spot between her own shoulder blades. Both hearts were racing, but inside Adora felt calm, because she had grown used to the fact, over the years, that there was no real danger. One by one, as they always did in the end, the hostiles had fallen until there was a single violet figure left. Adora used a staff she had picked up earlier in the exercise to take it down, and turned to see Catra finishing off the last of her enemies.
When the rush was over, they embraced and started to regain their breath. There was no sign of Lonnie, Rogelio or Kyle. Either they had been defeated after the group was split, or they were somewhere else in the training compound fighting their own battles. Adora couldn’t afford to think about them just yet- not until she had recovered from the exertion. She stepped back and looked Catra up and down. The other girl looked similarly shaken up, but physically unscathed. Her ears were prickling up, her tail twitching.
“You okay?” Adora asked carefully.
“I’m good. You?”
“I think so,” Adora said, testing out her arms and legs, “I might have twisted an ankle but I can walk on it”
“I swear training is harder than it used to be,” Catra grumbled.
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Back in the locker room, Adora started getting concerned about her friend. They had been out of combat for ten minutes, but Catra still looked very much on edge. That pointed tail was still standing to attention, her ears still pointed, nipples stiff and showing through her top. Usually Catra would have relaxed by now. Unless… there was another reason why she sometimes looked so on edge. Or maybe sometimes wasn’t the right word. Maybe often was more appropriate. Adora decided to come out and say it.
“You have to poop,” she said bluntly. It wasn’t a question. Catra looked aghast, and shook her head frantically.
“No!” She yelled, before realising how loudly she’d protested and reducing her volume, “I mean- I’m fine- what makes you think that?”
“Oh, please,” Adora rolled her eyes, “I know you so well. I think I know how to spot when you’re desperate by now”.
“Well, you must not know me as well as you think you do, because I don’t need to poop,” Catra said indignantly.
Adora didn’t buy it, but she let it slip. As they piled into a small room to debrief, reunited with their fellow recruits, Adora sat with Catra on the back bench. She was sure she smelt farts in the air near her and didn’t need to be a genius to work out who they were from. Within a few minutes of the debrief Catra was sweating. Adora looked over and was taken aback to see her friend rubbing her stomach with one hand, a pained expression on her face. Concerned, she nudged Catra on the thigh and caught her eye, mouthing the words can you hold it?
Almost immediately, Catra responded with a stoic nod, a determined stare… and then her eyes dropped, her shoulders slouched and slowly she shook her head. She couldn’t hold it. They needed to get out of there, and soon. Adora was no stranger to helping out Catra in such situations, even when Catra didn’t always want to be helped.
Adora looked around subtly. She needed a diversion, without making it obvious that that was what she was doing. A wire that ran just along the floor caught her eye- it was black, hard to spot in the dark room, but connected to the projector from which they were being debriefed. If she could just stretch her leg far enough...
On the second attempt the toes of Adora’s boot caught on the wire and she pulled it tight. The plug in the projector came flying out of its socket, but nobody in the room was paying any attention to that. All they saw was the screen in front of them turn a murky, blank grey.
The stand-in instructor groaned in frustration. She didn’t have the time nor patience for faulty projectors- she had another session due to start in a few minutes.
“Well, recruits, it isn’t exactly where we wanted to wrap up,” she admitted, “but we might as well end there for today. No point wasting time fiddling with the screen when there’s only a few minutes left of the presentation”.
Catra was the first to get to her feet, bolting from the room like a greyhound out of a trap. Lonnie shot Adora a questioning look, but Adora just shrugged.
“I don’t think she’s feeling well,” she said simply as she followed Catra out of the room. Catra hadn’t gone far. The girl was frozen on the spot just outside the door, visibly panicked. Adora took her calmly by the hand and led her down the corridor. When Catra was on the verge of an accident she tended to mentally regress, her sharp mind losing about ten years in intellect and ability to think clearly. Adora was the one who had to be logical and make decisions. This was not her first rodeo.
“Where are we going?” Catra whispered, her voice trembling.
“To the nearest bathroom,” Adora explained casually, “I doubt you’d make it upstairs”. She slipped them both into a small, one-cubicle staff bathroom that was disguised as a janitor’s closet and locked the door behind them.
“Remind me why you have to be in here too?” Catra said grumpily, fumbling with a button.
“It’s an instructor’s bathroom, not for recruits,” Adora explained patiently, “I can’t just wait outside, it would look suspicious. Zip stuck?”
Catra glared at her; she’d been fiddling with her zip for several seconds and part of her resented that Adora had noticed. Of course, another part felt a strange warmth from realising her friend was watching so closely.
“Yeah, fine, you got me,” she admitted, “can you help? It’s gonna come out soon”.
Adora stepped forward cheerily and got Catra unzipped in an instant. “I thought you weren’t desperate?” she chirped, turning away to face the mirror. From there, she realised with a jolt, it was impossible not to watch Catra pooping with an expression of relieved bliss on her face. It was one of those times when Adora remembered how beautiful her best friend was.
“I wasn’t,” she muttered unconvincingly.
“Well, it sounds like we got you here just in time,” Adora persisted, “You’re welcome, by the way”.
Catra relaxed slightly as the thickest bit left her and splattered into the water. In the mirror, Adora even saw her friend smile.
“Yeah, I saw what you did with the wire. Thanks, Adora,” she said. Her expression changed back slightly to one of frustration. “You shouldn’t have to keep bailing me out like this, though. I’m not a kid anymore”.
“Catra, it’s fine,” Adora insisted, “you have small bowels. I get it. Don’t worry so much”. She turned to her friend, whose thighs and ankles were completely exposed but whose crotch was secretively tucked between her legs. Her tail, which had stood on end a minute ago, drooped laxly on the floor beside the toilet. “Now, are you almost done? That water before training went right through me and I gotta take a huge leak”.
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“Adora, wake up,” came a soft voice.
Adora’s eyes opened groggily. She was in her bed, which wasn’t a surprise, but Catra was sitting on it, which was. Her friend looked pretty even at this early stage in the morning, eyes sparkling in the dim sunlight that crept between the blinds. The second thing Adora became aware of was that she needed to poop pretty badly. This wasn’t unusual; she hadn’t been the day before. In fact she hadn’t gone number two at all since that morning of her constipated conversation with Catra two days prior. Now it wanted out, and sharpish.
She sat up in bed. Catra had let herself in and was curled up on the duvet, gazing at Adora. She wondered how long her friend had watched her sleep, but pushed that thought away when another cramp in her stomach told her she needed to hurry up.
“I have some bad news,” Catra purred. Adora was barely listening as she started pulling the sheets off of her, which was made harder by the fact that Catra was sitting on them. She didn’t care one iota that she was topless. Catra had seen it all before.
“Can you tell me in a second? I’m desperate to poop,” she groaned.
“That’s the bad news. The bathrooms are all closed,” Catra told her. Adora’s half-closed eyes flew awake.
“What?” she said, ver voice a shrill icepick in Catra’s ear.
“They’re all locked down. Security malfunction, the shields are up against all of them,” Catra said matter-of-factly. Adora went white.
“I can’t hold it much longer, Catra. What do I do?”
“Well, if you had a litter tray…”
“But I don’t”. She farted loudly. “Oh, man, this is bad”.
“Come on, Adora, you can hold it. You’re so good at holding it. Best I know,” Catra encouraged. She was enjoying this a little too much. They sat there for a few minutes, trying to talk about anything to distract Adora, and occasionally the girl would moan, rub her belly or fart again. Then, finally, she broke.
“It’s no good, Catra,” she said, standing, “I can’t wait. It’s coming right now”.
“Right now?”
“In a few seconds,” Adora sighed, her face crumpling up. Catra was grinning at her. Not just smiling but grinning. “What’s so funny?” Adora snapped.
“Adora?” Catra said, in that tone a small child uses to try and convince their mother to buy them something.
“What?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Go on,” Adora said, feeling that this was not a good time for a heart-to-heart.
“I lied. The toilets are fine,” Catra said, smiling mischievously.
“You what?” Adora was practically yelling.
“I made it up. It was a prank. Surprise!”
Adora growled in frustration. “You could’ve told me earlier!”
“Oh, don’t be a drama queen,” Catra chided, “just go to the toilet”.
“I can’t! It’s too late now!” Adora said, whirling around to show Catra her back. Although her top half was bare, leaving her breasts to hang there, Adora was wearing a pair of tight white leggings to keep her legs warm through the night. Catra gasped and had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing when she saw it.
Adora was messing herself. The dark outline of an Adora-sized log was bulging inside the leggings, knobbly end protruding several inches out of her butt. As Catra watched the turd grew, coiled up and broke off into Adora’s clothes, followed almost instantly by another one.
“I can’t believe you made me poop myself,” Adora groaned, but Catra thought that in truth her friend didn’t sound genuinely annoyed. The second log was shorter but thicker, and Catra was staring more intensely than she realised at her topless friend’s accident. Normally she loved getting a look at Adora’s boobs but today she couldn’t look away from her butt as it emptied itself into those tight leggings. The third piece slid out easily, with a little push from Adora, completing a load that bulged out as big as a watermelon from the girl’s ass.
“Sorry” Catra said pleasantly, trying not to let herself enjoy the show too much, “I didn’t think you’d actually have an accident, Adora. You’re usually so good at holding it”.
“Not this morning. I needed to go last night but I was too comfy in bed,” she lamented. “You’re lucky I pooped myself in here, where one you can see”.
“You’re not mad?”
Adora whirled around and embraced her friend, smiling despite the stinky load in her pants.
“No, I’m not mad,” she said with an evil grin, “but I will get my revenge on you some day…” |
Some day turned out to be the next day. Adora had spent unhealthy amount of time since her accident in front of Catra plotting her payback, which was far from a complex or devious plan, but did involve waiting until the brunette needed to poop. Confident that this wouldn’t take long- after all, Catra getting desperate to go number two was a fairly common occurrence- Adora simply pretended nothing was up and bided her time.
In their shared bathroom, the busiest time of day was comfortably the hour between six and seven. Women who had been working or training hard all day long, often without much opportunity for rest stops, would flock into their dormitory’s shared toilets to empty a day-worth of pent up pee and poop. Adora usually went for a quick leak and then headed off to grab some rare free time, but Catra was regularly among those who went number two as well.
Today was no different. Heading upstairs after another hard day of training, in which Kyle had somehow managed to be captured before the exercise had even begun, Adora had realised she could do with a pee before dinner. So the pair had walked together into the bathroom, where Adora was quick to grab the only available toilet. In what was essentially the potty rush-hour of the day, every other seat was taken. Some were in use by women Adora knew well, some had complete strangers seated on them. Within about thirty seconds of their entry into the room, nobody stood, and it became clear that all the women were pooping.
Adora slid her bottoms down around her ankles and took a seat, unconcerned with who might see her vagina between her legs. It never bothered her- after all, bodies were just bodies. It took a few seconds for the stream to start up, and when it did, it was a weak tinkle that didn’t show any signs of letting up quickly. She looked up at Catra, who was standing opposite her, a few feet away, arms folded. Adora recognised instantly the signs that Catra had to use the toilet- tail alert, ears pointed, nipples erect. She had been too proud to say it, but Catra needed to go, all right. Ah, Adora thought suddenly, this is that revenge I promised.
“What’s up, Catra?” Adora smirked. Her friend shifted uncomfortably on the spot.
“Nothing? Why do you ask?” She said unconvincingly. Catra was a good liar- to most people. To Adora she was an open book.
Here's the rest of the story! It involves lesbian romance and, I should warn you, some pretty graphic messing! If that's not your thing then feel free to skip. If it is your thing, enjoy!
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“No reason,” Adora sang, “you just look a little… occupied”. She nodded subtly towards the other in-use toilets. There was no telling if Catra had picked up on the double entendre or not.
“I’m fine”.
“Okay, good, because we might be here for a while. I think I feel a dump coming,” Adora smiled sweetly at her friend, feigning innocence, “and you know how long those take”.
Catra snorted in derision. “You’re kidding. I haven’t seen you poop at this time of day in years,” she pointed out. It was a valid argument.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Adora teased, “but don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll have it out in- ooh… twenty minutes?”
Nervousness was creeping into Catra’s tone. “Well, just make it quick,” she said, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Adora put-on her best mock-surprise face.
“Why? Oh, do you need to go?” she asked, acting as if she had had no idea.
“You know full well I do, so hurry,” Catra snapped.
“I’ll be as quick as I can, but I can’t promise anything”.
“Come on, Adora, this isn’t funny,” she whined.
“And why not?”
“Because I really have to go”.
“Sorry, what was that?” Adora asked. She was enjoying this too much. She loved looking at the way Catra’s nipples poked through her shirt when she got desperate like hard little rocks. Catra leaned in a little bit closer and repeated herself, careful not to let anyone else hear.
“I really have to get on that toilet,” she admitted, “happy now I’ve said it?”
“Oh, you have to go!” Adora said brightly, in just about the loudest voice she could convincingly manage. Almost every woman in the room turned their heads towards the pair; Catra blushed deeply.
“Yes, okay, you got me,” Catra hissed, “I should’ve told you earlier. Now can you just do your shit so I can get on there? I feel like I’m about to explode”.
“And what is it you need to do, exactly? Adora asked in overacted confusion, “do you have to pee, or something else?”
“I need to poop,” Catra mumbled. Adora asked her to repeat herself more clearly, and she did. “Come on, Adora, we’re best friends. Don’t make me poop myself in front of everyone”.
“Oh, because best friends never make each other have an accident,” Adora said with a shark’s grin.
“Adora, please, that was just a joke,” Catra pleaded, “I didn’t think you wouldn’t make it. I’m begging you to let me on the toilet, it feels like it’s coming out of me already”.
“Say pretty please,” Adora decided finally.
“Adora, it’s poking out-“
“Say pretty please,” she repeated. She didn’t change her tone, but the repetition alone told Catra that she would not be persuaded. But the desperate woman had one last trick up her sleeve. She turned around and pointed her butt at Adora’s face, tail lifted, and let rip one of the worst farts Adora had ever smelt. The blonde cracked up laughing, but Catra’s expression was grim.
“Okay, I get it,” Adora said eventually. She stood and cleared the way for Catra to sit down, which she gratefully did. As soon as Catra was in position, mushy poop started to splatter out of her and fill the toilet bowl. In the few seconds before she came to her senses enough to close her legs, Adora got a rare glimpse of Catra’s shaved pussy. It was gorgeous to her.
“Hand me some paper,” Adora said, still laughing a little, “I didn’t get a chance to wipe and now my bits are dripping everywhere”.
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“You know, I really did almost crap my pants earlier,” Catra said.
Adora sat up, slightly surprised at her friend’s bluntness. Catra was a bit of a whirlwind when it came to subjects like the bathroom, sex or masturbation. Sometimes she could be open, honest, even humorous. At other times Catra was capable of being one of the most intensely private people Adora had ever met. It seemed to depend on her mood at the time.
“I literally crapped mine yesterday morning, so I think I know who had it worse,” Adora reminded her.
They were sitting on Adora’s bed at the time. Or rather, Catra was sitting on it. Adora was in it, topless, just as she usually was in the final stretches of the day before she went to sleep. Catra was curled up in the middle, the two chatting happily, a ritual they rarely got much time to observe. Part of Adora was hoping for Catra to go to bed soon so she could sleep (and likely masturbate beforehand; it had been a few days for her, and that was a few days too many). The other part wanted Catra to stay forever.
“But you’re forgetting that we poop differently,” Catra argued, “you do solid ones. It’s not so bad pooping yourself when there’s just a few logs. When I don’t make it? It’s everywhere. Down my legs, in my shoes-“
“That’s quite enough information,” Adora cut her off with a giggle, “and besides, my poops are bigger than yours. I have it worse”.
“That is not true!” Catra said indignantly. She sat up and shuffled closer to Adora. They were so close that the dark-haired girl could have leant over and kissed her on the forehead, or perhaps the nipple.
“It is, Catra,” Adora insisted, “you can’t poop like I can. It’s because you can’t hold it like I can,” she explained.
“That’s not true either! I can hold it just as long as you… if I want to,” Catra said. She sounded uncertain, but pride was holding her back from relenting to Adora.
“You can’t possibly believe that,” Adora said lazily. Beneath the duvet, her hand was drifting impatiently towards her crotch, almost of its own accord. She wanted the conversation over with so she could take care of a different kind of business.
“I do. And I can prove it,” Catra said. “Holding contest, you and me. At the end, whoever does the biggest poop wins,” she offered.
Adora raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t realised at first that Catra was being serious. “Deal. Prepare to be crushed,” she teased.
Catra was committed now, starting to lay down the ground rules, her competitive side overwhelming her common sense. She was totally oblivious to the small circles that Adora’s hand was beginning to trace around her clitoris.
“Tomorrow at wakeup we both poop. I know you’ll need one because you didn’t go this morning. I know I’ll need one because… well, it’s me. From then on, no pooping. You go, you lose the contest. Oh, and we have to stay together to see whose is biggest”.
“Fine by me,” Adora mumbled. Secretly, she was more interested in the nice tingling feeling shooting from her crotch to her toes. She thought vaguely that she could probably finish by doing that, and wondered if Catra would notice should she have an orgasm right then and there. A deeper, naughtier part of her wondered if Catra might want to join in. She pushed those thoughts away and forced herself to think maturely about the conversation she was having… but her fingers kept dancing those little circles. “Yeah, you’re right, I’m pretty sure I’ll need to poop tomorrow morning. In fact…” she raised one buttcheek ever so slightly, and let out a loud, rumbling fart. Catra giggled.
“I don’t know how you fart so loud, for such a skinny girl,” she said, pinching her nose with one hand in exaggerated disgust.
“Just talent, my dear,” Adora smiled.
“So, contest tomorrow? Don’t forget,” Catra offered her hand. Adora pulled out not her right hand, which was damp with her juices, but her left, and they shook awkwardly. Thankfully, Catra didn’t seem to notice. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow”.
“Goodnight, Catra,” Adora called quietly as her friend left the room.
“Goodnight, Adora,” came the reply. Then she was gone, the door shutting by itself behind her, and Adora closed her eyes. Her head tilted back on the pillow, her mind filling with images of Catra. These were the images she pushed away in every other moment. Only in these depraved, fleeting minutes, at the height of her arousal, did she allow herself to think about her best friend in such a crass way. But she was so beautiful…
In her mind’s eye she saw herself holding Catra, kissing Catra, touching Catra. It didn’t take her long at all to finish.
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Adora knew Catra like the back of her hand, but there was one part of Catra’s morning routine she never told anyone about. It was the reason she was so often desperate by the time she made it to the bathroom, but it had to be done, or she would get cranky around midday.
The morning of the holding contest wasn’t any different. She was lying in her bed, enjoying the first rays of sunlight through the window and playing with herself. Her stimulus, as always, was not video or photograph but her mind. In her head was Adora. Truthfully, over the most recent months, Adora had been popping up in her mind more and more frequently during these morning masturbation sessions. No, not just popping: pooping, more often than not. Catra had no idea why, or what triggered it. She just knew that images of her best friend on the toilet really got her going.
She was just recalling the time she had made Adora mess herself in her bedroom, nearing an orgasm, when the door flew open. Speak of the devil- in the doorway stood Adora herself, hair wild, eyes still puffy from sleep.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” Adora said, beckoning Catra up, “we have a contest to start”.
Catra’s hands had flown from her crotch with the alarm of a robber caught red-handed. She scrambled halfway out of bed but kept the duvet clasped firmly over her naked body.
“I’m not dressed,” she stammered. Surely Adora had worked out what she had been doing.
“Oh, come on, I’ve seen you naked before,” Adora teased. She picked up some clothes from the floor and tossed them to the brunette. “Come on, I’ll see you outside. And be quick, I’m absolutely bursting here”. With that, she was gone, presumably standing outside the room as her morning dump got more and more urgent.
Truth be told, Catra was experiencing much of the same feelings. She had woken up needing to poop pretty badly, as she often did, but her horniness had taken priority, as it almost always did. Now that the distraction of toying with herself was gone, she realised how desperate she was for a shit. She threw on the clothes and marched with Adora to the bathroom.
Inside, they took two seats next to each other. Finally able to relax their clenched asses, the two friends began to evacuate their filled bowels. Catra’s poop escaped in a sloppy mess that filled the entire bowl and left no square inch of clear water left in sight. Adora, on the other hand, took a little longer to push out three thick, solid logs. Once they were both done, they wiped and stood to compare sizes.
“There’s not much between us,” Adora commented, mildly surprised. “But it doesn’t matter. After the contest- which starts now, by the way- we’ll see who can really hold the biggest loads”.
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Forty-eight hours had passed since the contest had started. For Adora, this was a fairly standard amount of time to wait between poops, but her routine and her body’s custom to going every two mornings like clockwork meant that she was bursting by the time the two girls convened in Adora’s room to discuss how to proceed. Catra hadn’t gone so long without pooping in her life, except for one time when she was constipated a few years prior. She could barely stand still, feeling ready to explode, but determination to win the contest and get one over on her rival was keeping her going, keeping her butt clenched tight shut.
Over the two days they had barely had time to talk about anything, let alone the contest. Instructors and other staff had kept the trainees busy, rarely giving them more than a few minutes to themselves, and in the evenings they had been to exhausted to talk. Today, though, was set to have a different feel. It was a day off for Adora and Catra- almost an alien concept by now- and it was just as well, because their bodies had hit their limits at last. Today was going to be the last day of the contest, one way or another.
I'm ready to burst," Catra complained, holding her belly. She was sitting at Adora's desk chair, which had been swivelled around to face her friend. Adora herself was standing by her bed, a bulge in her stomach indicating the size of the load she was holding in. They were alone in the room.
"Trust me, I'm not much better," Adora said, "I haven't had to poop this badly since... well, since the other morning when you made me have an accident".
"I think we're both gonna have an accident at this rate," Catra said.
"There's definitely a bit sticking out of my butt," Adora groaned. She was frantic, unable to stand still. One hand was clasping one of her buttcheeks, squeezing it rapidly like she was flapping a sail.
"You know, you're not meant to do that," Catra said.
"What?"
"Touching your butt. It's supposed to make it worse," she said, letting out a long, low fart as she talked.
"I don't care, I think if I let go I'm gonna poop myself," Adora said.
"Can I be honest?" Catra asked.
"Of course".
"When I farted a few minutes ago, I think... something more came out," she said shyly.
"A shart?"
Catra nodded. Adora laughed despite herself.
"Oh, man. I'm glad I'm permanently constipated right now. I may be desperate but I've never shit liquid into my pants before".
"Well, it's not fun," Catra sighed. "I think we've made our point, don't you?"
Adora stopped and thought about it for a moment. The point of the contest was to see who could hold it the longest, and who could poop the most. Here they were, two desperate best friends, both on the verge of messing themselves in a big way. They'd proven their point. They could both hold for around two days and not much longer, it seemed like.
"Yeah, true. And besides, I really have to pee now," she admitted, "should we go to the bathroom and let it out?"
"Please," Catra said, getting to her feet. She looked relieved beyond belief.
The two girls walked together from Adora's room into the hallway. As soon as she saw what was going on, Adora's jaw dropped.
There was a gaggle of women outside the bathroom. She stepped closer, asking the nearest what was going on.
"Security malfunction," she explained nonchalantly, "the bathrooms are locked down. Sorry, kid, you're gonna have to hold it".
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They retreated back to Adora’s room, where relief was no closer- but at least nobody could see them squirm. After all, Catra felt, if you were going to mess yourself, you might as well do it in private. In there, the only person who could witness what might happen next would be Adora, and Catra didn’t mind that. Adora was beautiful, Adora had a smile that made things better… and, best of all, Adora was just as desperate as she was.
For a moment they said nothing to one another. The shock of the bathroom doors being locked had taken the wind completely out of their sails, and all the desperation-fuelled adrenaline had momentarily disappeared, leaving a bitter sense of worry. Catra felt her slender belly grumble again, and shifted uncomfortably. When she moved, she could feel the residue that the shart had left in her pants: slightly slimy and still warm. It felt remarkably heavy.
Adora didn’t look much better. She sat back down on her bed for a second, waited a few seconds and then leapt back to her feet. Catra deduced that sitting down while holding must have proved too difficult for her friend. Even now, even in this moment, she couldn’t help admiring how gorgeous Adora was. Those thoughts she tried to avoid were already beginning, creeping up on her like a cloud of warm pee in a cool swimming pool. She loved the way the curves of her best friend’s body were accented so perfectly by what she was wearing. The diamond sparkle in those otherwise gentle sky-blue eyes. Something about knowing that Adora urgently needed to do something so unladylike was only making her sexier to Catra. In those moments, gazing at Adora’s squirming figure beside the bed, Catra forgot about her own need to poop.
But then she moved just an inch in her chair and oh, yes, it was back, back again like an ice pick to a bouncy castle. The pressure was building and building not just in her bowels, but her bladder, filling and swelling and ready to burst. Catra wanted- no, needed- to fart, and still she knew she couldn’t risk it. Adora’s heavy breathing was somewhere between concerning and hot to her. Signalled by another aggressive rumble at the base of her belly, Catra knew that, like Adora, sitting down wasn’t an option any longer. Staying where she was would only ruin the nice material of Adora’s chair. Despite herself, she smiled ruefully at the idea if this pristine seat being subject to one of her explosive dumps. That would not go well. So she got to her feet slowly and joined her friend in the centre of the room.
“Remember the last time I pooped myself?” Adora said.
“The one a few days ago?”
“No, silly. The last actual accident, in public”.
Catra did remember- she remembered very well. Almost every detail was etched in her mind because she sometimes thought about it late at night when she couldn’t sleep- not that she would ever tell Adora that. It had been on the walk home from a long training expedition. Adora had thought she could hold it and been proved wrong just a few minutes from safety.
“I remember,” Catra said finally, smiling.
“Well, do you remember what I said to you just a few minutes before it... happened?”
“You said you could feel it sliding out of you and you couldn’t stop it. You told me it was like trying to grab onto an eel”. Adora nodded. The memory was still fresh for her too. “And that’s how you feel now?” Catra guessed.
“If the bathroom doesn’t open soon the same thing is going to happen again,” she said.
Catra took two steps closer to the gorgeous woman. She wasn’t used to being in the role of comforter, of calming presence in the friendship. Adora had gotten her out of countless bathroom-related scrapes, and the few times Catra was needed to repay the favour, she usually failed. Well, not today.
She took Adora’s slim fingers in her own, taking in how pure and clean they were. They smelt like soap and lavender.
Adora’s eyes were wet with panic, but the sparkle was still there, even if you had to look a little deeper. Catra, by contrast, felt oddly calm. Perhaps it was because she was more used to being desperate, or perhaps having accidents had just ceased to be a big deal for her after so many experiences. Maybe her instincts just knew that she needed to be the level-headed one while her friend could not.
“Adora, it’s okay,” she insisted, “don’t worry about it. I shit myself all the time and you still love me”.
Adora sniffled a little and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
“It’s just so bad,” she whimpered, shuffling on the spot. Another low, thunderous fart ripped out, and Catra silenced Adora’s unnecessary apologies.
“I know, Adora, I know. I can’t hold it much longer either”. An idea came to Catra then, something that might be the only way to resolve their predicament. “Let me check the hallway. The bathroom might be open by now!”
“But what if it isn’t?” Adora asked. Catra looked back at her for a second, taking in once again how incredible she looked at this early-morning, intimate time. She thought about her answer for a very long time.
“Then we poop ourselves,” she said bluntly, “but at least we do it together”.
Behind the worried expression, Catra thought she almost caught a hint of a smile.
“Together?” Adora said, moving closer. They were near enough now that she could smell Catra’s breath. It was hot, with a tinge of spearmint. “I can live with that”.
There, standing a foot from the woman she had called her best friend for so long, something instinctive took over Catra. It was deeper than the subconscious, maybe, but it rose up inside her, a Phoenix climbing.
Before her better judgement could stop her, Catra placed a shaky hand on Adora’s left hip. The blonde girl looked back at her, and the gaze said everything. It wasn’t just permission. It was more like the visual equivalent of the word please.
Catra leaned in and closed her eyes, and her lips instantly found Adora’s. They were softer than she had imagined, warmer than she had guessed. But it was all very real, and that was all she needed. That hand snuck up, up to the waist, brushing past the side of her full breast and towards the long blonde mane that she’d loved for years.
She almost squealed in delight when she detected Adora returning the kiss, subtly at first and then with more confidence. It was like they’d been transported out of their bodies, the curse of desperate bowels temporarily lifted, given license to enjoy this moment while it lasted. The kiss went on for a very long time.
Suddenly, Catra farted again, and the spell was broken. They broke apart, both girls fighting the bizarre urge to laugh. Catra reached around and felt the back of her pants- definitely squishier and warmer than before.
“Wow,” she breathed, “you literally just kissed the shit out of me”.
That did it. Adora cracked up, unable to keep a straight face in the emotional high of the unexpected kiss. She wiped her eyes again, and smiled warmly.
“That was nice, though,” she said sincerely, “thank you”.
Catra just winked at her. The kiss had bought something wet and sticky to her crotch. “We should do it again sometime,” she said, trying to sound seductive, “ready to check the bathroom?”
“Okay,” Adora said cautiously, “but whatever happens when you open that door, we’re a team, right?”
“Of course,” Catra nodded. “You know, I have a good feeling about this”. She placed her hand on the doorknob.
“You think it’s going to be open?”
“I think so. It has to be,” she willed.
“Well, I hope you’re right. But hurry, because I think it’s starting”.
Catra took a deep breath, spurred on by her friend’s newfound optimism. The kiss had changed everything. She turned the handle and opened the door just enough to see the bathroom. Adora watched on as her friend looked out, took it all in… then closed the door again suddenly.
“Well, we’re screwed,” Catra said.
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Adora understood all at once that she was losing the battle. When Catra broke the bad news, the effect was nearly instantaneous. Her exhausted cheeks started to forcefully relax, opening up and parting like a flower inside her leggings. The trembling in her legs was ceased abruptly. She looked up at Catra with those big, blue eyes, opened her mouth to speak and found that no words would come. Catra didn’t need to hear it. She knew what her friend was going through because she was experiencing the same thing herself.
It started, for Catra, with a steady stream of leakage. A hot, smooth bubble came spitting out of her tight ring, followed by another, and then a bigger one. Her stomach was begging her to give up, just about to overpower her. Even after the squelching sounds of her own wet farts, she could make out a deliciously audible crackle that she knew right away was coming from Adora’s ass. It was the familiar noise of a hard, dry log starting to emerge despite the best efforts of the woman it was emerging from. Catra could see the effort on that pale, beautiful face of trying to clench her cheeks closed once more. She still had one hand fiddling frantically with her butt as if there was anything she could do. Perhaps Adora even still really believed that she could hold on a bit longer. But Catra knew better.
Her little spurting sharts slowly morphed into one long, continuous flow. It sounded like a single gassy fart that would not let up. She looked Adora in the eyes and saw that in that instant they were both losing control together. A bulge was forming at the back of Adora’s leggings, turning the white a murky, lumpy brown. They were thin enough that Catra could make out the knobbly shape of the thick first log. It was slipping out accompanied with a sickening, churning noise radiating from the girl’s flat belly. She could smell it now, too, not the scent of farts that had filled the room but something far graver now- the odour of poop, both the powerful diarrhoea scent building in her underwear and the earthy tones of Adora’s solid log. The two mixed in the air to become even more potent.
“It’s happening!” Adora wailed. That first turd of hers was already almost out. As Catra watched, it broke away from her hole and nestled in the leggings, stretching the fabric out impatiently. The sheer weight of it caused her tight clothing to sag heavily.
Catra was hit with the overwhelming urge to push. Her stomach couldn’t take much more.
“I’m done,” she told Adora, defeat in her voice, “I can’t hold it any-“
She’d only gotten halfway through the word anymore when it happened; the final loss of control exploded out of her, lava into a sieve. It gurgled into her underwear in a volcano of hot mess, almost all at once. She must’ve lost a mug’s worth of shit in the first second- once that initial cork had been blown off the flow really began. Within moments she could feel it trickling down the back of her left thigh, running in the crack between her legs, saturating her panties. Adora’s second log was crowning just as Catra’s second wave started to spurt out. She was bent over, leaning one hand against the wall, giving her friend a clear view of the tent that protruded at least six inches behind her. Once the second turd emptied itself into her underwear, only making the bulge even bigger, Adora flicked her sweaty hair behind her shoulder and the movement stopped for a second. Her face was red with effort.
“I think I can hold the rest of it, but I don’t know how much longer,” she panted. Catra looked at her incredulously.
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re already crapping ourselves, Adora. Is there really any point hanging on to the rest of it? It’s only gonna cause us pain”.
“Point taken,” Adora sighed, and relaxed her shoulders. Almost immediately that bulge started growing again, staining the pristine leggings a darker, stronger brown as she did so. Catra, for her part, was still shitting an unsteady stream in her underpants, unable to even try and stop the flow. She was farting relentlessly between squirts, releasing the gas that had been pent up inside of her. It felt horrible and incredible at the same time.
Something fresh caught Catra’s eyes then: a wet patch was beginning to spread with violent speed across the front of the blonde woman’s jeans.
“Adora, you’re peeing!” she called out in warning. Adora looked down, swore and grabbed her crotch in a vague attempt to hold on, but after a moment she let it go and resigned herself to the fate of a double-accident.
After the fourth and longest log yet had found its place in Adora’s underwear, too solid and firm to mix with any of the other pieces, she let out one final, low fart and relaxed, empty at last. Catra squeezed to check if there was anything left in her bowels, but only a small near-liquid squirt of mush came out. The pain in her stomach was subsiding slowly. It looked as though the nightmare was over.
And yet had it been a nightmare? She certainly didn’t feel like she was particularly upset. In a way, watching Adora mess while doing the same herself had been somewhat enthralling, and she suspected she would find more than just poop if she inspected her panties later.
“I think I’m done,” Adora said finally.
“Me too,” said Catra, “at last”.
For a good few seconds they just stood there, staring at each other’s states. The kiss couldn’t be just forgotten, but for now Catra was content to look at her best friend, who somehow looked prettier than ever standing in filled pants. She whirled around to give Adora a perfect view of the ruin her panties were in, not to mention the rest of her clothes. Wet shit pooled on the ground below her. It would be a hell of cleaning up job.
Their competition had ended in disaster, but she wouldn’t have changed a second of it.
“So,” Adora said, taking a deep breath and summoning the nerve for an evil grin, “same again next week?” |
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Shweta’s car zoomed through the suburbs on the way to the Lilly’s party in the cool evening air. She was almost late, but fortunately she’d just managed to get her makeup and clothes looking just right in time for the party. The air brushed gently against her face from her open-topped car as she sped through the darkened streets, the last glimmers of the sun shining down upon her back from within the orange-purple sky.
Shweta had only been in the country for a few years; she and her parents were Indian immigrants that had moved when her father got a job at a higher position in the company, whilst she went to university. Although she was already fluent in English by the time she arrived, she had been worried that she wouldn’t be accepted, or that she wouldn’t make any friends, but fortunately that hadn’t been the case. Melissa and Lilly, two other university students, had been very accepting and nice towards her, and they became very fast friends. Lilly was from an upper-middle class background, and as such usually paid for stuff, but Melissa was much more independent and outgoing. Over time, Shweta found herself becoming more and more confident when she was around them, and she was immensely thankful for the opportunities that her parents and life had given her.
Whereas Shweta and Melissa had their own birthday parties, it was Lilly’s that everyone really looked forward too. Her house was gigantic (her parents had bought it for her), and had its own swimming pool, sound system and several guest bedrooms. It seemed like every other room had a giant TV in it, and outside was its own little bar setting and grill. Lilly’s hobby was cooking, and at her parties she’d often take the time to make food for everyone, both to show off her talents and make her friends and partygoers even happier. Alcohol was abundant, and it seemed like nearly every other student from the area would be invited. In truth, Shweta didn’t really know how to control her drinking, especially at parties and social occasions such as this. Her parents were very conservative, and she’d had to be very sneaky about bringing alcohol into her room when she was with one of her friends. But at parties, she could get as drunk as she wished, and often she perhaps went a little overboard. Another thing that Shweta enjoyed was seeing and flirting with all the boys. She’d had a few boyfriends in the past, but for some reason long-term relationships just hadn’t happened for her yet. She had her eye on a boy she knew would turn up at the party though; a tall dark-haired guy called Thomas who she’d talked to after a couple of lectures, discovering that his birthday was only a few days before hers. She knew that he was single, and she hoped that this would provide the perfect opportunity to flirt with him and see if she could go anywhere with him.
In the distance, Shweta could hear the vague sound of music and see flashing lights. Evidently the party had already begun. She hoped that she wouldn’t be the last one to arrive; she’d spent ages getting her clothes just right and doing her makeup.
As she arrived at the house, she was greeted by blaring music and several partygoers on the outside lawn. Looking around for somewhere to park, she eventually discovered a tight spot a short way down the road. She got out and flicked her hair back.
Shweta was slightly shorter than average, with long black hair and a light brown complexion. She was wearing a moderately thick layer of makeup, which was typical for her, and her form was squeezed into a red croptop and a pair of tight denim shorts, underneath which was a black thong. Shweta was actually a little overweight, especially compared to how slim Melissa and Lilly were, but it seemed that most of the fat had gone to her thighs and ass. Her breasts were decent, but nothing compared to how fat her ass was. It was absolutely massive, her large ponderous bubble butt barely contained behind her shorts, which were stretched to capacity. Although she’d never have Lilly’s prominent bouncing breasts, she could at least be happy that the other girls were a little jealous of her thicc booty.
As she walked towards the front door of the house, Shweta began to feel a little tingle inside her bladder that signalled she should probably use the toilet. She didn’t have a small bladder by any stretch, but neither was it particularly large. Instead, she found that she could simply hold for longer than most other girls; if it was a one-on-one bladder contest like at Melissa’s party earlier that year, she’d be certain to lose against a larger-than average bladder, but if it was just holding a full bladder for a long time, Shweta had a good chance of success. It wasn’t uncommon for her to go through an entire lecture desperate for the toilet, with a prominent bladder bulge down below her slightly chubby tummy, only for her to take her time and carefully make her way to the nearest bathroom whenever there was an opportunity. Since her childhood in India, she’d hated using toilets that were in any way dirty or unusual, and she especially hated squatting in places to pee. She’d only take a piss in the bushes or in a squat toilet if it were an absolute emergency. It was just something about feeling exposed that rubbed her up the wrong way.
She pushed aside the front door and immediately bumped into something tall and muscular. Gasping as a piece of fabric hit her in the eye, her arms flailed in the air and she tried not to fall over. Her arm grabbed onto something in her blind rush, and she felt her hand tighten onto something.
“Woah, sorry Shweta! I didn’t see you there,” came a guy’s voice.
Shweta rubbed the redness out of her eye and tried to look up, hoping her eyeliner wasn’t all smudged.
“Hey, if you wanted to feel my bicep you could’ve asked first,” the voice joked. Still bleary-eyed, Shweta realised that she was her hand had mistakenly grabbed Thomas’ bicep, his carefully-maintained black hair unmistakeable in the light of the room. Embarrassed, she retracted her arm and said “Hi,” as best she could whilst still trying to ignore the pain from where the fabric of Thomas’ shirt had touched her eye.
“Shweta! You’re here at last,” came a voice from down the hallway as Melissa ran towards her. The tall redhead was holding a bottle of beer in one hand, and she practically raced up to Shweta and hugged her, digging the beer into Shweta’s back. Despite the discomfort, Shweta managed to hug her back, the need to pee reminding itself of its presence as the two girls pressed themselves into each other.
“This is Thomas,” Melissa said, grabbing his arm. Thomas smiled and replied with “Yeah, we’ve met before a couple of times.”
Melissa’s eyes lit up with a particular kind of look.
“Ooh, I get it. I didn’t know you two were-“
“Uh, we’re not... anything...” Shweta blurted out, feeling the blood rush to her face.
“Hmm...” said Melissa sceptically. “Well anyway, Lilly’s at the pool out back. She’s gonna make food for everyone in a little while. Did you get her a present?”
“Yeah,” said Shweta, pulling out a hastily-wrapped bottle of champagne. She’d also brought her tickets for a concert for their favourite band, which was playing next month.
“Great! Okay, well I’m going to see what Sam’s up too. I’ll catch you later.” With that, Melissa strode off again, leaving Thomas and Shweta alone just inside the front door. They both looked at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before Shweta said “I better go and give Lilly her present.” Thomas nodded and said “Talk to you later.”
Whilst seeing Lilly on her birthday was very important, so was making sure to empty her bladder before she filled it back up again with alcohol. She’d been a bit embarrassed about admitting her need with Thomas there, and as such she hadn’t been able to ask Melissa for directions. Walking around, it seemed like the door to every room was identical, and she didn’t want to accidentally walk into a bedroom to find anyone is a compromising position. Eventually, she discovered a tiny room on the ground floor that contained a shower, toilet and sink. She suspected it wasn’t the master bathroom, but she wasn’t about to let this opportunity to relieve herself sink through her fingers.
She pulled the sliding door shut and went over to the toilet, spending maybe a minute trying to push her shorts down over her asscheeks. One of the consequences of wearing figure-hugging clothes was definitely trying to take them off when the need to relieve herself arose. Eventually however, she was successful, and she pulled her black thong to the side and sat down on the toilet. It was dreadfully uncomfortable; her colossal booty was squashed between the wall and side of the shower, and she had to press herself right up against the back of the toilet so her knee didn’t press up against the ice-cold side of the sink. The toilet seat was similarly freezing, and she shivered a tiny bit before it began to warm up from her body heat. After she felt comfortable enough, she managed to let her bladder empty.
From beneath her generous thighs came a muffled hissing, followed by the noise of a beam of urine spraying gently into the bowl below. It wasn’t a very powerful stream; if she had to guess her bladder might’ve been about sixty-percent full, and as such it only lasted thirty seconds before tapering off into a few drops. She got up, smudging the side of her ass against the wall, and wiped her dampened pussy with a tissue before flushing the toilet and washing her hands. Then she left the awkward bathroom and headed out to the pool to find Lilly.
Lilly was sitting in the shallow end of the illuminated pool with several girls who Shweta didn’t know. Her slim frame was shifting around in the water, laughing and giggling with the girls, all of which were wearing either bikinis, or had just gone in their bras and panties. Turning towards her, Lilly called her over.
“Oh hi Shweta! You want to come in?”
“Yeah, come in, the water’s lovely!” called another one of the girls.
Shweta rolled her eyes. She placed the bag of presents next to the pool and crossed her arms.
“Sorry to disappoint you Lilly, but I didn’t bring a towel.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’ve got loads spare,” replied Lilly. Shweta just sighed and began to strip down to her bra and thong, eliciting a few whistles from a few guys that were standing at the other side of the garden. “Nice ass!” she heard one called out to her, and she flicked her eyes in their direction and gave them a big smile. Then she realised that Thomas was standing with them, trying to ignore their antics, and she suddenly felt self-conscious again. She sank into the pool up to her neck, and felt the water grace the bottom of her hair.
“Oh, I should introduce you. These are some of the girls from the local area; this is Helen, Katherine, Tanya...”
As Lilly introduced the rest of the girls in the pool with her blonde hair flicking beads of water every time she turned her head, Shweta felt more and more relaxed. She was totally going to enjoy this party, and definitely try and see if she could use the opportunity to get with Thomas. She picked a beer off the side of the pool and opened it. It didn’t taste particularly amazing, but she guessed that with so much booze Lilly had had to budget a little bit. Still, she drank the whole think and began to get engrossed in the others’ conversation. After showing Lilly her present and enjoying her jubilant reaction to the tickets, she noticed one of the girls, Helen, was seemingly a bit more tipsy than the rest of them.
“Oh my god, I just realised I have to pee,” said Helen after a little while.
“Do you want to, like, pee in the pool?” replied Katherine jokingly.
“No, don’t pee in my pool. Use the toilet,” said Lilly, but her voice was drowned out by laughs and giggles from the other girls as Helen described how she was “like, totally bursting”. Shweta really hoped she didn’t pee in the pool, she didn’t fancy relaxing in somebody else’s waste.
After bouncing around a little bit to the amusement of the other girls, and Lilly’s displeasure, Helen said “Should I pee on the lawn? Would that be like, really naughty?” The other girls laughed again. Slowly, Helen clambered out and sat on the grass, with her feet just hovering over the pool near Shweta’s head.
“Okay, I’m gonna pee,” Helen whispered, giggling.
“Do it,” said Tanya, grinning at the mischievous deed. From below where Helen was sitting, an almost imperceptible hissing noise signalled that she was indeed relieving herself. She threw her head back and moaned.
“Ohhh, that feels so good. I was desperate,” she said. The hissing went on for a minute, then she quickly picked herself up and plopped back into the pool. Looking over the edge of the pool to where Helen had been sitting, she could see a small amount of frothing liquid glinting in the light, being rapidly absorbed in the soil. The acrid stench of piss hung in the air next to her.
“Your piss smells like beer,” said Lilly with a cheeky grin.
“Oh, I really needed that. My bladder was gonna burst, for real.”
As they sat and drank more and more, Shweta began to feel a bit of a need to pee herself. After Tanya resolved to leave the pool and look for a toilet, Lilly decided that she was going to get out, and the others agreed to follow her. Having been handed a towel, Shweta began to dry herself in a corner away from the other girls. She was feeling a little self-conscious about drying herself with only her bra and thong protecting her modesty. Although she’d had a fair amount to drink already, she was still only a bit tipsy, though that was sure to change before the end of the night. The coldness of the air on her skin made her feel the urge to pee even more. She could still hold it, but she was getting a little desperate. She only hoped the other girls like Helen or Katherine would be finished with the small one she’d found earlier.
After dressing herself and making sure her makeup hadn’t been too badly messed up by any rogue splashes from the pool, she pulled herself out of the shadows and headed in search of the hall where she’d discovered the bathroom.
“Hey, Shweta?” she turned to find Thomas behind her.
“Yes?” she said. She hoped she didn’t sound to aggressive, perhaps the alcohol was making her a bit less perceptive about her actions than usual.
“I saw the way you looked at me earlier. I just wanted to say... I think you’re really cute.”
“Oh... Actually, I kinda think you’re really cute as well.” Shweta’s heart fluttered as she said it.
“I wanted to know if you and me could go with each other for the rest of the party? And maybe I could take you out to a restaurant or something sometime?”
“I – I’d love that.”
“Great!” Thomas smiled. Ignoring her increasing need for the toilet, Shweta wrapped herself around his arm and they went to find someplace to sit with each other. After walking throughout the house, they eventually found a large sofa in an empty room and sat down together. They both cracked open a beer each, and although the alcohol was starting to impact Shweta a little bit, Thomas didn’t seem like it was affecting him yet.
“Remember after that lecture, when your car broke down and you were late for the bus?” said Thomas, looking into Shweta’s eyes.
“Oh yeah.” Shweta neglected to mention that her car had never broken down and she had never been late for a bus; she’d been trying to get away because she was worried that somebody would notice the quantities of piss that had been discreetly squirting down the inside of her legs for the past twenty minutes.
“Well, from the moment I saw you, I actually thought you were absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t really have the opportunity to tell you...”
“I thought the same way about you, Thomas.”
“Really? I wondered, because you ran off so fast that maybe you were making excuses or-“
“No, that was because I was desperate to... get on the bus in time.” Shweta almost told him the truth, but kept her lips sealed at the last second, when she remembered her white lie.
“Well, anyway. I’m so glad you feel the same way that I do about you,” Thomas said, his face getting closer to hers. “It was just you looked so awkward, I felt like I was being weird or something.”
From within her insides, Shweta felt a significantly strong pull telling her that she needed to get to the bathroom, fast. But she was just enjoying sitting next to Thomas, loving his company and feeling his breath on her cheek. The alcohol was reducing her ability to determine just how full her bladder really was.
“Can we talk about something else?” she said, gritting her teeth and moving about in the chair. Her hands edged closer to the inside of her thighs.
“Uh, yeah sure. What do you want to talk about?” Thomas said, surprised. He wrapped an arm around Shweta as she pushed herself up against him, her bladder cramping as she felt his body against hers.
“Why don’t you talk about yourself, T?” she said, her dreamy eyes gazing into his.
“Myself? Well, I guess I...” and Thomas started talking. He was obviously trying to engage Shweta, but she wasn’t really interested in talking about herself. She was just perfectly contented to sit there, basking in his soft body heat, feeling his powerful muscles protecting her from the muffled noises of the party outside the room. Her eyes were half-open, her mouth imagining the sorts of things she’d let him do to her. Slowly, her hands began to creep over his body, feeling his strong arms, his perfect abs, and reaching down...
Suddenly, a spike of pain rang out through her, and she quickly jumped her arm out from his pants to grasp her pussy, as a tiny drip of urine soaked through her thong and heated the area around her pussy.
“Woah, you alright?” Thomas said, his speech a little slurred from all the beer they’d been drinking.
“Yeah,” Shweta said, trying to relax back into her normal position. But something was bugging her, making her active, making her bounce around in her seat. She wasn’t completely drunk yet, but her mental agility had been impaired just enough for her to start to not notice things – things such as the urine that had began to drip down out of her clenched urethra and into her shorts.
“T... I want you. Let’s go somewhere...” she said, pulling herself out of the seat.
“Sure,” he whispered. She grabbed him by the hand and began to pull him towards the nearest bedroom. She was hot and bothered; she needed him badly. She wanted him to please her, to thrust himself inside her, to ravage her body in every way he knew how.
As soon as they slipped into the room, Thomas shut the door and flicked the lock on it, before pressing Shweta against it and slipping a hand down her shorts, pressing it against her pussy. Her mind went wild with pleasure as he did so; she’d never been more desperate for a guy in all her life.
“Holy shit, you’re wet.”
Shweta nodded quickly. “Please, fuck me. I want you inside of me. Please, I need you.”
“No, I mean, Shweta, your pants are fucking soaked.”
As soon as he said the word “soaked”, Shweta felt another surge of tension in her urethral area, and her crotch felt very hot and wet again all of a sudden. She managed to clinch it off, but Thomas pulled his hand out of her shorts. It was glistening with liquid. He put it his face and sniffed it. “That’s fucking piss,” he said, his voice slurred. “Shweta – do you need to go to the toilet?”
At the word toilet, another hot feeling entered Shweta’s thong.
“Please... I just want to fuck you.” At that, Thomas suddenly looked deep into her eyes, and then he moved in and began to kiss her, pulling her face up to his as they made out pressed up against the door. She pressed her hands up against his chest, before slowly she sank her body down until she was kneeling on the floor. Quickly, he began to undo his fly, and she grasped his erect cock in her hands as she prepared to put it in her mouth. She tried desperately to ignore the painful thrum of her bladder, but kneeling in that position, with her legs slightly separated, was absolutely wrecking her control.
Within less than a minute of playing with Thomas’ cock, she stopped, trying to control herself. But this time, it was something worse than a squirt. A loud hissing noise came from her crotch as she sunk both hands against her pussy through the fabric.
“Shweta... what’s wrong?”
Shweta couldn’t respond. A puddle of dark yellow piss was spreading out from where she was kneeling in front of him. Her eyes were closed; the relief was incredible, like she was meant to do this. As she pissed her pants, the urine puddle grew and grew until it was assaulting Thomas’ shoes.
“What the fuck? Shweta, did you fucking piss? Did you... we gotta get you to a toilet...” Thomas’ voice said, breaking through Shweta’s piss meditation and suddenly make her panic. Did she really just piss in front of the cutest boy in her university?
With Shweta in a state of shock having cut off her piss stream, Thomas shoved his cock back into his trousers and grabbed Shweta by her soaking wet hand, pulling her out of the room and leaving a significant puddle of strong-smelling piss on the wooden floor behind. They pushed their way past the drunken partygoers and towards the bathroom as fast as possible, Thomas drunkenly stumbling but dragging a stunned Shweta behind him.
When they arrived at the bathroom, Thomas looked at the door and said “Shit... It’s occupied. Stay right there... I’m gonna get... a bottle for... the piss.” Then he shoved her onto the toilet and ran out of the bathroom.
As soon as her ass hit the toilet, Shweta relaxed. She had made it. Her bladder, tired and abused, began to relax. Feeling the urine leave her body was sheer bliss, feeling the soft leather seat of the toilet envelop her, moving her legs and spreading them wide open as she enjoyed every second. The only sound was the strange sounds of the party, and the hissing of her urine as it hit the soft fabric of the toilet bowl, filling all around her, her entire lower body and legs warmed by the tremendous relief of her mighty piss. Then there was the ‘thump thump’ of her urine, as it dripped onto the wooden bottom in front of the toilet, the ‘thumps’ increasing in frequency until there was a solid sound of piss being released onto the... floor?
“Shweta... you pissed yourself.”
Huh?
Shweta tried to look up, to see Thomas running towards holding an empty cup.
“No... I made it to the toilet... look,” she said, pointing to the door of the bathroom just as Melissa exited.
“Shweta, what the fuck? You fucking pissed yourself!” came Melissa’s voice, the sound that Shweta heard distorted by the alcohol.
“No I didn’t, I...” Shweta suddenly realised that she wasn’t sitting on the toilet. In fact, she was sitting on a leather chair in the hallway, a chair that was absolutely soaked with pungent urine, to the extent that a puddle was surrounding it to the diameter of at least a metre. Her entire lower body felt wet, and the heat of before was rapidly becoming a cold dampness. The increasingly unpleasant feeling was rather sobering, and Shweta suddenly had an inkling of her situation.
Before she knew it, Melissa had thrown a towel to Thomas and pulled her into the bathroom, leaving him outside to deal with the puddle. Quickly, Melissa began to strip Shweta of her clothes. Shweta was too drunk to be embarrassed; besides, she knew she could trust Melissa to do the right thing. She felt a shiver rise up her spine as her soaked shorts were wrung out over the shower floor, before Melissa placed them in the sink and ran the cold tap over them. Then, before she could say anything, Shweta was pushed into the shower as cold water poured over her. She shrieked a little at first, but the sticky urine being washed away was another feeling of relief. She felt herself slowly rise out of her drunken stupor, flicking her eyes open and closed as Melissa tended to her soaked clothes.
Before too long, Melissa turned the tap off and pulled Shweta out of the shower. She dried Shweta’s body as she stood there dumbly, before redressing her.
“I can’t dry your shorts, but I guess they won’t stink of urine anymore.”
“Thank... you...” Shweta mumbled, putting her shorts back on whilst Melissa stabilised her. She pulled her top back on, as well as her boots which Melissa had emptied of piss, and they slowly opened the bathroom door to avoid attention. Thomas was outside, hap-hazardly trying to soak up the urine with the over-saturated towel.
Melissa turned to her and said “I’m not sure you’re up to much more partying tonight. I think you should get a lift home.”
“No... I’m fine... I’ll be fine...” Shweta tried to protest, despite evidence of her accident clear as day next to Thomas’ feet.
“I’m calling a cab to get you home,” Melissa said, taking out her phone.
“No,” interjected Thomas. “Too many cars outside... a cab won’t get anywhere near here. I’ll take her in my car.”
“You’re too drunk to drive,” scorned Melissa. “I guess Shweta will just have to stay here for the time being. Come on, let’s get you some food; Lilly’s cooking something on the barbecue.” With Thomas and Shweta following, they left the hallway outside the bathroom and headed outside, where several dozen people were clustered around Lilly, who was moving backwards and forwards over a grill and handing out stuff to people. Melissa led her up to the grill, and with Shweta leaning on Thomas, they got some burgers each. But before they could find somewhere to sit, Lilly leaned over and said “Hey, try this expensive cheese that Katherine got me. I’ll put some on your burgers for you.”
Melissa turned to Shweta. “You want some?”
Shweta tried to say something, but all she could think of was “Yeah sure.”
As Lilly expertly assembled their food, Thomas turned to Shweta and said “I thought you were lactose-intolerant?”
“Only a little bit. Some sorts of stuff... set it off really really bad... I get like... diarrhoea... but this should be fine. I’ll only have a little bit...”
Thomas looked at her sceptically, but nonetheless they got their cheeseburgers and found a place to sit next to a hedge on the edge of the garden, in amongst a load of other women. They were chatting with each other, and when Shweta arrived, they cheered.
“We were wondering where you went,” said Tanya from the middle of the group.
“We thought you’d have gone home early. I’m glad you didn’t bail on us.”
Shweta was happy at being accepted so easily. They sat down and began to tuck in.
“So what was I saying? Oh yeah, so the most desperate I ever was was when I got arrested by this policewoman,” said a woman from next to Tanya. “I was so bursting for a piss that she thought I was drunk-driving.” There was a bit of friendly laughter from the rest of the girls.
“Did she take you to the station?” one of them said.
“No, but after the breathalyzer, I was too bursting to sit back in the car, so I just ran to the ditch next to the road, pulled my jeans down and started pissing away.”
“What did the policewoman do?” Katherine asked.
“Well, I was about halfway through my piss when suddenly the policewoman jumped into the ditch with me and said ‘I’m sorry, that’s driving me nuts’, then she just squatted down and began to piss as well. It was insane; I’ve never seen anyone piss that much, ever. It was like watching a racehorse pissing. And her piss was dark yellow; like extremely dark, almost orange. That’s my pee story anyway.”
“Oh, I’ve got one,” chirped a small Asian girl. “One time at work I was bursting for the loo, and I mean totally bursting. I was about five seconds away from peeing all over my chair. There was absolutely no way on earth that I was ever going to be able to make it to the toilet in time.”
“What did you do?”
“I grabbed my empty coffee cup and shoved it between my legs literally as the pee began to come out. I didn’t spill a drop. Anyway I managed to fill it up pretty fast, which is weird because I actually have kinda a small bladder. So I clench my stream off and put the cup back on my desk with the cap on, so nobody will smell my piss, and raced off to the bathroom to finish having a pee. You want to know the weirdest thing about my story?”
“What? Tell us!”
“When I got back, the coffee pot was gone. No idea who took it. If anybody drank from it by accident they didn’t say. Yeah, it was just weird. People don’t normally steal my coffee; it just happened to be on that particular day. Or maybe it disappeared of its own accord, who knows?”
“What about you?” one of the women turned to Thomas. “Do you have any guy stories about needing to pee?” A few girls giggled.
“Well, not myself in fact. But one time, I’m doing it with this blonde chick. I’m on top of her and she’s moaning like crazy. So we cum at the same time, and I just as I do, I feel this liquid spraying all over my dick and legs and chest and... everywhere.” Lots of the women were eying him up; Shweta kept an arm locked tightly around him to fend them off.
“Did she squirt? Isn’t that’s what squirting is? Just peeing?” asked a girl from the back.
“No, that’s not true. Squirt-juice is sticky, pee is just like, wet,” interrupted another woman.
“Nah, this way way too much for a squirt. She kept going on and on. It was nuts; we were both absolutely soaked to the bone, and the bed was almost ruined.”
“Go on...”
“Well, it turns out that she got off by holding her pee in, and she hadn’t gone for over twenty-four hours since beforehand. Want to guess how long she was pissing for when she came?”
Tanya smiled “I guess maybe two minutes? One minute and a half?”
“Nope.” Thomas grinned.
“Three minutes!” said the girl who’d had the experience with the policewoman.
“More.”
“Eight minutes?” said Katherine curiously.
“Ehh, too far. Four-minutes and forty-seven seconds to be precise. And it wasn’t like she was just dripping or squirting or anything like that; it was like full-on powerhose for the entire time.”
Some of the women started almost cheering; evidently them talking about their bladder trials and experiences. Shweta began to feel a bit nervous due to the size of her own bladder; her strong bladder and willpower was no match for the sheer size that some of these women were describing. And more and more, she began to feel another strange pull at her stomach. She finished off the delicious cheeseburger and let out a quiet burp, trying to allow the food to settle a bit. In truth, Shweta hoped the unusual cheese wouldn’t do too much damage to her stomach. Normally, a bit of cheese would just cause her a couple of stomach cramps later that night, and a large amount of really strong cheese would cause her stomach bloating and diarrhoea. Very rarely, she’d ingest something was particularly disagreeable, and her bowels would release themselves violently for a short while before calming down. The fact that the cheese was having an effect so quickly after eating it was not giving her much confidence, but she hoped that it was just because she’d eaten it too fast, and that the strangle cramps and increasingly frequent gurgling noises would dissipate on their own.
Over time, more and more women came forward with the various different situations in which they’d all found themselves in. At various points, Shweta considered joining in and telling them about all the times she’d accidentally pissed her pants, or had been forced to use inadequate facilities. She recalled in her mind the time she’d wet herself at the cinema, or when she’d had a diarrhoea-related incident in the toilet at a roadside gas station, that had covered the walls and floor of the toilet with dark brown, syrupy shit. The more she thought about all the times she’d had diarrhoea in the past, the more her stomach gurgled, making strange rumbles and moans. She began to feel like she needed to use the toilet, but the other women (and Thomas) were so engrossed in telling their drunken stories that she didn’t want to leave.
Over time, her need got worse and worse however. It was no longer a gentle tug; it was a feeling that her guts were full of something that desperately needed to get out. She started to feel sick, worrying about if the cheese and alcohol was rapidly becoming a bad combination that would result in a humiliating accident at her friend’s birthday party. Every other moment she would tell herself ‘come on, just pluck up the courage and tell them you’re going to the bathroom’. But she couldn’t stop listening to all the assorted stories.
Then her guts gave a massive heave, and she knew right then that she had to go to the toilet, regardless of what these women were talking about or how interesting their stories were.
“Sorry... I kinda.... have to go take a pee... I’ll be back soon,” said Shweta, turning around before anyone could entice her back into the conversation.
“Do you want me to come with you?” asked Thomas.
“No, I’ll be fine.” She was just about to walk off when she heard “Wait!” coming from one of the other women.
“I’m coming with you. I haven’t pissed in ages,” said Lilly, hoping up and cradling her abdomen. A rather large bladder bulge was easily visible and distinctive against her short frame. ‘Damn it’ thought Shweta to herself. She couldn’t exactly turn down the birthday girl to come with her, especially if she was only ‘taking a pee’.
As they walked away, Lilly turned to her “I heard that you had a bit of an accident earlier?”
Shweta was shocked. “No, no, that’s not true; I mean... who told you?”
“Melissa. I guess she figured it was in your own best interest. I just want to say that if you have anything like that happen again, I make sure that you get home whenever is best, and that you’re welcome to stay here whilst you nurse the hangover you’re gonna have.”
“Thanks, Lilly... You’re the best.” Shweta felt a bit like crying. Clearly the alcohol she’d drunken with the cheeseburger was influencing her. She’d managed to throw off the worst of her drunkenness after her shower, but the alcohol she’d drunken afterwards was quickly putting her back in the silly state she’d been in when she peed all over herself and the chair.
They walked slowly into the house, but rather than taking the bathroom on the ground floor, Lilly directed her upwards to the first floor. As they were walking up the stairs, Shweta’s bowels gave another leap, and she clutched her stomach, grunting in pain. The need to shit was becoming extremely urgent; she considered telling Lilly there and then how close she was to an accident, but she once again she was a bit too nervous to admit it. Having to release a trickle of wee was one thing, having a massive diarrhoea explosion was quite another. The alcohol was getting more and more influential over her body, and she began to lose control of her senses again.
They finally got to an unassuming door that led onto another hallway.
“There, that’s the master bathroom,” said Lilly, pointing in the direction of the door at the far end. Shweta started hobbling towards it, but Lilly put a hand on her shoulder “Sorry, Shweta, do you mind if I go first? I really have been holding this for ages, and I’m pretty damn desperate.”
Whilst Shweta was becoming quickly bursting herself, she couldn’t deny that Lilly did look she really needed a gigantic piss. Her bladder bulge was massive, stretching her abdomen greatly. It occurred to Shweta that Lilly probably hadn’t taken a piss since before she even got in the pool, as she must’ve gone directly from the pool to setting the grill up and serving people burgers. She looked extremely desperate, way more visibly desperate than Shweta was, despite her bowel emergency. Shweta had no choice; she couldn’t risk letting Lilly piss her pants on her own birthday, especially if she didn’t know how long her diarrhoea might take. She could be in there for an hour, or less than five minutes; she really had no clue how bad here diarrhoea might be, only that it was coming out sooner rather than later, thanks the exotic cheese and all the alcohol she’d drunken.
Lilly hobbled into the bathroom and shut the door. To stabilise herself, Shweta pressed herself up against the wall next to the door, groaning in quiet desperation as she tried her hardest not to poop herself. The urge was getting worse and worse, she felt like she could shit herself at the slightest provocation. Her bowels felt like they would violently eject their contents at any time, like a giant tube of toothpaste waiting to be stamped on. Her stomach was in a state of constant flux, gurgling and making other noises that were both disgusting and ominous. It wouldn’t be long before the poop would come surging out; she could only hope it was in the toilet. That was her whole focus in her drunken state; get-to-the-toilet, or at the very least, don’t shit in her pants. In the quiet of the hall, she was incapable of thinking about anything else.
From within the bathroom, Shweta heard the sounds of liquid furious spraying into water. It was powerful; evidently Lilly was capable of a real power-piss, despite her short height. It just went on, and on, and on, with no sign of stopping. Shweta was becoming truly desperate. She feared for her shorts and her reputation; she’d narrowly avoided the destruction of both from her pissing catastrophe earlier, but if Lilly left the bathroom to see Shweta standing there with her thong full of shit, there would be no going back, although admittedly if there was anyone that Shweta could stand seeing her have an accident, it would be either Melissa or Lilly.
After what felt like an age, Lilly’s bladder ran dry. But there was no noise from the other side of the door, nothing except a delicate grunt and the muffled sound of somebody moving around on top of the toilet seat. Then Shweta’s guts surged again, and this time, she felt something go down, contained only by her anus. She clenched as hard as she could, and her eyes went wide. This was it, it was happening.
She pounded on the door as fast as she could.
“Lilly! Get... out now! I’m gonna have an accident!”
From the other side, she heard a “Oh shit, sorry Shweta! I’m taking a dump! I’ll be like five minutes, tops!” But Shweta didn’t have five minutes, or one minute, or even a second. At that very moment, her anus opened, and her bowels released. There was only one thing she could do to mitigate disaster.
There was a loud ripping noise as Shweta grabbed her denim shorts and thong and wrenched them to the side, the fabric ripping slightly in places due to the strength with which she pulled them out of the way of disaster. Not even a second later, her anus was forced open by an enormous shit, easily the length and size of a cucumber. It pushed her colossal asscheeks aside, narrowly avoiding soiling her thong and shorts, before rapidly ejecting onto the floor with a wet ‘flump’. She stood there for a second, holding her shorts and thong with one hand, the other holding onto her abdomen, and then the real nightmare began.
Soft-solid diarrhoea blasted out of from between her cheeks with tremendous fury. Due to the angle at which she was standing, rather than flowing out behind her, it was just projected directly downwards, splashing her feet and lower legs with a monsoon of poop. Behind the liquid was an eruption of heavy shit that splattered onto the floor in wet blasts of half-digested cheeseburger. More and more of it just came out of her, thick logs of oily poop being sharted onto the floor, splashing shit all over the place. Finally, her bowels gave an enormous heave, and a never-ending spray of mostly solid shit thundered onto the ground between her legs.
Shweta’s face was as pale as it could possibly go. She had failed. In her drunkenness, she had gone and taken a dump of apparently unrivalled proportions all over the floor outside Lilly’s bathroom. She could feel the liquid shit running down the inside of her crack, and looking down she could see the true extent of her torrential catastrophe. The entire floor around her legs had been flooded with dark brown diarrhoea, a pile of loose soft-solid shit directly underneath her ass, covering her initial titanic log. The pile stretched in almost every direction away from her, the splattering of soft poop having sent it in all directions it could possibly go.
“Shweta, the toilet’s free,” came Lilly’s voice as the toilet flushed. “Wow, you won’t believe how big the shit I just took was. It was- what the fuck!”
Then Shweta burst into tears, the alcohol affecting everything except her desire to cry. Lilly grabbed her and held her in her arms, cradling her.
“You didn’t tell me you had to poop!” Lilly said. Shweta just sobbed even more, the obscene smell of her accident getting to her. When Lilly started coughing uncontrollably, she felt like she was going to be sick from humiliation. She let her stretched, somewhat-ripped shorts snap back into place, not caring about the wet shit between her buttocks anymore.
“You need to go home as fast as possible. Come on, we’ll get in my car. Let’s just hope I don’t get pulled over for a breathalyzer.”
Shweta was too drunk and too upset to argue. Leaving her horrifying accident in the hall, Lilly locked the door to that room and pulled Shweta out of the house before anyone could see her. They were just about to get into Lilly’s car when Thomas appeared.
“Hey, you were ages! I thought you’d passed out or something. Did you get to the toilet then?”
Shweta was in no mood to answer.
“Uh, yeah, sorry Thomas, she needs to go home,” replied Lilly on her behalf.
“Wait. I’m not just gonna leave her; you might need a hand getting her in and out of the car.”
Lilly couldn’t argue with that, but she simply said “Okay, but you need to keep a secret.” Thomas nodded. “Shweta’s had a bit of an accident, and she’s got really bad diarrhoea,” Lilly whispered, massively understating the horror that Shweta had left upstairs.
Getting Shweta into the backseat of Lilly’s car, Thomas hopped in next to her with Lilly driving. In the dark comfort of the leather seat, Shweta suddenly realised how drunk and tired she really was. She began to sink into a slumber, an aching feeling around her abdomen the only noticeable thing she could feel as she drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.
When she awoke again, the car had stopped moving, and she rubbed a bit of sleep from her eyes.
“Come on, I’ll take up to your apartment,” came a male voice from the seat beside her, as she realised she was looking at Thomas. She got up, staggering out of the car with Thomas practically carrying her up the stairs to her place. She unlocked the door, and, clutching the wall, pulled herself over to the bedroom. There, she collapsed on the bed, in a state between sleep and awareness. Lilly and Thomas were looking over at her from inside the door.
“Okay, I think we’re gonna head off. I’ll see you soon, I guess,” said Thomas.
“Good night Shweta. If you need anything, call me. I’ll be at the party for the rest of the night. See you,” said Lilly gently, before they shut the door leaving Shweta lying on the bed in the gloom. She could go straight to sleep, but there was one thing bothering her...
With a hiss, her bladder released itself, re-wetting her once-wet shorts that had so narrowly avoiding total destruction. The urine pooled on the sheets in a wide ring around her, trickling over her tummy and between her buttocks, and some streaming down her legs. The hot burning sensation tickled her lower half, and the hissing increased in power as she subconsciously pushed all of her urine out. She could feel it spraying against the fabric of her denim shorts, and she felt nothing but total and complete relaxation.
After several minutes, her bladder tapered off, and snug in the sheets of her own bed, she drifted off into a wild dream, about policewomen and coffee-cups and sex with Thomas.
The next morning, the bell to her apartment rang, and Shweta answered it, holding a bag of ice against her head. It was Lilly, Thomas and Melissa.
“Whu-what’s going on?”
“We just wanted to check on how you’re doing,” said Melissa.
“I’m... I’m fine, except for this fucking awful hangover,” Shweta replied.
“Well, actually we also came to tell you that everything’s okay,” said Thomas. “Nobody noticed the mess you made on the chair outside the bathroom. I just told them it was spilt beer. I guess everyone was too drunk to notice the smell.”
“Yeah, and me and Melissa cleaned up your... other accident,” said Lilly. “Nobody found out.”
“You mean... that wasn’t just a bad dream?”
“No, I’m afraid not,” Melissa smiled. “But everything’s okay in the end. Just as long as you don’t eat any more of that cheese.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t really know what you’re talking about,” said Shweta honestly. She had only the faintest memory of something about burgers, or a pool, or something.
Lilly turned to Melissa and smiled, before turning back to Shweta. “Oh, never mind then. Anyway, I think Thomas has something to say to you.”
Thomas stepped up as the other two began to walk back to their car. He came close to her and said “So, uh, are we still up for a date?”
“Definitely,” Shweta said, embracing him. Despite both of her accidents at the party, she couldn’t deny that she had had one success. Hugging him tightly, she smiled to herself. Score! |
Pacifica really didn’t know how she got herself into these things.
Since the Pines twins had returned to Gravity Falls for another amazing Summer, the young heiress had taken to sneaking out to the Mystery Shack whenever her parents went on one of their many business trips. She wanted to experience normal teenage past-times, like sleepovers and corny movie nights. Unfortunately, Dipper and Mabel Pines were pretty much the opposite of normal teenagers, and more often than not, she found herself being dragged on yet another monster hunt.
“So what are we looking for?”
“I’m not sure actually,” Dipper admitted, “but something is messing with the town water supply, and unless everyone wants to start bathing in squirrels, or that weird glowing lake in the woods, we need to figure out what that something is.”
“So now we get to hike all the way up to the reservoir, Yay.” Pacifica snarked as they left the Shack, “You realize it’s probably just a bird or something caught in the pipe, right?”
“A bird wouldn’t make the water flow uphill to the reservoir.” Dipper retorted. “It’s either a gravity anomaly left over from last year, or something with telekinetic control over water. Maybe something that can control gravity? Were there any tragic accidents at the site of the reservoir?...”
“Aaaand there he goes.” Pacifica knew from experience that Dipper was unreachable once he started theorizing like this. It was a good thing his rambling was so endearing….Wait, where had that come from?
Pacifica was jolted out of her minor existential crisis by a twinge from her bladder. Abruptly she realized she had not used the powder room before leaving on this hike. She wasn’t worried though, between her parent’s strict methods and their lavish, all day dinner parties, she was accustomed to holding it for long periods of time. She could handle this.
“When I come of age and buy all this land, the first thing I’m going to do is build rest stops!” Pacifica complained to herself. They had only been hiking for about an hour, but her need had grown much faster than she expected. “There must have been something diuretic in that concoction Mabel made earlier. Well, besides enough caffeine to kill a horse.” She shivered uncomfortably as her bladder complained yet again. “Make that two horses.”
Still, no matter how bad this got, she wasn’t going to make everyone turn around just because she needed a pee break (No, not needed. Happened to want) and she certainly wasn’t going to let anyone see her vulnerable. She was a Northwest, and her parents were right about one thing, Northwests weren’t weak.
Still, no one would notice if she crossed her legs a little bit, right?
“Oh boy, this is getting urgent. I don’t think I’ve had to go this bad since I was six!” “Are we almost there?” She asked Dipper. “I do have other things to do besides hunting a water wizard or whatever.”
“Well maybe if someone hadn’t spilled coffee and smile dip all over the map-”
“Oooh you think it might actually be a waterbender?” Asked the someone in question, “Remind me to show Paz that show when we get back.”
“Speaking of water, we’re out.” Dipper continued, “Since we were going in the wrong direction this whole time, we can swing by Greasy’s and get a refill.”
“I can work with that.” Pacifica thought. “Sure, it’s not the highest quality place in the world, but the bathrooms can’t be that bad.”
“Nope! Nope nope nope.”
They were that bad.
One entirely too long conversation with Lazy Susan later, a still unrelieved Pacifica was climbing up a steep trail towards the Gravity Falls reservoir. By this point, every step was jostling her bladder, and the water she could hear from a nearby stream wasn’t helping matters-especially when Dipper insisted on stopping at it.
“You see this? This natural stream isn’t being drained. Whatever this is, it’s got beef with the town specifically.”
“I’d have beef with the town too if I lived at the reservoir.” Mabel piped up, “All those humans stealing my water just to take baths and flush toilets.”
“Did you have to mention toilets?”
“C’mon guys, we can follow this stream to the reservoir. Just a few more switchbacks!”
“It’s all right Pacifica, you can hold it. Just think of something that’s not liquid.”
“Travel song! 99 Bottles of Pitt on the wall, 99 bottles of Pitt!”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally crowned the last hill and reached the reservoir. The area in front of the outlet pipe was completely dried up, a massive wall of water partitioning it from the rest of the pool like Moses himself was standing on the shore. Beyond that, frolicking in the overfull lake were-
“Are those unicorns?” Mabel asked with uncharacteristic disgust.
“They’re Nokks.” Dipper corrected in a hushed voice, “Water spirits that look like horses! These things are so rare, even Great Uncle Ford has never seen one! Why would they show up now?”
As they watched, the Nokks gathered near the mouth of the stream. Water flowed unnaturally into a large mass, seemingly held together by sheer force of will. The bubble swelled, then burst (Pacifica stiffened at the sound) to reveal a smaller Nokk, which the adults quickly surrounded and helped to it’s feet.
“Amazing!” Dipper gushed. “They recalled the towns water because they needed it to reproduce!” He turned to his sister, only to realize too late exactly what reaction the foal had provoked.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT’S ADORABLE!”
Predictably, every single Nokk turned towards the source of the noise. Suddenly, they didn’t look so cute.
The wall of water collapsed, splattering water over all three kids, and nearly causing Pacifica to get even wetter. Dipper grabbed the girls and took off running at a faster speed than Pacifica thought he was physically capable of. They just barely caught sight of the Nokks charging before they sped into the nearby foliage.
“Come on Paz, run! Move those heavily insured legs!”
The trio scrambled through the woods around the reservoir, just barely keeping ahead of the furious Nokks. Dipper quickly veered in a different direction, trying to lure the Nokks away from the girls. Pacifica barely had time to register how chivalrous this was before Mabel suddenly grabbed her around the waist.
“What are you-”
“GRAPPLING HOOK!”
Pacifica yelped as they lifted from the ground. Mabel’s grappling hook snagged a tree branch, and they held each other for dear life as they swung to safety in the thicket, and watched anxiously as the herd of Nokks passed them by Throughout the entire chase Pacifica was too focused on running for her life to notice her bladder.
But now she remembered.
“Ahhh!”
Mabel whirled around to find Pacifica doubled over with her hand jammed between her thighs and an expression of mingled pain and fear on her face.
“Woah, you OK Paz?” Mabel’s eyes widened. “Wait, do you...do you need to pee?”
“I-” Pacifica clenched her teeth and twisted her legs together as another wave of urgency hit her. “Ok fine, yes I have to pee.” She snapped, “What do you want me to do about it?”
“That’s where I come in!” Mabel said proudly. “I’ve been an expert on peeing outside for like a week now!”
“Outside!?” Pacifica gasped. “N-no I can’t! What would my parents say?”
“What will they say if you wet yourself?” Mabel retorted. “I know it’s embarrassing, but I don’t think you have a choice.”
She was right of course. In this state, Pacifica didn’t think she could make it past the reservoir again, let alone back to the town.
“Thank goodness Dipper isn’t here.”
“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll sue you for slander.” She told Mabel seriously. “What do I do?”
“Well first you take off your-”
“I know that!”
“No, I mean take them all the way off. In case you...miss.”
“I’m not going to-fine. Don’t you dare look!”
“Don’t do it yet! I gotta show you the next step! You wanna thrust your hips forward, and then you grab your...” Mabel awkwardly mimed the required hand placement. Thankfully, her companion understood.
Mabel turned around as Pacifica stripped and took position in front of a tree. “Alright, now just….let go.”
Mabel expected her well off friend to have some trouble relaxing, but within 30 seconds, the telltale dribbling noise started, quickly gaining intensity and mingling with a quiet moan of relief.
“She must have been at her limit.” Mabel thought, “Which, judging from the sound, is a heck of a lot higher than mine.”
Then, Mabel heard another noise. There was something entering their clearing.
The Nokks were back.
“Paz, Paz!” Mabel whispered urgently, snapping the other girl out of her trance. “The horses are back! They’re following the sound! You gotta stop!”
“I can’t!” Pacifica gritted her teeth as her stream sputtered out for half a second, then burst to life again. She could hear the Nokk coming, it was probably less than 3 feet away. What kind of a Northwest was she? She and her friend were in mortal danger and she couldn’t even get her own body to cooperate!
“Honestly, that makes you a perfect Northwest." A voice in the back of her mind whispered cruelly.
"Shut up, me!"
With a final push of effort, the young heiress finally managed to shut off the flow. She and Mabel held their breath as she quickly redressed herself, ready to run if necessary. Slowly, the strange sound of the Nokk’s hoofbeats faded.
“Ok.” Mabel said, keeping her breathing steady, “Let’s double back around, and then we can find someplace else for you to-”
WHOOM
Mabel’s ears popped as a deluge of water enveloped her. Dimly, she realized that all the Nokks must have combined into one huge, sentient flood.
She hated it when monsters merged together.
Pacifica shrieked as the water tossed them back and forth, then tumbled them end over end. The two girls tried to swim to safety, but spontaneous whirlpools dragged them back down, draining their air reserves the more they struggled.
“I’m sorry, unfavorite stuffed animals.”
Abruptly, the girls were thrust to the surface of the wave, and jerked in a different direction as it changed course. Mabel peered through a film of water at a smudge ahead of them.
Wait, that smudge was Dipper,
riding a Nokk,
leading the entire amalgamated herd to the weird lake in the woods.
And Pacifica was just...staring at him.
“OOOOOOOOH!”
Mabel was jolted out of her internal squealing as the Nokks unceremoniously dumped them onto the shore of the lake. Immediately, she ran and high-fived her awesome brother. Pacifica looked no less happy to be alive, but hung back from physical contact, blushing.
“Shipshipshipshipshiiiip!”
“Wait, she’s not fidgeting anymore.”
“That was awesome Dipper!” Mabel said, rapidly changing the subject, “How did you tame it?”
Dipper shrugged. “Turns out they really like Cheese Boodles.”
Pacifica punched him in the arm. “You’re lucky we didn’t die, dipstick. When-no, if we do this again, I pick the activity, got it?”
With that, they headed back to the town. True to her word, Mabel didn’t mention the other source of the moisture on Pacifica’s clothes.
Edited September 18, 2020 by Useless Guy
Wanted to break the poor girl some more.
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This is my first attempt at omorashi writing, something I’ve been working on for a while now. It’s a pretty common/cliché scenario, but it’s one of my favorites, and I really enjoyed writing it.
It’s pretty lengthy since I like to get detailed when I write, something I always tend to do lol.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Kate’s Urgent Job Interview
Iced coffee in hand, Kate exited the Starbucks building and entered her car in the parking lot. Given the importance of the day and the considerable summer heat, she figured it was the perfect drink: the ice to cool her down and the caffeine to keep her alert for what lay ahead in the coming hours.
Today was the big day Kate had been waiting for for four years now. After she graduated from college at 23, she had begun her career as a financial analyst at her local bank. It was a great job, and she enjoyed it, but she was an ambitious woman, always wanting more. And so, eager to show her bosses that she had what it took to join them in the upper ranks, she had worked long and hard hours every day. It wasn’t long before her higher-ups took note of her natural charisma, talent, and dedication, so when the time came for the current branch manager — Kate’s boss, Melanie — to retire, they had called Kate to offer her an interview for the position, which she had eagerly accepted. It was her first promotion, and a big step-up, a step that she had every intention of taking. However, that all depended on today’s interview, so understandably she was quite nervous.
Back in the car, she set the drink in the cupholder, started the car, and glanced at the clock on the display, which read 9:30AM. Perfect, she thought, relieved. She had been worried that the long line at the coffee shop would have made her late, but she still had plenty of time to reach her destination. Backing out of the parking lot, Kate pulled out onto the main road and resumed her journey, causing the GPS to pipe up again. She had the route memorized, having visited the interview location the previous day, but she didn’t want to risk making a wrong turn and being late, so she had let the GPS run.
She sipped away at her cold drink as she slowed to a halt at a red light, her mind wandering rapidly. She had spent hours practicing for this meeting and ran through all the possible questions and the answers she had prepared to soothe her nerves. The drink helped to calm her stomach as well; it was the perfect amount of sweetness at just the right temperature, so she gulped away as she drove on.
Her worries about traffic problems had fortunately been unwarranted, and within ten minutes, she had arrived at the interview site, fifteen minutes early for her 10 o’clock appointment. Having parked the car, she turned off the engine and steeled herself for what lay ahead; taking a few deep breaths to calm her growing nerves, she muttered a few words of encouragement to herself before grabbing her files, handbag, and her now empty coffee cup and stepping out.
“Alright, here we go. You got this, Kate.” Locking the car, she walked towards the building entrance, throwing out her coffee cup in the trashcan nearby. She was able to see her reflection on the glass doors as she walked closer: an attractive 27-year-old woman wearing a short-sleeved white blouse tucked into her tight black bootcut business pants, which hugged her legs all the way down to her tall black high heels. Wow, I look pretty good, Kate thought, and suddenly felt her confidence rising. With a little smile on her face, she tucked her black hair behind her ears and headed inside the building.
She was immediately grateful for the A/C in the lobby within; it was a welcome relief from the outside heat, and she wouldn’t have to worry about going to the interview drenched in sweat. The lobby was empty save for the young receptionist sitting behind the counter — it was a Saturday after all. Kate walked towards her, her heels clicking on the white tiles.
The receptionist looked up from her computer at the sound and smiled at Kate. “Hello!” she said cheerily. “How can I help you?”
“Hi. I’m here for my interview with Mrs. Larson,” replied Kate, coming to a halt in front of the counter.
“Oh yes, of course. You must be Kate,” she said, to which Kate nodded affirmative. “Great! I’m Rebecca, by the way. Mrs. Larson will be with you in about fifteen minutes. You can wait out here in the meantime.” Rebecca gestured to the chairs lining the wall to the right. “There’s also water over there if you would like.” She pointed to several water bottles sitting on a table.
“Great, thanks Rebecca.” Kate gave her a quick smile and went to sit by the chairs. Grabbing one of the water bottles, she opened it and took some sips — she was thirsty despite the large iced coffee she’d just had. Wanting to keep her mind off her nervousness, she went through all her files to make sure everything was there and in order. Upon checking everything, she closed her eyes and once again rehearsed all the talking points she had practiced beforehand. By this point, she had rehearsed it so many times she could’ve recited it in her sleep, but it still helped to keep her nerves in control. She also found herself continuously sipping the water, mainly because it gave her hands something to do; plus, she figured it would be a good idea to stay hydrated, considering the day’s intense heat.
As she waited, she took in the details of the lobby in which she sat. It was a very modern building, with large windows by the entrance letting in the sunlight from outside, making the polished white tiles shine brightly. A set of comfortable-looking couches were placed on her left underneath the windows, facing a small table in the middle. On her right, behind Rebecca’s counter was a large fish tank, with all sorts of colorful fish swimming about within. She admired it for a while, watching the fish navigate through the water, then glanced at Rebecca, who was typing away on her keyboard. She was quite attractive, wearing a tight red business dress, her curly brown hair flowing down a little past her shoulders. Noticing Kate’s gaze, Rebecca flashed her a quick smile. “Sorry for the wait. Mrs. Larson just texted me saying she’ll come down here in a couple minutes.” Kate nodded and glanced at the clock, which read 9:55. Just five more minutes. Kate thought about Mrs. Larson. She had looked her up before coming — at 37 years of age, she was an important and high-ranking figure at this bank, which made Kate even more nervous. It was important she made the best impression possible, and for that this interview needed to be perfect.
Kate drank the last few sips from her water bottle and was about to get up to throw it out when she heard footsteps coming from the hallway to the right, and suddenly a blonde woman walked into the lobby. She looked very professional, wearing a black business suit with a tight black skirt and high heels. Even though Kate had never seen her before, she knew instantly that she was Mrs. Larson. Sure enough, the woman immediately saw Kate and walked towards her. “Hi, you must be Kate. I’m Jennifer Larson, I’ll be conducting your interview today, although I’m sure you already knew that.” Mrs. Larson extended her hand. Quickly getting up from her chair, Kate shook her hand and smiled brightly. “Yes, hello, Mrs. Larson, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!”
“The pleasure is mine. I’ve heard great things about you from Melanie; she says you’re one of the best workers she’s ever had!” Kate blushed at the compliment. Mrs. Larson gestured to the hallway. “Shall we? My office is this way.”
“Of course.” Kate picked up her belongings and followed Jennifer Larson down the hallway out of the lobby.
“You know, Melanie personally recommended you for her position before she retired,” Mrs. Larson continued as they walked. “If what she said about you was right, I think you would make an excellent branch manager.”
“Thank you, I sure hope so!” Kate replied, delighted that Mrs. Larson already had a good impression of her. She had to remember to thank her boss Melanie after this was all done.
“Well, now is your time to prove that,” Mrs. Larson said. They navigated through a few hallways and turns, until they reached an office at the far end of the building. “After you.” Mrs. Larson held the door open and gestured into the empty office. It was a very nice office, medium-sized, with the same white tiles from the lobby. On the back wall was a large glass window looking out to the back-parking lot, and sitting next to the left wall was Mrs. Larson’s desk, upon which lay several documents, a couple framed pictures, and her computer.
“Please, take a seat,” Mrs. Larson said, closing the door behind her. “Let’s get right into it, shall we?”
Kate seated herself behind the desk and set her documents on the table, while Mrs. Larson sat opposite her and began typing on her computer. “Alright, let me just get myself ready… ah yes, here we go. Ready to begin?” Mrs. Larson inquired. “Yes ma’am,” was Kate’s reply.
“Excellent. Now, as I’m sure you know, we’ve got quite a bit of things to discuss, so this will take about two to three hours.” Kate nodded. “Alright then. Oh, would you like some water before we start?” Mrs. Larson pointed out the water dispenser behind her.
“Yes, that’d be great,” Kate answered, nodding. Mrs. Larson filled up two large glasses full of water and handed one to Kate, who took a couple sips before setting it down. She was starting to get nervous again, but the cool water was soothing to drink.
Her nerves must’ve showed on her face because Mrs. Larson laced her fingers together and looked at her, giving her a warm smile. “Now, no need to be nervous, this is just a friendly meeting between two people, okay? I just want to get to know you better.” Kate nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright, let’s begin. Let’s start simple: why do you want this position?”
Kate had been prepared for this question, and after all those previous mental rehearsals, the words came to her mouth almost automatically. “Well, I’ve been working at this company for four years, ever since I graduated college, and I’ve been working really hard to stand out and…” The words began spilling out of her mouth, a little slow and choppy at first, but becoming smoother and more natural as she spoke. Although she had spent hours planning her answers beforehand, she did her best to make her response sound genuine and not rehearsed or robotic. As she spoke, Mrs. Larson nodded along and began taking notes on her computer.
And so the interview carried on, Mrs. Larson asking her questions, and Kate answering them, followed by Mrs. Larson’s notetaking. Her nerves soon began to settle, and Kate grew more confident in her responses. In between each question, she would take a large sip of her water, almost involuntarily; it helped her keep her throat from drying out, and provided her a pause to gather her thoughts. Before she knew it, she had completely emptied the glass, and it had hardly been fifteen minutes.
“Wow, you drank that fast,” Mrs. Larson mentioned, glancing at the empty glass. “Thirsty today, huh?”
“Little bit, yeah,” Kate agreed. “I think it’s the heat.”
“I know, can you believe this weather? These summers are becoming unbearable. Here, let me refill that for you.” Kate handed her the glass and Mrs. Larson held it under the tap and pressed the nozzle, causing the water to gush out and splash noisily into the glass. It was then that Kate suddenly felt a twinge in her bladder, and she realized that she had completely forgotten to use the bathroom before the interview. In fact, the last time she had gone was back home this morning before she had left her house a couple hours earlier. She suddenly remembered the iced coffee and all the water she had drunk before. It’s fine, she thought. It’s not that bad anyway, I’ll get through fine. The signals from her bladder were weak, and she hardly felt it, so without much more thought on the matter, she put it out of her mind.
“Here you go.” Mrs. Larson handed her the refilled glass of water. “Alright, now, let’s see… why do you think you would make a good branch manager?”
Kate cleared her throat. “Well, I have many leadership qualities that are necessary for holding a position like this. I also have lots of experience having managed large groups of people and organizing events back when I was in college.” She proceeded to list out the many student organizations that she had been part of, and even a couple she had founded herself. Mrs. Larson nodded with approval, much to Kate’s happiness, and jotted down her notes. Kate was really starting to become engaged in the conversation, and found herself talking with newfound enthusiasm, encouraged by Mrs. Larson’s positive reactions.
She took another sip of water, although now she was trying to limit her water intake, so that Mrs. Larson wouldn’t have to fill her glass for a third time. On the other hand, the signals from her bladder were becoming more frequent now, and she didn’t want to put even more liquid in her body, knowing it would be over two hours before she would have access to a restroom.
She found herself looking at the framed pictures on the desk. One was a picture of a young girl, probably around eight years old, and the other was the same girl standing with a slightly younger looking Mrs. Larson and another man. “My husband and daughter, Mia,” Mrs. Larson said, noticing Kate looking at the pictures. “She actually just turned nine last week.”
“She’s very pretty,” Kate said, smiling at the photo. She could see the resemblance between mother and daughter, both having the same blue eyes and blonde hair.
“Yes, and she’s a total handful, too,” Mrs. Larson said, chuckling. “So much energy, always bouncing around. Drives me crazy sometimes.” Kate gave another smile in response. This is good, she thought. Connecting with her personally is definitely a good sign. She was starting to feel pretty good about this meeting.
Over the next half hour, the interview continued normally, nothing much out of the ordinary, and it seemed that everything was going great. There was, however, one small problem: her bladder had filled alarmingly fast throughout this time, and suddenly it had become quite distracting. It certainly wasn’t ideal, but Kate was strong-willed, and she prided herself in her ability to focus even through the most annoying distractions. Besides, she had often worked long hours without bathroom breaks before, so she didn’t feel too worried. She shoved the issue out of her mind once more and shifted her focus back to the interview.
“Very good, Kate,” Mrs. Larson said some time later after Kate had finished answering another question with flawless diction. “I’m starting to see Melanie’s claims about you are true.” As she finished typing on her computer, she reached for her own glass of water and took some sips. The sight of this caused yet another reaction from Kate’s now rapidly-filling bladder, and this time, Kate found herself having to cross her legs to ease the pressure. This is worse than I thought, Kate thought nervously. She was suddenly starting to regret all those liquids she had drank before. The glass of water in front of her was half empty, but she had left it untouched for the past fifteen minutes. Drinking anymore would definitely not be a good idea.
“Now, what are your thoughts on your ability to manage conflicts? Or more specifically, how would you go about resolving disputes among your team members or colleagues?” Mrs. Larson’s questions snapped Kate back to reality, forcing her to put the issue of her filling-bladder to the back of her mind. She was finding it harder to concentrate now and found herself having to pause a moment to recollect her thoughts before answering. Fortunately, those hours of practice once again came in handy, and allowed her to answer confidently. She managed to regain her concentration, but unfortunately found that she could no longer put the distraction of her urinary urge out of her mind, as it was quickly increasing in urgency. Still, she tried not to worry too much about it, feeling confident that it would not be a major issue.
An hour and a half into the interview, however, Kate was alarmed to find that her need had grown significantly worse, and she found herself constantly bouncing her right leg under the table to manage the distraction of her now uncomfortably full bladder. The pressure was bad and rapidly getting worse, and the stinging sensation between her thighs was far worse than just a distraction by now. The blasting A/C was not helping either. She was used to going long periods of time without a bathroom, and she knew she had a larger bladder than most, but she had not anticipated it to fill at such a rapid rate. It must have been the interview nerves, she deduced. Why did I drink all that water? she thought, annoyed at herself for having overlooked such a silly thing. She realized too late that coffee was a diuretic too, and she had drunk an entire large cup of it.
Crossing her legs once again, Kate did her best to listen intently as Mrs. Larson asked another question. This time it was one she hadn’t planned for, and she found herself having to come up with a good response on the spot. Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem — she was skilled at thinking quickly on the spot — but her predicament was preventing her from thinking straight. In the end she managed to formulate an answer, although she knew it wasn’t the best answer she could’ve given. It’s fine, she assured herself, it’s just one question, just forget about it. If there was one thing she couldn’t forget now, though, it was her growing need down below; it was now constantly in the back of her mind, the warning signals from her bladder insistent and urgent, refusing to leave her alone. As Mrs. Larson was typing, Kate stole a quick glance at the clock and realized there was still over an hour left. She had been convinced that she would easily be able to make it through the interview, but now she was genuinely beginning to worry if she could even wait that long. I have to, she thought. There was no way she was going to ask Mrs. Larson for a bathroom break. It was highly unprofessional and child-like, and she couldn’t risk ruining the reputation she was building. After all, this was her entire career on the line. With that, she steeled herself once more, took a deep breath, and soldiered on.
Mrs. Larson seemed to have taken a great interest in Kate by now, and really seemed to be enjoying their conversation. She spent a lot of time on each question, asking Kate several side questions each time, and furiously typed away on her computer at Kate’s every response, making comments in between and prolonging the interview more and more. Normally for Kate this would’ve been great — in fact, she had been hoping this would happen. Kate knew that a long interview meant the interviewer liked you and wanted to get to know you better, and it was clear Mrs. Larson was doing exactly that. But as Kate’s urgent predicament grew worse with each passing moment, she was really starting to wish Mrs. Larson would pick up the pace.
They had moved onto more advanced topics now, with Mrs. Larson testing her knowledge to ensure she knew all the necessary information needed for the new position, almost like an oral exam in a way. This was no problem for Kate, who already had four years of work experience, and knew more than what she needed from all her preparation.
“What kinds of banking software can you use, or are most comfortable with?” Mrs. Larson asked, and Kate launched into yet another response, going into great depth to showcase her knowledge and experience on the matter. All the while, her right leg bobbed up and down rhythmically as she fought to keep her now desperate need from clouding her concentration. She was talking faster now as well — she wanted to end the interview as soon as possible but didn’t want to leave out any details in her responses. The last thing she needed was to seem half-hearted about things she was passionate about.
It was about ten minutes later, as Mrs. Larson was in the middle of making a comment, when there was a knock on the door. Cutting off her words, Mrs. Larson looked at the door perplexed, as did Kate, and announced, “Yes? Come in.”
The door opened and Rebecca poked her head into the office. “Really sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Larson, but Mr. Jones just called in, he says he needs to talk to you.”
“Now?” Mrs. Larson asked, slightly irritated. “I’m in the middle of an interview, tell him I’ll call later.”
“I did tell him that, actually, but he’s insisting. He says it’s urgent.”
Mrs. Larson sighed, tapping her fingers on the table, still slightly annoyed about the interruption, but in the end, she said, “Alright, fine, tell him I’ll call him back in five minutes.” Rebecca nodded and disappeared behind the door. “Sorry about that, Kate, but it looks like we’re going to have to pause for a bit.”
“Of course, that won’t be a problem.” Suddenly Kate was excited. This might just be the perfect opportunity that she had desperately been needing. Surely, she could quickly nip to the Ladies room while Mrs. Larson left to take her call and empty her aching bladder at long last. Just the thought was making her feel relieved.
“Well, before I go, let’s just finish up what we were talking about, shall we?” Mrs. Larson glanced at the notes on her computer to jog her memory of their discussion. She had hardly opened her mouth to resume their conversation, however, when the office door reopened, and Rebecca’s head poked in once more. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Larson, Mr. Jones says he needs to talk now.”
“Oh, for god’s sake, alright.” Exasperated, Mrs. Larson stood up from her desk. “Sorry again, Kate, I’ll be right back, just sit tight.” She began striding quickly towards the door, and Kate, who had been hoping to ask her if she could go use the bathroom before she left, began stumbling over her words. “Oh, actually, I was wondering, um…” But Mrs. Larson had already walked out the door, and Rebecca closed the door behind her, leaving Kate gaping at the door in silence, her request unheard.
Damn it! Kate thought, frustrated. That had been her chance, the perfect opportunity, practically handed to her on a silver platter, and she had let it slip by. It was almost like the universe was taunting her, giving her hope of relief and snatching it away at the last second.
Alone in the office, she was at least glad for the privacy. She had been making a conscious effort to keep her desperation from showing outwardly, but at least now she could let her guard down for a bit. Tapping her feet on the floor, she sighed heavily and glanced about, worry now lining her face as she wondered if there was any way out of her predicament. The balloon of pee inside of her was pressing heavily on her sphincter now, demanding to be released, held only at bay by her clenched abdominal muscles. Cold air continued to flow out of the air vent on the wall next to her, only adding to her misery. She thought woefully of how she could’ve been sitting on a toilet at this very moment had she been able to speak up sooner and ask Mrs. Larson for the restroom.
Maybe I can still go, she thought, turning in her chair. Surely the phone call would take some time, five minutes at least, during which time she could quickly run to the restroom and back — Mrs. Larson wouldn’t even know Kate had left the room. It was extremely tempting, and she gazed at the hallway outside longingly. Go on, one part of her brain was saying. Just do it, just go. But she couldn’t. It was just too risky — she had no idea how long Mrs. Larson’s phone call would be, and if she came back to the office to find Kate gone, that would be disastrous. I’m just going to have to wait, she thought miserably, slumping back into her chair. And so she did, rubbing her hand up and down her thigh as she squirmed in her chair, hoping Mrs. Larson wouldn’t take too long.
After about five minutes, the office door reopened and Mrs. Larson walked back into the room, apologizing to Kate once more for the delay, and, not wanting to waste any more time, immediately resumed the interview from where they had left off.
By now it was about two hours into the interview, and her situation was dire. Kate was crossing and re-crossing her legs every couple of minutes, and when they weren’t crossed, she was vigorously bouncing them both non-stop. She kept her heels raised as high as she could to prevent the tip of the heel from tapping on the floor and making noise. She was starting to glance at the clock every few minutes now, and it seemed to her that the minute-hand had stopped moving.
At one point, Mrs. Larson paused to refill her glass of water from the dispenser. The sound of the water splashing into the glass seemed deafening, and it was pure torture for Kate as she did her best to not concentrate on the noise, which was impossible. Oh my god… Kate thought despairingly. How much longer do I have to wait?
As if she’d heard Kate’s thoughts, Mrs. Larson glanced at the clock and exclaimed, “Wow, we’ve been here for over two hours already! Time sure flies doesn’t it?” Kate nodded with a weak smile, hoping this would mean that Mrs. Larson would finally speed things up. Her hopes were not long-lived, however, because then her interviewer said, “Well, I hope you’re not getting bored because I’ve still got many questions for you. So settle down, we’ll be here for another hour I’d say.” Oblivious to Kate’s plight, she gave her a quick smile, and it was all Kate could do not to groan in despair.
As they headed into the final hour of the interview, it seemed to Kate as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. She had hoped earlier that her bladder would stop filling up as fast towards the end, but if anything, the exact opposite was happening. With 45 minutes to go, it seemed as if her kidneys had gone into overdrive, pumping all that liquid from the coffee and water into her bladder as fast as possible. Kate could almost feel the urine coursing through her ureters into her bladder.
To her alarm, she found that crossing her legs didn’t seem to help at all anymore, and found herself bouncing her knees with newfound urgency, sitting upright on the edge of her chair now. With each minute, her need seemed to grow exponentially, and her bouncing legs grew more and more frantic. She silently cursed herself for being so stupid. It was such a silly thing — how could she have drunk all that liquid and forgotten to use the bathroom beforehand? Here she was, a grown professional woman at an extremely important interview, one that could kickstart her career, and all she could think about was running out of the room so she could relieve herself.
Her concentration had all but abandoned her at this point, and even the hours she had spent practicing seemed to be of no help anymore, as her mind was almost entirely preoccupied by her dilemma. She had to pause between each sentence, fighting to keep her focus on her responses, and whenever Mrs. Larson spoke, Kate could barely make out what she was saying. Her toes curled tightly inside her shoes, she fervently willed the time to go faster, but each minute seemed to last a year.
With thirty minutes still left, Kate’s bladder was absolutely bursting at the seams. She could feel the ocean of urine pressing against the walls of her poor, throbbing bladder, beginning to stretch it past its limit. It was all she could do to maintain her composure above the table: she would force a smile whenever necessary, and held a neutral expression otherwise, doing her best to keep the urgency of her situation out of her face and voice. Underneath the table though, it was a completely different story: she couldn’t keep her legs still for even an instant, practically running a marathon in place as she bounced them up and down furiously and swung them side to side. She was grateful for the fact that the desk was opaque, so Mrs. Larson couldn’t see what was happening down below. Even so, the woman was beginning to pick up on Kate’s distress.
“Kate, is everything alright?” Mrs. Larson asked, sounding concerned. “You seem very jittery and tense.”
For a moment Kate debated if she should just tell Mrs. Larson what was going on. She desperately needed to use the bathroom, and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. Maybe if I just ask for a quick break, she thought, just two minutes, that’s all, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. As much as she longed for it though, she couldn’t do it. It was too embarrassing, and Kate knew it would cast a terrible impression on her. And so she swallowed, forced herself to smile, and said, “Y-yes, yes, everything’s fine, thanks.”
Mrs. Larson nodded. “Getting restless, aren’t you? I know it’s been a long interview, but I promise, we’re almost done. I just tend to ask many questions when I like the person I’m interviewing.” Clearly this was a compliment, and Kate probably should’ve acknowledged it somehow, but all she could do was nod. Even smiling was becoming difficult now. She glanced at the clock again. Just twenty more minutes, just twenty minutes… She could barely concentrate on what Mrs. Larson was saying anymore, and multiple times she had to ask her to repeat herself. Speaking seemed impossible, and she was stammering in almost every other sentence, her voice quavering. It was all she could do not to moan in desperation as the seconds dragged on.
Her bladder was absolutely pounding at her now, waves of intense desperation washing over her body as she sat there in pure agony. Under the table, her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, bouncing up and down uncontrollably with great speed. When they grew tired of bouncing, she would fan them in and out forcefully, so fast they were in danger of smashing onto the side of the wooden desk. She found herself sweating despite the frigid air of the room.
It was about five minutes later, as she was stuttering out an answer while Mrs. Larson sat listening intently, when suddenly she felt a spurt of urine shoot out into her white panties. She stopped speaking suddenly, and, almost automatically, her right hand shot down and she grabbed herself between her legs. To her great relief, the spurt stopped almost as suddenly as it came, and she managed to regain control. Stifling a gasp, she resumed speaking, hoping Mrs. Larson hadn’t noticed her moment of panic, her right hand still clenching her crotch. She felt a warm dampness in her underwear, but the spurt had been small, and she knew it couldn’t have done much damage. That was too close, Kate thought, panicking. If this interview doesn’t end soon… no, no, that won’t happen. I’ll make it.
As determined as she was though, Kate knew she was quickly reaching her limit. Her bladder was almost overflowing with a lake of urine, and there was a very noticeable bulge on her abdomen as her expanding bladder pressed against the underside of her tight business pants. She just couldn’t hold it in much longer, she needed to get out soon. All she could do was pray that Mrs. Larson would finish up quickly. Another glance at the clock told her it was 12:55PM. She had been told the maximum time for the interview would be three hours, meaning it had to end in five minutes. She could hardly believe she had made it this far, but these last five minutes were the hardest.
At this point, Kate hardly heard nor cared about what was coming out of Mrs. Larson’s mouth. Her answers were short, choppy, and forced, every muscle and fiber in Kate’s body working strenuously to hold in the massive dam inside her. Her composure was quickly deteriorating: her face was flushed pink, sweat was beading on her forehead, and her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and desperation. There were tears in her eyes now, and she tried to blink them away to no avail. Under the table, her legs were bouncing so furiously they were a blur, her knees banging together as she frantically swung her legs side to side. By now she wasn’t even trying to prevent her shoes from hitting the ground, so there was a rapid tap tap tap sound as her feet moved. Both of her hands were now jammed in between her legs, but even that was not enough to stop the sudden spurts escaping into her panties each minute.
One more look at the clock showed that it was finally one o’clock. C’mon, it’s been three hours, please, just end it, end the interview… Kate looked pleadingly at Mrs. Larson, who was once again typing away on her computer, still completely unaware of the fact that her interviewee was on the verge of wetting herself all over the floor.
Then, at long last, Mrs. Larson finally spoke the words that Kate had been longing to hear for the past hour: “Alright, Kate, that’s all the questions I have for you.” Thank god, oh, finally! Kate was already reaching down to grab her handbag when Mrs. Larson said, “Well, I suppose now it’s your turn. Do you have any questions for me?”
Shit. In her desperation, Kate had completely forgotten that she had to ask questions too. It was proper interview etiquette and was almost always expected. She had even come prepared with an entire list of them that she had planned on asking.
Mrs. Larson sat there, waiting for Kate’s response, who was sitting in her chair in pure agony. Her bladder was on fire, and it felt like there was a lake of lava inside just seconds from erupting out. She wanted to cry. I can’t wait any longer, I can’t. Suddenly another spurt escaped, this one coming out for a full second before she could stop the flow, and she felt the wetness seeping through her panties onto her black pants. At that moment, she knew she had reached her limit, and waiting any longer would only prove disastrous. Not asking any questions may cause her to lose some points, but anything was better than flooding her pants in front of her potential boss.
Taking a deep breath, Kate stammered out, “N-no, I-I don’t have any questions.” She did her best to smile, but at this point she would’ve been lucky if it came out as a pained grimace.
“Oh, alright then,” Mrs. Larson said, clearly disappointed. “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose this interview is over.” And with that, she stood up.
This was the part that Kate had been dreading. What if standing caused her to lose complete control? She’d been grasping her private parts tightly over the past ten minutes to hold back the flood, but she wouldn’t be able to do that once she stood. She brought her hands back up over the table so she could gather her documents, her legs shaking twice as hard to compensate for the lack of her hands. She hastily shoved all her papers into the folder she had brought, then reached down for her handbag. Finally, folder in one hand and handbag over the other shoulder, she pushed her chair back and stood.
She felt the weight of her bladder pressing down from gravity, and squeezed her thighs together, fearing the worst. Through her sheer willpower, she was able to keep the waterfall inside at bay, but it took an incredible amount of effort, an effort she could not sustain for much longer. Turning around, she looked at Mrs. Larson, who stood by the door, holding it open for her. She walked forward in short, quick steps, keeping her thighs as close together as possible while still trying to look normal.
Outside the office, she wanted nothing more than to make a beeline for the nearest bathroom, but she knew she had to say her farewells to Mrs. Larson, so she turned back, waiting for her to extend her hand and bid her goodbye. Instead, Mrs. Larson closed the door behind her and said, “Let me escort you back to the entrance. I know these hallways can seem like a labyrinth if you aren’t familiar with them.”
Kate’s heart sank. She had been hoping she could walk back by herself so no one, especially Mrs. Larson, would witness her predicament. At this point, though, she was too desperate to care: the pressure was absolutely unbearable now, and Kate was jiggling her legs forward and back as discreetly as possible. She needed to find a toilet now, and she knew that she could no longer hide her need.
So, as Mrs. Larson made to walk back down the hallway, Kate quickly interrupted her and said in a shaking voice, “Actually, Mrs. Larson, c-can you please show me to the bathroom?”
“Oh, um,” Mrs. Larson turned back around, clearly not expecting this request. “Actually, I’m sorry, Kate, but there’s a rule that the restrooms in this building are for employees only,” she said apologetically. “It’s a stupid policy, I know, but apparently it’s some insurance issue.”
It felt as though someone had plunged a knife into her heart. “Oh.” Kate couldn’t believe her ears. No, please, what am I going to do now? I can’t hold it any longer! She was completely panicking now. She was beyond her limit; it was a miracle she’d made it this far, but it had all been for nothing. This had been her only hope, the chance to finally use the bathroom at the end of the interview, but even that had now been taken away from her. With no other bathroom nearby, all she could hope for was to get out of the building before she wet herself, so that at least Mrs. Larson wouldn’t witness her humiliation. But even as she stood there, she knew that would be impossible. Once they got to the lobby, Mrs. Larson would surely want to exchange a few last words before she let her go, and given her current state, she knew she could not wait that long. Losing all hope, Kate began bracing herself for the great embarrassment that was to come…
Mrs. Larson looked at Kate, who stood rooted to the spot, still apologetic about having to deny her access to the restroom. But when she looked into Kate’s eyes, she was surprised to see a look of agony and sheer urgency in them. Concerned, Mrs. Larson looked at her flushed cheeks, then glanced down at her legs, which were now swinging wildly back and forth, and finally understood what was going on. Quickly clearing her throat, she said, “Although, if it’s an emergency, I’m sure no one would mind if I make an exception.”
“Yes! Oh, th-thank you so much.” Kate looked at her gratefully, waiting for her to lead the way. Mrs. Larson, finally realizing the urgency of Kate’s situation, quickly turned, and said, “Of course, follow me!” She began walking briskly in the other direction, and Kate followed as fast as she could, trying to avoid any jolts to her bladder. They rounded a corner up ahead, and at the end of the hallway on the right was the most welcome sight Kate had ever seen: a door with a Ladies Room sign. Just seeing it made her bladder throb even more, and she quickened her pace, overtaking Mrs. Larson as she strode towards the door, her heels clicking loudly on the tiles. “Here you go, Kate,” she heard Mrs. Larson say behind her, but she was already way ahead of her. Upon reaching the door, she turned the doorknob and burst inside; it was a small private room with a single toilet and a sink inside. Slamming the door shut loudly, she fumbled with the knob and locked the door.
In the privacy of the bathroom, she threw her folder and handbag to the floor and squeezed her lady parts with her right hand again. The sight of the toilet seemed to triple her need, and she knew she was seconds away from losing control; she could already feel spurts of pee shooting into her underwear. Rushing over to the white bowl, she stood in front of it and her hands began to frantically claw at the button on her pants. Her fingers moved furiously, Kate working them as quickly as she could, while her legs shook violently from sheer desperation. Finally managing to shove the button through the hole, she yanked the zipper down with such force it almost broke. She pulled down her black business pants to reveal her soaked white panties, and, already starting to squat, she grabbed the sides and tore it down. The instant her panties had exposed her shaved pussy to the cool air, and before she had even fully sat down, a jet of pee shot out of her urethra. Her panties finally down and out of the way, Kate’s bottom collapsed onto the toilet with a thud, and finally, at long last, Kate relaxed her muscles and let the floodgates open.
A torrent of thick, clear pee erupted out from between her thighs and thundered into the porcelain of the toilet with a deafening noise. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Kate heaved out a long and massive sigh of relief, but it was drowned out by the sound of all her pent-up urine splattering loudly against the porcelain. The stream was so powerful that tiny drops of pee were bouncing back up and splashing onto the underside of her legs, but she couldn’t have cared less. Kate sat on the toilet in a state of absolute pure bliss; the relief coursing through her veins was orgasmic, simply indescribable. She leaned forward, her arms leaning on her legs, eyes closed. All that coffee, all that water that had been pounding against the walls of her bladder for the past three hours was cascading out of her like water from a firehose, a never-ending waterfall.
“Ohhh…” Kate couldn’t stop the sighs from escaping her lips. Her stream seemed to go on and on with no intention of stopping — even after an entire minute, the thick pee stream continued to gush out from between her lips with great force. The sound of pee splashing against the white porcelain echoed loudly in the small bathroom, filling Kate ears; it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. Finally, after about a minute and a half, the stream slowly began to taper off, until it eventually trickled to a stop.
Even after she stopped peeing, she continued to sit there, enjoying the relief still coursing through her body. She felt absolutely exhausted after the ordeal that she had endured. The past three hours had been some of the most excruciating moments of her whole life, an experience she never wanted to go through again. She could hardly believe that she had actually made it without completely humiliating herself — in a way, she was actually proud of herself. It was silly, of course, but she had only managed it because of her sheer strength, will, and determination. And her bladder of steel, of course.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down at her clothes to inspect the damage. Her panties had completely soaked through, which was unsurprising given all the spurts she’d had back at the office. Her main worry was her pants, but she was relieved to find that there was only a small wet patch on the front. Since the pants were black, it was hardly noticeable anyway. Grabbing some toilet paper, she wiped herself dry, pulled up her panties and pants, tucked in her blouse, and zipped and buttoned herself. Flushing the toilet, she walked to the sink, washed her hands, and took a look at herself in the mirror. Other than her still-flushed cheeks and the sweat on her forehead, she looked normal, and there were no other signs that she had almost just wet herself at a job interview. She turned around and went to pick up her stuff from the floor. In her frantic rush, she had thrown her folder to the ground haphazardly, causing half the documents to fly out all over the place. She was lucky the floor was dry and clean; she quickly picked them up, put them back in her folder and slung her handbag over her shoulder.
As she was about to head out, she remembered that Mrs. Larson was waiting outside the door, and with a twinge of embarrassment wondered how much she had heard. Looking down at the bottom of the door, she saw that there was a large gap between the door and the floor, meaning Mrs. Larson had definitely heard everything. Sure enough, when Kate unlocked the door and headed outside, Mrs. Larson looked up at her with raised eyebrows and a look of mild surprise.
“My goodness, Kate, it sounded like you really needed that.”
Kate blushed despite herself, but then figured that there was no point in hiding the obvious anymore. “Yeah, I had a little too much to drink,” she said sheepishly, smiling awkwardly. The two of them began the walk back to the lobby.
“I had no idea it was so urgent,” Mrs. Larson said, shaking her head. “I mean, I didn’t even know… How long had you been waiting?”
“Actually, I’d been needing to go since the start of the interview,” Kate admitted. She couldn’t believe she was talking about this with her future-boss-to-be, and yet for some reason she didn’t feel that embarrassed about it anymore.
“You sat through that whole interview on a full bladder? Oh, you poor thing.” Mrs. Larson gave her a sympathetic look. “I was wondering why you were so tense and agitated towards the end. I thought you were just tired from sitting for so long. You seemed so restless and flustered; I was starting to get worried something was wrong. You should’ve at least said something, you know.”
Kate was surprised. She had never expected this woman, a highly professional and important figure, to be so understanding about something like this. “I know, I just didn’t want to interrupt the interview for something so minor.”
“Nonsense. If you need something, never sit there and suffer in silence. Learning to speak up to get what you want is an important skill for a branch manager, you know.”
Kate nodded, still feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole situation, but she knew there was truth in her words.
“That being said, I have to say I’m quite impressed. You performed very well on the interview, and the fact that you managed to hold your composure even with a bursting bladder for a full three hours is commendable. It really showed me the dedication you have for your job.”
Kate couldn’t believe it. Was her bladder actually going to help her get this job? She couldn’t help but be amused at the absurdity of the whole situation, her lips curling up in a small smile. Just ten minutes ago, her bursting bladder had almost cost her chance at promotion and made this the most embarrassing day of her life. But now, Mrs. Larson was saying her agonizing three-hour wait during the interview was commendable!
“It’s silly, I know,” Mrs. Larson went on, seeing Kate smiling to herself. “But you know what, I’m still impressed. It’s not easy to do what you did.”
Kate felt nothing short of delight at this, and her smile broadened as they walked into the lobby.
“Well, Kate, I supposed this is it then,” Mrs. Larson said once they were standing in front of the main entrance. “I enjoyed our conversation very much; it was an absolute pleasure.” She extended her hand.
Kate shook it with her own. “Thank you for the interview, Mrs. Larson, I really appreciate it.”
“Rebecca will call you in a couple days with the results, and I think you just might like what she’ll say.” Giving Kate one last broad smile, Mrs. Larson bid her farewell and headed back out of the lobby.
Kate walked out of the building feeling far lighter than she had when she had gone in this morning. She was thrilled — Mrs. Larson hadn’t explicitly given her the job yet, but her hint at the end told her everything she needed to know. She walked back to her car with a skip in her step and newfound energy, still grinning with joy.
It had been a bizarre interview to say the least —she had imagined numerous possible outcomes in her head, but this had certainly not been one of them. In the end, though, all that mattered was her success, and for Kate, that was enough. As strange a day as it had been, it would certainly not be one that she would soon forget.
The End |
Note: I’m very aware that if you’ve watched Steven Universe this doesn’t make a lot of sense character or lore wise, I just really like Garnet's design and wanted to do this. So if you’re looking for something that is kinda canon, this isn't it. I do hope you can enjoy it regardless and thanks for reading!
Somewhere within an icy mountain, a beam of blinding light blasted up from a circular stone deep within one of it’s twisting caverns. The cavern walls sparkled like crystals as the light reflected on the ice that covered them. As the shimmering light began to fade away, in it’s absences a large woman appeared upon a circle stone that sat in the cavern, serving as a form of transport.
The woman was over six feet in height and had a strange large cube shaped afro. Her body was covered in a skintight black and crimson bodysuit that almost looked vacuumed sealed to her skin. Through the suit one could easily see a well maintained physique, complete with a chiseled abs and powerful arms. Her lower half was as impressive as her top, being quite voluptuous with her buttocks being as large and wide as her cubic hair, complete with equally large and powerful legs.
She stood with a commanding and powerful pose, her hands resting at her hips. She appeared to be scanning the area she just warped to, but you couldn't tell by looking at her, as her eyes were covered by a large glossy visor and her large lips form a straight line, giving little expression or insight into what she was thinking. This imposing woman was known as Garnet, the leader of the rebellious space group known as the Crystal Gems.
The Crystal Gems fought for peace and freedom in the galaxy, against an oppressive regime that sought to destroy them. Unfortunately they were not a very large rebellion, so they needed every advantage they could get, which was precisely why Garnet was in a cold desolate cave. Somewhere with it was a powerful crystal known as the Shooting Star which had the ability to cause unbelievable destruction upon the slightest pressure. It would be an invaluable tool against their enemies and Garnet was determined to leave with it in her hands.
Usually Garnet was accompanied by a couple of her allies on her missions to obtain rare space artifacts but unfortunately her comrades were busy with another pressing situation today that required more than 2 hands, so naturally Garnet was nominated by her teammates to take the solo mission. After all, she was their cool, calm leader and arguably the most powerful member in the group.
Or at least that's what her teammates thought. However the truth of the matter was really quite different then it seemed. To her teammates, Garnet was like an immovable object. It seemed like nothing could phase her, and her physical form really helped sell the idea. She could always rise to the occasion, and do what needed to be done. Unbeknownst to her allies was that it all was a facade, held together by a few lies and lucky situations.
Her teammates often paraded her for tactical retreats or finishing off powerful enemies but they were nothing more than running scared and keeping away from monsters until they were too weak to hurt her. Doing this she was able to avoid a lot of shame and humiliation of her true self being revealed. Now that she was on her own she had nothing but herself, no allies to hide behind, or impress. It was simply her, and whatever this cave had in store for her.
As Garnet began walking down the long cold twisting cavern, one could quickly see her powerful exterior seemed to melt away. Her head darted around looking for danger, her mouth no longer made a stern face but instead a nervous pout. Her nerves were on edge more than usual. Much to Garnet's relief the ice tunnel was very bare, only populated by icicles and mounds of snow. If she was lucky, she just might be able to get out of this with no issues and appear to be the fearless leader her teammates knew her to be, but this fantasy didn’t last for long.
As she ventured deeper into the cavern she soon ran into a major obstacle. She had reached a dead end. The pathway was blocked with a thick sheet of ice and no way around. Garnet let out a frustrated sigh. Of course it couldn't be that easy. Not wanting to return empty handed Garnet put her hands into a fist and light began to admit from them. Within a few seconds both her hands were equipped with large bulky power gloves. She pulled back her arms and began wailing on the ice wall, striking it with all her strength.
Unknown to Garnet, with each of her powerful strikes, a few icicles above her began to loosen, inch by inch with each punch. The ice was taking very visible damage, cracking at her repeated point of impact. Winding up one final time, Garnet unleashed an extra powerful punch, shattering the ice wall before her. However the impact from the punch was too much for the icicles above her.
The icicles fell down around Garnet, smashing on the ground, much to her surprise. She let out a high pitched shriek as they landed, stumbling backward to get out of the way of danger. Her knees buckled and her mind went into a sort of panicked state. She didn't immediately notice the icicles so her mind raced with possibilities, mostly the fear of a monster attacking her. Suddenly fearing for her life Garnet's body let out an involuntary bladder spasm.Quick spurts of hot urine shot out, landing in her bodysuit, dampening her crotch.
By the time Garnet regained her composure and noticed how nonthreatening the source of the sound was it was far too late for her bodysuit. A very noticeable baseball sized piss stain now adorned the front of her suit. Garnet bit her lip, immediately feeling ashamed of her body's lack of control. Usually she was able to avoid small wettings like this, but it seemed being solo was really messing with her. For a moment she considered turning back but decided to push on, hoping the stain would dry out before she had to head back.
As Garnet progressed deeper into the tunnels it appeared to just be more for the same. Sheets of ice, thick cold walls, and dangerous icicles. On her third round of falling icicles and a few more close calls controlling her bladder, Garnet was just about ready to call it, but before she could make her decision, Garnet's worst fear about the solo mission began.
As she approached another sheet of ice she needed to get through she saw something she hadn't seen with the last few sheets. She saw something behind it. At first the woman just thought it was a large ice crystal. She had seen a few on her way here but this one seemed different. Although she could just make out its silhouette through the ice, it was much wider than her and even a few feet taller. She wound up her first to break through the ice sheet once more but right before she could she was taken back by something. The silhouette moved.
Garnet stumbled back from the ice sheet, letting out an audible gasp. She readied her fists for a fight, but her body was visibly shaking. Fighting a monster was the last thing she wanted to do on her own, without any backup from her team. From behind the sheet of ice two massive clawed hands crashed through it. The claws tore down the ice sheet, faster than Garnet could even imagine smashing it down with her fists. Out from behind came a massive ice monster, with a large sharp icicle filled mouth and hollow cold empty eyes. It took one look at Garnet and let out a shrill shriek. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn’t move, she was frozen in fear.
Without waiting a second the ice monster bolted towards Garnet, slashing one of its giant claws at her. The threat of harm snapped Garnet out of her fear a bit, and she stumbled back out of the way, its claws inches away from her body. Her bladder spasmed again, her baseball sized urine stain quickly turning into the size of a basketball. Garnet could feel the warmth of her urine spreading down her thighs and around her lower buttocks, the heat emphasized by her cold location. Before she could even try and retaliate back at the beast, it quickly charged back at her, once again taking her by surprise.
Garnet prepared to dodge the monster's slashes again, but instead of swinging at her like she anticipated it kept charging at her, it’s arms wide open, ready to grab her. Barely able to react in time, Garnet locked her hands with the creature's large claws, stopping its assault momentarily. Garnet tried to overpower the ice monster trying to push it down, but the monster simply pushed back with great strength she could muster, slowly sliding her back. To make matters worse Garnet was now face to face with the monster, staring it right down.
Naturally, the monster showed no emotion but the one it could, furiosity. It’s large sharp mouth widened upon seeing Garnet up close, roaring with such force her hair blew back with its strength. Garnet on the other hand could not match its enthusiasm. Her lips were quivering in a large frown and behind her visor her eyes were staring to well up with tears. Sweat dripped from every part of her body as she began to have doubts she could handle herself for much longer.This monster was downright terrifying to Garnet and with no one to back her up it was safe to say she hadn't felt this scared before.
As the monster kept pushing her back, Garnet's bladder completely betrayed her. Urine shot out of her like a rocket, soaking whatever part of her bodysuit wasn't already stained with piss. Once the lower half of her suit was completely soaked and unable to hold any more urine it started to gush through it, loudly splattering all over the cold ice floor. A sizable puddle began growing beneath her as steam started to rise from the ground as her warm urine started to mix with the cold air of the cave. Garnet pathetically tried to control her bladder as it released its continents, slapping her thighs together, trying to ease the release, but she was powerless to stop it, but her body wasn’t done just yet.
As her bladder was rapidly emptying, her rear began to let out gassy sputters. At first they were so quiet that Garnet didn’t even notice she was doing it, too distracted by her grown wet spot. Soon however the sputters stopped and her rear simply let out a loud rude noise, almost sounding like a large horn. Garnet's own fart took her by surprise, not just the sound but the strength of it as well. It made her flinch and her grip on the monster claws began to slip, and the ice monster took notice.
The creature quickly overpowered Garnet, pushing her into a wall. Once she was cornered the creature quickly moved its arms around her, trapping her in a bear hug, crushing garnets arms to her sides. The ice monster dug its claws into Garnet's back and began to lift her off of the ground. As her feet began to dangle off the ground she squirmed trying to break free, but to no avail. Urine still poured from her crotch into a newly growling puddle below her but the stream was starting to slow up. Her rear however was just getting started. More loud gassy farts ripped past her cheeks and filled the cavern with their sound and unsavory smell. The more Garnet panicked and struggled, the more humiliating noises her butt made, until Garnet didn’t feel gas coming out, but something much worse.
As the beast squeezed down on Garnet a large solid log of waste slowly made its way into the women's form fitting bodysuit. Garnet tried to clench her buttocks but it was too late as the log slid out, nested between her large butt cheeks doing little damage to her bodysuit at first. Garnet gritted her teeth at the gross feeling of her waste resting in her butt crack. Her face burned with embarrassment and tears finally began streaming down her face, but the ice monster wasn't letting up, as it continued to squeeze the pathetic woman with its arms.
Garnet shrieked out in pain and fear as her butt let out another series of farts followed by another large leg of waste. This log collided with the previous log which pushed it in the opposite direction, this time making it’s way up her butt crack, uncomfortably stuffing every inch between her buttocks with her own mess. Her mess was still noticeable from the outside of her body suit which simply wasn’t digging into her butt crack anymore, but instead was comfortably laying on top of her mess without press against it, but Garnet wasn’t too focused on that.
Garnet knew she needed to do something quickly or she wasn’t going to be around for much longer. Trying to stop crying for a second, Garnet mustered will power through her fear and humiliation and started to try and kick the creature with her dangling legs. Pulling her powerful right leg back she let out a powerful knee into the monster's body. The Ice monster let out a cry of pain and for a moment Garnet thought she had done the trick, but then the monster tightened its grip again.
Garnet moved to knee the monster again but the movement strained herself too much. With no gassy warning this time her body released another large log of waste. The log quickly pressed past the previous two logs, finally pressing up against her bodysuit, visibly bulging it out. Another log quickly followed mashing against the rest of her mess, causing her suit to stretch out more and more, looking as if a large banana was underneath her suit, aligned with her butt crack, turning the middle of her suit a muddy soggy look.
It was too much for Garnet. She tried to attack the creature again but she didn’t have the strength anymore. She was mentally humiliated and the strength of the monster's bearhug was just too powerful for her to deal with in her current state of mind. As one last log of excrement pushed its way out of her, her eyes began to glaze over and she blacked out.
………
Garnet wasn't too sure how long she was out for but was brought to by the taste of cold ice. The woman was laying face down on the floor, seeming to be dropped by the monster once she passed out. The second thing she noticed was that she had urinated herself even more. It seemed as she laid knocked out cold on the ground her bladder had emptied itself even further leaving a hard to miss large stain on the front of her body suit and a second large yellow puddle in the cavern.
Of course the smell and the feeling of muck pressing between her butt and suit was hard to miss as well. It was a nightmare scenario for Garnet, and she couldn’t imagine it getting any worse, but it seemed the world had it out for her today. Garnet must have been gone for several hours at this point because no more than a few minutes after Garnet came to, she heard her name echoing through the walls of the cavern. It seemed that her allies had come to look for her. And from how it sounded, they were just around the corner.
Garnet tried to stand up, but ended up slipping on a mixture of her own puddle and the icy floor, falling back into it, only able to bring herself to her knees safely. Soon her two teammates were looking upon her. One opened their mouth only to let out a gasp followed by cover her mouth, while her other team looked at her with a face of shock shortly followed by her also covering her mouth, but not out of shock, but to hide a snicker.
Garnet felt another wave of humiliation poor over her, worse than before. Her terrible secret was out, and there was no going back. Her teammates simply looked upon her in her composed and pathetic state. She didn’t even try to stop the tears welling in her eyes this time, she only could hope her visitor would be enough to hide them this time so sure could keep at least a little dignity. |
(Note: This is written in the style of the "Choose Your Own Adventure" books. It's a simple premise: Megan wakes up and has to pee. It incorporates branching storylines so depending on what route you choose, Megan can make it to the toilet, pee her pants in public, have to squat in the woods, or several other unique possibilities. I'm just trying this out as an experiment so it may be a little rough. If it works well and there's interest, I'll continue this story with even more possibilities and scenarios. Enjoy!)
Part 1
START
Megan shut off her phone and plugged it in to the charger. She’d spent the past hour browsing through Tik Tok, not realizing how much time had passed. It was late and she was planning on getting up early the next morning to work out and continue her seemingly endless quest to apply for a job. The company she had been interning for didn’t offer her a position, so she needed to find something quick to support her new post-grad city life.
It’s been a year since she graduated college and four months since she moved to the city to strike out on her own. Of course, that meant the outer suburban part of the city, as the rent there was slightly less stroke-inducing than downtown rent. It was always her dream to get a career started in a metropolitan area, away from the small-town quaintness of where she grew up. Megan was determined to make this work, even if it meant a part time job at Aeropostale or TGI Friday’s.
Megan and her group of friends all knew the grind it took to get their adult lives started. She had moved to the city and got a small apartment with Veronica, a girl from her Entrepreneur course in her last Fall semester. They had become friends and agreed to share an apartment when they moved. Also in the apartment was Owen. Megan’s high school friend who was crashing on their couch for a couple of weeks until he found a new apartment.
Post-grad life was not the glamorous liberation the movies and TV shows had promoted. But Megan was dead set on making it.
She settled into bed and turned off the light. The danger of having to move back home was always present, but she was exhausted from the day. Megan yawned and told herself she’d worry about that tomorrow. Though that didn’t stop her from feeling anxious, restless, and something else…. a building sensation in her bladder.
She had to pee.
Nothing too serious. Just a minor annoyance that she could choose to ignore. Megan had been drinking a lot more water throughout the day as part of living a healthier lifestyle. The last time she peed was before dinner. She briefly thought about getting up and using the bathroom out in the hall, but with her already being so comfortable in bed, it seemed miles away. Then again, might as well take care of it now…
- If Megan chooses to take care of this need now, keep reading.
- If Megan chooses to ignore this, skip to SLUMBER
Megan let out an exasperated sigh and pulled off the covers. She had a fairly strong bladder but the urge to pee being constantly at the back of her mind would’ve affect her sleep. She begrudgingly got out of bed and went out to the hallway, towards the next door over.
She entered the bathroom. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, so she didn’t bother to turn the light on. She headed straight for the toilet and pulled her old running shorts and panties down. As she sat down, something didn’t feel right. The toilet seemed bigger.
It took a second, but Megan realized what was wrong. The seat was up.
Now, from running track and playing volleyball all through school, Megan had thick, athletic thighs, so she didn’t fall in. However, she was now sitting on a cold, porcelain surface that felt wet. Immediately she jumped up.
“Dammit!”
In her head, she cursed Owen for forgetting the most important rule in their shared bathroom. She placed the seat down and seated herself. Much better.
A soft tinkling emanated from under Megan as she peed into the toilet. It was a surprising amount, lasting just shy of 30 seconds. With a light sigh, Megan tore off some toilet paper and wiped. Flushed the toilet as she pulled her shorts up.
She returned to bed, now free of the annoyance from her bladder. She tucked herself back into the covers and fell asleep fast. She was gonna have to talk to Owen in the morning.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here. It will be followed up in “Megan’s Desperate Job Interview.”
SLUMBER
Then again, might as well take care of it now…
Megan shifted and turned to her side on the bed. It’s so warm and cozy already.
“I can hold it. I’ll just wait till tomorrow,” she told herself.
She’s a grown woman. Living on her own in the city. A few more hours of waiting for the bathroom shouldn’t be a bother. With that, she relaxed her mind and was soon fast asleep. What followed was a very restful night’s slumber. The rare instance where she was immediately knocked out and in deep sleep. Her body recharged itself. Her bladder slowly filled up with more liquid. She had been doing more intense workouts lately, as she didn’t want to fall into unhealthy habits when living on her own. Most mornings she found herself sore from exercising.
Megan slept soundly for the next few hours. Shifting and turning. Borderline snoring. Very uneventful, until….
The sound of the front door being fumbled open and haphazardly shut brings Megan out of her deep sleep. Slowly getting her bearings, she heard footsteps walk from the kitchen to their living room, which is right on the other side of her bedroom wall. She quickly looked at her phone. It was 3AM in the morning. There was an instant rise in panic, as Megan feared there was an intruder, but she took a second to think clearly and calmed herself down. It was most likely Owen, coming back from another late night of partying and being out at the bars.
Megan didn’t know how Owen did it. He’d only moved to the city three weeks ago, and already he’s working two part time jobs. On top of all that, he found the time to go out nearly every night with friends he’s made at work or with Megan and Veronica if they’re free. Work hard play hard was always his M.O.
It was at this point that Megan became very aware of the pressure in her bladder. She still needed to pee, and it was getting worse. She was at the point where visiting the toilet would be the most logical action.
But, as it always goes, the bathroom seemed miles away, even though it was right down the hall. Megan didn’t want to compromise the perfectly comfortable position she’s made for herself in bed, underneath the fluffy covers and soft pillows. What’s more, if she went to the bathroom to pee, it might take an hour or two for her to fall back asleep. Her sleep schedule would be thrown off course. So, she decided to hold it.
She tried her best to get her mind off her growing need to urinate, trying to plan her day ahead or fantasize about her guy friend Marcel’s cute roommate, one apartment building over. But try as she might, her thoughts always returned to the desire for the toilet.
It was getting pretty bad at this point. The sensation was on the same level as when Megan has had about three beers and a margarita at a bar and she still hadn’t broken the seal.
Megan reached her hands down and placed them on her crotch. She squeezed her legs together, hoping to ease some of the pressure. It seemed to work. For now.
Twisting like a pretzel under the covers, Megan remembered the last time she was this desperate in bed. It was during her senior year of high school. She had a few friends over and one of them convinced the others to watch a scary movie. One about a serial killer hunting down a group of paramedics. Looking back, it was probably a cheap B movie, but when Megan saw it for the first time, she was horrified.
She laid in bed that night, replaying the violent and creepy images in her head. Her friends were all asleep, but Megan was afraid to shut her eyes. All the soda and water she drank during the movie had gone through her and were ready to burst out. She desperately needed the bathroom, but she was so terrified that the serial killer would jump out of the shadows and get her.
She made it two hours, holding herself, before having to resort to waking up one of her friends so she could keep her company while she peed in the bathroom.
Megan had grown a lot since then, and a meager scary movie isn’t gonna get in the way of her relieving herself.
What did get in her way, without fail, is laziness.
It felt like too much effort to go to the bathroom. She was confident she could hold it until morning. All she had to do was fall back asleep. She was never a bedwetter, and her bladder control was top notch, in her opinion.
But perhaps she should stop being so stubborn and give herself the relief she’s been denying herself all night…
- If Megan chooses to go back to sleep, skip to DAWN.
- If Megan chooses to go to the bathroom, keep reading.
She’s definitely pushing herself past her usual limit. She’s made it through non-stop six-hour car rides and a Lord of the Rings movie marathon without needing to pee, but this was before she made the resolution to drink a gallon a day.
Her mind also drifted to an article she came across the other day about how it’s dangerous to hold your pee in for too long. It can result in damage to the bladder or even UTIs. Veronica had a UTI once and she said it felt like peeing fire.
That thought was enough to get Megan to throw her covers off and sit up in bed. She’s held it long enough. A slight spasm in her bladder gave her pause, and she carefully got up and made her way to the bathroom.
She shivered as she left her comforters and stepped into the cool air conditioning. She was only wearing her old running shorts and a faded sleeveless tee from high school. No bra of course.
The apartment Megan and Veronica shared had two bathrooms. One was out in the hallway, near Megan’s room, while the other was built into Veronica’s bedroom. When they first got it, they both agreed that Veronica can have the fancier bathroom. Megan didn’t care too much, though now she wished she gave that decision more thought.
Megan walked up to the bathroom door and saw the door shut and the light on inside. Fearing the worst, she tried the handle. Locked.
She put her ear up to the door. On the other side, someone was retching and puking. Megan let out an exasperated sigh.
This was the third night that Owen had come home blind drunk and spent most of the night vomiting into the toilet. Yet he’s always able to wake up early and make it to work on time the next day.
Megan stood in front of the bathroom door and crossed her legs tight. Her bladder was definitely at maximum capacity. Being mere feet away from the toilet, only separated by one door, made the pain even worse. Her beathing quickened as it felt like she might lose control. Pissing herself on the hallway carpet was not something she wanted to even entertain the possibility of. If only Owen would hurry up and get out of the bathroom.
Megan grabbed her crotch with both hands and started bouncing up and down. She really had to pee.
“Hurry up. Please. Please. Hurry…” She muttered under her breath.
After a few minutes of desperately waiting, it was clear Owen wasn’t going to be done any time soon. Either he was passed out on the floor or was still puking. Megan’s eyes were beginning to float. She had to come up with an alternative.
She scanned her environment, looking for anywhere else she could pee. Her first thought was the kitchen sink. It was lewd, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And it wouldn’t be the first time she’s peed in a sink.
Another option would be to go into Veronica’s room and use her bathroom. But her boyfriend, Lewis, was over and Megan didn’t want to have to wake them both up to let her in. Veronica would usually lock her bedroom door when she slept.
Megan weighed her options. With all this critical thinking, the desperate sensation in her bladder abated somewhat. It didn’t feel as bad as before, but her bladder was still definitely full. She could always just try to go back to sleep and finally have that satisfying pee in the morning, when the bathroom would be free for sure.
She thought about each possibility carefully.
- If Megan chooses to try and go back to sleep, skip to DAWN.
- If Megan chooses to pee in the sink, go to ISLAND.
- If Megan chooses to try Veronica’s bathroom, go to KNOCK.
KNOCK
A spurt suddenly escaped into Megan’s panties, followed by an involuntary gasp. She needed to go. NOW.
Her long legs squeezed together, Megan made her way across the apartment to Veronica’s room. As she passed the living room, she noticed a lot of Owen’s stuff strewn across the floor. She’d have to talk to him soon about keeping his space tidy. Right now though, she had much more important business to attend to.
She reached Veronica’s door and was just about to start knocking when a sound stopped her.
More specifically, it was a moan.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Megan didn’t have to listen to closely to pick up on the heavy breathing and the sensual moaning on the other side of the door. She remembered that Lewis was over, and when he spent the night, the two of them could go at it until dawn the next morning. Just thinking about that exhausted Megan. Their stamina must have been off the charts.
However, this was a problem. There was no way Megan was interrupting their sex session so she could run in and use their toilet. Her and Veronica weren’t close enough friends to do that.
Megan was on the verge of pissing her pants, but her anxiety at such an awkward interaction won out. She turned away from Veronica’s door. That option’s a no-go.
- If Megan chooses to pee in the sink, go to ISLAND.
- If Megan chooses to go back to bed, go to DAWN.
- If Megan chooses to try and wait for her own bathroom, keep reading.
Perhaps Owen was almost down with the bathroom, Megan thought to herself. It’s better than having to pee in the sink.
Her bladder was on a hair trigger now. She had to be very careful in moving, or the slightest disturbance could set it off. Getting her bearings, Megan made the trek through the living room, back towards her own bathroom, where she could hear a toilet flush.
At last, it seemed as though Owen was done. All Megan had to do was get there –
“Thank God…”
Megan was so focused at the window of opportunity that she didn’t see she was walking right into Owen’s pile of stuff. Her foot caught the strap of his duffle bag and pulled her down. Enough to cause her to trip and hit the carpeted floor.
“Ah!”
Megan hits the floor hard. In a desperate attempt to stay vertical, Megan grabbed for the nearest object, only managing to knock a lamp down onto the floor with a loud crash.
The jolt of tripping caused her to lose control. As soon as she hit the floor, Megan knew it was over.
“Shit! No no no no!”
Warm pee gushed uncontrollably into her shorts, quickly soaking the carpet. Megan was frozen in place. She tried to stop the flow, but it was no use. There was no stopping the flood. She could feel warmth between her legs and around her butt as her pee spread on the floor. She got into a sitting position as she continued to pee endlessly.
To make things even worse, Veronica’s bedroom door opened. Lewis was out first, only wearing boxers. Behind him was Veronica, wrapped in a blanket.
“Who’s out here!” Lewis yelled. His eyes fell on Megan, still wetting herself on the floor.
“Oh, Megan. We thought someone was trying to break in.”
“Meg, what happened? You okay?” Veronica stepped forward.
Megan couldn’t find the words. She was too humiliated to speak. It was then that Veronica notices the pee puddle forming. Lewis then saw it.
“Oh.”
The other bathroom door opened and Owen stepped out, yet another witness to Megan’s humiliation. Megan buries her face into her knees.
“What’s going on?” Owen asked.
“Dude, shut up,” Lewis said.
Veronica knelt down next to Megan. Who’s on the verge of tears.
“Hey. It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry. I can clean it up. I’m so sorry,” Megan sobbed.
“Babe, get some towels and the carpet cleaner.”
Lewis nodded and went to the kitchen. Veronica gently helped Megan stand. He shorts were completely soaked. Owen grabs one of his towels and places it on the wet carpet.
As Lewis and Owen cleaned up Megan’s pee, Veronica accompanied her to the bathroom. There she washed off and put on fresh clothes.
The two of them headed for Megan’s bedroom.
“That was so fucking embarrassing.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I once pissed myself at a tailgate party. In front of Delta Psi. I didn’t leave my dorm for days.”
Veronica smiled. Megan managed a laugh.
This incident will be forever burned into Megan’s memory, but now it seems like Veronica and Megan are one step closer to being true roomies.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here. This will be followed up in “Megan and Veronica’s Wild Night”.
ISLAND
“Fuck it. I gotta pee.”
Megan said to no one in particular. Desperate times, desperate measures. Still tightly grabbing herself, she made her way through the dark, nearly tripping on Owen’s duffle bag next to the couch. She got to the kitchen and looked upon her chosen salvation. The kitchen sink.
Their apartment was small, but Megan considered them lucky that they found one that looked nice enough to be the go-to for their friends to hangout at. The kitchen was a particular highlight.
It was in one of the newer buildings from the recent expansion, and the counter tops were polished granite slabs and the sinks were sleek stainless steel. The appliances were all the latest models, and the sink and main counter top were their own island, serving as a border between the living room and kitchen.
Megan stepped from the living room carpet into the cool tile of the kitchen. The sudden cold on her bare feet nearly make her lose control.
She stood in front of the sink with her thighs squeezed together. To her dismay, it was full of dirty dishes. Of course.
She began the painful process of moving the plates and cups out of the sink and pouring the water out of them. Each splash of liquid on the stainless steel was utter torture for her.
Yet she held on. She’s gotten this far, she was going to make it all the way to the end.
She set the last cup down on the counter and took a deep breath. She scanned her surroundings. All was quiet.
Once the coast was clear, Megan carefully slid her shorts down to her knees. As far as her clamped legs would let them go. With some effort, she hoisted herself onto the sink, positioning her butt over the drain as the back of her thighs bit into the cold granite. The sink was wide, so she had to spread her legs a bit to balance the weight. She held the edges of the sink for support, and soon she was stable.
Megan felt incredibly weird exposing herself like that in the middle of their kitchen. Her feet dangling off the counter and her shorts bunched around her knees. But that didn’t matter much because—
“Ahhhhh…”
Her pee burst forth from her urethra and splashed against the steel sink, giving off an odd metallic patter. It started as a steady stream, then grew into a gusher. The relief was immense. Megan let out a long, hushed sigh as her urine flowed. She’d done it. She made it to a toilet. Well, sort of.
As Megan relished the pleasure of finally relieving herself, her eyes flitted up and saw what was directly across from her.
The way the apartment was set up, the kitchen island was perpendicular to the hallway leading to her room. So as Megan sat on the sink, peeing full force, she was directly facing the bathroom door where Owen was vomiting not too long ago.
“Oh no.”
Before she could even wish away the possibility, the bathroom door opened and Owen stepped out. Not two steps later he froze in his tracks as his eyes met Megan’s. She’s a deer in headlights. Sitting on the sink, still peeing, her legs open giving Owen a clear view of her vagina. They were silent, save for Megan’s gushing pee stream, which showed no signs of stopping.
“Um. Hey,” Owen said. Eyes wide. Suddenly sober.
“Hey.” Megan flushed red in the darkness.
More awkward silence. Megan’s pee seemed to gush even louder. Owen looked away.
“Are you okay?”
“Sorry. I just. I really had to go.”
“Do you need the bathroom?”
Megan’s stream started to weaken.
“A little late for that.”
Now a steady trickle.
“Oh okay. Sorry. I felt really sick and –”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m, uh, gonna go to bed.”
Owen stumbled to the couch, not being able to help but stare again at Megan’s mortified form perched on the sink.
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Megan punctuated this with a couple more spurts of pee. Then she was done. Finally. She buried her face in her hands.
Owen collapsed onto the couch. Burying himself beneath the blankets. Megan’s face felt like it was burning. She didn’t even bother to wipe. She quickly hopped off the sink and pulled up her shorts. She scurried over to her room and shut the door behind her.
She felt so embarrassed. Owen was a friend of hers, but she was nowhere near comfortable enough to let him see her like that. Her only hope was that Owen’s hangover in the morning would purge his memory of seeing her pee in the sink.
At least her bladder was empty now, and she felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here.
DAWN
It’s settled then. In the morning, she’d make a beeline for the toilet right after she woke up. Despite the building pressure, she eventually drifted off to sleep.
Megan’s eyes fluttered open at around 6AM, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through her blinds. It was two hours before she had set her alarm to go off. Megan rolled in bed and immediately felt the pang in her bladder. Her need to pee had increased significantly since last night. That was an understatement. She was definitely bursting at this point.
She checked the clock and noticed she was early to rise. Probably her bladder once again nudging her to finally let it release.
Annoyed, Megan tightly crossed her legs under the covers. She still felt groggy and sleepy, and she’s in that wonderful space where she had woken up and realized she still had a couple of hours to keep sleeping. However, her full bladder was begging for relief, and she didn’t know if she could hold it for much longer.
- If Megan chooses to stay in bed and keep holding her pee, skip to RISE.
- If Megan chooses to get up and finally go pee, keep reading.
This was it.
She couldn’t wait anymore. She’d pushed her holding capabilities to its absolute maximum. If she didn’t use the bathroom soon, her bed sheets would be thoroughly soaked.
Megan carefully sat up in bed and pulled off the covers. As she stood, she had to quickly jam her hands into her crotch and bend forward. Her urethra was screaming for the toilet, and Megan sucked air through her teeth at the sudden sensation. Now that she was standing, her need to pee was exponentially worse. She was seconds away from exploding.
She hurried out into the hall and towards the bathroom door, which hung ajar. Megan wasted no time and stepped inside, locking the door behind her.
At long last, after putting off her immense desire to piss all night, the toilet stood in front of her, welcoming her with open arms.
The sun was getting brighter through the small window, and Megan saw that Owen had once again left the toilet seat up. She had a split second to be annoyed before hurriedly putting the seat down. She felt a spurt come out. Only a small one, but she was cutting it dangerously close. She turned around and quickly slid her shorts and panties down to around her ankles.
Megan sat down on the toilet and no sooner than she did, her pee burst out of her with such force that she felt splash back on her thighs. Her stream pierced the water, filling the small apartment bathroom with a loud hiss equivalent to a fire hydrant.
Megan felt nothing but bliss as she felt her bladder empty. She moaned with ecstasy. Her toes curled and she bit her lip as her pee gushed out of her for seemingly several minutes straight. She sat with her legs closed and arms resting on her thighs. She leaned forward slightly and let her eyes close as she enjoyed the amazing sensation of taking that morning pee.
It was strange. The feeling was borderline sexual. Megan felt a tingling between her legs as she peed. She’d been in desperate need to pee before, but this was the first time she could recall being aroused by relieving a full bladder. Megan felt weird, but also a little naughty at the notion.
By now her stream had weakened to a steady trickle. After several more seconds, she let out a few more strong spurts and shivered one last time as her arguably longest ever pee came to an end. Megan couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. She was exhausted, as if she’d just climaxed after an hour of foreplay.
She reached for some toilet paper but stopped herself. That tingling feeling wasn’t going away. Technically she still had an hour and a half before her alarm went off.
Megan deviously smiled to herself. Good thing she forced herself to get up early. She licked two of her fingers and reached down between her legs.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here.
RISE
Megan jolted awake to her third alarm blaring. In the confusion, she quickly shut it off and saw the time. She’d overslept by a whole hour.
“Shit!”
She quickly got up, but suddenly realized that was a horrible mistake. Immediately a hefty gush of pee splashed into her shorts. Megan froze in place. The pain in her bladder radiated six-fold. Megan couldn’t believe it. She’d held her pee all night long and now she was paying the price. She shouldn’t have waited. Now, she felt like if she even moved an inch, she’d lose all control and pee her shorts on the spot.
But she was determined not to let this happen. This was definitely the worst she’s ever had to pee as far as she could remember, but she was sure she could still make it to the bathroom. It was only a few feet away.
After a few agonizing minutes of regaining her composure, Megan felt the wave of desperation go down a few levels. When she was sure she had gotten control back, she headed for the bathroom, one careful step at a time.
She was nearly there. Megan was already fantasizing about sitting on the toilet and letting loose. The immense relief she was about to feel.
She reached the door and turned the handle. Locked.
Megan’s world collapsed all around her. Inside the bathroom, the shower was already going.
Megan could’ve cried. Owen had a morning shift at the hardware store and was already in the shower. She had waited too long.
She buried her hands into her crotch and crossed her legs tight. Megan hoped that Owen was nearly done showering and she’d finally be able to pee.
If not, she’s screwed…. Unless there was an alternative.
- To see how the rest of this plays out, stay tuned for Part 2! |
Part 2
RISE
Megan pulled on the locked door with her free hand. In the other, she desperately grabbed her crotch. No response from within. Just the sound of the shower running, which honestly didn’t help matters at all. She wasn’t getting in there unless she had a battering ram. She needed to freaking pee. Now! She shouldn’t have waited so long. Her shorts felt damp from the earlier spurt, and she was minutes away from losing control.
“Get a hold of yourself.”
Her desperation was making her frantic, clouding her judgement. But with all her strength she took a deep breath and focused. Somehow, she managed to wrestle back control. Her desperation subsided by a tiny amount.
She quickly tied up her long brunette hair into a bun and took a deep breath.
Thinking a bit clearer, she thought about her options.
She could continue to wait for Owen, but there was no telling how long that would have to be. Owen was notorious for taking long showers. Something Megan was particularly miffed about. She was raised in a 5-minute shower household.
She turned around and her eyes landed on the kitchen sink. There was always that option…
At that moment, Veronica’s bedroom door opened. Lewis stepped out, shirtless, and headed to the kitchen where he got the coffee maker started. It took Megan all her will to quickly stand up straight and avoid Lewis seeing her in an awkward predicament.
“Morning,” Lewis said from the kitchen. Oblivious to her plight.
“Hey.”
Megan prayed that he didn’t hear the strain in her voice. She leaned against the wall of her hallway. Then she realized… Veronica’s room was now open! She could dash inside and use her toilet! Salvation was within her sights once again. But as if the universe had read her mind…
“Oh, um, Veronica is having really bad stomach aches,” Lewis said. “She’s been in the bathroom all morning. She wanted to ask you if she could have some of your ginger ale.”
It took Megan a few seconds to process what Lewis had said.
“Oh, sure. Is she alright?”
“Yeah, just been sitting on the toilet all morning. I think it was some of the leftovers.
Her heart sank. Veronica currently occupied the only other toilet in the apartment. So there went that option. Megan’s mind went into overdrive. Her need to pee was under control for the moment, but that could change any second. She needed a solution. Fast. The way she saw it, she had four options.
- If Megan chooses to wait for Owen to come out of the shower, skip to LATCH.
- If Megan chooses to go back to her room, go to FLOOD.
- If Megan chooses to pee in the sink, go to ESPRESSO
- If Megan chooses to take her chances with Veronica’s bathroom, go to DUET.
FLOOD
A painful pang caused Megan to double over slightly and jam her hands in her crotch.
This was embarrassing.
She was mortified that Lewis could see her doing the pee dance, even though he probably hadn’t noticed yet. No sign of Owen ending his shower. If she went back into her room, she could hold herself as much as she wanted without an audience. It was the only way.
Megan reluctantly retreated back into her room and locked the door. Now out of sight from Lewis, Megan fully twisted her legs together and squeezed hard. She pushed her hands even further into her crotch and bounced up and down.
Her cheeks flushed red. She felt like a child who couldn’t wait to go potty. She was better than that, but she’d been pushed to her absolute limit.
At least no one else was around to see her pain.
Her thoughts cleared somewhat, and that’s when she heard it. The powerful rush of water.
It wasn’t her pee thankfully. But it was the shower. The other side of her closet wall bordered the bathroom, where the tub was placed. The walls in the apartment being paper thin, Megan could clearly hear Owen’s shower. As if she was in the bathroom herself.
The sound of the rushing water made her desperation that much more unbearable.
“Fuck. I gotta pee so bad!” Megan said out loud.
There was no doubt about it. This was the worst she’s ever had to pee her entire life. Worse than spring break two years ago. Worse than prom night. Worse than that road trip a few months ago.
Her eyes wildly searched the room for anything she could pee in.
She was at that point of desperation, where she was willing to rip down her shorts and piss in the closest container.
A quick scan revealed nothing to her. Both of her water bottles were in the dishwasher and she didn’t have any used coffee mugs lying around.
The shower head on the other side of the wall continued to spew, almost mocking her.
She only had one choice left.
With all her strength, she hobbled over to her dresser and pulled out her oldest and thickest pair of sweats. She then went to her closet and pulled out three bath towels. She laid them on the floor, one of top of the other.
With careful movement, Megan gingerly slipped on the old pair of sweats, one leg after another. Right over her shorts. As soon as it was on, she clamped her legs shut once more.
Megan had never intentionally peed her pants.
It was never a thought that occurred to her. She always believed she could go through her whole life without peeing her pants, because she was an adult. And living on her own. Making her own way in the world.
Yet there she was.
Standing over the towels on the floor. In three layers of bottoms. Her breathing labored. Bladder on fire. No options left.
“Oh my God. Ughhh…”
For a few seconds, nothing happened. Her brain sent the signals to let go, but her body refused, out of years of conditioning. But then –
A spurt escaped into her panties. Then another. Then a slow stream.
Megan bit her lip and shut her eyes in humiliation. She was really doing it.
“Ohhhh….”
The slow stream gave way to a heavy flood. Pee poured out of her and into her red sweats, turning them maroon. The warm liquid cascaded down her clamped legs and soaked her bare feet. It spread on the towels, soaking them as well.
Megan uncrossed her legs, and her stream intensified. It flowed with a muffled hiss from inside her cotton pants.
She felt the warmth between her legs, all down her calves and around her feet. She felt intense relief as her bladder emptied. She quickly placed her hand over her mouth to stifle the loud moan that came with that relief.
Still peeing, Megan slowly got down to her knees on the towel. Her legs felt sore from crossing them shut, and it felt like her pee was literally draining energy out of her.
After what seemed like several minutes, her hidden stream finally came to an end.
Megan sat on the wet towels, eyes still lightly closed. When she opened them, she took a deep sigh and inspected the damage.
Her sweatpants were completely soaked. Both front and back, all the way down the pant legs. The only dry part was around the garter on her hips.
The towels were all soaked through as well, and some of the pee had gone through to the carpet underneath.
Megan took a deep breath, as if she just ran a 100 yard sprint.
“I can’t believe I just did that.”
She noticed something else. The shower was off. Owen was finally done with the bathroom.
“Of course.”
Megan slowly got up and peeled off her bottoms. Her legs were soaked with pee. She’ll have to deep clean her carpet later that day.
“At least I can shower now.”
Megan was glad the ordeal was finally over. But deep in her mind, another thought had planted itself. A small sensation that formed in the midst of her flooding her pants. During the moment between ecstasy and shame. A thought that would eventually grow into a full desire:
She liked wetting herself.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here. This will be followed up in “Megan’s New Hobby.”
ESPRESSO
She was really gonna do this. She’d made up her mind. Her poor bladder was at its breaking point. It needed to be done.
Megan turned and carefully walked towards the kitchen, where Lewis was putting creamer in his coffee. She leaned on the counter and tried her best to hide her squirming.
“Want some?”
Lewis offered the coffee pot to her.
“Oh, no thanks. I’m good.”
Drinking more liquid was literally the last thing she needed at the moment.
Lewis took his sweet time. He was what you’d call your typical dude-bro type. Well-built, tall, and laid back demeanor. Seeing him expertly making coffee was slightly strange to Megan. He was a bit of a paradox. Then he reached for a frying pan…
To her horror, Lewis took out eggs and bacon from the fridge.
Megan needed to get him out of there. He just needed to go back into Veronica’s room, and then the coast would be clear. Megan could finally take her much needed, but incredibly risky, pee. It didn’t matter though. This was her plan and she was going to stick with it.
“Whatcha making?” Megan asked.
“Just some breakfast. Basic omelet. I can make you one if you want.”
“Tempting. You working today?”
Megan tried to sound as casual as possible. But there was no way to hide the slight tremble in her voice as her bladder threatened to explode.
“No, I called off work today cause they had low census. Good thing too. Veronica might need help getting over this stomach bug.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.”
Megan did genuinely think it was really nice of Lewis to be going above and beyond for Veronica. He was a sweet guy. But her current desperation made her statement sound curt.
“Might even make pancakes if I can find the mix.”
“No!”
Lewis looked at her quizzically. Megan reeled herself back in.
“I mean, shit. I forgot to buy pancake mix. It was my turn last time.”
Megan thought that was a terrible rebound, but Lewis just shrugged and cracked open some eggs in a bowl. She needed to think of something fast. The pressure against her urethra was downright unbearable.
If she knew anything about Lewis, it was that he would move mountains for Veronica. She could use that against him in this situation.
“Is her stomach ache really bad?” Megan asked.
“Pretty bad. She’s having headaches too.”
“She might need some aspirin and some pepto.”
“Oh, good idea. You have any?”
Megan put on her best poker face.
“I’m out.” In reality, she had a full stock in her room. But she wasn’t about to tell Lewis that. She felt bad about her deception, but this needed to be done. For the good of her underwear staying dry. Now came the tough part.
“But I think the Kroger across the street is already open.”
One of the main reasons Megan loved her apartment complex was that there was a supermarket and pharmacy right across the street.
Lewis caught on. A heroic determination grew in him.
“I’ll go buy some right now. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of this. But..”
Lewis looked to the frying pan already set up. Megan nearly pounced at his hesitation.
“I can take care of breakfast! Go ahead. I got this” Megan said, trying a smile.
“You sure? Okay, thanks!”
Lewis quickly put his shirt on and was out the door within minutes.
Megan waited a few precious seconds, making sure he was truly out of the way. She couldn’t believe that worked. She felt bad, but at worse, they just got some extra Tylenol and Lewis would get to be the hero. Most importantly, Megan could finally pee!
She shuffled over to the sink. Owen was still I the shower and Veronica was still hopefully on the toilet in the other room. Now was her only window. Relief seconds away.
Megan carefully lowered her shorts and panties down past her knees. No time to be modest anymore. She turned around and hoisted herself up onto the sink, carefully balancing on the ledge. She braced herself against the bottom cabinet with her feet and held on to the sides of the sink. She wasn’t the kind of girl that would just do something so crude as to piss in a sink. But these were extenuating circumstances. Megan had to pee so bad.
Her piss practically exploded out of her. It sprayed the front rim of the sink with such force that the metallic ping seemed deafening.
Megan moaned involuntarily at the feeling of release. An incredible wave washed over her. She felt the rock that was her bladder slowly start to shrink as she expelled her liquids.
She regaled in those precious first few seconds of finally peeing, but then she noticed something.
On the kitchen counter next to the stove was Lewis’ phone. If there was another thing she knew for sure about Lewis, he never went anywhere without his phone.
Before that thought fully sunk in for Megan, the front door opened and Lewis rushed inside.
“Forgot my pho..”
Lewis stopped in his tracks. Megan was fully in his view.
“Oh fuck!” Megan squealed. Her knee jerk reaction was to quickly jump off the sink and hastily pull her shorts back up to cover herself. There was only one problem.
She couldn’t stop peeing.
The dam had burst, and there was no stopping the deluge. Pee continued to pour out of her into her shorts, soaking them completely as Megan tried to no avail to clamp her legs and muscles shut. Her pee splattered on the tile floor.
“No, no, no! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!”
She grabbed her crotch but only succeeded in soaking her hands. Lewis stared dumbfounded as Megan sprayed the kitchen floor. Her breathing quickened as she desperately tried to plug herself up. It was no use.
The bathroom door opened and Owen finally stepped out of the shower, wearing only a towel.
Without thinking twice, Megan sprinted for the open door, uncontrollably peeing the entire way. She stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door, though it didn’t latch. She tore her shorts down as her pee continued to go everywhere, and she plopped herself down on the toilet.
The water below her splashed noisily as the rest of her pee drained out of her. Only now did she notice that the seat was up. Owen hadn’t put it down again.
Megan didn’t even care. Her pee slowed to a trickle as the bathroom door hung ajar. The outside of the toilet was wet with her pee, and she had left an entire wet trail leading all the way back to the kitchen sink. Her shorts were a dripping mess around her calves, and there was a small puddle around her feet. Megan let out a sigh more of defeat rather than relief. She had basically peed all over her apartment.
Lewis and Owen stood out in the hall, both in shock at what just unfolded before them.
Megan hung her head low. She let out one last spurt of pee, and she was finally finished. Using the sink was a terrible idea. Hindsight truly was 20/20.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here.
DUET
Megan turned and glanced at Veronica’s bedroom door. Perhaps Veronica was done using the toilet or Lewis was just playing up her stomach ache. Either way, it made the most sense to go for the only other toilet in the apartment. Megan felt her bladder spasm at the possibility that she could use Veronica’s bathroom. She squeezed her legs even tighter. If she was going to act, it had to be now.
With some effort she turned and tried to walk as normal as possible past the kitchen, where it looked like Lewis was starting up the stove top to cook some bacon and eggs.
“Hey,” Lewis said absent-mindedly.
Megan’s heart skipped a beat. For some reason she felt like a prisoner trying to escape and a guard had just spotted her.
“I’m just gonna go check on Veronica. See if she’s alright.”
“Ok.”
Megan didn’t need to justify herself to Lewis at all, but she felt compelled to do it. He just shrugged and went back to cooking.
Megan pushed open the door to Veronica’s room and immediately went back to gripping her crotch as soon as she was out of Lewis’ sight.
The bathroom door hung ajar. The toilet was positioned right across from the door, so from Megan’s perspective, she could partially see Veronica’s left leg and arm. She was still sitting on the toilet. Her pajamas around her ankles. Feel planted firmly on the floor. She also saw a bit of Veronica’s dark hair draped over her. She was bent forward, her face buried in her hands. The odor coming from the bathroom was strong.
Megan heard Veronica lightly groaning to herself as she moved her bowels.
Now, Megan didn’t consider herself shy. She would describe herself as someone with an average amount of openness. She grew up with a sister, and they would pee in front of each other all the time like it was no big deal. In high school, she felt comfortable enough to go pee in front of some of her closest girlfriends. But she never pooped in front of any of them, nor would she stay in the room if one of her friends had to go number 2. She managed to get through all of college without finding herself in that situation.
Yet, here she was. About to barge in on her roommate, who she wasn’t even that close with, just so she could relieve herself.
Megan assessed the situation in her head. She wasn’t about to go in there and just pull Veronica off the toilet. But maybe, just maybe, if she could convince Veronica to get off even for just a minute so she could attempt the fastest pee she’d ever tried, it would be mission accomplished.
She lightly knocked on the door.
“Hey…” Megan fired the first shot.
“Yeah?” a groggy and strained voice responded from the other side.
“You okay?”
“Megan?”
“Yeah. Lewis told me you were feeling sick.”
“Ugh. My stomach is killing me. It hurts so bad.”
“I’m sorry. I have some pepto if you want.”
“That would be nice. Ohhhh….”
A fart followed by a wave of diarrhea came out of Veronica.
Megan didn’t immediately know what to say next. An awkward silence followed.
“Um, can I come in?”
Another awkward silence.
“I guess. But I’m not sure you’d want to.
Megan carefully pushed open the door. She was greeted by a sight that she didn’t think she’d ever see: her roommate pooping on the toilet. Veronica sat on the seat, clutching her stomach and hunched over. Her pajama bottoms and thong were bunched around her ankles. Her hair was a mess and her face was twisted in pain.
Even then, Megan noted that she still looked sexy.
Veronica was a petite girl, which made for an interesting pair with Megan when they were out shopping or running errands. Megan grew up around school sports and quiet small-town Americana. She was very athletic and wore a basic amount of makeup. She was a full four inches taller than Veronica, who many might’ve said is her polar opposite. She was slender and exotic. Trendy makeup and fake lashes were her go-to style. She let her outfits speak for her, and she spent her high school days as a dancer for the school theater. In college she found her passion in dance choreography. Her skin was tanned from growing up in South Florida, and her hair always made a statement.
Veronica looked up with exhausted eyes at Megan.
“I’m never eating at that Italian place ever again.”
Megan forced a chuckle. She was uncomfortable being around her roommate in such a vulnerable position, on top of being seconds away from pissing herself.
It was now or never.
“Hey, um, are you gonna be done soon?”
“What? Why?”
“I really, really have to pee.”
Veronica stared at her. Megan realized she probably sounded rude asking that.
“I’m literally messing my guts out right now.”
Another barrage of diarrhea blasted into the toilet. Veronica groaned. A little bit of pee also came out of Veronica, and the tinkling sound sent Megan into a full pee dance.
“I need to pee!”
“Use your own damn bathroom!”
“I can’t! Owen’s hogging the shower again!”
“Goddammit Owen.”
Veronica adjusted herself on the seat as she continued her painful poop.
“Veronica, please! I’m about to pee myself!”
“I can’t just get off the toilet! I’m still messing!”
A large spurt of pee suddenly squirted out of Megan. The front of her shorts darkened from the wetness. It wasn’t stopping.
“Oh fuck! I’m peeing! It’s coming out!”
Veronica was still going strong. Megan frantically looked around. The dam was bursting. Her eyes fell on the bathtub, which was right next to Veronica and the toilet.
No other options left, Megan threw the shower curtain aside.
“What the fuck are you doing!”
“I can’t hold it anymore!”
Hours-worth of pent up pee was starting to explode out of her. Megan turned around and practically ripped her shorts down. She sat on the edge of the tub right as her bladder muscles surrendered. Hot piss sprayed out of her urethra as Megan leaned forward and braced herself for the flood.
“Ohhhhh my Godddd,” Megan moaned in relief. Her pee stream sounded like a high-pressure hose as it sprayed the inside of the bathtub.
She sat perpendicular and close to Veronica, their knees basically touching. Veronica could only stare at Megan, mouth agape, as she moaned in ecstasy as her bladder finally emptied itself. The loud stream filling the entire bathroom.
Veronica herself added to the soundtrack as she continued to poop noisily into the toilet.
A few minutes passed, and Megan’s stream finally slowed to a trickle. Veronica was at a break between the waves of diarrhea.
Both girls sat with their shorts around their ankles, panting from the energy they just spent. Their eyes meet.
“Holy shit, that was intense,” Veronica said.
“I think that was the longest pee I’ve ever taken,” said Megan, out of breath.
“Damn, girl. I think you filled the whole tub.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t overfilled the toilet yet. It smells so bad.”
Both of them laughed. For the first time they’re both realizing how ridiculous of a situation they were currently in.
“This like a scene right out of those raunchy comedies,” Megan said.
“Ha, that’s pretty accurate.”
“Sorry about your tub.”
“Psh. I piss in there all the time. Just run the water through.”
Megan turned on the tub faucet and watched as her pee drained away with the water. The exhausting ordeal was finally over.
“Hey, can you pass me some toilet paper?”
“Sure.”
One thing was certain. Megan and Veronica were definitely a lot closer as roommates after this strange, but memorable incident.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here. This will be followed up in “Megan and Veronica’s Wild Night.”
LATCH
Megan was a strong girl. There were times when her own strength surprised even her. Running track and being on the varsity volleyball throughout high school and college have certainly built up her physicality and stamina. She prided herself in staying in shape even after college, as she continued running on a regular basis once she had moved to her new apartment. However, the muscles she didn’t expect to be doing overtime at that moment were the ones keeping her bladder precariously shut.
It had now been nearly 12 hours since she last peed. An eternity ago in her mind. As she stood, legs tightly crossed, in front of her own locked bathroom door, she ran the different scenarios in her head. They all had their downfalls.
But she was strong. And she knew this.
All she had to do was hold on until Owen finished. That would be her best option. She could do it, and she started repeating that in her mind over and over again. There were a few times in the past where she’d held her pee for longer, but those time didn’t involve her having drank so much water beforehand. This time was definitely the most her bladder had ever held.
She wasn’t going to get bested by her bladder. Her shorts were going to stay dry, and she was going to make it into that toilet and take the biggest pee of her life. She stayed where she stood, not daring to move any more. The slightest movement could set off her bladder. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead from her concentrated effort.
She could make it. Any minute now she will finally get the relief she deserved.
Several minutes passed. Lewis had ducked back into Veronica’s room, presumably to check on her. The sink was free and clear for her to use, but Megan figured that time had passed. Lewis could return to the kitchen at any second. She continued to focus on holding. But then…
A knock at the door nearly broke her concentration.
Megan shut her eyes and ignored it. Not her problem.
The knocking came again. This time more urgent. Then a voice from the other side.
“Um, Megan? Veronica? The tow truck’s here.”
Megan’s eyes shot open. A panic suddenly rose in her. Her extreme need to pee was quickly superseded by a more pressing concern. Somehow Megan made her way to the front door and swung it open.
On the other side was Kristy, their 39-year-old neighbor. Wearing workout clothes and ready for a run. She was one of the first people to reach out to them when they first moved into the apartment. By all accounts, she was a kind and caring neighbor. She was also vigilant about the parking spaces, which had saved Megan on more than one occasion.
Their apartment building was connected to the parking garage, which had designated spots for residents and visitors. It didn’t take into account the new resident buildings that were just built, so there weren’t enough spaces for all residents. If you were to arrive late at night, all the spots would be filled, and you’d have to resort to parking on the outside at the other end of the complex.
This is what had happened to Megan on the previous night. She had come home late and every single spot was filled. She didn’t want to walk all the way across the complex late at night, so she parked in a service vehicle spot on their floor and vowed to wake up early the next day so she could move it before the tow trucks came.
Clearly, she had completely forgotten about it. Thank goodness for Kristy. She greeted Megan with an upbeat smile.
“Hey, I think your car is still in the service spot.”
“Oh my God! Did the truck already pass through?”
“No, it towed someone on the second floor. But it’s coming back soon.”
“Thanks so much Kristy! You’re literally a life saver.”
“Any time.”
With a quick wave, Kristy proceeded down the hall towards the exit. Commencing her run for the day.
Megan quickly grabbed her car keys and bolted towards the parking garage. It’s like her need to pee vanished as she made her way to her car. She didn’t even bother to put her shoes or a bra on, as she would be in and out quick.
She got to the garage and was relieved to see her old Toyota still in the spot reserved for service vehicles. She played a dangerous game parking there. With her rent and current unemployment, a ticket was the last thing she needed. This time though, it seemed she had narrowly escaped it.
She got in her car and turned the ignition. The old sedan struggled to get started.
“Oh no. Don’t do this to me. Not now!”
Megan turned the ignition again. This time the car rumbled to life. She had been putting off a maintenance check since that was too expensive, and it was starting to show. But at least the car started this time.
Megan backed her car out and moved it to a resident spot, as many people have left to go to work at this point.
She quickly turned off the engine and stepped out of her car. With that panic taken care of, her need to pee was starting to return with a vengeance. Megan hurried back to her apartment before she lost the luxury of moving her legs again.
“At least that’s taken care of. It even took my mind off peeing for a bit.”
Megan hoped Owen would be done by now, and she could finally sit her butt down on the toilet and put this whole ordeal behind her.
She reached her door and turned the handle.
Locked.
Megan’s heart skipped two beats as she remembered that the apartment doors locked automatically from the inside. To prevent strangers from getting in. A feature Megan liked about the apartment. But now it might spell her doom.
To add insult to injury, Megan’s keys were in her purse inside. She always kept her car keys and house keys separate.
“This can’t be happening.”
Megan pushed her panic down and tried to remain calm. Someone could just let her in. She knocked on the door. No answer.
She knocked again. Still nothing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
Megan banged on the door. And still no one answered.
Owen was in the shower and Lewis was probably with Veronica in the bathroom. None of them would’ve heard Megan at the front door, begging to be let back in.
Megan was close to tearing up. She was seconds away from pissing herself as she stood locked out of her own apartment, barefoot and in her pajamas basically.
She took a few deep breaths and crossed her legs. She still had a few options. Her friend Marcel had an apartment in the next building. He would be cool with her coming in and using his bathroom. There was also the leasing office downstairs. They had bathrooms open to the public. Both were the same distance away from Megan, but in opposite directions. Her bladder spasmed suddenly. She had to make a decision now. The dam was about to burst.
- If Megan chooses to go to Marcel’s apartment, go LEFT.
- If Megan chooses the leasing office bathroom, go RIGHT.
LEFT
Marcel was a good friend of Megan’s. They were tight in high school and reconnected when Megan moved to the city. It was Marcel’s suggestion to check out this apartment complex when Megan and Veronica were still apartment hunting.
He was a chill guy and likely would be the best option for Megan to find a bathroom. It would be awkward, but Megan could live with that. She’d most certainly rather deal with a friend of hers than complete strangers down at the leasing office.
With a deep breath she set off to the left, toward Marcel’s apartment. It was one building over and one floor up. It seemed miles away, but Megan was still determined to make it.
She kept her thighs clamped together but being outside made her refrain from grabbing her crotch. Her walk was more of a waddle at this point.
Megan reached the other end of the hall and came upon the real challenge of this route: the stairs.
She paused at the landing and braced herself. It was just two flights up. No biggie. She just had to take it slow. Megan lifted her foot and got on the first step. Her bladder immediately spasmed at her legs coming apart. She quickly stopped and squeezed herself. Taking it slow was not a good idea. She leaned against the wall and gained back control.
With another deep breath, she power walked up the stairs as fast as she could. Her bare feet feeling the cold concrete with each step. Her bladder was clearly bulging now, and it was painful for her lower abdomen, but amazingly, she reached she reached the middle landing. Just one more flight to go. She went for a similar strategy, but halfway through, a spurt escaped onto her shorts. A substantial one.
Megan gasped, but stopping would surely bring the rest of the flood. She reached the top of the stairs and felt a streak of pee going down her leg. Her time was running dangerously close. Marcel’s apartment was just down the hall now.
She raced down it, feeling a smaller spurt come out which sent another streak of pee down her thigh. She kept her legs tight and her breaths short.
Soon salvation came into view. Apartment 4037.
Megan frantically knocked on the door as she rhythmically bounced up and down, trying hard to keep the rest of her pee from spilling out. She prayed Marcel was home.
At last, the door knob turned and the door opened. But it wasn’t Marcel that opened the door. It was Isaac. Marcel’s new roommate. The really hot one.
Megan had met Isaac only once before, when she was out at the bars with Veronica and they and run into Marcel. He had introduced them to Isaac, and immediately Megan was smitten of him. He was charming, kind, tall, and well built from playing basketball and growing up in a farm. He was starting at an engineering firm in downtown.
Shit.
Megan immediately straightened up and removed her hands from her crotch, hoping she did it in time to look normal. Standing in front of her was hunky Isaac, and she was standing there nearly pissing herself.
“Hey, Megan! What’s up?”
“Um, hey.” The shaking in her voice was apparent. From their first meeting, Megan felt a connection, and she thought maybe he was into her too. But that definitely would end if she just barged into his apartment like a crazy woman.
“You okay?” Isaac asked.
But then again pissing herself would make things even worse. Megan took a deep breath…
- Does Megan play it COOL?
- Does Megan go for being BOLD?
COOL
“I just figured I’d stop by and say hi.”
Megan’s cheeks flushed. This was off to a horrible start.
Isaac smiled good naturedly. That smile was gorgeous, thought Megan.
“Came all the way up here without any shoes?”
“Yeah, sometimes I just like to take a walk barefoot in the mornings you know?”
Her bladder was begging for release. She was at her very limit. It felt like a hot, heavy stone was at the bottom of her abdomen. Megan’s mind worked over time to try and find a way she could organically ask for the bathroom in their conversation. The opportunity wasn’t presenting itself so far.
“That’s cool. Yeah, I was just getting ready for work. Marcel is at the gym right now.”
“How’s that going? Seems like a really great company.”
“Oh, it’s been alright. Been playing catch up for the past week pretty much. A lot of their systems are hard to learn, but once you get it, it’s smooth sailing.
Isaac chuckled. Megan forced a laugh, which nearly made her pee. At this point she was sweating from all the effort put into holding. She was about to explode.
An awkward silence fell between them. Megan still trying her best not to look desperate.
“Do you wanna come in?”
“Yes! I mean, yeah sure.” Megan sounded a little too eager to answer. Her heart beat faster as she was that much closer to her objective. But she let that eagerness get the best of her. She had let her guard down, and that was enough to topple everything.
When she stepped forward to follow Isaac inside, that’s when it happened.
Mega gasped as a sharp hissing noise came from her crotch, followed quickly by heavy splattering on the floor. She had taken too big a step forward, and the floodgates burst open as a result.
“Oh fuck…” she whispered.
There was not stopping it this time. Hot piss streamed out of her pee hole, soaking her panties, her shorts, and the welcome mat that she stood on. She kept her legs twisted in a last ditch effort to step the flow, but it was no use.
Megan was frozen on the spot. The relief was immense, but the embarrassment was even stronger. Isaac stared at her, wide-eyed, as she peed her shorts for what seemed like several minutes straight. Neither of them spoke.
Finally, the stream weakened. Megan shivered from near orgasmic release. Her long legs glistened with pee as she stood in a lake of urine around her feet. She panted from having released everything, and her cheeks started to burn.
As she came back to reality, the extent of what just happened nearly crushed Megan.
Isaac was still standing in the same spot. Mouth agape. Speechless.
Any chances of getting to know Isaac better are ruined. She’d just had an accident in front of him like a child. Megan felt dizzy from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” Megan squeaked.
She quickly turned and headed down the hall, back to her apartment. Her walk of shame leaving wet footprints behind her. Her legs felt cold now that the wind had cooled her pee. She fought back tears as she reached the stairs.
At least she was empty now.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here. This will be followed up in "Megan's New Hobby."
BOLD
Her pent-up pee screamed against the walls of her bladder. The pain was the most intense she’d ever felt. She was gonna lose it if she didn’t sit on a toilet within the next few seconds.
“You okay?” Isaac asked.
Moment of truth. Megan thought, “Screw it.”
“I’m really sorry but I just got locked out of my apartment and I REALLY need to pee.”
She accentuated this by unashamedly crossing her legs and holding her crotch in front of him.
“Can I use your bathroom? Please, I have to pee so bad!”
She could see Isaac’s cheeks flush, but she didn’t care.
“Oh, um, yeah. Come in.”
“Thank you!”
Megan quickly hobbled into the apartment. She followed Isaac close as he led her into his room. It was a modest room. Not too much decoration or personality, but it was neat and cozy. The hallmarks of someone who had just recently moved in.
Isaac opened the door to his bathroom, where the toilet was in clear view through the doorway. It was as if a light from the heavens shined down on it, but it was just the bright bathroom lights.
Megan could’ve kissed Isaac right there for being her savior. She would’ve loved to have kissed him regardless, but there was no time. She was seconds away from losing all control.
“Ohmygod!” She said breathlessly as she hurried past Isaac into the bathroom.
Megan threw down the toilet seat and practically tore down her shorts. She plopped down onto the toilet, and not a moment too soon, as her pee furiously hissed out of her as soon as she was seated. Never before had she peed this forcefully. It was heaven.
“Ohhhhhhhh….”
Megan moaned in relief as her deafening pee stream blasted the water below. She sat with her knees together and feet apart. Slightly leaning forward with her elbows resting on her things. Her go-to pee position.
Her eyes were lightly closed and her legs wobbled as she felt the orgasmic relief. Her piss wasn’t letting up, still spraying like a fire hose into the bowl.
“Ahh. That feels so fucking good.”
After several seconds, Megan opened her eyes and realized Isaac was still standing by the open door. She hadn’t bothered to close it. Megan started feeling embarrassed, but her relief far outweighed that at the moment. His eyes were wide like saucers, and his mouth agape. But it wasn’t a look of disgust. More a look of astonishment. Or even… lust?
Megan regarded him and her suspicions were confirmed. Isaac had a raging bulge under his pants. Was he getting turned on by this? Maybe it was her heightened state of relief, or the fact that she’s already crossed the pee barrier with this guy, but Megan was feeling bold.
Her eyes met Isaac’s. It’s as if he couldn’t look away.
“Holy crap. I had to go so bad. I thought I wasn’t gonna make it.”
Isaac could only nod dumbly. Megan’s racehorse stream was still going strong. Echoing against the walls of the small bathroom. Megan gave him a naughty look and bit her lip.
“You like watching me?”
Isaac vigorously nodded. For some reason, that really turned Megan on. This hot guy was actually getting off on her peeing. She wasn’t about to let this go to waste.
With a sultry smile, Megan slowly opened her legs, giving Isaac a full view of her pussy as she continued to piss into the toilet. The steady golden stream was seemingly endless.
“You gonna do something about it?” Megan stopped, then restarted her stream. A tease.
“Fuck yeah.”
Megan felt hot and heavy. This was actually happening. At that moment, all she wanted was for Isaac to tear her clothes off and have his way. Her stream slowed to a steady patter, but Isaac was already taking his shirt off. She smiled wildly.
“Close the door.”
Isaac obeyed and shut the door behind him.
He then kneeled in front of Megan on the toilet. He reached his hand between her legs and felt the stream of urine splashing his fingers. Gently, he reached up and ran his fingers over her vagina, and Megan saw stars and fireworks. It was a sensation unlike any other, and she couldn’t help but let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan.
As he continued to work her, she leaned forward and sank her lips into Isaac’s, feeling his tongue in a deep kiss.
What followed would be several minutes of pure pleasure for the both of them, followed by an immense orgasm as Megan finished her pee with Isaac’s fingers deep inside her.
Megan got up off the toilet and kissed Isaac vigorously as they stumbled into his bedroom.
They spent the next hour in Isaac’s bed, in what Megan could only describe as the best sex she’s ever had. It was amazing. In a way, Megan was glad she held her pee for so long. She wouldn’t have met Isaac and his kink regardless.
Afterwards, as she laid next to Isaac on his bed, panting and drenched in sweat, she began to feel a familiar sensation.
She looked to the handsome guy next to her and bit her lip.
“I have to pee again.”
That was all he needed to hear. Both naked, they headed back to the bathroom.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here. This will be followed up in “Megan Goes on a Date.”
RIGHT
Marcel might not be home, so her best option would be the leasing office.
She’d have to get there quick. She was three floors up, the leasing office was at the very front of the complex, and she could feel another spurt coming on. Megan squeezed her legs together and took a deep breath. She could do this.
Quickly, she scurried over towards the parking garage, where the stairs were. The contents of her over-filled bladder sloshed around with every painful step.
The wind picked up and Megan felt a chill. Only now did she realize her attire. She would be walking into the leasing office, which could be filled with people, in a loose sleeveless shirt, no bra, old running shorts that she’s had since high school, and no shoes.
Megan prayed that there wouldn’t be anyone loitering in the office. Usually there would be at least one person behind the front desk. But was it too much to ask for them to step out for a coffee run? She could only hope -
FSSST.
Megan froze in place as she felt warmth between her legs. Another spurt had come out. This time it was bigger. She could feel a bead of pee as it trickled down her right leg.
“No, no. Please, no.”
She pleaded with the universe to let her last just a few more minutes. At this point, she had reached the parking garage and the stair well was in sight.
Megan then realized that going down the stairs might have disastrous results, especially with this latest leak.
Her eyes drifted to the left, where her car was parked mere feet away. She still held her car fob in her had. Maybe there was another way. She could take her car and drive down to the leasing office. It would be faster, and she could avoid the stairs altogether. She would just have to be careful with the speed bumps.
Megan stood with her legs tightly crossed. She was afraid to move. Her painful bladder could explode any second. Her eyes moved back and forth between the stairs and her car.
- Does Megan choose her CAR?
- Does Megan choose the STAIRS?
CAR
With concerted effort, Megan pivoted and hobbled towards her car. Better to play it safe. At this point, she’d been holding her pee for several hours. What started as a small annoyance as she fell asleep was now a gigantic snowball that was continuously expanding in her lower abdomen.
How she wished she could’ve just gotten up and peed last night.
She started feeling numb. Her bladder genuinely stung, and she was afraid she would develop a UTI from these shenanigans. Never again would she let herself get to this state. At lease she hoped. She’d only felt this pain a few times before. This was certainly the worst of it.
Megan sucked air through her teeth as she struggled to hold on.
She reached her old sedan and carefully stepped into the driver’s seat. Sitting back down after holding it this long proved to be a dangerous endeavor. Part of Megan’s mind wanted to think they were finally sitting on a toilet. It took all of Megan’s mental and physical strength to clamp herself shut and hold her pee back.
“Ohhhhhh Goddddd I gotta peee!!!”
Now in the confines of her car, Megan yelled her desperate need.
Rapidly cursing under her breath and leaning forward on the chair, Megan took the key and turned the ignition.
The car sputtered. Then nothing.
“What the fuck?”
Megan turned the key again.
Nothing.
“You’ve gotta be messing me.”
Her car was old, and it’s seen its fair share of engine failures and breakdowns. But this was literally the worst time for it to happen. Because of her expensive rent, Megan had put off taking her car in for service so she could save a bit more cash. Now, it seems that this was coming back to haunt her.
She tried a third time and the engine turned over… only to die again seconds later.
“Nooooo!! Fuck! Not now! WHY!!! Goddammit!!!”
Megan quickly had to reel herself back in with a few deep breaths. She nearly lost control of her bladder with her last yell.
She wanted to cry. It seemed like the universe was throwing everything in her way. Like she was deliberately being punished.
But she wasn’t giving up. Not until her pants were completely soaked or when she finally reached a toilet to sit on.
Megan knew that she could use the choke function on the car to get it started, but that was 50/50 and who knows how long she had to do that for before it could start. She then saw something out of the corner of her eye:
A small plastic smoothie cup. One she had forgotten to throw away from the other day. It was the size of a child’s soda cup, but it was better than nothing.
- If Megan chooses to keep trying the ignition, go to CHOKE.
- If Megan chooses to pee in the cup, go to SLUSH.
CHOKE
She could do this. She just had to hold on for a bit longer.
Megan pulled on the choke switch behind the steering wheel and turned the ignition once gain. Nothing. She tried once more, but again, nothing.
“Come on you piece of crap! Please! I need this!”
She pumped the gas and turned the ignition over and over. She flipped the choke switch until she was blue in the face.
Finally…
The engine sputtered to life!
It was the most beautiful sound Megan could’ve heard.
“Yes! Yes! Hell yeah!”
Without wasting a second, Megan put the car in gear and quickly backed out of the spot. Perhaps a bit too recklessly. Megan sped around the corner and headed towards the exit, following the standard spiral pattern of many parking garages.
This small victory was what Megan needed. Now with some of the stress cleared, she started to laugh at how ridiculously long she’s had to pee and the lengths she was now going through to get to that goal.
But now it should be smooth sailing to the leasing office. She would be in there and peeing in the bathroom to her heart’s content within minutes.
At least, in a perfect world that’s what would happen.
She was so engrossed in her victory that Megan almost didn’t see it. A speed bump.
She quickly slammed on her brakes, hitting the bump at a much slower speed. Though it still made the car bounce and her bladder along with it.
Megan squealed in agony as the sudden jolt threatened to open her floodgates, but somehow she managed to hold on.
As she continued through the garage, Megan was more vigilant. She got sloppy and careless, and it nearly cost her.
The next bump she saw from a mile away, and this time she was ready. She eased the car to a slow trot can got over the bump without so much as feeling a slight change in elevation. That was two speed bumps down.
The next bump wasn’t kind to her bladder either. She took it as carefully as she could but it still made a few drops come out.
Megan was exhausted from holding so much pee in, but victory was literally in sight.
The leasing office was several hundred feet away form the garage exit. She was almost there.
Her foot stepped on the pedal, yearning to get there faster.
And that’s when her car hit the pothole. The pothole right outside the parking garage exit that management has been promising to patch up since last spring. Megan’s car dipped low on one of its wheels as it hit the hole with a sickening thud. And that was all it took.
The violent jolt sent a spasm through Megan so sudden that she gasped.
And what followed were the floodgates finally bursting open.
Megan quickly pulled off to the side to try and hold it back, but it was no use. A loud gush came from underneath her.
“Oh no…”
Megan, mouth agape, looked down to see her shorts darkening in color as pee exploded from her between her legs. It pooled onto her old leather seat, completely soaking her butt and thighs.
It sounded like a muffled faucet as pee continued to pour out of her. Megan’s cheek’s flushed red, but there was no denying how immense the relief felt.
Megan’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head, and she rested her forehead onto the steering wheel with her mouth hung open in a silent moan.
She stayed like that for what seemed like minutes. The forceful stream flooded the entire driver’s seat, so much so that pee started dripping off the sides and onto the floor.
After a few more moments, the stream finally weakened, and Megan sat back up. She let out an audible sigh and inspected the damage. Her shorts and legs were completely soaked. So was the floor of her car. As she straightened herself in her seat, her legs squelched around at the lake of piss she was sitting on.
Megan felt humiliated and gross. She hadn’t had a true accident like this since middle school. But she also felt incredibly relieved. Her bladder still hurt from all the strain it was put through, but the feeling of emptiness she now felt was loads better.
What’s more, at least no one else had seen her have an accident.
Megan turned her car around and headed back to the parking garage, careful to avoid that damn pothole. As Megan sat in her pee-soaked chair, she started thinking about how she was going to clean all of this up.
That was a worry for another time though. Right now she had to figure out how she was going to get back inside her own apartment without anyone seeing her pee-soaked shorts.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here.
SLUSH
Megan quickly grabbed the empty cup and inspected it. She could already tell with the amount that’s threatening to burst out of her that this cup wasn’t going to be enough. But she didn’t have much choice did she?
Trying to choke the car could take several minutes. Several minutes she didn’t have.
She was going to have to do this.
Megan quickly scanned the garage outside. No one in sight. No cars. No people. Good. Her windows weren’t tinted, so anyone in the vicinity would clearly what she was doing. She quickly yanked her shorts down to her ankles.
With another paranoid glance around, Megan careful lifted herself with her legs and hovered over the driver’s seat. She quickly placed the small cup directly under her exposed vagina. With her other hand, she placed against her door, keeping balance.
This wasn’t the first time Megan had to pee while in her car, but during all of those times, she had a much bigger container and much less liquid inside her.
A strong spurt suddenly burst forth, only half of it making it into the cup.
“Dammit!”
Megan frantically readjusted herself and let her muscles relax.
Another small spurt came out. Then another. This time mostly hitting the cup. Then, a thick rope of pee arced out of her urethra and splashed into the cup. The force splattered pee on Megan’s hand and her car seat.
She didn’t feel the relief at first. Between the stress of aiming it into the small cup and the strain of balancing herself in a high squat, Megan worked up sweat.
However, as more pee emerged from her, she started to feel the immense relief –
Which she quickly had to cut short because the cup was already full.
Megan had to plug up the flow with a pained yelp. Her stream had just began to really come out when she stopped. Quickly she opened her car door and dumped out the contents of the full cup onto the pavement. Wasting no time, she shut the car door and got back into position. She could only hold her stream back for a few seconds to empty the cup before she would lose control.
Once again, her pee flowed. The relief was immediate this time.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh………”
It felt incredible. Her bladder deflated like a balloon.
A few seconds later Megan had to stop it again, as the cup was overflowing. She quickly poured it out of the car and place the warm cup underneath her.
The sound of a door opening made her seize up.
A middle-aged couple entered the garage. Thinking quickly, Megan sat back down on her car seat and placed the cup on the floor. With any luck, they would quickly be gone. To her horror, the car right next to hers beeped in response to the couple’s keys. They were heading straight for her.
In her back seat was an old hoodie, and Megan quickly grabbed it and draped it over her exposed legs. She tried to act nonchalant and pretended to look through her glove box as the couple approached their car.
Megan hoped they wouldn’t see or smell the puddle of piss next to their car. Her vagina burned and ached as she struggled to hold on. It was a thousand times worse to hold in a stream cut short.
The couple boarded their car and started the engine, but they didn’t leave immediately.
Megan desperately crossed her legs under the hoodie, her shorts getting tangled around her ankles. She was in utter agony, but she still tried to keep a neutral face.
After what seemed like an eternity, the couple finally backed out of the parking space and drove off.
Megan quickly threw the hoodie off and brought her legs up onto the chair. She got into a full squat in her car seat and immediately resumed peeing in the cup. She peed more forcefully this time, fearing that someone else could pass by any second.
Once it was full, she once again opened her car door a crack and poured the piss out.
She repeated this process four more times before she felt her bladder was finally empty. As she poured out the last cup, Megan let out a sigh.
It felt like she just ran a marathon. Her legs were sore, and her bladder was numb. Her head was still swimming from all the relief and the stress of the situation.
She carefully pulled up her shorts, not bothering to wipe. She didn’t have anything to wipe with and her shorts were damp anyways.
Megan got out of her care, careful to avoid the enormous puddle that had formed next to her car.
Regarding it, she couldn’t believe she was able to hold that much.
With another exhausted sigh, she headed back to her apartment. Perhaps someone would be able to open the door for her, now that her most pressing need was taken care of.
- If you chose this route, the story ends here.
STAIRS
- If you made it this far, stay tuned for an epic conclusion in Part 3!
Edited October 15, 2020 by exeloro
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First of all, Konosuba is a great show and please support the official release. Watching with ads on vrv is easy, or read their original novels. The anime is great though.
For those who are already fans, this story is written in the style of the series, with comedy and dashes of sexiness, fantasy, and a bit of heart.
Really hope you guys enjoy this, this is just one short story, there'll be no continuation from me.
Enjoy!
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On the surface, it was a great day. Megumin had the house all to herself (minus Darkness) while Kazuma and Aqua were relegated to defeating some shrub monsters in a quest. They’d gone off with the same confidence that Kazuma had had right before challenging a slime.
Problem was, Darkness had come to Megumin with a proposal. She was on the couch playing with Chomusuke, and Darkness had just asked her to participate in a contest.
Not the type she did with YunYun, no, this was a peeing contest apparently. “And we just hold our pee until we can’t?”
“That’s right.” Darkness sat down with her, pleading with her eyes. Still, Megumin could see her blush and knew she’d derive pleasure from it.
“Definitely now. First of all, you have a bigger bladder than me.”
“You said Crimson Demons don’t pee.”
“Well, of course not! But, if we did, then you’d have a bigger bladder. Second, ask Aqua to do it instead.”
“Well, I did, but-”
“She turned you down.”
“She turned me down. Please Megumin?”
“Oh all right. Besides, this is simply a new contest for me.” After that, Darkness swept her up in instructions that she’d clearly already thought through. On the room’s table, cups of water were already waiting for them, placed much too conveniently. According to the rules, the two would keep drinking water during the day and going to the bathroom, flushing their kidneys until they would get desperate easily.
“So wait, we have to wait until night for the contest?” asked Megumin.
At night.
Finally, Megumin was feeling desperate on the couch. Despite her struggle, crossing her legs and feigning nothing was wrong, Darkness was still able to go without signs of desperation, leaning wearing her customary black under suit. It was hard, even with Chomusuke cheering for her on a chair, Megumin knew that she probably wasn’t going to win the contest.
Worse came the worst, Megumin didn’t want to have to result to her spell. Not Explosion, no, her secret spell that she kept hidden out of shame.
Another wave Megumin’s bladder, almost making her squirt. She rushed to hold herself with her hands, but quickly pulled them back at the sound of the foyer door opening. Despite her need, she had to show that she could do this without embarrassing herself.
Kazuma and Aqua trudged up the stairs into the room. Unsurprisingly, they were scratched and dirty from what looked like leaves and twigs. “So, you guys didn’t have a plan for the shrubs, I take it?”
Kazuma replied, frustrated, “How was I supposed to know they were GIANT PLANT MONSTERS!”
“Kazuma,” Aqua smugly said, “I thought you’d learned your lesson by now of underestimating monsters. That’s why I followed you lead. Now look at me! I’m dirty, tired, and we wouldn’t even be back for if it wasn’t for me.”
Kazuma relentlessly pinched Aqua’s cheeks. “Useless goddess, we wouldn’t have been in trouble if you’d told me!”
Darkness, while she looked to squirm now, asked, “So, how’d you guys escape?”
Now massaging her face from Kazuma’s pinches, said scathingly, “Oh, well, they killed Kazu-trash and left. Then I revived him.” Still bickering, the two left to get cleaned up.
The contest was still on. Megumin was at her limit, and despite now holding herself, she inadvertently squirted. Even with her short dress, it was still a problem. There was no way Megumin would use her forbidden spell, so she had to resort to desperate measures.
“Megumin, what are you doing.” Megumin had put on her mischievous face, the wide one she used before wreaking havoc. Jumping onto darkness, she started tickling her and trying to push on her bladder. Chomuske cheered her on. Between laughter, Darkness breathed, “No, Megumin, you’ll make me pee.” Megumin knew that Darkness could push her off, but she was laughing and enjoying herself too much. That was what the contest was for, after all.
Things, and bladders, took a turn for the worse when Darkness accidentally softly kneed Megumin, causing her to leak. She couldn’t do anything, her panties were soaking and drops were about to fall down her legs. Without her consent, her secret spell activated. It wouldn’t be readily visible, but a glyph appeared on her panties, warming them until they were smoking and vaporizing pee. Megumin wouldn’t have to clean anything now, but using the spell was horrible for her!
Meanwhile, Darkness had surrendered and was peeing forcefully. She’d held a lot more than Megumin, and she leaned onto the floor to not wet the sofa. Despite this, she was clearly enjoying herself, panting and blushing. The puddle under her was the easiest way to tell she was peeing, due to her black clothes.
Disentangled, Darkness conceded. “Good job Megumin.” Standing up, she was smiling. “While we never set tickling in the rules, being forced to let go was just…” Calming herself, she continued, “Well, I’m off to my room to relax. Thanks.”
Megumin didn’t respond much. Wallowing in misery, despite her loss, she held Chomusuke. She’d sworn that Explosion was all that she’d use. Her panties were still smoking. And the magic system didn’t even let her unlearn spells. Thinking about it, she couldn’t sit still over her shame. Resolved to solve it, she left the room to go apologize to Darkness. Maybe then she could start beating herself over it. Chomusuke stayed behind, curled next to the fireplace.
The room was easy enough to find, Megumin knew the mansion well enough by now. When she got to the wooden door, however, it was slightly open already. Before going in though, she heard Darness breathing heavily and peeked inside first. By the time she’d looked, it was too late to unlook.
Darkness was naked on her lush bed, her clothes strewn on the ground. Her legs were spread and she was rubbing her… Megumin didn’t want to say it. Her lady parts. Despite this, Megumin didn’t look away as she stroked herself faster until she moved her hips and moaned loudly. Laying back, she spread out until she looked and noticed the onlooker.
“Who is it? Kazuma, I swear to Eris, if it’s you…” She stopped when she saw Megumin open he door timidly. “Oh. Megumin, come in.” Darkness grabbed her bedsheet and covered herself, patting the bed to tell Megumin to sit down.
“Sorry for peeking in.” She genuinely was, she’d lost her confidence at the sight.
“It’s fine, I should’ve checked to close the door. You, uh, know what masturbation is?”
“No…?”
“Well, I’ll teach you when you’re older. Better me than Aqua. But, anyway, what did you come for.”
Ashamed, Megumin said, “Well, I… Truth is that I cheated in our contest. Explosion isn’t the only spell I know. The other is really small and dumb, it basically just heats up my panties to vaporize my mess.”
“You wanted to focus on Explosion magic, right?”
Megumin stretched on the bed, thinking before she spoke. “It was back when I lived in the Crimson Demon village. They’d sent me outside the village to practice Explosion magic, just like here.”
“Because your magic creates widespread ecological destruction.”
“I’m surprised you even know that word. But anyway, I didn’t pee and think before using the magic, so I ended up incapacitated and peed myself after an hour. And then I activated the magic, I’d learned it in a book, and then…” She started tearing up. “And then, Explosion wasn’t the only spell I knew and nobody came and I went back but it was too late…”
Touched, Darkness hugged Megumin. “And now I can’t get rid of the spell.”
“Well, can you use it on other people?”
Megumin wiped her face. “Yeah, why?”
“Because I think me and Aqua could really use your help there. Do you know how many times we’ve accidentaly went? It’d be really useful. Kazuma wouldn’t even care.”
“Well, I guess.”
“See? Now, let’s go to bed, and tomorrow you can try testing on us? Sound good?”
Regaining her mischevious confidence, she said, “Of course! I can’t be disheartened by a little spell! I’ll work it to death!” Little bit softer, “Thanks Darkness.” She waved as she left the room, back to her perky self. |
REUPLOAD (Posted in the wrong forum lol)
This is the first chapter of a commission for @Zuorsara!
Lots of setup/scene building here, but hopefully it's still enjoyable heh
CHAPTER 1: The Expedition
*BAM BAM BAM*
Melina Malwick awoke with a start to the sound of a harsh pounding at the door to her quarters. She quickly bolted upright, promptly bonking the back of her head against the low-sitting shelf situated just above her desk with a dull *thud*. She immediately lurched back over, wincing and sucking air through her teeth as pain blossomed from the impact point; a throbbing ache that radiated all throughout her cranium. Biting back a curse and blinking the stars out of her eyes, the young woman sat up more carefully, massaging her head through her honey-blonde curls as she peered down at the yellowed pages of the reagent guide she’d been perusing when she fell asleep.
-the practical applications of springsprig are a source of debate among most alchemic scholars, though claims have been made of its ability to soothe burns, and some even posit that it can be used to treat werewolf bites if combined with the fungus from aetherwood trees. Furthermore, the-
The following words were nigh intelligible over the next few lines, the ink looking to have been smudged by a few blotches of some sort of dried stain…she’d been drooling.
Lovely.
Sighing, Melina straightened up from under the shelf, still rubbing at her head. She looked towards the wooden slat and the collection of utensils, books and tomes upon it, trying to see if any of them had tumbled over. Everything seemed orderly; not one delicate instrument or decaying, mildewed spine out of place. She winced again as the light reflecting off the many beakers and vials shone into her eyes, exacerbating the throbbing pain in her still tender head. As she scrunched them closed and brought a hand up over her face to block out the glare, the knocking came again, even louder this time.
“Melina!” an agitated female voice called from the other side of the door. It was Priscilla, fellow alchemic apprentice and Melina’s best friend since childhood.. They’d done nearly everything together before and since coming under Master Arwen’s tutelage, and were considered some of his brightest pupils... even at the relatively young age of 19.
Another couple loud knocks. “Melina...Are you awake!? We’re leaving soon and Master Arwen says he won’t wait for anyone today! Hurry up!”
Melina’s blood turned to ice as she realized that she’d woken up late, again...On today of all days.
“Dammit!” She hissed as she hurriedly pushed back from the desk, glaring towards the door.
“Nng… I’m coming, Pris, just… tell him I bumped my head, but I’m on my way!” She called, hurriedly smoothing out the wrinkles on the roughspun cotton tunic and trousers she’d accidentally slept in.
There was a huff from the other side of the door.
“You’d better be! If you leave me to go by myself with these tosspots, I’ll deck you when I get back!” The exclamation was followed by a series of angry-sounding footsteps away from the door, accompanied by some intelligible grumbling.
Melina leapt to her feet, stumbling a little as the feeling began to return to her legs from her strange sleeping position.. She rubbed at her thighs, trying to soothe the sore muscles in it as she quickly glanced around her cramped little quarters. There was little space to move around, as most of it was taken up by the large alchemist’s desk she’d accidentally slept at. It filled a whole wall by itself and jutted a few feet into the room, crowding her bed, nightstand and wardrobe into whatever little extra corners they could fit into in the tiny cabin and giving one an accurate perception of Melina’s priorities. Of course, that desk was certainly earning its keep; every inch of it was covered in sheets of crumpled parchment, half-rolled scrolls and the odd quill still tracing ink across the hard wooden surface. A stack of quick and messy writings Melina had been cobbling together sat under a spent candle-holder, and she could see the dried splotches of wax on the parchment where the candle had spilled over.
Blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face, Melina strode over towards the ratty oaken wardrobe shoved unceremoniously between her workstation and the bed, practically squished on either side by the furniture. With a sigh, she pulled open the doors, reaching in to grab a tanned hide vest, a rawhide belt, and her favorite pair of leather boots she wore whenever she conducted any outdoor experiments.
She hurriedly pulled the vest on over her tunic as she looked around on the ground for a belt, cursing her late start. What a way to be on the morning of her first real alchemic expedition of the season. She’d been looking forward to this day for weeks now; re-reading all the field notes from previous alchemists’ journeys, meticulously poring over all known maps of their designated area cross-referenced with contributions from Man, Elf and faefolk... she’d even got herself a fresh new mortar and pestle from the market a few days ago, untainted by her previous experiments, in preparation for this excursion.
But, of course when the time came, she had just slept right through the rooster’s crow, slumped over on a book, like always.
It wasn’t as though she’d not had a good reason…why, she’d been up half the night poring over her old texts, trying to remember the specific functions of each reagent she expected to encounter. In fact, she hadn’t even remembered falling asleep, having told herself she’d read only one chapter before bed…a lie she’d fed herself for hours on end as she “one-more-chapter”ed her way through half the book.
With another sigh, she quickly dropped to her hands and knees, coughing at the dust she kicked up as she reached under her bed and pulled her old traveling knapsack out. She thanked her lucky stars she’d had the foresight to at least halfway pack it with supplies… it already contained her notebook, her field guide, a couple flint rocks for fire and her whittling knife. She got back to her feet, darting around her room and grabbing random bits of parchment and a quill to stuff haphazardly into the pack, her anxiety at being left behind mounting with every minute. As she stuffed the pack strap between her teeth and threw herself onto the bed to begin pulling on her boots, there was another knock at the door.
“Melina?” said another voice, though this one was male, belonging to Master Arwen’s eldest apprentice, a young man named Ewand.
Reddening at having yet another of her colleagues come to enquire about her whereabouts, Melina set her jaw. “I uhweddy told Pwif, Ull be out inna minnuf!” She exclaimed around a mouthful of leather as she wrestled the first boot onto her foot.
The voice on the other side of the door waited a moment before speaking.
“…Sorry, Mel, I…just wanted to make sure everything was okay… you’ve been talking about this trip forever, I’d’ve thought you’d be the first one up…” He finished with a chuckle.
Melina scowled as the blush on her cheeks deepened. She spat out the pack strap, glaring at the door. “I said I’ll be out in a second, leave me alone!” She hissed, a bit more harshly than she meant to.
Another stretch of silence.
“Okay, uh…well, we’re meeting over by gateposts…Arwen’s already there, so, better move fast…” The boy said, sounding quite deflated as he turned and left.
Melina immediately felt a surge of guilt at her snappy response as she continued to struggle with her clothes, huffing gently. She also noticed a twinge in her bladder, urging her to take her morning pee, but she brushed the sensation aside. This was her third tardy in as many weeks; the fact that she was allowed to come along at all was a miracle. She had no time for anything but getting dressed and getting out.
She tugged on her second boot and quickly stood up, turning to the smudged mirror propped up against the bed as she grabbed a piece of cloth from the dresser. She glanced at her svelte form in the glass as she pulled her wavy, golden locks back into a ponytail behind her. Her bright blue eyes peered anxiously back at her as she worked on tying her hair off, her teeth chewing her bottom lip as she pulled the cloth tight. She scooped up the knapsack and pulled her cloak from its hanging perch next to the door, throwing it over her shoulders before taking one last cursory glance around the room. With a nod, she strode to the door, pulling it open and heading out into the morning light.
The cool, misty morning air greeted Melina as she stepped out of her cabin, the dew on the grassy knoll twinkling in the light of the barely risen sun as it peeked over the roofs of her fellows’ cabins.
All of Arwen’s apprentices lived in a little collection of huts at the edge of the village, where they could conduct their strange and possibly dangerous experiments without worrying about being a nuisance to the rest of the town. It was odd for a master alchemist to take on more than one protege, let alone a whole class of them... but Arwen was adamant about ‘fostering the next generation curious minds’, as he put it, and Melina was glad of it. His wisdom and knowledge were invaluable to her development in her craft, and he’d also come to be somewhat of a father figure to her after she’d left her small village of Ockley for the capital all those years ago.
Melina's cabin was the furthest up of the bunch, with a direct path down towards the wooden posts signaling the furthest edge of the town, a little ways away from the thick forest that covered the rest of the horizon. Behind her was a short jaunt up to castle town proper, and beyond it, shrouded by early morning fog, was Lothlowell Castle, home of the royal family of Rivenwelle. Melina had never seen the royal family, save for the occasional processional, and all she knew of them were the stories she’d heard from Master Arwen about how their mandate for expansion into the forest for lumber, stone and spices had brought prosperity to the city…at the expense of some of the forest’s denizens.
Melina squinted down the path, her heart beating anxiously. What if she was too late? What if she’d been left behind? She strode further from the cabin, craning her neck as she came up over the hill...and to her great relief, she could clearly see all of her fellow apprentices clustered around the wooden posts, no doubt receiving a pre-excursion briefing from their Master.
She felt her shoulders sag, releasing their tension.They hadn’t left yet.
She took off in a sprint down the slick path, taking care not to slip as she hurried towards the small gathering.
As she approached, she realized the reason for the delay; she could hear Master Arwen’s thin, reedy voice rambling on in one of his long-winded musings, no doubt on his opinions of some controversial alchemic practice or other. The closer she got, the more of his words she could make out.
“…And of course, one can always conjecture about the morality of harvesting dragon dung, but I believe the temerity involved in such a task would- ah! Melina!”
The group of apprentices turned as Melina raced towards them, moving aside to reveal a tall, slender man clad in his own long tunic and trousers, wrapped in a cloak that was a bit too short for his lanky build. He was bald save for a shock of white hair around his crown, and a pair of equally white bushy eyebrows wiggled above a mismatched pair of eyes; one jade green, one an almost translucent violet. Both of them focused on Melina as she ran up to him, panting heavily from the sprint.
“Miss Malwick…” He murmured, his thick white mustache twitching comically as he regarded his breathless apprentice. “I do hope you realize this is your third tardy this month?”
Melina slowed to a stop in front of her fellows, immediately hunching over with her hands on her knees, her chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath.
“Apologies, Master Arwen…” She gasped. “Up late…studying texts…springsprig...”
The man snorted gently. “Hmm…trying to appeal to my love of a studious mind, eh, Miss Malwick?” He murmured, waggling a finger at her. “’Tis no excuse for multiple lapses in punctuality, my dear. Why, it’s only by providence you arrived before we left…though I suppose I did get a bit carried away myself…er, did I answer your question, Priscilla, dear?” He asked, his eyes shifting to a young, molasses-skinned woman with curly, dark hair, her considerable hips cocked to the side as she was addressed.
“Yes, Master Arwen, thank you.” She murmured, her hazel eyes shifting towards Melina with a knowing grin.
Melina’s cheeks reddened slightly, and she returned it gratefully, mouthing “thank you” to her friend as Master Arwen turned about. “Well now, since we’re all here…” He said, planting his hands on his hips and looking ahead towards the dense treeline. “Best we get started, eh? To the forest!”
~~
Melina fell in next to Priscilla as the group started down the dirt path, the sun climbing higher as they walked.
“Thanks for that…” She muttered, shouldering her pack. “Were you waiting long?”
Priscilla smirked. “Long enough. I could tell Arwen was getting ready to shove off, so I…asked a simple question about his views on harvesting reagents from living creatures, and let him take it from there. Figured that ought to buy you at least ten minutes…”
Melina chuckled. “That all? Looked like he was just warming up when I got there…”
Priscilla laughed in return, her eyes sparkling. “Guess I should be thanking you, then, huh? But seriously…” her mirthful disposition diminished as she fixed her friend with a concerned glance. “...You know how he is about these expeditions, Mellie. ‘The position of the cosmos determines our luck’, and all that. He really might’ve left without you…And you’re coming up on your 20th winter, you really should be past such things...”
Melina’s smile faded, and she sighed. “I know, I just…I really was up all night...I wanted to make sure I was as prepared as possible, you know? I spent the whole bloody evening in that Codex of Reagents Moste Currious…”
At this, Priscilla frowned. “Mel…tell me you didn’t fall asleep at your workstation again…”
When the blonde only offered a sheepish smile, Priscilla rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Honestly, Mellie, you know how dangerous that is!" She admonished her friend with a disapproving glare. "Just imagine if you’d tipped over your candle, o-or broken one of your vials! We work with extremely volatile materials!”
Melina sighed again, adjusting her knapsack. “I know, Pris, I know…” She muttered, but she knew her friend’s words to be true. A good alchemist never worked past the point of exhaustion. Lack of sleep led to slower reflexes and impaired spacial awareness, and one was always only one clumsy move away from knocking over a flask of distilled wyrmsbane or a tin of blanched oakenfrog skin and blowing a hole in the floor. She really should have been more careful...
As they continued to walk, Melina felt another twinge in her abdomen…a signal from her bladder that it would require her attention soon. She wasn’t surprised…she hadn’t relieved herself since early yesterday evening before sequestering herself to her cabin to pore over her notes…something that made it her late awakening even more unfortunate as it had caused her to completely forgo a visit to the privy before joining her fellow apprentices.
However, it mattered not. Melina was blessed in many areas; a powerful mind, a steady hand...and a surprisingly large and unequivocally strong bladder. If there was anything Melina was good at, it was holding her waters far longer than one would expect from a girl of her size and age. Nearly a day could pass and she’d hardly feel an urge, whilst her friends availed themselves of the village cisterns more than a few times before she even went once. It was something she prided herself on, in fact, and it was especially helpful during the times when she concocted Erlung Draughts that required near constant supervision for hours on end in a manner that would leave lesser women either abandoning their workstations, or pulling aside their gussets to gush into the dirt below them.
“...Hey…”
Melina was jostled out of her introspection by Priscilla’s elbow, the girl peering at her with a frown. “Where’d you go?”
Melina blinked with a slightly rosy face, shaking her head. “Ah, sorry, just…thinking about today…I still can’t believe Arwen’s actually taking us to the lumencap patch…”
Priscilla’s expression of concern blossomed back into a wide grin. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? I’ve heard that during a full moon, they glow so brightly that it looks like daytime…” She breathed, her eyes misting over.
Melina’s own smile widened in response. “And they say the pure extract from the tip’ll make you giddy for a few moments, if you harvest it at the right time…of course, that’s if you believe in such things, I myself am more interested in how the shavings from the stem reacts in a Tangellian Tincture...” The young alchemist’s walking speed increased in speed as her excitement rose, forcing her friend to jog a little to catch up.
“How brightly d’you reckon they’ll be glowing? It’s still early spring so we’ve not got a full day of sun yet...” Melina pressed on. “Master Arwen says just after dawn or dusk’s the best time to see them…we shouldn’t be off by too much, and I brought my own mortar! I can sample the caps-”
“Oi, ease up, Mellie…” Priscilla chuckled, re-shouldering her own pack. “We’ve gotta get there first…”
Melina suddenly clammed up, realizing that she’d begun to ramble, just like Arwen. “Ah...sorry…” She chuckled, running her hand through her hair again. In truth, she took after their Master in more ways than she’d care to admit, both in passion for the subject and a willingness to go to great lengths for the sake of an experiment...beyond what the general populace would consider “responsible”. even.
“Step lively, we’re broaching the treeline!” Master Arwen called from the front of the group. “Remember, stay on the path! Wouldn’t want any of you lot getting lost!”
The troupe entered the forest, and immediately Melina wrapped her cloak tighter around her as the meager warmth from the morning sun was expunged by the leafy canopy above them. The forest itself was already awake; Melina could see a cluster of thrushes chasing each other around the branches, singing their merry songs without a care in the world. The dewy brush crunched wetly under their feet as they ventured past all manner of oak and spruce, the buzzing of cicadas flitting in and out of their space. They walked for quite some time, venturing further into the forest than Melina had ever gone. It seemed even more alive the deeper they went, with rabbits and foxes and beavers and badgers hopping and racing to and fro.
As they came to a babbling brook, Arwen suddenly stopped, throwing out his hands to prevent the group from moving forward. He stood there, staring at the opposite bank for a moment, as if waiting for something to happen.
Melina shifted a bit where she stood, the sound of running water not doing her any favors in her current condition.
After a few more moments, the reason for the stop became clear as a creature stepped out from behind a stone outcropping. It looked to be a large deer, though its fur was bright silver and looked to be quite valuable. Its antlers looked precious as well...great curved horns of gold that caught the light of the dappled sunbeams and sparkled like a duke’s treasure room.
The group waited with bated breath as it approached the stream, kneeling its proud head to drink from the passing current.
Melina could hardly believe it. She’d read of these mythical deer plenty of times before, but never had she gotten to see one in person. It was said a sliver of their horns in any liquid could grant the drinker astoundingly good luck.
The creature gently lapped up the water before raising its head to regard the group with translucent blue eyes. Melina felt her breath catch in her throat… the creature’s eyes were intelligent, calm… but there was a wisdom there, too, that she hadn’t expected to see.
The deer watched the troupe of alchemists for a moment longer, holding them in its mesmerizing gaze, before turning and heading off deeper into the forest.
The party let out a collective breath as the creature left, with Master Arwen taking out his handkerchief and dabbing his shiny bald crown.
“Goodness…” He breathed. “I hope you’re all writing this down…” He murmured, turning to see his students already shuffling around in their packs for their notebooks.
The rest of the journey was uneventful, save for Ewand tripping over a root and frightening a burrowing mole and nearly pitching headfirst into a shallow ravine, prompting a quick lecture from Master Arwen about the importance of keen eyesight. They continued on the path, and Melina kept her eyes peeled for any further fantastic creatures to document, though none appeared.
At last, they broke the treeline into a grassy meadow littered with felled, mossy trees... and each trunk was positively overrun with golden-capped mushrooms. The vibrant fungi seemed to be soaking up the late-morning sun from up above, and each mushroom pulsed in a gentle rhythm as they held the sunlight in their tender little stalks.
A chorus of gentle “oohs” and “ahs” went up from the troupe as they made their way into the clearing. Already Melina had taken out her mortar and knife, her eyes dancing with anticipation.
“Yes, yes, gather about, all of you!” Arwen called as he strode up to the nearest rotting log. “This is the densest concentration of lumencap in Rivenwelle! Exceptionally rare, this mushroom...can anyone tell me why?”
Melina’s hand immediately shot up, causing Arwen to chuckle. “Yes, Miss Malwick?”
Melina cleared her throat. “Lumencap is a very temperamental fungus that needs very specific conditions to grow. This tree is aetherwood, believed to have been enchanted due to dawnfarer faefolk making their nests in its branches. When the tree dies, the latent magics are believed to continue to propagate within the trunk, bearing a mushroom that can absorb sunlight.”
Master Arwen’s eyes crinkled up in a smile. “Quite right, my dear! And why else is it so valuable? Anyone?”
At this, a tall, redheaded young man with the barest hint of a beard spoke up. “Lumencap is said to react differently according to the species what ingests it. To humans, it’s medicinal...to centaurs, it is said to cause visions...and for others, it can have other effects...even...er...be an aphrodisiac…” He murmured, his pale cheeks coloring as a few of the girls in the troupe giggled. Melina rolled her eyes at them, scoffing at their fawning over the young swain.
Master Arwen nodded. “Correct you are, Ewand. It is by luck that the Crown’s influence has stretched this far; we should be able to harvest without interruption. But I once again advise caution...beyond this grove is the Wildlands, beyond the King's jurisdiction, and well... let’s just say you don’t want to be caught out here after dark.” He murmured ominously, peering around at his assembled students.
Suddenly, his face brightened. “But enough sordid warnings. Everyone, to a log!” He chirped.
Melina was already upon a felled tree, knife in hand, sawing away at the glimmering stalk of a mushroom. Her brow was furrowed, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration as her entire world narrowed to the shimmering fungus before her. A few of the other apprentices had done the same, though a few of the girls were still swarming around Ewand as he hunched over his own log.
Priscilla knelt next to her friend, chuckling. “That didn’t take long…” She murmured, looking over at the little entourage Ewand had accrued.
Melina rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Honestly, we’re supposed to be out here doing research and collecting samples, not giggling like common chambermaids.” She muttered, finally sawing through the mushroom and dropping it into the mortar before going for another.
Priscilla smirked. “As if you can really blame them...Ewand’s a lovely lad...tall, strong...kind…” She murmured, causing Melina's countance to sour even more. Priscilla bit her lip, glancing back over at the man as he tried to work whilst simultaneous entertaining his little band of admirers. “What’s not to love?”
Melina looked up over at Ewand, his broad shoulders flexing as he pushed the log up to get at a root underneath...and her gaze slowly slipped to Priscilla, her delicate chocolate curls gently cascading over her shoulder, her tanned skin gleaming like bronze in the sunlight.
The young blonde reddened, going back to her sawing. “He’s not my type.” She muttered resolutely.
~~
The rest of the morning passed peacefully, with Master Arwen walking around and observing his apprentices at work, often stopping to comment on a peculiar fungus or a decidedly fragrant underbelly of a log and telling them to make note of it.
When they broke for a late lunch, Melina reluctantly left her work to scarf down the bit of roast ham and bread Priscilla had brought, taking a swig from her water skin to wash it down. Now that she was distracted, her bladder once again impressed upon her its rapidly increasing fullness, causing her to squeeze her thighs together. She definitely could go for a wee now, and this would probably be the best time to do it...but the designated spot set aside for doing their business was a bit of a trek back the way they’d come. It’d be at least a 10 minute trip altogether, and they only had a few more hours out here; she didn’t know when she’d be able to pass this way again. She resolved to wait until the end of the expedition; she could clean up, take a quick pee, and everything would be fine. Her bladder was more than strong enough to hold it till then.
By the time the sun had crossed the height of the day, coming closer to kissing the other horizon, Melina had all but filled her pack with the luminescent mushroom, scribbling down all manner of note and observation in her journal. Nearly a third of the pages were filled, and she showed no signs of stopping.
There was a rustle from behind her, and Priscilla emerged from the brush, looking quite relieved. “Wow...almost left that too late, I was right busting, I was…” She chuckled as she came back to the harvesting spot. “Sure you don’t need to go? It’s been a while since lunch…That’s a long time, even for you...”
Melina set her jaw, feeling her bladder grumble again within her yet again. “I’m fine.” She said resolutely, continuing to write in her journal.
Priscilla shrugged. “Suit yourself…” she murmured as her eyes dropped to their respective hoards. She had gathered her fair share of lumencap, but her meager collection paled in comparison to the bulging knapsack next to her friend.
“Blimey, Mellie…” She chuckled. “Didja take every damn mushroom in the grove?”
Melina straightened up, wiping a bit of sweat off her brow and tucking her knife away. “Who knows when we’ll get to come back here?” She murmured, looking up. “I have to get enough samples to last me the rest of the season…”
Priscilla smirked and shook her head, planting her hands on her hips. “Honestly, Mellie, if you weren’t so late all the time, Master Arwen would name you a full-fledged alchemist in a heartbeat, you’re so intense about it…”
Melina got to her knees, wincing as the day’s worth of pee in her abdomen pressed down on her sphincter. “Ah...er, well, I’ll just have to work that much harder, then. I’ve almost got the rendering of this-”
“Ten minute warning, lads and lasses!” Master Arwen called, his bald head gleaming in the light of the setting sun. “Finish up what you’re doing!”
Melina frowned, looking up. Time to leave, already? She looked down at her unfinished drawing, biting her lip. This was the last sketch she needed for her notes..maybe she could hurry up and finish it. But in doing so, she would forfeit a chance to take a wee, and her bladder felt far fuller than she had anticipated, bordering on discomfort. For a few tense moments, she looked between her notebook and the path towards the relief area, biting her lip.
After a short while, passion and studiousness won out over biology, and Melina simply crossed her legs in the dirt as she knelt back down to finish the drawing.
Just as she put the final labels on the crown of the rendering, Master Arwen’s voice sounded throughout the clearing again.
“Alright, that’s time! Pack away your instruments, it’s time to head back!”
Flushed with success at having finished in the nick of time, Melina smiled to herself as she carefully packed away her journal, knife and a couple more lumencaps.
As she stood up, she immediately hunched over as gravity pulled on the pee-filled organ within her. “Nngg…” She groaned, bringing a hand up to her abdomen.
Priscilla looked up in concern as she put away her own tools. “Mellie? Are you alright?”
Melina winced as a sharp pain gnawed at her abdomen, but after a few moments it subsided to a more manageable level. “Y-yeah, I’m fine…” She grunted. “Just...a bit sore from hunching over all day, is all…” She muttered, straightening up fully as she shouldered her pack.
The two of them headed over to rejoin the group, with Melina taking smaller, jerkier steps than her friend. By Eoth, she needed a wee. She’d definitely left it a bit late, and now she was paying for it. As Master Arwen began counting to make sure all his students were accounted for, Melina subtly shifted her weight from foot to foot in a manner she hoped was inconspicuous; the dull ache in her abdomen no longer something she could ignore, but she still didn't much like the prospect of everyone noticing her need for the privy...
“Right then…” The man murmured. “Seems we’ve got the same number of heads we did whence we started, so… back to town! With a will, folks, sunlight’s fading fast!"
As they started back off into the forest, Melina’s steps continued to be short and awkward despite her attempts to move normally. Her bladder simply would not calm itself, forcing her to alter her gait to accommodate its increasingly uncomfortable fullness. After a few minutes of watching this, Priscilla huffed and planted her hands on her hips, glaring at her friend.
“Okay, Mellie, what’s going on? You’re waddling around like you’ve got a broom up your arse…”
Melina swallowed, her cheeks reddening as she realized she’d not been as discreet as she’d hoped. “I told you, it's no-"
"Melina." Priscilla cut in with a hard stare. "Cut that shite out and tell me what's wrong." She commanded, her gaze expectant and unfaltering.
Melina bit her lip, debating within herself, but she knew the jig was up. With a sigh, she turned back to her friend. "O-okay, okay...Erm...So, you know how I woke up late today?”
Priscilla nodded, her eyes never leaving Melina's face.
Melina cleared her throat. “Well, like I said, I was studying last night...and I fell asleep at my desk, and then I woke up, and I...I didn’t want to be even more late, so I...I didn’t...go, this morning…” She muttered.
Priscilla blinked, the levers in her head turning as she connected the pieces of Melina’s story in her head. Suddenly, her eyes widened. “You mean you haven’t had a wee since last night!?” She hissed.
Melina winced at the word “wee”, but she nodded. “I-It’s normally not a big deal, I...just left it a bit late this time, I suppose…” She muttered, bringing a hand up to her abdomen.
Priscilla pursed her lips. “Do you want me to ask Arwen to stop? I’m sure he’d-”
“No.” Melina huffed automatically. “I’m not gonna have them thinking I’m some sort of willy-shinned lass who holds up the party so she can tinkle. I’ll be fine till we get back to town.”
Priscilla still looked unsure, but she knew better than to argue with Mellie about this. “If you say so…”
~~~
As the sun dipped lower, the forest grew darker, the trees casting looming shadows over the party as they made their way back through.
“Careful here...we’re passing the ravine…” Master Arwen’s voice echoed over the buzzing of cicadas. “It’ll be harder to see in the dark, so take care to regard your surroundings!”
The further they went, the less sure Mellie was about her ability to make it back dry...she couldn’t recall the last time she’d been this desperate for a wee. Her bladder felt like a gourd in her abdomen, full beyond capacity and quivering with the effort to hold back what surely would be a river’s worth of golden nectar. It didn’t help that every time she’d wince or whimper, Priscilla would look at her with concern... Melina hated feeling pitied. If anything, her friend's gaze bolstered Melina’s strength, causing her to tighten her muscles further to prove that she would not be bested by her acute desire to urinate.
“Melina…” Priscilla murmured after several more minutes of walking, a hint of pleading in her voice. “Honestly, why are you torturing yourself? We can just ask Master Arwen to stop, he’ll-”
“I said I’m fine, Pris…” Melina huffed, glaring at her friend. “I told you, I can hold it as long as I- AHHH!”
Melina’s thought was cut off as her foot caught on a root, causing her to stumble aside. The loose brush slid from underneath Melina’s feet, and she slipped sideways, plunging headfirst into the shadowy ravine.
“MELINA!” Priscilla yelled after her as she landed with a *thud* on the verdant hillside, nearly forcing a spurt from her as she began tumbling head over heels down the leafy slope. She couldn’t see anything as she bowled further down into the forest; all she could do was tuck her head into her hands and hope for the best.
She rolled and tumbled for a good few minutes, wincing as brambles and dead branches cut into her arms and legs and trying to fight the queasiness the rolling motion was stoking in her. Finally, she felt the decline level out, rolling her over a log and pitching her right into a tree.
*OOF!* She grunted as she smacked against the trunk before coming to rest at its base.
Groaning, she slowly sat up, rubbing her arm. She shook her head a few times to clear out the dizziness, blinking her eyes in the dim coolness of the forest floor. She was still alive, so that was good...She flexed her fingers and her toes. Nothing felt broken, so aside from a bit of nausea, she was completely fine...other than the bulging bladder she was still nursing, of course..
She slowly staggered to her feet, blowing air out of her mouth as she looked around. Fear, hot and sour, bloomed in her chest as she peered around the darkened landscape; she had no idea where she was. She swallowed, turning to look back towards the hill she’d rolled down, but with the sun having all but set, it was far too dark for her to attempt to climb back up; she’d just end up getting herself more lost. Wincing again as her bladder throbbed within her, Melina finally shot a hand between her legs, scooting back to lean up against the tree. She breathed heavily, tears welling in her eyes as she did her best not to panic.
Okay, think… she thought fervently to herself. It wasn’t that far of a fall. Pris’ll tell Arwen what happened, and they’ll find a way to get to you. You just have to wait. They'll be here in no t-
Suddenly, Melina heard a twig crack behind her. What was that!? She whirled about, but she could see nothing in the gathering gloom.
Swallowing again, she reached forward, snapping a branch of the log in front of her before digging in her pack for one of her flint rocks.
After a few tense seconds, her fingers closed around the jagged little stone, and she quickly pulled it out with a triumphant “Ha!”. She began scraping it against the wood, her heart hammering in her chest as she continued to glance anxiously around. “Come on, come on…” She hissed.
Finally, a flame sprung to life atop the branch. She quickly held it aloft, looking around the ravine to try and find any sort of landmark she could orient herself by… but there was none. None that she could recognize, anyway. She wasn’t sure how far she’d rolled from the path, but she was well and truly off of it.
Just then, Melina heard a rustling. It came from ahead, and it didn’t sound too far away. Footfalls, heavy and slow, began to approach. Melina felt nearly sick with fear, and as she reached into her pack to pull out her knife, she felt a bit of pee leak into her underthings; her bladder was still beyond full, but adrenaline numbed the pressure. She cowered back up next to the tree, sinking down into a crouching position. She swallowed, her eyes darting around and her heart beating so fast and hard she could hardly think.
The footfalls grew louder...closer...heavier…
Suddenly, the log in front of her was lifted up and tossed aside, revealing a group of hulking figures standing a few feet from Melina. As they came into the light, Melina’s mouth opened in a soundless scream.
The creatures before her were huge, each at least 7 feet tall, towering over the cowering Melina. They each looked quite strong, judging by the taut, rippling muscles bulging under skin in varying shades of green. They were each dressed in boarhide pauldrons that linked over each shoulder and a loincloth that looked to be made of wolf-pelts. Their feet were tucked into a pair of enormous bearskin galoshes that appeared to be lined with foxfur, but that wasn’t the strangest part.
As Melina looked closer, she noticed the creatures were...female? She could make out wrappings around each chest concealing what must’ve been two mountainous breasts, and as her eyes traveled downward, she could see a well-muscled bare midriff fanning out into a pair of shapely hips that filled out the loincloths in a way Melina would’ve thought was quite nice, had she not been so terrified.
Finally, Melina forced her eyes to look up into their fearsome faces...the creatures’ beady eyes glared down at her over squat, bulbous noses, each regarding her with no small amount of hostility. Their mouths were curled up in a snarl, dusky green lips pulled back over sets of deadly-looking tusks. They all had a variety of hairstyles, from messy mohawks to sideshaves, to completely shaven heads. The one closest to Melina had a single braid, running from the tip of her forehead all the way down past her back, and in her hand was a fearsome looking iron battle-axe, the grip bound in leather.
“Hmm…” The creature grumbled in a rich, husky alto, squatting down next to Melina. Up close, Melina could really see the creature's face in detail. Her skin was rife with lines and crags, like hide stretched over a drum. Her eyes were a strange blend of amber and green, seeming to change in the light of Melina's torch. Her tusks were stained and worn, one of them bearing a golden band around it that glinted in the fire light.
“Man-cub..." She muttered again, her mouth curling into a bone-chilling grin. "Pretty far from your little village, arncha?” She cackled wickedly.
Melina said nothing, her voice completely stolen by fear. Her eyes bugged out as she regarded the creature in front of her, only able to look on in terror.
The amazon’s devious grin widened. “Oy, lasses, seems we’ve got ourselves a mutie.” She murmured, causing a low rumble of laughter to echo around the woman’s compatriots.
The green giant looked back at Melina, chuckling. “Yeh dumb, girl, or just scared? I-”
Suddenly, she stopped, narrowing her eyes and sniffing the air. “Ah…” She sneered, her eyes dropping to Melina’s crotch. “Scared it is. Smart lass. Can’t tell yeh how many of yer kind we’ve axed cause they didn’t have the good sense t’be afraid of the Kh’raven Tribe.” She muttered as she stood back up. “‘Course, it seems nunya have the decency t’be afraid of us orcs anymore, the way yeh come into our forest, take what yeh want and force the rest of us t’ either run away, kowtow and slave away for yeh, or be put t’the sword.”
Melina still said nothing, merely trembling on the ground in the face of what she was certain was going to be a painful death.
The orc woman rolled her shoulders, causing the muscles within them to ripple impressively. “I’ll tell yeh, we don’t take too kindly t’bein’ at the mercy of yer little pink arses. It’s demeanin’, it is… and it seems yeh all have forgotten who really rules these woods. Your king wagers we’ll all just lay down and submit...and we Kh’raven always settle our wagers, don’t we?”
Another rumble of laughter from the surrounding orcs.
Feeling was beginning to return to Melina’s body, and she swallowed, trying to bring some moisture back to her mouth. “W-whatever problems you have with the King,” She squeaked, a lot braver than she felt. “I have no part in it. I’m no royal, and I don’t claim to be. S-so just...air out your grievances with him if you must, and leave me be!”
One of the clean-shaven orcs snarled. “You dare speak to th’ captain of th’ Kh’raven Guard like that!? A good slap to yer slave-makin’ face oughta tame yer tongue…” She hissed, starting forward with her hand outstretched, but she was stopped by the leader’s outstretched arm.
“Easy, Malash…” the guard captain murmured, her eyes flitting back to Melina. Her expression was less wicked than it had been...She looked more curious than anything now.
“Got some fire in you, man-cub…” She grumbled, an undertone of admiration in her voice. “More’n I’ve seen from the rest of yer ilk, anyway. The Chief’s gonna be quite interested ‘n you... Ognil, Ghora.” She barked, getting to her feet. “Help our little pet up.”
Melina’s eyes widened in fear once more. Chief!? Was she going to be taken to their...their home!?
The orc called Malash peered dumbfounded at the guard captain as two other orcs stepped forward towards Melina, roughly hoisting her up by her arms. She yelped as the action jolted her ponderously full bladder, and immediately her thighs squeezed together as she fought to keep herself from leaking again.
“Yeh can’t be serious, Khamina…” Malash began, setting her jaw. “What use could th’ Chief have for a little worm like her? We should just kill her now and be done w-”
“The Chief’ll decide what she can have use for, Malash.” Khamina cut in coolly, though there was a bit of an edge to her voice that said she was not to be challenged. “‘Sides…”
She reached out, running a finger along Melina’s cheek with a smirk as she was dragged past. “‘Twould be a shame to kill a pretty little thing like her fer no reason. Alright, you lot, move out!” She ordered turning and striding away.
Malash scowled, casting one last dirty look at Melina before following the captain.
Melina herself could only swallow and pray, letting out a small whimper as the orcs dragged her away into the night.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Edited September 24, 2020 by Foxlover
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Hello again! Sorry this chapter took so long, I was having computer problems >.< Originally I was planning to make this just 3 chapters but, I got a bit carried away, so I decided to cut chapter two...in two. XD
As always, hope you all enjoy!
CHAPTER 2: The Warcamp
Melina was not one for crying, usually. She thought it a silly and juvenile way to respond to one’s problems, one best abandoned in youth. But as she hung by her forearms from the vice like grip of two Amazonian orc women, being dragged back to their den, she couldn’t help the tears from falling down her cheeks… and the way things were going, her other “cheeks” were about to get a similar bath.
Luckily her legs were free for her to twist and squeeze and do anything she could to hold off the impending flood, though part of her didn’t know why she bothered. She’d never live to see the sunrise tomorrow, why deny herself relief?
No… she thought adamantly to herself. If I’m going to die, it’ll be upright and proud, not soiling myself like a child…
And so, her thighs continued to rub against each other, causing her to shift this way and that in the grasp of her captors.
“Oi…” One of the orcs holding her grumbled, glaring down at her. “Stop all that squirmin’ about, y’hear?”
Melina swallowed, doing her best to heed the command...but without the reinforcing pressure of her rubbing thighs, it came down to sheer will to hold back her flood, and already the pain of doing so was becoming unbearable. Her toes curled in her boots as she tensed her pelvic muscles, wincing at each wave of pressure that bore down upon her tiring sphincter.
They walked for what seemed like ever, further and further into the forest. Even if Arwen and the others were looking for her, there was no way they’d find her now… she’d never see her master again, or her friends...Pris...She’d never see her dear Priscilla again…
Melina swallowed again, trying to fight off the next wave of tears as they welled up fresh in her eyes.
She was distracted from her morose contemplation as after another ten minutes or so, Melina saw a smudge of flickering orange against the shadowy darkness of the forest, pulsing like a heartbeat. As they got closer, the smudge got clearer and brighter, until she realized that it was fire… multiple roaring fires, to be exact, burning brightly in what looked like watchtowers of some sort. The topmost flames crackled brightly, silhouetting what looked to be gargantuan barricades of logs even taller than the orcs, overlaid with large wooden spikes jutting outward to ward off intruders.
Her ears detected the low din of a crowd as they approached as well. It steadily got louder and louder until Melina could make out the hooting and hollering and carrying on of what she assumed had to be the rest of the tribe.
What manner of custom was it that they’d all be making such a din at this time of night? Was it a ritual? Was it a holiday? Was in the shouts of joy that preceded a feast on the flesh of a human girl who’d wandered too far into the forest?
Melina swallowed, legs trembling in fear as well as desperation.
Finally, the procession approached a massive crude wooden gate consisting of two more giant wooden spikes stuck into the ground on either side, bearing a curved slat of wood between them. As Melina looked up, she could make out the silhouette of a stuffed boar’s head mounted on the slat, a grotesque sentry guarding the entrance to the orcs’ home. Her head craned left and right; the looming parapets extended into the darkness on either side, and there were sentry towers placed equidistantly along its perimeter, each manned by an orc dressed similarly to her captors.
Khamina strode up to the great wooden gates, raising a hand to hail the orcs on guard.
One of them shouted something to her in a foreign tongue, and Khamina answered back in the same language. Melina couldn’t understand Orcish, but she assumed it had to be some manner of password or secret phrase; any encampment this fortified would have such measures in place to ward off trespassers.
After a moment, the gates swung open, revealing a long, oblong dirt path flanked by torches in wooden sconces. Melina couldn’t help but peer around her as she was dragged inside, her fascination with the strange place briefly overcoming her fear. A half-dozen animal hide tents lined each side of the path, nestled under tall wooden walkways that curved down towards the gate and bore an equal number of tents upon them. Between the third and forth upper tent on each side rose the tallest towers, and Melina could now clearly see the great bronze basins blazing inside them, lighting the entire pavilion. The space beneath the corresponding tents beneath looked open, possibly a path leading to other parts of the camp… from her angle behind the guard captain, Melina couldn’t tell for sure. All around were orcs talking, laughing, eating or laying out under the stars… and strangely enough, they all appeared to be female. A few of them turned to look at the newest prisoner the guard had brought back, but most of them ignored her; this must’ve been somewhat of a common occurrence. None of them looked hungry, which Melina took some small comfort in.
Directly ahead of them at the end of the dirt path was a large, squat wooden cabin, elevated on a constructed platform accessible by a set of stairs. Two bronze boar statues stood on either side of the stairs, raised on their own stone plinths. As they got closer, Melina could see a roughspun cloth hanging over the entrance to the stout abode, emblazoned with a crude orcish head over a pair of x-crossed battle axes. On either side, next to wooden columns inlaid with gold at the top and base, stood two more orcs. They were dressed in leather cuirasses, and wore what appeared to be bronzed seals on their waists. Each of them held a tall silver halberd and had a piercing in the left ear.
Judging by their slightly more serious armor, not to mention the prominence of the building itself, Melina guessed whoever lived here had to be quite important.
Khamina held up a hand to stop the party as she strode up the stairs to meet the guards. After a brief conversation in that foreign tongue of theirs, one of them turned and disappeared into the hold.
Melina swallowed, anxiety blooming inside her stomach in tandem with the now nearly numbing ache in her abdomen.
After a few more minutes, the guard reappeared, murmuring something to Khamina, who in turn looked back, beckoning her fellows forward. Malash nodded and strode forward, followed by Ognild and Ghora hefting Melina between them. The girl groaned inwardly as she was dragged up the steps, every bump of her feet against the stairs sending a painful jolt through her straining bladder...she winced as she felt another tiny spurt escape her, running in lazy golden rivulets down her inner thigh. The guards regarded Melina as she was dragged past, snorting in a manner most feral.
As Melina was pulled through the drapes, she felt a burst of heat wash over her from the large fire pit in the middle of the floor, coated in burnished copper and crackling gently. All manner of animal pelts coated the floor and hung on the walls of the stately hold, signifying that it was the place of great rank. Had she not been so deathly terrified, she would have thought it was quite a charming lodge. The two orcs holding Melina followed Khamina around the edge of the firepit, towards the other side of the cabin. There, on another, smaller elevated platform, flanked by two more guards, sat what Melina assumed had to be the Chief.
This orc was a slightly lighter shade of green than her underlings, but she was no less muscular or menacing. She was dressed similar to her guard, save for a bearskin cape draped around her broad shoulders and a necklace of various animal teeth resting against her generous bosom. Circlets of bronze clasped her wrists, and intricate leather armbands strained against the rippling biceps on each of her arms. Each long, pointed ear was pierced with two bronze rings, and Melina could see an intricate gold ring encircling each of her tusks. One look at her midriff told Melina that the Chieftain’s bellybutton was pierced as well, bearing a gold stud right above the little nub.
Her hair was shaved on both sides, the top done in another intricate braid even larger than Khamina’s. She was reclining on a tall, simple wooden throne covered in fur and ringed by two massive tusks of some creature Melina didn’t even recognize...and for some curious reason, her lap was covered in a quilt, despite the considerable warmth of the hold.
Ognild and Ghora dragged Melina up towards the throne as Khamina knelt before the chieftain, murmuring something to her in Orcish. The chieftain spoke back, and they carried on for a few moments as Melina waited with bated breath.
Finally, the chieftain’s eyes flitted from her guard captain to Melina, and she raised a green hand to beckon them forth.
Melina yelped as she was dragged even closer and tossed before the chief without thought. The action sent the most intense shock yet through her tortured bladder, and she had to tense every muscle in her body to keep from gushing right then and there. She trembled, both in fear and with the effort of keeping herself (mostly) dry, not daring to look up lest she offend the stalwart orcess.
The chieftain’s lips curled into a ghost of a smirk as she regarded the snivelling pink girl in front of her. “Look at me, man-cub.” She growled authoritatively in a gravelly voice that was slightly higher than Khamina’s, but no less commanding.
Melina swallowed, slowly and shakily raising her head.
The chieftain continued to stare at her. “Stand.” She commanded.
Melina whimpered and did as she was told, attempting to get to her feet...and immediately she hunched over again as her bladder jackknifed within her abdomen, nearly causing her to collapse again.
The chieftain set her jaw, looking as though she were trying not to smile. “I told you to stand, man-cub. Why do you defy me?”
Melina swallowed again, forcing herself to look up. “I-I’m sorry, Your Grace, b-but I...I can’t...”
“Why not?” Came the booming answer.
Melina bit her lip. Her eyes flitted around, and she felt her cheeks redden.
At her hesitation, Malash’s lips curled up in a sneer. “Chief Urza asked you a question, whelpling…” She hissed, crossing one thick arm over the other.
Melina swallowed a third time, steeling herself. “I...I need to wee…” She murmured in a small voice.
“Speak up, child.” Chief Urza ordered with a hint of a growl. “You try my patience.”
Melina shivered again, squeezing her thighs together. “I-I need to wee…” She said a bit louder, prompting a rumble of snickering from the attendant guard.
The chief sneered, leaning forward. “‘Need to wee’, do you? Fragile little man-cub, gagging for a slash?” She smirked. “Khamina here says she could smell the piss on you when they found you...and now you stand before me, desperate to release again...pitiful…”
At this, Melina’s fear was momentarily buried under a modicum of indignation.
“I never released…” She huffed before she could stop herself. “I-I’ve been holding it in since last night...it’s only natural I’ll have to go eventually…”
The attendant guards blinked, looking at each other, as did the two orcs who’d brought Melina in.
Urza herself raised an eyebrow. “Last night, you say? Strong, for a human… let’s see just how strong…” She nodded to Malash, who grinned and strode forward towards Melina.
The girl paled, her bravado disappearing as she instinctively backed away from the woman, but Malash’s hand was too fast; she caught Melina by the collar, tugging her forward. She ripped the cloth keeping Melina’s hair in place free and forced it between the girl’s lips, bringing it around her head and tying it off. Cackling, she grabbed the girl’s arms, forcing them behind her back and easily holding both the girl’s wrists in place with one fist. With the other, she reached around, roughly pulling up Melina’s shirt to her midriff, exposing her smooth, milky flesh and the rotund protrusion in her abdomen. As Urza’s eyes dropped to it, Melina could’ve swore she saw something jump under the quilt from between the chieftain’s thighs. “Hmm… you appear quite full indeed…” She murmured.
The orc chief leaned forward, her intense gaze settling on Melina as her lips curled back over her jagged teeth in a wicked grin. “I’ll tell you what. How about a little wager, man-cub? You say you’ve not tasted relief since last night...If you can hold your waters for a meager ten minutes more, I will have my guards escort you back to the edge of the forest, where you can run along back to your human village. If not...you will remain here, and become a servant of the Kh’raven till the next harvest moon.”
Melina swallowed, rubbing her thighs together again. Ten minutes? It would be tough, but...she’d waited this long, she was sure she could make it another ten minutes...but what if the Chieftain didn’t keep her word? How was Melina to know she’d actually be set free? Justice and mercy didn’t seem to be large concerns for a civilization such as this...
Melina set her jaw. She had no choice...if there was a chance she could leave this nightmare behind, she had to take it.
Melina nodded, looking the chief square in the eye with as much dignity as she could muster being gagged and half-bent over in desperation.
Chief Urza grinned deviously. “We have an accord, then.” She murmured, looking up at Malash and nodding again.
The orc woman nodded back, bringing her hand around to Melina’s stomach and resting a large, green hand on the protruding bulge.
Melina’s eyes suddenly widened as she realized what was going to happen, and why she’d been given such a short window. She vehemently shook her head. “N-nuuhh, nuh pleafe dunt!” She pleaded.
With a sneer, Malash pressed her fingers into Melina’s swollen abdomen, causing the girl to lurch forward, her upper body trembling with the effort not to explode right there. The hand relented for a moment, causing Melina to gasp in relief...but the respite was short-lived as the woman dug in and pressed again, forcing a groan from Melina’s gagged lips as she shook her head back and forth.
Chief Urza chuckled to herself as Malash continued to rhythmically dig her fingers into the young alchemist’s swollen organ, trying to literally squeeze the piss out of the poor girl’s twitching form. Melina squirmed and writhed in the woman’s grasp, tears stinging her eyes as the river of urine bore heavily on her weakening muscles. Her thighs quivered as her incompressible bladder was compressed, waves of pressure battering down on her tired sphincter… and still, she did not give in. How she’d managed to hold on this long was anyone’s guess...she’d been near to bursting before falling into the ravine, and her bladder had only gotten fuller since then, growing tight and swollen in her abdomen… and now a superhumanly strong orc was trying to squeeze the pee out of her with her hand, with only her aching muscles to fight back.
But Melina still just barely held on, her will and her pride the only things keeping her from bursting right here in the hold. The rest of the orcs were watching intently, all bearing similar looks of surprise at how resilient the human girl was. It was obvious that she was ready to pop, and yet she denied both Malash and herself the satisfaction of finally giving in to the overwhelming pressure… and it was beginning to affect them. Ghora and Ognild both watched with rapt attention, their eyes roving hungrily over Melina’s half-exposed form. Khamina had her axe upside down in the dirt, leaning on it as her eyes watched Malash’s hand dig mercilessly into the taut bump on the girl’s navel… she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a slightly darker green as she slowly, discreetly began to rock her hips against the shaft of her weapon with gentle sighs. Even Chief Urza, haughty as she was, had a bit of a shortness to her breath...and the quilt over her lap began to twitch over and over again, causing the material to jump up and down.
Beads of sweat dotted Melina’s forehead as her eyes rolled back in her head, drool running down her chin as she continued to hold on. With a grunt of frustration Malash adjusted her angle, her fingers now pointed down towards Melina’s crotch. She resumed her pressing, kneading in a digging motion in an effort to force the urine downward and break Melina’s tenuous control.
Melina squeaked from around her gag, her eyes rolling up in her head as her thighs vibrated in protest to this new method of torment. Try as she might, she knew it was over...her loins burned like fire, the ponderous liquid load within her weighing mercilessly on her weakened sphincter. After a few more seconds of this onslaught, Melina could stand it no longer. With a strangled gurgle, her muscles gave out as urine gushed from between her thighs, hissing noisily into her trousers. Her shoulders sagged in relief as she continued to blast the floor for all she was worth, the day and half’s worth of pee streaming down onto the dirt below and running in little rivulets down the divot towards the fire.
As Melina continued to violently wet herself, Urza let out a raucous bout of laughter.
“It’s quite perplexing how a soft little race like you was able to conquer so much of this land, when you can’t even hold your own piss properly.” She teased, her cruel grin still upon her face. “You impress me, though, man-cub...you made it nearly seven minutes. Do not worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get strong in the coming days. Ghora, Ognild...take her to the apothecary hut.”
Melina’s head hung as her stream finally began to abate after nearly 2 full minutes, her shoulders shaking with both relief and despair. Her one chance at freedom, washed away in her urine. Now she was trapped here until autumn, and who knew if she’d even survive that long. This time, as Ghora and Ognild stepped forward to drag the girl away, she let the tears fall freely. Her head hung as they pulled her back around the fire pit, Malash grinning in triumph as she watched...though unbeknownst to the girl, her eyes never once left Melina’s soaked hindquarters.
As they emerged once again into the night, she heard snorts from the orcs guarding the Chieftain’s throne room, and their throaty chuckles from behind her caused her cheeks to burn in humiliation. She felt even more eyes on her as she was dragged back through the center of the camp, trailing urine all the way. She was sure they were beginning to murmur about her...the weak, foolish human who’d wet herself like an infant. She didn’t even know what her new servitude would entail...given the rough look of the camp, and the treatment she’d gotten since arriving, she couldn’t imagine it would be anything pleasant.
So caught up in her despondency was Melina that she hardly even noticed when the orcs veered off the main path, dragging her under the wooden walkways and through to a small clearing surrounded by smaller but still quite strong looking walls of sharpened logs. At the far corner sat a large, squat hut, the door and single window of it gently glowing from the fire within. Atop the thatched roof was a small hole out of which billowed smoke...someone must’ve been home. As they got closer, Melina’s head raised. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Melina could’ve sworn she saw chrysanthemums, lilies and violets around the front… an orc who kept a garden?
One of the orcs let go of her, causing Melina to droop in the dirt, suspended by one arm in the other’s grip.
The orc strode forward, banging on the door. “Oi! Milkweed! Open up!”
There was a rustling in the hut as someone moved towards the door, and it opened to reveal a young orc girl who looked hardly older than Melina...and quite smaller than any other orc she’d met. She was still rather robust when compared to humans, and looked as though she’d probably be a fair bit taller than Melina standing up, but in contrast to her hulking compatriots, this one was…downright puny. From her awkward position, Melina could see that she was also dressed far more conservatively, in a simple linen dress and a leather apron. Her toned green arms were folded in front of her as she looked up at her visitors in quiet reservation.
“Yes, Ognild?” She said in the gentlest voice Melina had heard in this camp.
The bigger orc snorted. “You got a new roommate.” She huffed, beckoning her compatriot forward. Melina yelped as she was yanked forward and tossed at the new woman’s feet with an unceremonious *thud*, her trousers squelching wetly as she landed.
“Careful, seems she isn’t house-trained…” Ognild cackled, high-fiving Ghora as they both turned to make their way back to camp proper.
Melina swallowed, struggling to sit up and wincing as she felt her urine on her pants beginning to cool.
“Here…” The orc woman before her murmured gently. “Let me help you…” She reached down, gently grabbing Melina’s arms and hoisting her up with surprising strength, given her relatively diminutive stature.
As Melina got shakily to her feet, she got her first good look up at the new girl’s face, blinking in surprise. This orc was...there was no other word for it; pretty. Her leafy green skin looked smooth and soft, and her dark hair was unshaven, merely tied back in a messy braid that sloped gently over her shoulder. Her jade lips were a bit pouty, closed gently over tiny tusks that looked more like cute little fangs than anything. But the strangest thing was her eyes...they were clouded white, and the tissue around them looked scarred and diseased.
Melina swallowed. “I...you’re-”
“-Blind? Since the day I was born.” the orc girl murmured with a wan chuckle. “Come, let’s get you inside…” She murmured, taking the girl’s hand once more and pulling her into the hut.
The first thing that hit Melina was the smell. It was...odd, but quite wonderful. All manner of scent and aroma swirled around her head in a heady bouquet that would have been overwhelming, had she not spent most of her time in similarly aromatic environments. “One moment, I’ll fetch you some fresh clothes…” The girl murmured, disappearing behind a small curtain over to the right of the hut.
The abode was a bit cozier than it looked, a large rectangular room with the most central feature being the lit fireplace on the other side in a stone hearth. Above it hung all manner of pots, pans and strange cooking utensils, and to the side sat a squat little table with a single chair. Up against the opposite wall was a large bookcase that was filled not with books, but with plants and strange stones of all different shapes and sizes. So prominent was it that Melina almost didn’t notice the curtained off doorway behind it, through which she could just make out a stout little bed shoved unceremoniously into the corner. It reminded her of her own room back in Rivenwelle, and the thought made her heart ache.
"This may be a little big on you…” the girl called as she came back in with a fresh linen tunic. “But at least you won’t have to go bottomless while I get your trousers clean…just slide them off, I’ll take care of them.”
Melina continued to stand in the center of the room, arms around herself. “U-um...take them off? Here?” She murmured.
The orc girl turned round, smirking gently as her sightless eyes crinkled up in humor. “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll see something I shouldn’t?”
Melina reddened as the reality dawned on her, and she quickly set to removing her boots and peeling off the dripping fabric, wincing as it made a sucking noise coming off of her skin.
She gently folded them, reddening even deeper as she held them out. The orc girl pursed her lips for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the urine-soaked fabric without so much as a twitch. She held the tunic out for Melina, who took it without a word.
As she began redressing herself, Melina watched the girl move about the hut with a surety she didn’t expect from someone who couldn’t see. It was as if she knew the entire place by heart, able to find where she was by knowing where she’d been.
“So...it’s been a while since we’ve had a human here…What’s your name?” The orc girl murmured as she reached up to fetch a pot from above the fireplace.
Melina blinked. “Urm...Melina...”
The orc girl grinned. “Melina...that’s a nice name. I’m Orla. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Melina nodded, feeling herself relax slightly. This had by far been the most hospitable orc she’d encountered, no sense expending energy keeping up an unnecessary guard.
“Okay...Orla…” Melina murmured. “Erm...How did you know I was human?”
Orla grinned over her shoulder. “You all smell funny. And I don’t mean the particular funny smell that you have right now, but a general, regular ‘funny’... like wood and steel and flowers and...honey.” She murmured, shrugging. “Every human I’ve encountered has smelled the exact same.”
Melina frowned. “Uh...have you encountered many humans?”
Orla took the pot down, turning it over in her hands. “Not directly. But a few of them pass by our camp in the forest, dressed in those metal suits… they smell like you.” She murmured, chuckling. “So...how did you get out here?”
Melina swallowed, casting her eyes down. “I...was with my mentor, and my...classmates…” She murmured. “...I slipped off the path and fell into a ravine, and...and…”
“-and Khamina found you.” The orc girl finished, feeling her way over to the squat table and reaching out for a moment before her hands closed over a water pitcher. “I’m surprised you’re still alive, she must’ve really liked you…”
At this, Melina looked up with a huff. “Liked me? You’re telling me I was kidnapped, taken to this camp and enslaved because she was being merciful?”
Orla shrugged as she began to pour water into the pot. “To orc-kind, life is a mercy. As long as you can breathe, you can fight, and all that… but...she probably had other thoughts, too...I assume you’ve met Chief Urza?”
Melina pursed her lips, remembering how that woman had laughed as she burst all over the ground. “I have…” She muttered darkly.
The orc girl turned towards Melina, detecting the shift in her voice. “Ah...I know she’s...someone that takes some getting used to, but she’s not really a bad sort, she just...has to look like she is. Hard enough to lead a camp when you’re only filling in for your husband…”
At this, Melina looked up again. “...‘Husband’?” She repeated.
Orla chuckled again as she brought the pot over to hang on the fire. “Yes, Agroth the Bane...he’s our Chief, has been since before the war…”
Melina blinekd. “I-the war? What do you mean?”
Orla blinked in turn. “Goodness, you humans really don’t know about anything outside your castle, do you?” She jested, chuckling once more. “Last winter, the goblin hordes from the Black Mountain began poaching off our hunting grounds...started small, with small game like pheasant and rabbits. Chief Agroth didn’t want to incite a conflict over nothing, so he let it be. But his restraint made them bold, and they began going after larger game...boars and deer, even elk… finally, he decided to confront them. Goblin King told the Chief that the runoff from the Black Mountain was what made the soil fertile and attracted the wildlife, so they had the true claim to the lands, and if the Kh'raven wanted it, they'd have to fight for it. Chief tried to be diplomatic...told the goblins that if they apologized and left, he’d leave their skulls uncrushed and their stores un-pillaged. Course, that didn’t sit too well with the Goblin King, and he told the Chief…” She swallowed, her empty gaze cast downward. “He told the Chief that if he was too yellow-hearted to fight, he’d bring a platoon of goblins to the village to show the orc women what true conquest looks like. Since then, we’ve been at war. All the men are off fighting, so the women and the elderly are here, tending the homestead. I’d say we’ve risen to the occasion, all things considered…”
Melina found herself listening with rapt attention, completely ensorceled by the tale. “So they just...left the women to run the village? And they were okay with that?”
Orla nodded, now heading over towards a cupboard over the table. “Sure. Most of the women here can swing an axe as well as any man...the Kh’raven value strength above everything, even gender. In fact, Khamina’s been guard captain since before Agroth left, simply ‘cause no one’s been able to beat her in any competition.”
Melina frowned. “So she’s in charge cause she’s the strongest?”
Orla nodded again. “More or less. The stronger you are, the higher your station. That’s why the skinny little blind orc is stuffed away out of sight, where I 'belong'." She muttered with a dry snort. "I can move on my own alright, but I’d be useless in a fight… so I spend my time here, mixing my tinctures and trying to stay out of everyone’s way.” she murmured, sounding a little dejected.
Melina felt her heart seize in her chest with pity. “Well…” She said, sitting up. “I happen to think you’re the loveliest person I’ve met here. I don’t care that you can’t fight, you’re kind and caring and...and pretty…” She murmured, blushing gently.
Orla seemed just as flustered, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of green as her smile returned. “Khamina says flowery compliments are for babes and beavers, but… it’s nice to hear. I’m sure you’re quite pretty yourself…” She murmured.
Melina watched Orla pull a strange clay pot out of the cupboard, opening it and pulling a pinch of some tart-smelling powder out. “This’ll help with your trousers. It’s a powdered concentrate of a powerful cleaning agent called-”
“-Limewort.” Melina blurted automatically. “Made from the roots of the limewort vine and very good for drawing liquid out of fabric.”
Blinking, Orla turned to the girl, her milky eyes widening in surprise. “...That’s right...How did you know that?”
For the first time since arriving at the camp, Melina gave a small smile. “I’m an...alchemist, back in the human town...I deal with reagents like this all the time.”
Orla blinked again, her face positively lighting up in excitement as she hurried over to Melina and squatted in front of her. “Are you really?” She muttered excitedly. “No one ever knows about the stuff I work with, how long have you been practicing?”
A little flustered by the sudden questioning, Melina smiled shyly. “Since I was a wee lass, when I started mixing alfroot and vilenium...nearly blew my pa’s eyebrows off…” She chuckled.
Orla’s grin widened and she plunked herself down, hurriedly rolling up her dress to reveal a shiny burn on the side of her calf. “Same thing happened to me! Alfroot and vilenium!” She cackled. “But I had nothing to treat it with, I was all out of-”
“-Springsprig!?” Melina interrupted, feeling her trepidation melt away almost immediately as she leaned forward. “You know, burns can also be treated with a bit of maloeleaf and honey…”
“...But only when set on a shelf for a few days…” Orla continued.
“To let the sugar break the petals down!” They both yelled in unison. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly both girls devolved into a fit of laughter as they reveled in finding a kindred soul.
Melina wiped a tear away from her eye, still snorting and in considerably higher spirits. “Ha...hahaha...so, erm...the limewort…” She murmured. “You use it often?”
Orla nodded, her grin the widest it had been as she got to her feet. “Oh, yes. It works wonders on urine stains.”
Reddening, Melina cleared her throat. “You...have a lot of experience cleaning...pee stains?”
Orla chuckled as she grabbed the jar again and began sprinkling the powder on the trousers. “More than you could imagine…” She replied, giving Melina a sly little smile. “You’ll see.”
Briefly perplexed by Melina’s cryptic response, Melina merely settled back with a gentle sigh. “Well...I suppose there are worse places to be trapped until autumn…”
Orla frowned gently, cocking her head. “Autumn?” She repeated.
Melina’s own frown returned, and she sighed deeply. “That’s how long I have to stay here...the Chief said I’d be free to go if I could hold my pee for ten minutes, but….I hadn’t gone in a day and a half, and that nasty orc kept...kept pressing and I...couldn't hold it…and now I’m stuck here...” She murmured, sounding quite forlorn.
Orla peered down at the girl, gently biting her lip as if wrestling with something. She knelt down next to the girl again. “There’s no sense worrying about it right now. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning, after a good night’s sleep.”
Melina looked up at Orla, her gentle, concerned features...for a fleeting moment, she reminded Melina of Priscilla…
Swallowing, Melina averted her gaze, nodding. Orla smiled, gently helping Melina up once more and leading her over to the bed. “Here...you can sleep here. I’ll be working on your trousers a bit longer, and I’m a bit of a night owl anyway…”
As soon as Melina sat down, her eyes felt heavy, as if all the anxiety from the day were weighing down on her. She gratefully laid down, pulling the covers over her body. Her eyes briefly flitted to Orla, humming gently to herself as she flitted about the hut… and slowly, she closed her eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.
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CHAPTER 3: Servitude
Melina was awoken by the smell of something cooking. It was....rich, aromatic, and a bit spicy… entirely foreign but still quite delicious-smelling. She sat up under the quilts, looking around the space. The room was still dim, illuminated only by the light shining around the thick curtain separating the room from the rest of the hut.
The hut….
Suddenly, the events of the past day flooded into Melina’s mind. The expedition, falling into the ravine, being found by the orcs, being brought to the Chief, weeing herself like a little girl…
Reality, cold and harsh, washed over her like a wave. She swallowed, trying to force down the anxiety welling up within her chest… she was bound to serve these creatures for the next few months, and she had no idea what such things would entail, but she could almost guarantee it would be unpleasant…
She took a shuddering gasp, tears welling at the corners of her eyes as she continued to contemplate her lot… what were her choices? She could try to run, but there were guard towers all over the place, and they were all in view of the exit. Even if she managed to escape, she had no idea where she was...she’d simply be wandering the forest, waiting for something even nastier than the orcs to find her.
Her shoulders slumped as the hopelessness of her situation continued to settle on her...she was well and truly trapped…
“Melina?” Came a voice from the other side of the curtain.
The young blonde blinked, turning towards the sound. “...Oh! Orla!” She exclaimed to herself, completely forgetting her woes as her host’s voice carried over to her.
The curtain was pulled back, causing Melina to shield her eyes from the sudden light as Orla peered down at her. She was dressed differently today, clad in a sleeveless dark leather vest that extended down past her waist over her skirts and was cinched with a belt adorned with all manner of pouches.
Melina’s eyes briefly flitted to Orla’s arms, fully exposed… they still were considerably more slender than the beefy strongwomen of the tribe, but they were no less sculpted, probably from years of stirring orcish concoctions.
Reddening gently, Melina cleared her throat.
“Erm...good morning…” She murmured.
Orla smiled gently. “Oh, good, you’re awake. You should get up and get dressed, breakfast is nearly done… and we’ll need to eat quickly, I imagine they’re finishing up at the mess hall soon…”
Melina blinked, frowning. “There’s a mess hall? Wait...so, why are you eating here?”
Orla chuckled, pushing the curtain further back. “All they like is to grab legs of mutton and tear into them...I prefer my breakfasts to have a little more...I dunno, variety.” She tittered, still smiling as she turned and sauntered back to the cauldron that Melina assumed was the source of the scent.
Her stomach growled… she realized she hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, and she was quite famished.
She pushed the quilts off of her and swung her legs over the side of the bed, getting to her feet. She looked around for a moment before spotting her trousers, folded neatly at the foot of the bed, underneath her freshly cleaned boots. With a sigh, she pulled them on, tugged on her boots and followed her nose out to the food.
Orla was back in the main parlour, stirring the contents of the cauldron. Melina smoothed down the night-tunic she’d been given as she strode in, looking around. “So, um… once we eat, we go to the mess hall?”
Orla turned round, nodding gently as she took the cauldron off the flame and set it on the linens before setting a flat pan-like surface over the flame. “Yes, but don’t worry… there won’t be too much of a mess to clean up, the losers of yesterday’s match will be on chore duty for the week, they’ll probably have taken care of it…”
Melina frowned, looking over at Orla. “...Yesterday’s match?”
Orla chuckled gently to herself as she reached over towards a small shelf above the table, grabbing a few eggs and cracking them into the sizzling pan. “The Kh’raven are an...interesting folk.” She said, her speech just as cryptic as last night. “There’s another match happening this morning...It would be easier for you to see than for me to simply tell you…”
Melina furrowed her brow, a strange sense of foreboding in her chest. “Come on, what is it? Is it some sort of sport?”
Orla raised her head, gently tapping her chin. “...Yeah, I’d say so.” She said, her grin returning as she turned her sightless gaze towards Melina.
Melina got the sense the orc girl was enjoying being deliberately vague, and so she decided to leave the subject alone. “Fine...so, what are you making?”
Orla seemingly ignored her question, merely pointing up towards the higher shelf. “Grab two of those bowls, will you?”
Melina huffed gently, but she acquiesced, striding over and grabbing two roughhewn wooden bowls down from above the cauldron and holding them out towards Orla. The orcish alchemist scooped the eggs off the pan with a wooden slat, sliding two into each bowl. She then took both the bowls and grabbed the iron ladle resting against the side of the cauldron, dipping it inside. She scooped up what looked to be a thick, rich brown stew that she ladled over the eggs, handing one bowl to Melina and keeping the other for herself.
Melina took a deep whiff, and immediately her mouth started watering, she was so hungry. As soon as Orla gave her a spoon, she dug in, practically shoving spoonfuls of the spicy brown gravy and eggs into her mouth.
Orla couldn’t help but chuckle as she sat down on a nearby stool with her own bowl, beginning to eat with a much less fervent speed.
Melina cleaned her bowl in nothing flat, smacking her lips and looking around towards the cauldron.
Orla looked up, only half-way through her own bowl. “The way you eat, I’d imagine you’ll fit in fine around here…” She chuckled, causing Melina to blush.
“...Sorry, I...hadn’t eaten since yesterday…”
Orla holds up a hand, shaking her head. “Don’t apologize...to be honest, most of my kin think you humans are too prim and proper anyways, it’s nice to see someone unabashedly enjoying themselves...well, figuratively, at least…” She added, her sightless eyes crinkling up in her cheeky grin.
Melina offered a small chuckle of her own… despite her instincts to remain guarded here, Orla was simply too easy to be around.
After a few more moments, the orc girl had finished as well, setting her own bowl down and getting to her feet. “Right then…” She murmured, dusting herself off. “Ready to go?”
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As the door swung open, Melina blinked in the light of the late morning sun, shining down warmly on the camp. The wooden walls cast short shadows over the grassy clearings, making this particular sector of the village look still somewhat dark. Melina noticed that the towers looked to be even more intricate in daylight, wooden slats latticed all up the sides as a rope ladder hung down the front for the guards to climb in and out.
In fact, she could see one now… a large green leg swung out of the nearest tower, resting on the top most rung before the rest of the orc followed. She looked no different than the other orcs from the back, bald save for a long braid protruding from the crown of her head. She too was clad in tightly wound leather pauldrons, a cloth tunic underneath her loincloth and her own leather vest that seemed to fasten in the back with brass clasps… though Melina noticed those clasp were undone. As she descended the ladder, Melina couldn’t help but notice her climbing was a little awkward. Her thighs were pressed together, making for some strange footwork as she tried to ease her way down the rope.
As she got to the ground, she stood, tensed for a minute before rolling her shoulders and turning around, making towards the camp proper with the same stiff tension in her body and her vest strangely pushed slightly out and away from her body.
Melina watched her go, frowning. “What’s the matter with her?” She asked.
Orla turned to Melina, frowning. “With who?”
Melina blinked. “What do you mean? That guard right there, didn’t you see her- oh…”
Her face burned with embarrassment as she cleared her throat, merely striding forward after the guard towards the main part of camp.
The rest of the camp was already alive with activity, multiple orcs striding across the pitch with crates under their arms or piles of weapons in their hands. The air was full of idle chatter, and somewhere in the distance, the grinding of a whetstone could be heard. In the light of day, Melina couldn’t help but noticed how much bigger everyone looked...except for Orla, not a single Orc was under 6 feet tall, most averaging to be at least a few inches taller than that, and every one of them had stacked bodies rippling with muscle and sinew that made Melina weak in the knees. Any one of these hulking amazons could snap her neck with a flex of their wrists, and she just had to pray none of them would get the urge.
Speaking of urge… Melina felt the barest twinges of a filling bladder within her abdomen. Having soiled herself so completely yesterday, and not having had much to drink since, it was not a strong sensation by any means...but she was quite paranoid about it now, especially seeing how she hadn’t noticed any facilities here last night.
Before she could fixate on the apparent lack of places one might relieve themselves, Melina felt Orla steering her away from the main pitch and towards the other archway leading to the eastern pavilion of the camp, where she could see a large wooden building that she assumed had to be the mess hall.
Upon entering, she was immediately assaulted by the dizzying scent of ale and the raucous laughter of the orc guard all crowded around the giant wooden table. All of them were talking and laughing and shoving and generally making nuisances of themselves, all with flagons of ale in their hands.
Towards the head of the table was Khamina, the loudest of all, pounding her fist on the table and waving her flagon back and forth, sloshing ale all across the table as she did.
Melina swallowed, trying her best to make herself seem small as she and Orla made their way further inside.
“OI!”
Melina flinched and raised her head in time to see the braid-headed orc from earlier...the one that had tortured Melina to the point of wetting herself, leering at her with a wide grin. “If it ain't Milkweed and her new pet! Just in time!”
The rest of the orcs howled in laughter, and Melina found her cheeks burning with indignation. Orla too frowned, though her expression was more one of quiet reservedness. “Good morning, Malash…” she murmured quietly.
Malash upended the rest of her flagon into her mouth, belching before setting it down. “Yer just in time...me an’ the gals just finished up here. Perimeter guard just came in from their shift, so, hope you got that lime-whatever ready, I imagine we’re gonna have a soakin’ floor here soon…”
“*hff, hff*... f-fuck off, Malash…” Huffed a voice from the other side of the table. Melina recognized this one, too… the one who’d come down from that tower. She had stood, glowering at the guard captain’s second in command with her thighs still pressed tightly together and undulating against one another. “Perimeter guard’s just fine…”
Malash chuckled, shrugging. “If yeh say so, Murob...looks like yer about t’spill a gusher right now… and yer squad doesn’t look much better...” She cackled, gesturing to the row of squirming, wiggling orc guards. Each bore a look of extreme discomfort on their tusken faces, and there was a fair amount of creaking as they ground their giant green asses into the bench.
“Ain’t about to spill nothin’. We spend all day and night in those towers without a single change while the rest of yeh just hose down any tree whenever the mood strikes ya...” The orc woman smirked, her hands on the table and her undulating hips betraying her smug taunts.
Malash’s grin only widened. “Fine. Let’s see, then...who can sit here the longest. Losers take the first watch of winter.”
Murob snorted. “Yer on. Yer gonna eat your fuckin’ words, rot-tusk...
“Oh, I think I’m startin’ to want yeh teh make me, puny-pouch…” Malash responded in kind, eyeing her rival with a strange hunger.
“Hey, both a’ you knock it off.” Khamina called over the din, glaring at the two of them. “Both of yeh are gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves. Murob, why don’t yeh take a walk and cool off… Malash, sit down and stop being so fuckin’ annoying.” She grumbled.
Malash’s grin soured immediately at this, but after a single glare from Khamina, she scowled and took a seat anyway, grumbling to herself.
“What was that?” Khamina asked immediately, glaring at Malash, who merely set her jaw.
“Hmph...that’s what I thought. Alright, you lumps, break’s over...Tarog, you lost the match yesterday, so you get to clean up, but lucky for you, you got help.” She said, grinning over at Melina.
As all eyes turned to her, Melina reddened, dropping her gaze again.
“Oi...isn’t that the human Malash made piss herself last night?”
“I think it is...Ghora said she’d been holdin’ it all day…”
“That’s nothin’, Ognild told me she liked it…”
“Hahaha, no way? She liked gettin’ piss on her? Shit, I ain’t been since the hunt yesterday morning! Hey, humie, I got some piss for yeh, yeh wanna-”
“Alright...That’s enough.” Khamina huffed, though one could tell she was trying to suppress a grin. “Guard, time for rounds. Perimeter, back to your stations. The rest of you...I dunno, go make yourselves useful. If you want a piss, now’s the time, cause once we get to work, that’s it for the day.”
The orcs nodded, grumbling as they got up and started leaving the table… though more than a few of them winced while doing so, looking to be moving just as stiffly as Murob was earlier, though they seemed to be taking great lengths not to show it. Melina could tell, though, they all were in varying states of discomfort… and by the number of empty flagons on the table, it wasn’t surprising. Only one stayed behind; a thicker orc with more pronounced hips wiggling to and fro and two twin braids running down her back. With a glower, she turned to Melina.
“Well?” She sneered. “Clean this up, gorgeous.”
Melina swallowed and nodded, immediately setting to collecting the spent flagons from the table.
At this, Orla frowned, looking. “Khamina said these were your chores, Tarog…” She huffed. “You can’t just pawn them off on our guest.”
Tarog snorted. “The hell I can’t…It’s been a while since we had a grunt around here...” She muttered, grinning as she popped Melina’s arse, causing the young girl to yelp. “Khamina said she’s supposed to help. She’s helpin’. If you wanna speed up the process, go right ahead, milkweed.” She muttered, flexing her shoulders. “I’m off teh take a slash n’ train. And you’d better do a damn good job, cause if I get in trouble, you get in trouble.” She growled at Melina before storming out of the mess hall.
Melina said nothing, merely continuing to collect the flagons and trying not to let the orc’s words get to her.
Orla sighed, shaking her head. “...I’m sorry, we really are an inconsiderate bunch…” She murmured.
Melina shook her head. “It’s alright...the less time I have to spend around these louts, the better…” She grumbled. “Erm...present company excluded…”
Orla smiled, feeling her way towards the table and beginning to help clear it off.
They worked in silence for a few moments, clearing most everything off and rubbing down the tables before the door swung open, and in came Murob, back from her walk and looking decidedly worried; her meaty fists were clenched by her sides, her hips swaying to and fro.
The orcess frowned, glaring around. “Where’d everyone go?”
Orla looked up, her empty gaze rising. “Khamina dismissed them. They’ve gone to their duties for the day.”
Murob’s eyes widened. “Have they!? Oh, thank Belok…” She hissed, hurriedly hoisting her tunic up and pushing a thick green hand into her crotch, gritting her teeth as she did so. “Fuck, I gotta piss…”
Melina blinked, reddening as she realized what was going on.
After a few moments, the woman sighed gently, apparently getting the urge under control. She grunted, sighing as she moved her clothes back into place before looking up at Melina. “Yeh aren’t gonna breathe a word of this.” She hissed threateningly before turning and stalking back out the door.
Melina merely stared at the door, open-mouthed in shock, her cyan eyes wide as she looked back at Orla.
“Did you-did she just-why did she-”
Orla chuckled gently, raising her head towards Melina. “Like I told you...we’re an interesting folk…”
Melina swallowed. “B-but she just-I mean she- a-and just out in the open…”
Orla nodded. “Yeah, and it sounded like she really needed it....I’m sure you can relate...” she added with a grin.
Melina set her jaw, slamming a flagon down and turning to Orla with hands on her hips. “Okay, what is this all about? And earlier, with those...those comments…” She muttered, reddening even more.
Orla’s grin only widened. “It’s...a little odd…” She murmured. “Basically, they-
“Oi!” Came a call from outside. “The match is startin’ Make sure all your bets are placed!”
Melina blinked, looking over at Orla.
The young sightless orc chuckled. “Providence...come on, this’ll be better than my explanation…”
The two left the mess hall and emerged back into the main pavilion, where a crowd of orcs was forming around the center pitch.
Melina and Orla came around and squeezed through a hole in the crowd towards the front, where they- or at least Melina - had a much better view.
She could see that there were two orc women in the center, each stretching their arms and flexing their muscles in displays of intimidation. Both were nearly nude, save for long loincloths and scant fur bras that barely contained their sumptuous breasts. Both eyed each other with an intense competitiveness...and another emotion that Melina couldn’t quite place.
The most curious thing, however, was how each of them was sporting a considerable, rotund bulge in their abdomens...hard prominent lumps nestled right over their crotches and stretching their jade skin in almost grotesque fashions.
Melina frowned. “Erm… Orla…” She murmured. “Their stomachs…”
Orla took a deep breath, nodding. “Remember what I told you about how the Kh’raven value strength? Well, I meant in all its forms. Not just being able to swing a sword or lift a tree trunk, but...fortitude. Willpower. The ability to control your body through any circumstance, even..extreme need to relieve oneself.”
Melina blinked, slowly looking up at Orla. “The need to…?” She trailed off as a bell was struck and the two orc women crouched, beginning to circle one another.
Orla nodded again. “It manifests everywhere, even in our sports. This is an Endurance Match...you and your opponent both relieve yourselves at dawn. Then, you wait all day and all night without peeing before meeting up on this pitch to wrestle the next day… first one to give in and soil herself loses, which is seen as an act of extreme dishonor.”
Melina swallowed, feeling her head begin to swim. “So...t-they just...grapple each other and try not to pee?”
Orla nodded. “More or less. There are rules, of course… no weapons, no gut punches, no scratching, all that...but beyond that, it’s simply a battle of wills. Anything goes.”
Melina watched the two orcs flex their shoulders, still circling round and glaring each other down. “So...you all do this...for fun!?” She hissed incredulously.
Orla’s grin returned. “Some do. It actually started as a rite of passage for becoming part of the guard, the toughest of us, and slowly it grew from there. Now it’s mostly a way to challenge for ranks, place bets, settle arguments… the more you can hold and the longer you can hold it, the more respect you get. Some say the Chief’ll go days without peeing, without even breaking a sweat.”
Melina swallowed. “That sounds...erm, painful…” She murmured, though her eyes remained glued to the circling orc women.
Orla nodded. “It certainly can be, but… to tell you the truth, some do grow to enjoy feeling their bladders stretch beyond their limits, swelling with urine for hours on end without the slightest intention of relieving that pressure…” She murmured, taking another deep breath.
Just then, the orcs lunged for each other, prompting a cheer from the crowd as they grappled each other's shoulders. They snarled, both staggering around the pitch, muscles straining as they tried to force each other backwards.
One of the orcs, lighter green and slightly taller, planted her feet, bearing down her arms on her shorter, darker opponent. This orc was forced to widen her stance in order to hold her ground, and one could see her thighs quivering as she fought both against her opponent and her straining bladder. She managed to break the grasp, staggering back and taking a deep breath, her whole body flexing as she tensed...it was clear she’d been seconds away from spurting, but she just barely held herself back.
Melina reddened even further. It was all so...strange...Sure, it wasn’t as if Melina herself didn’t take pride in her prodigious bladder capacity, and, yes, perhaps some times she could have availed herself of the privy, she chose not to, but those were purely for reasons of convenience...right?
“Does...does everyone participate in these, then?”
Orla nodded. “For the most part. Khamina there’s the reigning champion.” She murmured, nodding to the guard captain on the other side of the pitch, arms crossed and gaze focused as she watched the two women grapple. “She hasn’t lost one challenge…”
Melina frowned. “Wait, so...she’s the strongest?”
Orla shrugged. “The strongest to be challenged. There’s still the Chief, of course, no one has dared challenge her in years...and even if they did, they’d lose. Even Khamina can’t outlast the Chief…And she’s tried.”
Melina swallowed again, cheeks red and her head still a bit hazy as she turned back to the match. The taller orc had the shorter one in a headlock, forcing her to drop to one knee. Her powerful arms flexed as she tried to pry her opponent’s arm from around her neck, her face turning an even darker green as she struggled. The taller orc looped her other arm underneath the shorter one’s armpits in an attempt to force her hands up, but the slight shift in pressure was all the shorter orc needed. With a heavy grunt, she lurched forward with all her strength, pulling the taller orc off of her feet with a grunt and slamming her on her back before her. The taller orc yelped as she was flung, grunting as she hit the dirt and immediately arching her back, her thighs quivering as she barely managed to avoid losing the flood.
The shorter orc was quick to capitalize on this reversal of fortune, grabbing her opponent’s arms and forcing them upwards above her head. Her legs then swung over the taller orc’s shoulders and down, snaking up under her thighs and forcing them apart so that she couldn’t close them if she wanted to. With a wicked grin, she reached down and began roughly massaging the taut bulge in the taller orc’s abdomen.
Melina’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the poor orc woman’s distended bladder get rolled around and squeezed without there being a thing she could do about it. The taller orc thrashed and hissed, but what she had in height she lacked in physical strength, unable to break free of the shorter orc’s vice grip. And so, she simply lay there, writhing helpless as the shorter orc palpated her swollen bladder, forcing the urine down towards her weakening peehole. The entire crowd watched in fervid anticipation for the inevitable outcome, and within a few minutes, the taller orc’s muscles gave out. With a cry, a gout of urine sprayed high into the sky, twinkling radiantly in the sunlight as it arced through the air before splattering down noisily on the dirt, causing a cheer to go up from the crowd.
The shorter orc released her still-peeing opponent, getting unsteadily to her feet and pumping a fist into the air, her own thighs defiantly spread even as they shook with the effort of holding her own urine in.
Just then, Chief Urza held up her hand, and the crowd went silent. “Well fought, both of you… but Kasha, you’ve emerged the winner, and we all know what that means…” She trailed off with a grin.
“VICTORY PISS! VICTORY PISS!” The crowd cried.
The shorter orc grinned, haughtily pulling aside her own loincloth and letting lose her own waters into the dirt by the taller orc’s feet. The crowd cheered even harder for that, whooping and hollering and laughing as the victor’s stream began to run down and mix with the loser’s puddle. Melina swallowed, her face as red as ever as the orc took her victory lap, high-fiving and grasping forearms getting no small amount of friendly swats to her thick, gropable ass...possibly a few more than were necessary, seeing as soon as she got one, quite a few orcs pushed each other aside for a chance to spank the mound of jiggling green flesh.
The taller orc was still on the ground, eyes fluttering as she positively flooded the pitch in her urine...no one seemed to be paying her any mind; or rather, they were going to great lengths not to.
Finally, the victorious orc got round to Khamina, who grinned and clapped her on the back. “Fuckin’ superb, Kasha…” She chuckled, her eyes quickly moving down to trace over the orc woman’s voluptuous form. “Didn’t know if you were gonna pull it out for a second there, Mazog looked like she had you…”
The Orc Kasha grinned, cackling herself. “Fuckin’ nearly did...thought I was a goner when she got her hand on me neck, and I could feel her b- erm, well, I thought she had me.” She finished, chuckling again.
Just then, another orc emerged next to Khamina...this one a fair bit taller, and dressed in an interleaved leather tunic and calf-high leather boots. Her pauldrons were silver, shining in the light, and her loincloth nearly reached the ground.
“Most impressive.” Chief Urza murmured, grinning down at the orc. Immediately, Kasha bowed her head, a fist over her heart. “Ah, C-Chief!” She exclaimed. “I, uh...didn’t know you were watching…”
The Chief chuckled drily. “Well, I didn’t want to put any undue pressure on you… but I do greatly enjoy these matches, and you both performed beautifully...shame Mazog couldn’t pull it out…” She muttered, casting a disdainful glance towards the orc still on the ground.
Khamina and Kasha both turned towards Mazog, frowning piteously.
Chief Urza strode past them, over to the fallen orc. “Get up and go get cleaned up.” She said shortly before moving on. Kasha strode up after her, looking down at her opponent and offering a hand. “Yeh gave me a helluva fight…”
Mazog swallowed, her cheeks dark green with humiliation as she looked up at Kasha. “Hmph…” She muttered, but she took the hand anyway, and was hoisted up.
Mazog swallowed again, looking away. “Thanks…”
Kasha nodded, turning back towards the pitch and moving to receive more adulation...though one could see her rump swaying this way and that as she felt Mazog’s gaze on it.
Melina felt a hand on her shoulder as Orla turned towards her. “Come on… let’s get back to the hut, don’t wanna be hanging around here…” The young blonde nodded, her eyes tracing over the orcs who were busy chatting with one another, all bearing the same strange tension in their faces. Best go while they were preoccupied.
As the pair made their way away from the pitch, Orla sighed gently, turning to Melina. “So...now you know about our...strange fascinations…” She chuckled.
Melina nodded, though her cheeks were still red. “I didn’t think you were serious…” She murmured. “It all seems so odd, a-and...a little...I dunno, lewd…”
Orla bit her lip, her own cheeks coloring. “Well, actually, we-”
“And where do you think you’re going?” Said a voice from behind her. Melina whirled around to find herself staring at a well muscled midriff, her eyes trailing upward past those mountainous breasts to the leering face of Malash.
Next to her was the victorious orc Kasha, peering at Melina with curiosity.
Orla immediately bowed her head, her fist over her chest in a similar manner to what Kasha had done. “Excuse us, Malash, we were just returning to our quarters…
The orcess chuckled wickedly. “Perhaps you are, but there’s work to be done for our new pet…” She said, turning her smug grin on Melina.
Melina swallowed, glaring up at the woman defiantly. “What do you want?”
Malash’s grin widened. “I’d watch that tone of yours, meat… ya might notice Khamina isn’t here to keep me from bashing your head in.”
Melina swallowed, burying her anger down as she lowered her head. “Sorry…” She muttered.
Malash chuckled and nodded. “Yeah...that’s more like it. You’re here to help clean up, right? Well, Kasha here happens to be on her way to the shower stalls and in need of your services, isn’t that right?” She said, looking over at her fellow orcish warrior.
Slowly, Kasha’s face split into a grin. “I reckon I do…” She said, turning a lascivious eye on Melina.
Melina’s face paled as she thought about the implications of the woman’s words. “Y-you can’t be serious…” She muttered.
Malash’s smirk soured into a sneer. “Don’t recall askin’ for your opinion, meat…” She huffed. “You gonna come quietly or do I need t’ go to the Chief? Sure she’d love to hear about you refusin’ a direct order from yer betters…”
Melina set her jaw, but she didn’t argue.
“You heard her, humie. Let’s go.” She said, grabbing Melina’s arm and beginning to pull her away. The poor girl cast one more mortified look at Orla as she was pulled away.
She was half-led, half-dragged to a stable-like building, unsurprisingly made of wood like every other one. Kasha pushed the door open, revealing a row of stalls separated by wooden partitions, each equipped with a large wooden bucket. Kasha grabbed it and tossed it back at Melina
“Go fill that with water, and be quick about it.” Kasha growled.
Melina caught the bucket, looking at it before looking back at the woman. “I...I don’t know where to go…” She murmured.
Kasha turned, glaring at her. “The fuckin’ well out back, do I have to spell everything out for you? Don’t make me wait, or you’ll regret it.” She hissed.
Swallowing, Melina did as she was told, hurrying back out and around the other side of the building, where indeed there was a cobblestone well reaching into the ground. She quickly fastened the bucket to the clasps on the rope and began lowering it down.
She could hardly believe her rotten luck… not even a day here and she was gonna be forced to wash a smelly orc...she should never have gone on that stupid expedition…
She fetched the water and promptly returned to the stall, not keen on getting in any more trouble than she might be.
As she entered, her cheeks reddened upon finding Kasha completely nude, her strong thighs undulating as she bent over to remove her ankle wrappings and flashing her shapely rear as she did.
As she turned round, she smirked at Melina. She put a hand on her hip, the verdant orbs on her chest jiggling lightly as she did so. “Yeah, drink it in. Reckon yeh probably haven’t seen a real woman before. Now get over here, I’m tired of smellin’ like a barn.”
Melina swallowed, shuffling forward with the bucket.
“Woah, what d’you think yer doing?” Kasha huffed. “Yeh don’t bathe with clothes on, do you?” She asked, smirking as her eyes bored into Melina’s.
Melina looked up, her cheeks coloring yet again. “I...B-but I-”
Kasha’s grin widened. “Take ‘em off. Wouldn’t want yeh getting wet…” She breathed, her tongue tracing along her tusks.
Melina wanted to protest, but she knew it would be a bad idea to do so. She swallowed one more time, taking a deep breath.
Slowly, she set the bucket down and shakily grabbed the corners of her tunic, pulling it up and over her pale, smooth torso and, compared to the orc, relatively diminutive chest.
Next, she kicked off her boots and undid the strings of her trousers and lowered them over her rear and down her milky thighs, trying to ignore Kasha’s eyes roving ravenously over her naked form.
Feeling quite exposed and acutely vulnerable, she picked up the bucket and shuffled into the stall.
Kasha snorted. “What are you waitin’ for? Pour it on me…” She muttered, lifting her arms to clasp above her head.
Melina swallowed again, moving forward and beginning to slowly pour the water over the orc’s body, trying to keep her eyes away.
“Ah, much better…” The orc cackled, leering down at Melina. “Now...wipe me down.” She said, grabbing a rag off the hook on the side of the stall and handing it to her.
Melina swallowed once more; she’d been afraid of this. She took the rag with shaky hands, beginning to gently dab at the woman’s torso with slow, light strokes, her eyes shut tight.
“Oi, we don’t have all day!” Kasha barked. “I said, WIPE!” She said, grabbing the girl’s wrist and forcing her hand to her midriff.
Melina yelped in surprise and pain as she was bent to the orc’s will, acquiescing to the demand and beginning to wipe in more attentive circles.
“Hmph...better.” The Orc woman muttered. “Now me chest…” She put her hands on her hips, arching her back to thrust her breasts towards Melina.
The young blonde took another deep breath, slowly beginning to dry off the smooth, rounded orbs… they were softer than she’d anticipated, and warm to the touch...even under the rag Melina could feel the outline of the nipple, gently stiffening under her ministrations...and with a pang of mortification, she felt her own responding in kind.
“Yeah...now me thighs…” The orc grumbled, her voice taking on a bit of a husky edge. Melina obliged, swiftly moving down to the woman’s thick, powerful thighs in an attempt to get this done quickly as possible.
She slowed as her wiping traced higher, higher…
She felt the orc shudder as she neared her crotch. “Hnn...I didn’t tell yeh t’ stop…” The orc growled huskily. “And I’m gettin’ tired of telling yeh t’get on with it…” She muttered, her voice taking on a dangerous edge.
Melina took another deep breath, tracing up the last few inches.
A deep hiss escaped Kasha’s throat as Melina’s hand made contact with her core...it was even warmer to the touch than the rest of her body.
“Spend a little extra time here...it’s the dirtiest part, after all…” Kasha breathed.
Melina pursed her lips and did as she was asked, slowly moving her rag-clad hand back and forth a few times. Kasha’s breath got heavier, her snorts getting more and more frequent. “Yeah...yeah, keep goin’...be thorough…”
Melina continued to wipe back and forth across the searing mons...until, suddenly, she began to feel a dampness on the rag as Kasha’s voice began to raise in tone, getting almost girlish.
“Hnnn...y-you’re almost done…” She growled, slowly bucking her hips into Melina’s hand as she raised a meaty hand to massage a giant green teat.
Melina merely squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for this charade to end….and after a few more moments, she felt Kasha’s body seize up...and suddenly her hand was covered with an effusion of musky liquid, soaking through the fabric and staining her fingers.
She quickly dropped the rag and pulled her hand away, taking a deep shuddering breath.
Kasha let out a low groan, ending with a chuckle. “Ahhhh-hah-ha-hahnnn...yeah, that’s the stuff...ain’t been properly ‘cleaned’ in ages…” She chuckled, grinning down at Melina. “Yer done here. Get yer clothes back on and fuck off.” She said, grabbing a towel and beginning to dab at her arms.
Melina didn’t need telling twice, hurriedly grabbing her clothes with her clean hand and hurrying out of the stall. She struggled to pull her clothes on with one hand, breathing heavily as she tried not to feel thoroughly unsullied. Even more unsettling was the throbbing in her own chest, and...other areas… even the scent of Kasha’s juices on her hand was making her head swim, tinging with desire… she needed to get away from here, and fast.
~~~~~
“Ah...sorry, I should’ve warned you…” Orla murmured as she and Melina made their way back to the mess hall to see about cleaning after dinner
Melina swallowed, her cheeks reddening. “It’s fine...It’s over now…”
Orla turned to the girl with a sympathetic expression on her face. “I know it’s not much consolation, but...she must’ve been really pent up…”
Melina frowned. “What do you mean?”
Orla pursed her lips. “The Kh’raven are...kind of traditional, let’s say. Sure, we’re a bunch of lawless wastrels, but we still have some cultural precepts that we adhere to… one of which is a strict ban on sexual activity outside of marriage in the eyes of Belok.” She murmured. “And since all the men are at war, everyone’s been… well, unsatisfied. Some of them manage, and other try to cheat, like Kasha. In fact, the Endurance Match used to be no-contact, until someone figured out a wrestling match was an excuse to grope each other.”
Melina listened intently to Orla’s speech, feeling herself redden again. “So...everyone’s married, and...that’s it?”
Orla chuckled. “Well, everyone but me. Most orc men aren’t keen on a blind weakling like me, they’d rather have a strong warrior to bear their children. It’s all the same to me, most of those men are...not my type.” She murmured, continuing to stir.
Melina’s eyes flicked up, her ears perking up as the same words she’d uttered to Priscilla came back around. “Oh…” She murmured, her heart thudding a bit more. “I...I see…”
Orla turned, a wan smile on her face. “Does this bother you? I understand humans are similarly inclined…”
Melina swallowed. “Oh, erm, yeah...I-I mean no… o-or well, they are, but, uh...I’m...not.” She finished.
Orla blinked, seeming a bit surprised herself. “Oh? Well that’s...nice…” She murmured, turning back to her cauldron with a bit of coloring on her cheeks.
They strode in silence the rest of the time, both pondering the other’s words.
“OI! Milkweed!” Called a voice. Melina and Orla both looked up to see an orc hailing them from the mess hall. “Hurry it up, bout to have a river a-flowin’!”
Melina and Orla both looked at each other before hurrying towards the building, and what as sight it was when they entered.
All around them were orc women in states of extreme duress, hunched over tables and wiggling their arses in the air or leaning against walls and sliding up and down, thick green thighs twisted up around each other. Vests and leather breastplates lain strewn all over the ground, and trousers were loosened to accommodate the massive bulge every orc was sporting in their abdomens.
In the center of the room stood Malash, gripping the side of the table so hard her knuckles turned white as she snorted repeatedly. A single bead of sweat ran down the bridge of her nose and onto her tusks and she tensed her hips back and forth, her teeth grinding against one another.
Across from her was Murob, the orc from earlier...she looked to be in an even worse state, sat on the bench and rocking back and forth. Her face was twisted up in agony as she fought with everything in her not to gush all over the ground, her rounded abdomen distended so heavily it looked as though she were pregnant.
Melina felt her heart leap into her throat, her eyes fluttering as her brain swam with so much arousal she was nearly seeing stars.
“Y-you perimeter guards got nothin’ on us…” Malash hissed through gritted teeth, glaring across at Murob. “Yeh best...best give up…”
Murob threw her head back for a moment, her left thigh bouncing up and down as she took a series of short gasps. “N-never…” She groaned. “We can...go all night if we need to… though I take it you and your band of merry scouts aren’t gonna last the hour…”
Malash shivered, squeezing her thighs together and banging a fist on the table as she groaned through her pain. Both orcish women were clearly on the verge of flooding their tunics, yet neither would concede.
Melina looked over at Orla, eyes fixated on nothing...and yet the demure little alchemist was breathing a bit heavily, her ears twitching as they took in the heady groans and grunts and grumbles of desperation from around her...one could almost hear the sheer volume of liquid currently straining every orc bladder past it’s limits.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of sweaty orc bodies writhing as they vainly fought the urge to obey their bodies’ desperate pleas to ease their overburdened bladders...and suddenly, there was a break.
A dusky-skinned orc with arms bigger than tree-trunks cried out as she braced against the wall, shuddering as her control broke and a veritable torrent of urine came streaming out from beneath her tunic, splattering noisily on the ground beneath her. The sound of their sword-sister violently relieving herself seemed too much for the other orcs, and within moments there was another strangled cry and another deluge of pee blasting the dusty floor.
As if a domino effect had been set off, willpower all around gave out, filling the mess hall with the cacophonous chorus of draining bladders and guttural groans of relief. The task now became not to see who could hold it the longest, but who could surrender to the pressure with the least collateral damage. The first few simply gave up and flooded themselves where they stood or sat, shivering in euphoric relief. Others with a bit more control managed to squat or go spread-eagled, taking what little aim they could manage as gouts of dark piss jetted from their tortured sphincters. The strongest orcs had managed to stagger away to corners or doorways, feverishly clawing their loincloths out of the way before allowing themselves to finally pour out their bladders against support beams or on the grass, salvaging their clothes as they were at last able to get the explosive relief they craved.
Finally, it came down to the leaders; only Murob and Malash continued to deny themselves what their respective underlings were allowing themselves; a great, gushing, glorious piss…. But it was clear it was a narrow victory.
Murob’s entire body trembled, her eyes fluttering and her tusken jaw slack with euphoria as she pulled aside her loincloth and hosed down the ground in a thick stream that looked more like someone had punctured the side of an ale barrel than a woman relieving herself. Malash wasn’t far behind, having lifted her leg against the wall and soaking the baseboards for all she was worth, growling in pleasured release.
For a few minutes, there was nothing but the noisy splattering of orc urine on dirt as both women poured out what seemed to be a whole lake’’s worth of piss. Melina was mortified...and yet, she couldn’t look away, from the orc’s partially exposed body and tilted hips to her look of near-orgasmic relief...
Finally, the flow diminished, and Malash shook her hips to rid herself of the last few drops, panting deeply.
“Hah...hah...nn, humie…” She grunted, glaring at Melina. “Best get yer little washcloth ready…”
Melina swallowed, her eyes flitting at the least a dozen orcs all currently dripping with their own piss.
Moments later, she was back in the cleaning stalls...and apparently, Kasha had been liberal with her recounting of her experience, because nearly every orc insisted that Melina “personally attend” them as well. As the latest orc grunted, creaming herself on Melina’s fingers, the young girl was quite randy herself now, her face a permanent shade of red.
After cleaning herself up, Melina returned to Orla’s hut, her breath still a bit ragged after the endless parade of muscular, verdant green amazon bodies. Orla was busy cleaning, a stack of soaked loincloths beside her.
“Well, that was surely something…” Orla murmured.
Melina swallowed. “I...don’t wanna talk about it…” She muttered. It had gone far beyond revulsion...she was...aroused. There was no other word for it. Cleaning those big, beautiful orc women had gotten to her...and that made her feel dirty. “I’ve...never done things like that before today, and now…” She muttered, reddening again.
Orla frowned. “Really? Never? Is there not ...someone special, back in the human village?”
Melina swallowed. “Not really, no. I...well, there’s my best friend, Priscilla, but...we’re just that. Friends. I’ve never done anything with her. And I’m okay with that, really.”
Orla pursed her lips. “You miss her…”
Melina swallowed. “...I do...and I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again…” She murmured, feeling her eyes water as she stared at the table.
Orla continued to stir, her eyes gazing emptily ahead.
“...You will.” she said finally, turning around.
Melina sighed. “I know, I get to leave in the fall, but I don’t know if-”
“No.” Orla murmured, setting her jaw resolutely. “We’re going to get you out of here.”
Melina looked up, frowning. “How? I don’t know where I am, and it’s not like we’d even make it out of the compound…”
Orla swallowed. “You can if the guard escorts you. And they’ll have to, if the Chief orders it.”
Melina blinked. “Why would she do that?”
Orla took a deep breath. “Because you’re going to challenge her to an Endurance Match. If you win, she’ll be forced to free you.”
Melina merely stared at Orla. “Surely you can’t be serious...No one can beat the Chief, you said so yourself…”
Orla leveled her gaze. “There is a way. It’s dangerous, and you’ll still be plenty bursting by the time it’s over, but… you can win.”
Melina looked up into Orla’s gaze. She looked sure of herself, and more serious than Melina had ever seen her.
With a swallow, she nodded. “Tell me what to do.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Edited October 21, 2020 by Foxlover
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DISCLAIMER: Bit of a "dryer" (heh) chapter in comparison to the last one, but still important, and it sets up the final chapter to be posted next!
CW: FUTA. IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT, DO NOT CONTINUE PAST THIS POINT. I WARNED YE.
CHAPTER 4: The Wager
Melina blew a piece of flaxen hair out of her eye as she moved around the entrance to the weapons’ hut, thatched broom in hand, sweeping away stray bits of straw and debris from around the shed as Khamina, the guard captain sat by a whetstone, meticulously sharpening the edge of her battle axe.
After a little more than a week’s worth of menial tasks for the orcs, the girl had changed somewhat in appearance. Her clothes consisted of little more than her roughspun trousers, boots and a sleeveless tunic with bindings around her chest to keep the rough material of her tunic from rubbing her breasts raw. She’d also fallen into somewhat of a routine; Each morning she’d have breakfast with Orla, then it was off immediately to the dining hall to clean up after the perimeter guard’s morning meal. She’d since mixed a tincture of limewort and saphroot which, when added to water, created a solution that practically neutralized all manner of germ and foodstuff on the dishes, leaving them ‘sparklier than an elf-whore’s nipple-studs’, according to Khamina. In the afternoon she’d avail herself of whatever chores the Chief assigned to her; sometimes she’d be back in Orla’s hut helping her mend torn britches and boots, or on days where there was an Endurance Match, throwing fresh water on the inevitable pools of urine on the battle pitch and covering it with fresh, clean dirt. Luckily, Urza had caught wind of the “special attention” the winners of these matches were getting, and the increased scrutiny made it so the orcs no longer propositioned the human serving girl for some after-battle “relief”. However, that didn’t mean she herself didn’t let her hands linger in places they maybe shouldn’t, the tiniest of smirks on her face at every twitch, snort and coo she was able to elicit when she prodded the right spot. Being the smallest and weakest person in the camp, it gave Melina a great deal of satisfaction to know she had some small power over these jade-skinned amazons...and she couldn’t deny the heat in her own core watching these broad-shouldered behemoths shudder in time with her ministrations.
In the evening she’d make her rounds through the perimeter guard, bringing them food if they were on the transition shift, and then back to chores while the rest of the camp was on leisure. The orcs had seemingly gotten used to Melina’s presence, and while they certainly weren’t all the way to hospitable, they were much less deliberately unkind as when she’d first arrived. Some of them had even engaged her in conversation; Khamina would always acknowledge her on her way out of the compound for scouting, as would Ognild and Ghora. With them gone, the camp was left to the eye of the perimeter guard for vigilance and protection.
This particular part of the day had been crucial to the plan she and Orla had come up with.
If Melina was going to win the match, she was going to need any advantage...or rather, her opponent was going to need a disadvantage. Orla explained that there was a fungus that grew in a patch not far from her called lumencap, and that it acted as a natural diuretic for orcs...one that worked extremely fast given orc-kind’s ridiculously fast metabolisms. Melina had found the revelation almost ironic given how she’d gotten into this mess, but the knowledge that she was already familiar with the reagent made her more confident. Every night, while everyone else slept, Melina and Orla would sneak out of the compound, underneath two rotted logs at the end of the wall near Orla’s hut, which conveniently lay in a blind spot for the guard towers. Orla led, since it was too risky to light a fire and her blindness meant she could navigate just as well in the dark as she could in the light.
When they got to the patch, the two of them would immediately get to work, filling their sacks with as much lumencap as they could before hightailing it back to the compound. They’d been doing this for the past several nights, and Melina had to admire Orla’s deftness in moving through the forest despite her handicap; they’d never once come close to being caught. In fact, according to Orla, they only need a couple more sacks of the stuff before they were ready for the next phase of their plan.
She was shocked out of her idle thoughts as her absentminded sweeping took her in the path of a stone, which she promptly tripped over.
“Careful there, man-cub....” Khamina grunted offhand as she lifted the axe to inspect her work. Melina righted herself immediately, reddening a bit and getting back to her sweeping.
“Dammit, edge keeps chipping…” Khamina grunted, frowning down at the blade in displeasure. Melina looked up at the miniscule chinks in the edge of the axe, and then at the orc herself. “You’re not doing it right…” She murmured.
Khamina looked up with equal parts annoyance and surprise, her lips curling over her tusks. “Fuck yeh mean, I’m ‘not doin’ it right’? I’m Captain o’ the guard, I been sharpenin’ me axe years before yeh got here, humie.” She grunted.
Melina pursed her lips, but she was undeterred. “The blade’s iron, isn’t it? Iron’s softer than steel, you need to apply less weight on the whetstone if you want the edge to be even.”
Khamina frowned, looking down at her blade and then up at Melina again with confusion. “Yeah? And how does a scrawny little thing like you know anythin’ about weapons?” She huffed, peering down at the girl curiously.
Melina went back to sweeping. “Back home my father was a blacksmith. He supplied the weapons to our local militia, and he’d bring me to the shop sometimes while mother was away on her seamstress work.”
Khamina grunted, looking back down at her weapon. Her eyes flitted briefly to Melina before she began honing the edge of the axe again...this time with a significantly lighter touch.
As Melina continued to sweep, she’d hear a grumble behind her. “Hmph...not bad, humie…” Khamina muttered as she held the axe aloft, looking at it with grudging admiration.
Melina smiled to herself as she continued to sweep, the praise from the orcess being no less satisfying for it having been reluctant. “I’m glad I could help.” She murmured. “Word is you’ve got a match tomorrow…”
Khamina snorted. “‘S’right. Against Malash. My mead’s been disappearin’, and I fuckin’ know it’s her. She keeps denying it, even when I can smell it right on her breath.”
Melina’s face darkened somewhat at the mention of Malash. Out of all the orcs in the village, Malash was the only one Melina actively disliked. Ever since Khamina’d kept Malash from harassing her, the dusky green orcess had had it in for Melina, tripping her whenever they passed by one another, “accidentally” spilling mead down Melina’s front...she’d even pulled her loin cloth aside to let go a boiling gout of piss on a spot of the floor Melina had just finished cleaning, and forced her to start over with a cackle.
“Hmph...she probably did. Arrogant green bitch…” Melina muttered, prompting a whistle from Khamina.
“Got some stones on you, man-cub, better not let her catch yeh sayin’ that…”
A thrill of fear went through Melina as she realized she might’ve just gotten herself in trouble, but as she turned towards Khamina, she realized the guard captain was smirking. “Yeah, she gets on my fuckin’ nerves too, but she’s not a bad sort, really. She’s just a bastard.” She murmured, shrugging.
In spite of herself, Melina chuckled… Khamina was probably the only orc besides Orla that Melina felt was on her side, somewhat. She stood to full height, stretching her back a bit from being hunched over sweeping. “Nng, well...bastard or not, I feel bad for her… I’ve heard no one’s ever beaten you in an Endurance Match before…”
Khamina smirked, rolling her shoulders back. “You’re damn right. I’m the fuckin’ best there is, ‘cept for the Chief… Hope Malash enjoyed my mead, cause I’m gonna make her spray the dirt with it.” She blustered confidently, holding up an arm and flexing a bicep proudly. Melina chuckled again, though her face was a bit red from the display...Khamina was, in truth, quite fetching for a hulking warrior.
“And not just strong, but...here, c’mere…” The guard captain beckoned Melina over with a crooked finger. The girl frowned, intrigued, setting down her broom and doing as Khamina asked. The orc glanced around to see that no one was watching, she swung her hips around and stretched upwards.
Melina’s eyes bulged out of her head as Khamina revealed a bulge in her abdomen that Melina had seen on some women back in her village when they were days away from giving birth. She’d never seen such a rotund protrusion being owed to a bladder before, but the skin around it was taut and stretched so thin Melina could all but hear the ocean of urine churning inside of it.
Khamina grinned at the awe clearly displayed on the girl’s face, obviously quite proud of the reaction she was able to elicit. “Two days, and not a drop missing. Malash’s ass is going in the dirt.” She boasted, snorting around her tusks.
Melina continued to stare, transfixed, at the quivering protrusion in the orc’s abdomen, her cheeks colored and her eyes somewhat glazed over. Khamina’s grin widened. “Heh...wanna feel it?”
Melina’s eyes looked up into the smirking captain’s for a moment, and there was hardly a moment of hesitation before she reached out, her hand running against the taut green flesh. “...Goodness…” She breathed. She’d seen impressive bulges on the orcs before, but feeling one pulsating beneath her fingers…
She swallowed, her cheeks darkening even more. Khamina’s lips pulled back over her teeth as her grin widened even more, reveling in the attention and seemingly unbothered by the hand running over the sensitive surface of her stretched bladder...though one could see the hitches in her breath as the girl prodded at it. Melina actually found herself unable to pull away; if the Guard Captain could be this full and show little to no signs of struggle, what chance would she have against the Chief? Orla had better have some plan…
“Oi!” Called a familiar voice from behind them, causing Melina to quickly pull her hand away and resume sweeping as Khamina picked her axe once more.
Malash sauntered up to the pair, looking just as grumpy and foul-tempered as ever. Khamina looked up at her, snorting as she set the axe back to the grindstone.
“Khamina, it’s nearly time for the guard to start rounds.” The orc said, looking her captain in the eye.
Khamina continued to sharpen her weapon, her gaze not leaving Malash’s. “I’m th’ captain, I know what time it is.”
Malash scowled. “So? Shouldn’t we be gettin’ on? Night’s nearly upon us’...” She muttered, pointing towards the northern end of the camp where the sun was hurriedly approaching the horizon.
Khamina huffed. “I’m the Captain, and we’ll leave when I say we leave.” She replied, a dangerous edge in her voice as she raised her glance towards her subordinate.
Malash snorted, her scowl deepening, but she didn’t dare contradict her superior...at least, not openly. Frustrated, she turned her gaze on Melina, still sweeping. “Oi, humie. You missed a spot... “ She huffed as she purposely kicked dust up into Melina’s face, causing her to cough and sputter as she tried to wipe the dirt out of her eyes.
Malash grinned, kicking away the girl’s broom and causing her to tumble to the ground with a chuckle. “Little pink weakling…” She sneered.
“Malash, that’s enough.” Khamina huffed, now glaring at the orcess.
Malash’s grin dissipated immediately, and she glowered up at the Captain. “Oi, what’s your problem? Ever since the humie got here you been treatin’ her like she’s yer pet or somethin’.”
Khamina set her jaw. “She’s workin’. All you’re doing is hinderin’ that.”
Malash crossed her arms. “I don’t think so, Captain, I think you’re gettin’ soft on us.”
At that, Khamina rose to full height, corpulent bladder and all. “And I think you need to watch who yer fuckin’ talking to, Malash.” She hissed, her face contorted in such a fury that it would likely give even the staunchest men nightmares.
Malash refused to back down now, though, even as Khamina got right up in her face, being a good two inches taller. “Hmph, maybe I’ll tell the Chief you’re gettin’ a little too attached to the meat…” She growled. “Maybe th’ guard needs a change in leadership…”
At that, Khamina lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Malash’s tunic and yanking her in with a fierce tug.
Melina watched from the sidelines, eyes still watering and heart beating as the two orc women glared at each other, anger and loathing on their faces, but...also something else...a deeper emotion Melina couldn’t quite parse through. Khamina’s eyes narrowed. “If yeh fuckin’ got something to say t’me, Malash…” She hissed in a dangerously low whisper. “...I’d be sayin’ it. I’m already putting your ass in the dirt for drinking my mead, yeh really wanna challenge me for the helm too? After what happened last time?” She snarled, her shoulders flexing menacingly.
Malash’s sneer persisted, but it seemed the threat was enough to make it so she decided to eat the loss.
“...No…” She grumbled, lowering her head even as her fists clenched by her side.
Khamina snorted again, backing up. “I thought so. Now get out of my fuckin’ sight.” She hissed, shoving the orcess away.
Malash set her jaw, still seething, but she did as she was asked, turning and stalking away.
Melina released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, looking back at Khamina. “...Wow... “ She breathed.
Khamina grunted. “Like I said…'' She muttered, her eyes glued to Malash’s retreating form. “A bastard.”
She hefted her axe, looking down at Melina. “You’re done here. Go on back to yer quarters.”
Melina nodded, scrambling up and fetching a broom, swallowing with a newly-rekindled fear of the orc captain. “Yes ma’am…” she muttered, turning and scurrying in the direction of Orla’s hut.
Khamina watched her go for a moment before taking a deep shuddering breath, reaching a big, meaty hand between her thighs and squeezing. “Fuck, that was close…” She hissed to herself.
Melina didn’t stop running all the way to Orla’s hut, her heart pounding in her chest and her legs feeling like jelly.
As she reached the small abode, she didn’t slow down, throwing open the door and dashing inside before slamming it shut behind her, still breathing heavily.
Orla looked up from the knife she was sharpening, frowning. “Melina?” She murmured, her sightless eyes turning in the direction of the girl’s heavy breathing. “What’s the matter?”
Melina continued to pant for a few more moments as she struggled to catch her breath, bits of hair sticking up at odd angles as she leaned against the door frame.
She swallowed, looking up at Orla. “I...Malash came by while I was sweeping up axe shavings around Captain Khamina...I-I think Malash was trying to challenge her for control of the guard…”
Orla blinked and rolled her eyes, going back to her tincture. “Oh, those two again… it’s all bluster, Malash isn’t actually going to do anything...especially not after last time…”
Melina pushed off of the door, rubbing her legs. “Captain Khamina said something similar, what...happened?” The girl asked, glancing at the small window above the table to make sure no one was coming.
Orla scoffed. “Back when Khamina first became Captain, Malash was the one she beat out. Malash never really got over that, even though she lost fair and square… but she decided to challenge Khamina again anyway. That was the first time wrestling was introduced… they were going at it for ages, neither giving in, even though you could tell they were both bursting… finally, Khamina managed to get Malash in a headlock, squeezed so hard she fainted...you can probably figure out what happened next.”
Melina swallowed. She could almost see in her mind’s eye, Malash’s body going limp as pee gushed from her quivering sphincter, splashing her legs and soaking the ground.
“...Wow…” Melina murmured.
Orla nodded. “Malash was humiliated. It was all anybody talked about for weeks… and to be honest, Khamina was kind of arrogant about it. Got to the point where a few of the orcs even thought maybe Malash wasn’t guard material, but Khamina vouched for her. Said it was a hard-won fight, and that Malash was still a capable warrior. Still, didn’t make Malash any less bitter, or Khamina any less of a blowhard.”
Melina frowned, looking at the ground. To suffer such an acute humiliation at the hands of another, and then be forced to serve under them...no wonder Malash was so unpleasant.
“So...they’ve hated each other since?”
At this, Orla chuckled. “The opposite, actually. Khamina says a bunch of shit to get a rise out of Malash, and Malash goes out of her way to be a thorn in the Captain’s side, but they both are just concealing the fact that they wanna fuck each other’s brains out.”
Melina’s eyes widened, her cheeks darkening even more. “I-they-huh?” She gulped.
Orla’s cheeks darkened as she continued to whet her knife. “When you get as good hearing as me, you can pick up on these things. Whenever they yell at each other, you know it’s only by Urza’s rule they aren’t tearing each other’s clothes off.”
Melina swallowed, an image of the two orcs locked in a passionate, sweaty embrace, growling as they clawed at each other's bodies rose unbidden in her mind. She flushed a bit, fidgeting a bit on the spot. “W-well, erm...okay, I guess if they don’t really mean to hurt each other…”
Orla shook her head. “Not in the traditional sense, anyway…” She smirked. “Now, down to business.” She murmured, coming from around the table. “Night’s coming fast...we’ve almost got enough lumencap for the job...one more jaunt should do it.”
Melina nodded. “And you’re sure she won’t taste it?”
Orla snorted. “Ever been around the Chief drinking mead? I don’t even think it touches her tongue.” she murmured, going back to sharpening the knife.
Melina nodded, but she still looked somewhat dubious. “Still if discretion is our friend, I don’t see why we need to take all this risk...we’ve got nearly a full harvest’s worth…”
Orla continued to sharpen away. “To make certain she controls the match, the Chief will most likely only drink from her personal stores of ale and mead… We don’t know which one she’ll use, so we’ll need enough to spread across all the barrels to make sure she’s fully saturated.” She said matter-of-factly.
Melina nodded, exhaling gently through her nose. “Alright. Just a few hours to nightfall, and we’ll retrieve the last bunch.”
And so, like the days before, the two girls waited until the sun had long since vanished and the moon was ascending into the sky to make their move. They each pulled on roughhide boots to mitigate unwanted noise, grabbed a knife and slung their packs over their shoulders before pushing the door open and quietly hurrying out into the night.
The evening was cool and clear, with a few clouds scurrying across the sky. Orla and Melina quickly made their way over to the same spot in the wall, pushing the logs out and crawling through the opening. As usual, Orla needed a little more time; they had to make the hole a tight fit to avoid making it too conspicuous, resulting in a tight squeeze for the diminutive but still larger-than-human orc girl.
They waited for the perimeter guard to pass their position, and then raced on fleet-feet towards the cover of the woods, not stopping until they were certain the leafy canopy shielded them from the light of the full moon.
Orla led them down the familiar path, and within moments Melina could see the lumencap patch, it’s silvery blue glow greatly diminished with how much they’d been taking from it.
“Not a lot left…” Melina whispered as she knelt in the damp soil and drew her knife.
“Then we take what’s there.” Orla whispered back, drawing her own knife.
The two made short work of the remainder of the patch, slicing the mushrooms at the stem and tossing them into their packs. After roughly a half hour, the log was cleared and Melina stood, wiping a bit of sweat off her brow. “Okay, that’s it...let’s get-”
She stopped as she heard voices in the distance. Orla sat up, obviously having heard them too.
They were still somewhat far off, but Melina could recognize the throaty alto of Khamina, and the gruff bark of Malash.
It was the guard… back early.
Melina and Orla both turned to each other, fear expressed in both seeing and blind eyes. They both scrambled to their feet and after taking hands, ran as fast as the darkness would allow back to the compound, but just as they burst through the treeline, they could see torchlight ahead as the scout guard approached, Khamina and Malash bickering and Ghora and Ognild behind them looking quite annoyed.
The pair ducked back behind the trees as they passed by, Melina’s heart hammering so fast in her chest she thought it might burst.
Finally, the troupe passed through onto the gate, and Melina and Orla took off towards the breach in the encampment, wiggling back inside and practically sprinting into the hut. They slammed the door behind them, immediately doubling over as they both tried to catch their breath.
After a few minutes of panting, Melina managed to pull herself upright, looking at Orla. A moment later, Orla did the same. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing, great bellowing guffaws that filled the hut with mirth and the release of nervous energy.
“Ha ha ha Eoth’s bollocks, I thought we were done for…ha...” Melina wheezed, holding her side.
Orla had slumped down into her chair. “Tell...tell me about it…hehe... I couldn’t even see where they were…”
Melina finally managed to get her breath back, staggering over to the table and plopping down in the opposite chair. She checked her pack; luckily most the lumencap survived the trip. “Well, at least we got what we came for…”
Orla nodded, already getting to her feet and moving towards the cupboards to fetch the rest of their stores of lumencap. She opened the cabinet, which perfumed the whole hut with a strange, almost citrusy scent. Orla pulled down the sacks and pulled out a large wooden bowl, big enough to cover nearly half the table, before setting it down and dumping them all in.
“Right, now we just need to grind it all down into a powder.” She murmured, taking her mortar and beginning to mash at the mountain of mushrooms. Melina observed her work, impressed at how quickly the skilled orcish alchemist was able to reduce a mound of lumencap into sifty particles.
“Now…” the orcess murmured, taking a cup down from the shelf and scooping a bit of the lumencap powder into it. “...To test its potency.”
She grabbed a nearby gourd of water and poured it over the powder before taking up a spoon to stir it all in.
Melina blinked, frowning as she looked from the cup to Orla. “Wait, you’re not gonna...drink it, are you?”
Orla gave Melina a dry smile. “Have to make sure it works, don’t we? We can surmise how quickly it will affect the Chief by how quickly it affects me. Bottoms up…” And with that, the blind orc upended the cup into her mouth, drinking the entire contents in one fell swoop.
Melina watched on tenterhooks as her friend consumed the liquid. “...How do you feel?” She asked.
Orla frowned, looking at the cup. “Well, not too much different, but I suppose it’ll need some time to...ooh... “ She murmured, a hand moving to her abdomen. “I just...felt a pang down there, haha…” She chuckled. “That’s inter-ngh!” She grunted, wincing a bit as she bent forward at the hip a bit.
Melina was immediately on her feet, moving over to the orc. “Orla? Orla! Are you alright?” She whispered frantically.
“Nng...I’m fine…” Orla muttered. “Ng, I just...I...ohhh…” She breathed as her thighs began to rub together.
Melina saw this, her eyes shifting from the sculpted orcish legs to her friend. “Is it working?”
Orla chuckled again, rubbing her abdomen. “Yeah, I...I think it is...the urge just sort of hit me out of nowhere, didn’t expect it to *nn* to be that fast, erm…Here, help me get this powder into a few pouches…”
Melina did as she was asked, fetching the pouches from the same cupboard and beginning to fill each one with lumencap powder. As they worked, she couldn’t help but notice Orla begin to look more and more anxious, her thighs rubbing together more and more. Hardly ten minutes later, Orla was having to stop in between each pouch to exhale and grasp at herself. “Haha, this...is working faster than I thought...the Chief doesn’t...doesn’t *nng* s-stand a chance…” She muttered, grinding her arse down into her seat.
Another ten minutes past, and Orla had gone from mildly uncomfortable to downright desperate. Try as she might, Melina couldn’t ignore the way the woman’s hips wiggled, or the way she pressed at her crotch, or the cute little groans of desperation she let slip. She was all but rocking back and forth now, gritting her teeth so hard her tusks jutted into her upper lip.
Finally, all the lumencap was accounted for...around 8 pouches worth, more than enough for Urza’s stores, according to Orla.
“G-good, now let’s….oh dear…” the orcess whimpered. She shuddered, and Melina could hear a quick *hiss* as Orla’s sphincter failed her for a moment before she regained control.
Melina’s eyes widened again. “Are you...wetting yourself?” She whispered. Orla bit her lip, giving no answer...but another, longer *hiss* told Melina all she needed to know.
“E-excuse me a moment…” Orla huffed as she practically leapt out of her chair, racing towards the door...but it was too late. The sudden movement was too much for Orla’s alchemically-strained bladder, and within seconds, warm golden urine began gushing forth, saturating Orla’s trousers immediately and soaking the mat in front of the door with the force of a heavy summer rain. The orcish alchemist’s shoulders sagged as her bladder continued to forcibly void itself on the door and the surrounding areas.
Melina couldn’t tear her eyes away… not from the deluge cascading down the orc’s legs, nor the way the wet fabric clung to her shapely posterior, nor the guttural groans of relief coming from between her pouty jade lips.
After a few moments, the flow subsided, and Orla was left standing there in her puddle. Neither one of them said anything for a moment. Melina felt somewhat dizzy, and a bit numb as she watched the orc turn around.
“Well...I suppose that means it works…” She murmured, biting her lip as she peered up at Melina.
Melina nodded. “I...suppose it does...uh, I’ll get the limewort…”
Once Orla had gotten cleaned up and most of her urine was being absorbed by the liberal amounts of limewort the two had applied to the puddle, Melina exhaled. “So then...Now all I have to do is challenge her?”
Orla nodded. “You’ll need Khamina. She can get you the audience you need, while I go to the ale-cellar and…” She held up a pouch of lumencap powder, grinning mischievously.
Melina nodded. She would just have to hope and pray that Malash had been right, and Khamina was indeed being soft on her. The two of them helped Orla fasten her alchemic pouches to her person and cover up with a cloak so as to not be detected.
“Alright, I think we’re ready…” Orla murmured. “But, before we go…”
She swallowed, and Melina was surprised to see the orc’s cheeks darken. “There’s, er...something you should know about the Chief. She doesn’t talk about it a lot, but it may help you increase your bargaining power…”
Melina blinked, fastening her tunic. “Well? What is it?”
Orla bit her lip, her cheeks darkening even more before she shuffled forward, cupping a hand around Melina’s ear and whispering into it.
Melina narrowed her eyes in confusion...before widening them in surprise...and her own cheeks colored red as she realized what the woman was saying. She bit her own lip, feeling goosebumps form on her skin as a warmth blossomed in her core.
“She...really?” Melina whispered, and Orla nodded, still dark in the cheeks. “It...might help, if you’re willing to take advantage of it. Now…let’s go.”
Melina nodded, and they pushed open the door once more, heading into the compound proper. As fortune would have it, the rest of the scout guard was present, sitting around a fire, laughing and chatting idly. Khamina, normally loud and boisterous, was a bit more subdued tonight, do doubt due to the full tankard of ale currently straining the walls of her bladder. Malash looked a bit rigid too...though oddly, they were sitting next to each other… perhaps they had resolved their earlier spat?
Melina took a deep breath, walking up to them as Orla snuck around them towards the Chief’s Abode.
“Captain Khamina…” She announced. At once, the chatter stopped, and all eyes turned to Melina. The girl swallowed, doing her best to steel her nerves in the face of all the orc women looking at her.
She took a step forward, clearing her throat. “Captain Khamina, I humbly come before you with a request.”
The orcs continued to stare at her, and for a moment there was nothing but silence. Suddenly, Ognild and Ghora burst out laughing.
“The...the fuck kind of announcement is tha-ha-hat?” Ognild exclaimed, clutching her stomach.
Ghora had almost fallen off her seat. Oi, humie, you’re not in a fuckin’ church!”
Khamina snorted. “Alright, you two, settle down…” she muttered, though her own face was curled up in a smirk. “What kind of ‘request’, man-cub?”
Melina swallowed again. “I would like an audience with the Chief.”
Khamina raised an eyebrow. “The Chief? What for?”
Melina set her jaw. “I have a proposition for her.” She murmured.
Khamina frowned as all the other orcs look on in curiosity.
“And what, pray tell, be this ‘proposition’?” Khamina murmured, idly scratching at her neck.
Melina leveled her gaze at the orc woman. “First things first. Do I have an audience?”
The other orcs looked at one another as Khamina kept her gaze focused on the girl. Finally, it seemed her curiosity won out. “Fine.” She murmured, getting up. “Follow me...and the rest of yeh’s...try not to do anything stupid till I get back.”
Melina exhaled gently as she followed Khamina away from the flames, trying to ignore how the other orcs’ gazes followed her across the pitch and up the steps of the Chief’s Abode.
“Whatever this proposition is, man-cub, I hope it’s worthwhile...Chief don’t see nobody for nuthin’...” Khamina muttered, looking down at the girl.
Melina nodded. “I understand...and thank you.” She said, looking up at the orc captain. Khamina nodded, a bit of a smirk on her face as she strode into the curtains.
Melina waited on the steps, idly wondering if Orla had managed to get to the stores yet. She sincerely hoped so, or this would all be for naught. This was her one chance...she had to make it count.
The flaps opened again, and out stepped Khamina. “The Chief doesn’t like being bothered at this hour, but...she’s curious, so...She’ll see you.” She murmured, looking down at Melina, who nodded, striding forward as Khamina held open the curtain for her.
The room was just like it had been the first time Melina was here, though now that she wasn’t dangling by her arms and trying not to wet herself, she was able to appreciate how rustic and nicely-designed the place was...though her eyes were immediately drawn to the centerpiece.
Chief Urza sat in her throne in a reclined pose that was relaxed, but still brimming with power, like a crouching tiger. Oddly, her legs were still covered, despite the warmth of the room. Her intense, greengold eyes locked Melina in a trance, and as she raised a hand to beckon the girl forth, Melina felt as though her body were moving automatically until she was stood in front of the woman.
“I am told you have a proposition to make of me, man-cub…” The Chieftess murmured in that commanding, rich alto of hers. “I am intrigued as to what you believe you can offer me, that I do not possess…”
Melina took a deep breath. “I am aware that you are...different, your grace. I am aware of your…’possession’.”
Urza’s eyes glinted dangerously, a frown curling on her lips. “Leave us.” She barked at her guards, her eyes never leaving Melina’s.
The orc guards turned to one another, confused, but unwilling to disobey their Chief. And so, one by one they filed out of the throne room, leaving the Chief and Melina alone.
“Choose your next words wisely, man-cub…” Urza growled. “They may be the last you ever speak.”
Melina swallowed, but she forced herself to continue. “I...was wondering why you always kept your legs covered…” She murmured, taking a tiny step forward. “This throne room is so warm, surely extra quilts would be uncomfortable, but you’re not trying to keep warm, are you, your Grace?” She asked, tilting her head as she continued to move forward.
“No, you’re hiding something...a great, long, strong, beautiful something…” She cooed gently, moving forward
The Chief looked wary, but she did not speak.
Between her legs, the quilt jumped.
The lack of resistance stoking her confidence, Melina continued. “A throbbing...needy something…” She breathed, slowly reaching for the quilt. Urza’s hand immediately reached out to grab her wrist, but Melina remained calm. “Please, your Grace...allow a poor sheltered girl to slake her curiosity?”
Slowly, the Chief’s hand released her wrist, and Melina moved to pull the quilt down and off of the Chief’s lap, revealing a loincloth that just barely covered what looked to be nearly a foot-long penis, the same dusky green as its owner and riddled with veins. The smooth glans twinkled in the firelight, and already Melina could see a bit of moisture gathering at the tip. Despite herself, Melina felt her mouth water...never before had she seen such a perfect specimen, and the fact that it was on a beautiful, bosomy orc chief made it all the more enticing. She swallowed the excess saliva...best not let on how awed she was…
“Ah...yes…” She breathed, her hand coming to rest on the Chief’s thigh, the back brushing against the underside of the length and causing it to spring almost immediately to full hardness.
Melina clucked her tongue sympathetically. “You are the victim of such cruelty, your Grace...bound by your own laws to hide a part of yourself, and such a beautiful part...and with the men away, you are forbidden from even the torrid lovemaking that would help you forget the ache that plagues you here…” She murmured, reaching down to gently cup one of the orc chief’s weighty testicles...it was warm, heavy, and practically full to the brim with seed. The Chief took a shuddering breath, her eyes fluttering somewhat at the girl’s touch.
Melina couldn’t help but allow herself a small smirk as she moved the other hand to the shaft, cupping the tip to gather a bit of lube before beginning to stroke the Chief’s royal scepter. “And then to be surrounded by so many fertile, curvaceous subjects, and be denied the chance to enjoy them...to have them service you on your throne as you know they would...even as they indulge in one another, while you are left pent up and without release…”
Melina was losing herself in it, her motions coaxing more and more pre from the chief’s verdant member and allowing her hand to glide up and down the trembling pole with increasing ease. “But I’m different, am I not? I’m not an orc, I am not bound by your laws...and yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to exploit that loophole…”
The Chief’s breath was coming in shallow, almost girlish gasps, her eyes slack and unfocused. Melina could feel the conflict in the woman...she wanted to tell Melina to stop, to reassert control...but her body would not let her.
“So I come to you. I know what you conceal, and I know how much it pains you to do so.” The Chief was groaning now, biting her lip as her hips began to move in rhythm with Melina’s hand.
I have you now, gorgeous… Melina thought to herself as she began moving her hand faster and faster, feeling the flesh tremble and tighten beneath her. The Chief was close. “I want to give you what you crave, your Grace…” she murmured, leaning forward towards her ear.
“...Release.” she whispered.
The Chief bit down on her finger to keep from crying out as the first rope of fragrant, pearlescent cum burst from her quivering cock, splattering wetly on the ground beneath her. Melina bit her own lip, grinning as she increased her speed, intent on wringing as much pleasure from the orcish chieftain as she could. Urza groaned as her orgasm tore through her chiseled form, gout after gout of pent up seed roping from her engorged member, frosting the ground white and coating everything in front of the empress a pale, creamy white. Melina felt her small clothes moisten as the Chief continued to pump her broad hips into the girl’s hand, continuing to shoot her sperm high into the air, only for it to splat on the ground like white rain until the entirety of the stoop was painted white. After a few more moments, the spurts became less violent, and now began to just dribble down her magnificent pole. The Chief slumped against her chair, breathing heavily, painted in the afterglow of her euphoric climax.
Melina smirked gently. “And so… I am offering myself, your grace...Not only to assist around the camp, but to relieve you so that you never again must go without the release you deserve…”
The Chief’s eyes blinked a couple times to get back into frame before sliding over to look at Melina. “N...Name your wager, farlander…”
Melina continued to idly stroke the Chief’s member. “An Endurance match. You against me. NO wrestling, just a battle of wills. If you win, I will become your love servant, forever. If I win... your guard has to escort me back to the edge of the forest so that I may return.”
The Chief glowered, seemingly thinking to herself. “...No one has bested me in an endurance match, not even Khamina. You willingly stake lifelong servitude on so impossible a task?”
Melina huffed gently. “The way I see it, this is my chance to prove to you that I can be strong, too...without the added meddling of your underlings. Do we have any accord?” She murmured, running her thumb along the sensitive underside of the futa chief’s cock, causing her to shudder.
“V-very well, man-cub.” The chief murmured, sitting up fully and grabbing Melina’s chin with a grin. “You have yourself a wager.”
TO BE CONTINUED…. |
CHAPTER 5: Evening The Odds
(Bit of a shorter chapter, but I want the final one to be completely dedicated to the match between Urza and Melina XD)
News of Melina’s challenge spread quickly through the camp. By morning, every orc in the compound was aware of the impending contest between the Chief and the human captive, and there was no shortage of whispers or curious stares that followed Melina and Orla as they headed to the mess hall to do their routine morning clean-up of the perimeter guard’s breakfast.
Truth be told, it was quite unnerving for the young girl, having the gaze of every muscle-bound warrior in the compound on her...but underneath it, she felt a strain of pride. She’d gotten their attention, and though in most looks she saw incredulity, pity or amusement, in a few she saw curiosity, and even grudging respect for the sheer audacity of her challenge.
“I suppose the Chief accepted your challenge?” Orla muttered to her as she adjusted her cleaning pack on her shoulder. Even though she couldn’t see the gazes trailing after them, Orla’s extremely keen hearing picked up on the hushed conversations whenever they went by.
Melina took a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah, she did. We start at dawn, each of us emptying ourselves completely, and then...” She let the sentence trail off, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Despite Orla’s display in reaction to the lumencap, and her assurance that all of the Chief’s personal mead barrels had been thoroughly spiked with it (courtesy of an easily-picked lock and a less-than-vigilant guard-orc) Melina couldn’t help but be nervous. She had been awed just by how much regular orcs had been able to hold, and Chief Urza was supposed to be the strongest among them...She’d never even seen the over-endowed orc relieve herself before. She took another deep breath, doing her best to keep her head high and her gait steady so as not to look intimidated by the eyes following her to the mess hall.
“Honestly I didn’t think she’d go for it at first, but, after some...persuasion…” She murmured.
At this, Orla raised an eyebrow. “Persuasion? How do you mean?”
At this, Melina reddened, a small smirk curling on her lips. “I, er...merely took your advice…”
The orcess blinked her sightless eyes, confused...then they widened as realization dawned on her. Now it was Orla’s turn to blush, swallowing down a lump in her throat as she moved even closer to Melina. “O-Oh, you- you don’t mean you-?” She whispered
Melina’s grin widened. “Yeah…” She giggled back, adjusting her own pack.
The two young alchemists walked in somewhat of an awkward silence for a few moments longer before Orla turned her head slightly towards Melina.
“....What did it look like?” She murmured under her breath, so quiet Melina could hardly even make out what she was saying.
The girl frowned, turning to her friend in confusion. “Huh?”
Orla swallowed again, clearing her throat as she kept her empty gaze focused before her. “W-what did it look like? The Chief’s...y-you know…” She stammered, fingers idly clutching at her pack strap. “I’ve...well, only a few of the Kh’raven have seen it, and I obviously haven’t…” She breathed, turning her head towards Melina. “Was it...did it look nice?”
Melina felt her blush returning as she realized what Orla was asking. She cast a furtive glance around; most of the orcs had gone back to their respective morning tasks, and they weren’t close enough to overhear, anyway.
She turned back to Orla, gently biting her lip. “It was...big…” she breathed. “Green… hard, but pliable...strong but smooth…warm to the touch…I didn’t think I’d feel this way seeing one, but...” Her eyes glazed over somewhat as she recounted the experience...the Chief’s strong, sculpted form flexing in orgasmic obedience to the comparatively tiny pale hand running its way up and down her sensitive shaft, her powerful green hands gripping the side of her throne as she tried not to let on how much she enjoyed Melina’s surprisingly skillful ministrations…
It seemed Melina wasn’t the only one being affected by the bawdy account. Orla’s face got darker and darker the more Melina spoke, until her breath was coming in somewhat shallow gasps and her thighs began to rub against one another as they walked. “W-wow…” she croaked. “She must’ve been even more pent up than the rest of us...and she can’t even cheat the way the others do…”
Melina nodded, exhaling gently. Despite the lust that had seared in her chest when she was tending to the Chief’s member, she’d also felt a surge of pity… to have such a magnificent tool and be unable to use it, especially with all the basically half-nude shapely orc women traipsing around...it must have been driving her crazy…
Melina’s risque ruminations continued as they entered the mess hall, where the perimeter guard was sitting around chatting like normal… though both Khamina and Malash appeared to be missing. As soon as Melina came around the corner, the entire hall went quiet as they all turned to look at her.
Melina swallowed, the sudden gazes of a dozen orc guards on her making her feel weak in the knees, though she did her best not to acknowledge them as she and Orla came farther in.
Their footsteps felt loud in Melina’s ears, their echo in the silence weighing on her as she set her pack down and reached in to pull her saphroot tincture and cleaning rags out, trying to keep her hands steady as she did so. “I’m gonna go fetch the water…” She murmured to Orla, grabbing the pail from near the entrance and starting towards the back of the hall.
As she passed by, the orcs began to murmur among themselves like all the others.
“She really challenged the Chief? Didn’t she piss herself within ten minutes of comin’ here?”
“She’s gotta know Chief Urza’s gonna crush her…”
“10 gold pieces says she squirts before the Chief even starts feeling it…”
“I say we make her chug the rest of this barrel, see how much she can *really* hold…”
Melina ignored them, setting her jaw and pushing open the back door of the mess hall. The murmurs followed her out as made her way to the well to fetch water for cleaning the dishes, but Melina did her best to block it out as she approached the well. As she tied the pail off and began lowering it into the well, a nasty thought occurred to her. Many of the orcs clearly thought little of her challenge… what if they decided to ambush her for their Chief, tie her up and beat her down before the contest even began? What if, when Urza realized she was more desperate than she should’ve been, she figured something was amiss? What if Melina won and Urza went back on her promise?
Melina’s heart began to hammer in her chest as she considered these unsavory possibilities...her hands shook as she pulled the bucket up, water sloshing out the sides. The sound, ironically enough, reminded her of her faint urge to urinate...something she’d need to take care of as soon her chores were done, while she still could.
She calmed herself by reminding herself that the Kh’raven seemed an honorable folk, if nothing else… Orla had said the Chief wasn’t a bad sort, and it wasn’t like living here the past two weeks had been completely terrible… and suddenly, she began to feel a bit guilty about the way she’d rigged the match…
No. Melina thought angrily to herself. No, you are doing what you need to win. The Chief played dirty when you got here, so...so this just makes it fair. Yes, you’re just making things even...this is how you’re gonna get home.
With her conscience assuaged for the time being, Melina pulled the bucket the rest of the way up and promptly returned to the mess hall, determination and resoluteness driving her steps forward with renewed vigor.
The mess hall was surprisingly empty when Melina re-entered it….it seemed as though most of the orcs had gone off to elsewhere, and the ones who hadn’t were back to drinking and talking, enjoying the last few moments of their morning break and paying Melina little mind as she hurried back to Orla. The orcish alchemist had already started clearing away some of the flagons and plates from the orcs’ breakfast, pre-staining them with the tincture to dissolve any residual food particles. She raised her head as she heard Melina’s footsteps approach, turning gently towards the sound. Melina frowned as she knelt down next to Orla with the bucket. “Where’s everyone going? Muster isn’t for another half hour…”
Orla shrugged. “Getting ready to watch Malash’s Endurance Match against the Captain, probably…” She murmured, dipping her rag in the bucket.
Melina blinked. She’d totally forgotten that was today...that explained both Khamina and Malash’s absences from the normal breakfast rush. “Can we see it?” She murmured. She hadn’t been too invested in the matches up until now, given that to her it was just a contest between two random orcs settling some personal squabble...but now Melina had reason to actually pay attention. She hadn’t had many joys during her captivity, but she imagined watching Khamina put Malash’s arse in the dirt would be quite a sight.
Orla shrugged. “Depends on how quickly we finish these dishes, I suppose….” She murmured, sounding rather morose, though Melina picked up on it, she didn’t comment.
A while passed as the two slowly made their way through the mountain of dishes they needed to clean...the other orcs had all gone by the time they’d nearly finished up.
Once they were alone, Orla turned to Melina. “They’d been talking about you…” she murmured. “About the match…”
Melina set her jaw, dropping her gaze back to their work. “I know… can’t be helped… And it’s a crazy thing for me to do, even-” She paused, looking around to make sure they weren’t being listened to before leaning forward. “-even with the lumencap we’re slipping her. Orla, do you think it’ll be enough?” She whispered.
Orla smiled drily. “Made me piss myself in short order, didn’t it?”
Melina pursed her lips. “That’s- Orla, come on, you know what I mean. The Chief is the strongest there is, right? And she’s got- w-well, she’s obviously different from the other orcs, what if she can resist its effects?”
Orla frowned. “She’s still an orc, Melina, no matter how many differences her body has… the lumencap will work. In two days time she’ll be doing her damndest not to gush all over the ground, I promise.”
Melina blushed a bit at the decidedly crude response, and she cleared her throat. “Right, erm...yeah… and Orla…” She murmured, her eyes raising to the young orc’s face. “Thank you… I know it can’t have been easy, doing all this…helping me, betraying your Chief...”
Orla pursed her lips, suddenly looking decidedly uncomfortable. She sat up with a gentle sigh, rolling her shoulders. “...I have no desire to see any harm come to her… I may be somewhat of an oddball here but Kh’raven blood still flows through my veins. My heart still beats for my Chief, and my tribe...This is my home. But…” She stopped wiping the dish in her hand for a moment. “I want to help you get back to your home…”
She turned her empty gaze on Melina. “...To Priscilla…”
Melina merely continued to peer at Orla for a moment before leaning over and wrapping her arms round the Orc’s shoulders. Orla tensed, seeming surprised, but within seconds she was reciprocating the embrace. The two stayed like that for a moment, content to bask in each other’s warmth and gentleness...two things oft missing from the rough dispositions of the Kh’raven tribals.
Suddenly, they heard the challenge horn being sounded, and began to hear voices congregating outside the mess hall.
Orla turned to Melina. “Sounds like the Match is starting…” She murmured, quickly scrubbing the last dish and setting it back in the nesting alcove. Melina got to her feet as well, and the pair of them hurried outside where the crowd was gathering around the Match ring.
Melina managed to shove her way to the front this time, her eyes scanning the trodden dirt pitch for the competitors. Within moments, a roar went up from the spectators as the contestants emerged onto the field.
Khamina and Malash both wore stony expressions as they approached each other… Melina noted with some redness that they both had changed out of their usual guard armor, now clad only in the dress worn by those participating in a Match; scant fur bras that barely contain their mountainous bosoms and loincloths that hung between powerful thighs in an almost ironic display of decency. The sheer clothing allowed all present to see the hard muscles rippling underneath the two opponents’ verdant skin, tensed with barely contained ferocity...it was like watching two bears circle each other over a salmon. Khamina had tied her braid back in a bun to prevent it being used as a handhold for her opponent, while Malash’s clean shaven head merely glinted in the morning sun. Melina would be lying to herself if she said her pulse didn’t quicken a bit at the sight...they looked dangerous, but also beautiful...like a raging fire...
But the most prominent feature was one they shared...a great, bulbous, protruding abdomen, a sign of the boiling lake of piss contained just behind each hardened Amazonian sphincter. Oddly enough, neither of them even seemed to notice the loads that would’ve ruptured the bladders of a dozen women thrice over, their only concern seeming to be keeping the other in their sights.
Melina felt the tension in the air, as did everyone… The petty grievance given as the impetus for this fight masked the years of friction between the two, and now all that frustration was coming to a head...in one way or another.
The ref raised an arm, and the two combatants sunk into wrestling stances, still glaring at one another.
For a moment, there was silence. The crowd wanted with bated breath, the energy humming in the air like the moments before a thunderstorm.
The arm had barely swung down when the two lunged for one another, immediately grappling one another’s shoulders. They both grit their teeth as they staggered around the pitch, gripping each other so hard Melina could swear she saw veins bulging out of their necks.
Suddenly, Khamina dropped to a lunge stance, forcing Malash to pitch forward and allowing Khamina to use that momentum to toss her opponent to the ground. Malash hit the dirt and rolled right back to her feet, a fierce expression on her face. With a bellow, she charged Khamina, tackling her Captain into the dirt. The crowd was going wild, shouting out encouragement to their respective champions.
“Yeah, Malash, take that bitchcaptain down a peg!”
“Come on, Captain, show that bucktusk beta who’s boss!”
Melina winced as Malash slammed Khamina’s shoulders into the dirt and straddled her, breathing heavily. The Captain struggled, but she couldn’t find an angle.
A frenzied grin began to appear on Malash’s face. “Finally…” She hissed, moving her hips back and moving a hand down to Khamina’s abdomen. She drove her palm into the Captain’s grotesquely protruding bladder, causing Khamina to cry out in a strangled groan. Malash began pumping her arm up and down, rolling Khamina’s boulder of a bladder around in her abdomen with little regard for the pain it might cause her.
Amazingly though, throughout it all, Khamina did not pee, despite the brutal attack on her overswollen pee-pouch. Malash must’ve been just as surprised, because the half-second of hesitation on the lighter orc’s part gave Khamina the opening she needed to throw her opponent off of her. Malash hit the ground, and Khamina staggered upright, knock kneed and clutching her bladder with a pained expression.
Melina’s eyes flitted between the two combatants, thanking her lucky stars she would not have to wrestle in her own match...she wasn’t sure if she’d even survive, let alone avoid peeing herself. She winced again as Khamina swept Malash’s leg while simultaneously bringing her arm around her neck and forcing her into a kneel. It was such a violent sport, and no one in the crowd seemed to-
Melina swallowed as her eyes caught the gaze Chief Urza, staring at her from the other side of the pitch.
The Chief was dressed in her normal leathers and pelts, her bearskin cape hanging off of her shoulders. Her mouth curled up in a toothy grin, lusty and primal, as she kept her gaze trained on Melina, and Melina could swear she saw the crotch of the Chief’s tunic twitch.
Melina swallowed, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from Urza and focus back on the match, though she could feel herself warming under the Chief’s domineering gaze.
Khamina had gotten Malash into a headlock again… the same headlock, Melina surmised, that had won the Captain the match last time. Malash’s eyes were already fluttering as she clawed at the arm round her throat, her loincloth already becoming stained with the spurts that signified she would soon lose control of her bladder, and thus, the match. Khamina grit her teeth, squeezing tighter as Malash’s thrashing became weaker and weaker, struggling and squirming in Khamina’s grasp…
Then suddenly, the Captain let go. In both senses of the word.
As Khamina released Malash’s throat, she grimaced, and a second later golden piss was pouring from between her thighs in a torrent the likes of which Melina had never seen… it was as though someone had upended a bathtub, the way the amber sheets of hot urine were splashing noisily into the ground.
The entire pitch went silent as Khamina continued voiding her bladder on the pitch, their eyes wide in surprise...though no one looked more shocked than Malash, who had paused in her massaging of her neck to stare open-mouthed at the deluge staining her superior’s thighs. After almost 5 minutes, Khamina’s flow abated, the last few droplets snaking lazily down her thighs as she raised her head towards Malash.
Melina blinked...Khamina had lost? But Khamina never lost…especially to the likes of Malash…
She and the rest of the tribe watched as the Chief stepped forward. “Well fought, the both of you…” She murmured, her eyes lingering on Khamina. “But Malash….” She turned to the still tensed and shivering orc who, now that she no longer had adrenaline on her side, seemed to be having a difficult time containing the rest of her own pee.
“...You have emerged the victor. You may now take your-”
Malash didn’t even wait for the orcish Chief to finish her sentence as she pulled aside her own loincloth, jetting forth a stream that was not quite as strong as Khamina’s but nonetheless impressive, indicative of the orc being mere seconds away from such a gush being involuntary. As she continued to pee, the Chief strode over and grabbed her arm, holding it high and bringing forth cheers from some of the crowd and looks of surprise or dismay from the rest.
Ghora and Ognild led the pack of orcs who had sidled up to Malash.
“Blimey, Malash…” Ghora breathed, clapping her still-peeing fellow guard on the back. “You fuckin’ pulled it out...you’re the first of us to beat the Cap’n ever…” She breathed.
Ognild was next, grinning widely. “Guess we can’t make fun of yeh for faintin’ like a chambermaid anymore…” She joked, looking down at the golden cascade from between Malash’s thighs. “Gruumsh’s bollocks, that must feel incredible…”
Malash, for all intents and purposes, had lost her normal off-putting scowl...instead, she still looked quite taken aback, as if she, like her compatriots, had expected herself to lose.
She shot a glance towards Khamina, who was now conversing with the Chief, pee still dripping down her legs.
Their conversation seemed to conclude, as Khamina sighed gently and the Chief strode over to Malash. “Congratulations, Malash…” She murmured, clapping Malash’s shoulder. “You’ve done well. I’m certain I don’t need to impress upon you the significance of your victory…?”
Malash nodded. “I...Yes, I’m aware, Chief…”
Urza nodded. “And for your impressive display, and on the recommendation of Khamina, you’ve been granted a commendation. Live long and serve well...Captain.”
Malash looked up, eyes wide. “...Chief?” She murmured. “But I-I...Khamina-”
“-Has made the decision divide her duties with you, given the need to bolster our forces in the wake of restlessness at the far ends of the forest. She will continue to be responsible for the training and assembling of the guard and you will help lead the veterans when she is doing so. As of this moment, you are equal with her, and answer only to me.”
Ghora and Ognild’s eyes flitted from the Chief to Malash, who still looked stunned.
The Chief chuckled. “Now...I believe you’ve some cleaning up to do, yes?” She murmured, her eyes now flitting to Melina and Orla. “Man cub…” The Chief barked.
Melina swallowed, shuffling forward as she was summoned. She’d been prepared for (and somewhat anticipating) helping Khamina clean...but to be alone with Malash, unable to defend herself...the thought made her sick with fear.
The Chief looked down at the girl, a leering grin on her face. “Make certain the Captain is seen to, young one.” She commanded before turning and striding off.
Malash and Melina both watched her go for a moment before turning and looking at each other. Melina braced herself to be grabbed or yanked by her hair, but Malash only snorted. “Hmph...let’s go.” She growled. Melina followed immediately, not intent on doing anything to upset the belligerent orc… even as Orla was left standing, a worried expression in her sightless eyes.
The new Captain was silent all the way to the washing stalls. Even as she disrobed, she said nary a word, her gaze seeming far away.
Melina fetched the water and the flint for the fire, returning to the stall to find Malash standing there, nude and arms crossed as she stared at the wall.
Melina quickly knelt, striking the flint together to get the tinder burning, not intent on being here any longer than she absolutely had to.
“...She threw the match.” Malash muttered.
Melina blinked, looking up at the orc, who was still staring at the wall. Was she talking to Melina, or to herself? Should she answer? Should she not? Melina wrestled with her indecision for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind. “...Pardon?”
Malash huffed. “She should’ve won that fight.”
Melina swallowed, putting the flint away as the tinder finally caught fire. She put the pail over it and sighed. “If she wanted to win...I’m sure she would’ve...”
Malash’s dubious expression darkened even more as she shook her head. “No...She had me. She had me and she was seconds from winnin’, but she let me go.” She turned to Melina, glowering down at her. “Why?”
Melina frowned, looking up. “What makes you think I know?”
Malash snorted. “Cause she’s fucking easy on you, that’s what. Been gettin’ real soft ever since you stepped foot in the Kh’raven compound. What did she tell you? What’s she plannin’?”
Melina pursed her lips again as she went back to tending the flame. “It isn’t like we’re friends, she just hasn’t looked like she actively wants to kill me, not like you…” She muttered, feeling the words tumble out before she could stop herself.
If Malash was offended, though she didn’t show it. Melina waited a few more minutes for the water to heat before pulling the pail off. She stood up and stepped into the stall, only for Malash to grab the bucket and yank it away from her with a rough tug. “I can wash myself…” She muttered.
Melina pursed her lips… the Malash she knew would’ve paid her weight in gold to degrade the human captive by making her wash her, but now...it seemed like there was different fire in her eyes, one that burned for another reason.
Still, Melina didn’t consider it her lot to try and figure out why Malash was acting so strangely...she merely turned and strode away from the stalls as quickly as her feet would carry her, not stopping till she had reached Orla’s hut.
~~~~
As the afternoon wore on and evening approached, Melina felt herself get more and more nervous. The drinking for the contest would start in the morning, though as she thought about it, Melina had no idea how it was supposed to work. Were they to simply start drinking and then wait all day and all night till the start of the contest? Where was it to take place? And if she won...how soon would she be allowed to pee, and then to leave?
Questions like these rattled around the troubled young alchemist’s head, until she’d nearly made herself dizzy.
“...Melina?” Orla murmured, looking up from sewing a leather jerkin. “Are you alright? You haven’t said much since the Match…”
Melina looked up at Orla, whose sightless gaze was fixated right in front of her. She shook her head, stretching. “Oh, uh...it’s nothing, just...Malash was acting strange, after the match. She didn’t make me wash her, and…. She...told me that Captain Khamina threw the match.”
Orla frowned. “So Captain Khamina really did lose? Wow...If I was Malash, I’d be surprised, too…”
Melina looked back up at the orc. “Why? Khamina was bound to lose sometime…”
Orla huffed. “Not to Malash. Not to anyone but the Chief. Khamina is the best by a wide margin, it’s why she was made the Captain even when the men were still around...and everyone’s saying she had Malash dead to rights…”
Melina frowned. “Don’t tell me you think she threw the match? Why would she do that, all you Kh’raven care about is being the strongest, being the best, don’t you?” She snapped, a bit more harshly than she intended.
Noting the hurt expression Orla now wore, Melina was suddenly flooded with guilt. “Orla...I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
Orla held up a hand, shaking her head. “You don’t have to apologize...not to me, not for that. We- I have done my best to make you feel welcome here, but, it isn’t like everyone else has...I’d be angry, too…”
Melina pursed her lips, looking back down at the ground. “Well...maybe “hate” is a strong word...things could be worse, I suppose…” She trailed off flatly.
Orla frowned, finally setting her sewing needles down. “...There is something else bothering you…”
Melina sat in silence for a moment, hands on her knees. “Orla, my entire life hinges on tomorrow...whether or not I get to see my friends and family again...I just…”
She swallowed. “I’m scared...scared that the lumencap won’t be enough…”
Orla pursed her lips, setting down her jerkin and folding her hands in her lap. “Melina...I told you this morning, the plan will work… I promise you, you will get back home.” She murmured. Melina looked up, seeing Orla’s reassuring smile...and she actually felt a little better. “Ah...thank you, I-” Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Melina and Orla both turned towards the sound, and then each other. Swallowing, Melina got to her feet, pulling the door open to reveal one of the perimeter guard.
“There is a feast being held in honor of Captain Malash’s ascendency in rank...you and Orla are teh make sure everyone is served and that things get cleaned up. Come with me.”
Melina and Orla looked at one another… never before had they been invited to dine with the rest of the camp before. Melina would much rather have stayed in the hut, but she could tell by the gruff expression on the orc guard’s face that they didn’t have much of a choice.
A few moments, later, the pair were following the guard back through the camp. Night had fallen, the full moon illuminating the entirety of the compound and casting long shadows over the ground as it hit the wooden parapets. The camp was all but deserted...everyone must’ve been at this banquet. Ahead, Melina could already hear the hooting and hollering of the scout guard and the Chief’s entourage carrying away in the mess hall.
The sound only got louder the closer they got, until finally they reached the slatted wooden doors. The guard pushed it open and immediately Melina was assailed by the heady aromas of roast boar, heather ale and the musk of several orc bodies packed into the same room.
All around, verdant amazons carried on like heathens, tearing into sides of ham or upending flagons of ale into their mouths. There was arm wrestling, joke-telling, all manner of laughter and riot… A heavy *thunk* from across the way alerted Melina to the knowledge that a few of the orcs were having hatchet throwing contests against the far wall...and to her dismay, each participant had a flagon of ale in her hand.
Orla’s empty eyes widened as they made their way further inside… A small smile came to her lips. “They...sound like they’re enjoying themselves…” She murmured. Melina shot a glance at her friend, debating on whether or not to tell her about the potentially dangerous hatchet throwing game going on.
As they reached the center of the room, Melina glanced up and saw the Chief reclining on a chair elevated on a tiered dais near the head of the table, smirking as she observed the raucous carrying-ons of her tribe. Next to her was Khamina, who looked far more reserved than Melina had ever seen her… a flagon in one hand, the other on her knee, her chin resting upon her, her gaze far away.
On the Chief’s other side, looking decidedly perplexed by all the new attention, was Malash. She’d been given her own gold ring to put around her tusk, signifying her status as a Captain in the tribe. A few of the orcs were coming up to her, clinking their flagons with hers or slapping her shoulder, or otherwise trying to buddy up with their new superior, but most seemed happy to have a night off to eat, drink and make arses of themselves with their comrades, occasion be damned.
Malash, for all the attention, didn’t look nearly as pleased as Melina would’ve thought someone who’d just bested her rival and earned a new title in the same day would’ve looked. In fact, the newly ascended captain’s focus appeared to be mainly on Khamina, across the aisle from her…
The Chief sat up, rolling her shoulders and grabbing the bronze-tipped spear next to her, raising it and bringing it down hard on the table. The rest of the orcs stopped their celebration immediately, turning toward their leader.
Urza looked over the now attentive orcs, sitting up and swinging her powerful legs over her seat before getting to her feet. Melina noticed, with some surprise, that the orc Chief had forgone her normal lower-half coverings, instead clad in something of a loincloth-tunic hybrid beneath her roughhide jerkin and bearskin cape.
“We assemble this evening to celebrate the taking of a mantle.” She called as she began descending the steps of the dais.
“Our comrade Malash showed strength, fortitude and will unseen by any other besides Captain Khamina...and for that alone, she is to be commended. But not only that… she proved that to be counted out is tinder for pressing on, not for giving in. She persevered despite the adversity, embodied the warrior spirit we pride ourselves upon...and the Kh’raven recognize her victory.”
Suddenly, the Chief’s eyes flitted to Melina and Orla, still near the entrance. Her toothy grin returned. “And speaking of insurmountable odds…”
Melina felt the color drain from her face as the entirety of the mess hall turned to look at her. She felt nearly sick with fear as the Chief approached, looming larger than Melina had imagined. She knew the Chief was tall, but having only ever encountered her sitting down or in a crowd, she hadn’t been able to appreciate just how imposing the orc chieftain was.
The 7-and-a-half foot jade behemoth stopped just shy of the pale young alchemist, grinning down at her with an expression that surely would strike fear into even the most hardened knights. Melina swallowed, feeling her legs wobble beneath her as she did her best not to faint on the spot.
“Bravery and foolishness are easily mistaken, especially among your kind, man-cub…” She murmured, causing a rumble of laughter from the gathered orcs. “Or perhaps...Hubris? After all, your ilk have purged much of the forest of it’s natural beauty in order to build your towns and chapels and castles… only the truly arrogant believe themselves masters of all they see. I was surprised to receive your challenge, given you seem to be more intelligent than most anyone one else from Man’s Country… but perhaps part of you believes you truly do stand a chance?”
Melina tried to swallow, but her mouth was so dry she did little else than merely scrape the parts of her throat together.
The Chief’s grin widened. “I suppose that is my fault… You’ve seen more of me than most, and yet I haven’t truly shown you what I am capable of… perhaps a demonstration?”
The Chief stepped back, holding out her spear. Immediately, one of her guards rushed forward to take it. The Chief’s eyes never left the young alchemist as she began undoing the cinch around her tunic, loosening the material some before reaching behind her loincloth, fiddling with what seemed to be even more knots…
The orc chief let out a gentle sigh as bits of thick twine fell from between her legs, and her large, throbbing green cock swung freely between her legs...Melina realized with a jolt that it had actually been tied to her right thigh, like one might tie a prized hog to the back of a horse.
The Chief grasped her member, pulling it up and out into full view of the assembly. A wave of musk hit Melina in the face that made her already weak knees shake like jelly...and she wasn’t the only one. The nearest orcs to the chief inhaled sharply, and out of the corner of her eye Melina could see their gazes glued hungrily to their Chief’s rod, nipples tenting their tunics as their mouths began to water. Melina couldn’t blame them...she found her own eyes inexplicably drawn to it...just as magnificent as the first time she saw it. Even flaccid, it looked as thick around as her forearm, the smooth dark green glans glinting gently in the firelight...For a fleeting moment, Melina thought about whether or not it would be so bad to spend the rest of her life worshipping that magnificent tool...rubbing it, licking it, kissing it… taking it in her-
She quickly shook her head to rid herself of the intrusive thoughts, her cheeks reddening quite deeply.
The Chief smirked, aiming her thick one-eyed serpent at the ground before Melina. The blonde’s eyes widened in realization of what the Chief was about to do a second before the first steaming gout of fragrant piss jetted forth from the powerful member, splattering onto the ground with a sound like heavy rain on stone. Melina instinctively tread backwards to avoid splashback, but she still felt a few droplets hit her leg.
Two, three, four, five minutes passed as the Chief was still going as strong as when she first started. She grinned as she continued to drain herself onto the dirt before her, with a stream as thick and steady as the fountains in the town square of Melina’s home. The evidence of her gargantuan capacity spread all across the ground, back towards the table where the orcs were lifting their feet to avoid getting their galoshes wet, and and even over to the mess hall entrance where Orla was standing. Melina felt her heart drop to her stomach… she’d never seen so much pee before, and the Chief didn’t even look fazed for having held what looked to be a couple barrels’ worth inside her cavernous bladder. Not to mention, the sound of the orc relieving herself reminded Melina about her own bladder, steadily filling throughout the day and deciding to make its presence known in a not-quite-subtle manner. Her legs involuntarily squeezed together as the Chief continued to release a load that would’ve filled her own bladder 9 times over, without so much as a sigh.
Finally, after nearly 8 minutes, Chief Urza’s stream finally began to slow, though it was still another 30 seconds or so before it abated completely. Nearly the entire northwest quadrant was now soaked with the Chief’s steaming pee; Orla had winced as it began to soak into her shoes.
Letting out a snort, the Chief tucked herself back away, grinning at the expression on Melina’s face. “Ah, yes...now you truly see what you are up against, girl…” She chuckled, crossing her arms. “Which is why I am giving you a sporting chance.”
Melina tore her eyes away from the towering orc’s crotch, forcing herself to look up at the Chief. “...What? I-”
Urza’s grinning lips curled back over her teeth again. “Customarily, we would both empty ourselves at dawn and then withhold from relief for the day, beginning the contest the next morning… But seeing as you are at such a disadvantage, I am going to begin my abstinence now. By the time you empty yourself to start the contest, I will have already gone an entire night without relieving myself, and…”
She clapped her hands, and suddenly a group of orcs entered from behind her makeshift throne, carrying in more barrels of mead.
“...having been properly hydrated with my own, vast personal stores.”
Melina swallowed again. A headstart...the Chief clearly didn’t expect it to make a difference, this was a ploy to make her victory all the more impressive. She obviously didn’t know what had happened to her mead, and now she was going to subject herself to roughly 12 additional hours of holding in the diuretic laced brew… all in the name of proving herself truly superior.
Melina said nothing as the Chief held out her hand for her spear. “Let it not be said that Chief Urza is not fair.” She chuckled, turning and heading back towards her throne. Melina was rooted to the spot, able to only stare as the Chieftain sat back down on her throne, gesturing for a flagon and one of her barrels.
“Good luck on the morrow, man-cub…” She smirked. And with that, the orcs turned back to the table, the din slowly resurging as they began eating and drinking once more.
After a short while , Orla came up next to her, her blind gaze staring before her. “Did...I just hear what I thought I heard…?”
Melina took a deep breath. “Yeah...the Chief just took her last pee till the end of the contest…”
Orla nodded, slightly open mouth. “And she...doesn’t know that her mead is-”
“-Yeah.” Melina said, feeling her entire body shiver as she watched the Chief knock back her first few flagons of mead from her special barrels. Somehow, the knowledge that the Chief was not only being imbued with gallons of spiked mead guaranteed to fill an orc’s bladder fuller than it had ever been, but was also doing so 12 hours before she needed to…
Melina inhaled sharply, feeling her nipples stiffen underneath her smallshirt. “I-let’s just get on with cleaning…”
The celebration continued late into the night, with both Malash and Khamina slowly becoming more and more like they normally were the more inebriated they got. Melina and Orla had gotten fresh water from the well to pour over the expansive stain the Chief had left on the dirt, and had since been clearing away excess dishes and flagons from the table.
As the night wore on, though, Melina began to notice a problem. A few of the orcs near the head of the table had slowed their drinking, and weren’t participating as heavily in the roughhousing their compatriots were. Instead, they seemed to quiet down a bit, going somewhat still as they shifted around in their seats. A few more continued on just as rambunctious as before, but they kept their legs close together in almost awkward stances more often than not.
It was innocuous enough so that Melina didn’t really pay it any mind, focused as she was on making sure the Chief was keeping a good flow going. She needn’t have worried...the Chief’s cup never remained empty. In fact, it looked as though she was deliberately drinking more than usual as though to double down on her offer to make the contest more fair.
Melina smirked inwardly...the Chief was evening the odds, alright…
Finally, the Chief sent the party off to their respective abodes. Orc after orc staggered out of the mess hall, plastered beyond belief...and again, a few of them showed signs of strain...a slight wince here, a small twitch there… a few even shuffled from foot to foot, though it looked to Melina a consequence of their drunken state. She stayed behind with Orla to finish cleaning the dishes, and by the time they did, it was near midnight by Melina’s estimate. The pair of them left the mess hall, dragging their feet in exhaustion. Melina could not wait to get back to the hut and sleep… she had quite a long day before her tomorrow, and she’d need all her strength.
Finally, they reached Orla’s home, each groaning as they entered the squat hut. Melina pulled the door closed behind them, sighing gently.
Orla staggered over and collapsed onto her stool, rubbing her neck. “What a day…” She muttered.
Melina chuckled tiredly. “Tomorrow’ll be even harder, at least for me…” She muttered, looking at the fire.
Orla looked up, smiling gently. “...You can do this, Melina. I was confident in you even before the Chief decided to fill herself up a full night before the contest started...in two days time you’ll be a free woman. I promise.”
Melina smiled back, reddening a bit as she brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Thanks, Orla, I...you know, I couldn’t have done this without you. Whatever happens, I want you to know that.”
Orla returned the smile, lowering her head in somewhat of a bashful gesture. “I...I’ll miss you...it’s been nice, having someone to talk to who understands me...or even wants to...It...Yeah…”
Melina gently bit her bottom lip, as if wrestling with something, and before she knew it, she had lurched forward, planting a swift but gentle kiss on the young orc’s lips.
Orla’s milky white eyes widened in surprise at the sudden kiss, and as Melina pulled back, she noted the girl’s shocked expression. Embarrassment, hot and sour, rose in her stomach as she began stammering out apologies.
“O-Oh, Orla, I’m sorry, I just...y-you know you had said...things, a-and I thought...I thought...Oh, please don’t hate me…”
To her credit, the young Orc was quite adept at hiding any deeper reactions. Melina watched her on tenterhooks, deathly afraid that she’d overstepped...But after a moment, Orla leaned forward, reaching out to feel for Melina’s face and pulling her into a gentle kiss over own.
Melina’s eyelids fluttered as she felt Orla's surprisingly soft lips on her own once again... she was just barely beginning to lean into the kiss when Orla pulled away, her lips still puckered.
“Don’t be sorry…” She said softly, smiling as her cheeks reddened. “Just go get some rest.”
Melina sat there swaying for a while before doing as instructed, rising up out of her chair and making her way back to the small bed she had called her own for the past week.
As she lay down, she traced her fingers over her lips, still tingling from where Orla’s had touched them. With a smile, she closed her eyes.
TO BE CONCLUDED.... |
At long last.
Chapter 6: The Match
Morning.
The birds had just begun to sing their dawn song, gently rousing the rest of the forest from its slumber...The sun had just barely begun to peak over the horizon, banishing the shadows of the night away.
Melina had awoken hours ago, but nerves and her racing mind had prevented her from going back to sleep. All she could think about was the match; not just winning and getting home, but making sure her and Orla’s part in fixing it wouldn’t be discovered. She kept reminding herself that there was no way she’d be found out; arrogant as the orcs were, they’d never suspect such trickery. The thought helped her relax, but only just. Any moment now, someone would be by to escort her to the pitch… best get ready.
She pushed herself up, running a hand through her tousled blonde hair as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She pulled on a pair of loose drawstring cotton trousers and a simple linen tunic...Orla had told her to make sure she wore clothes that weren’t restrictive so that they wouldn’t dig into a soon-to-be-swollen bladder.
Orla was already in the hut kitchenette when Melina entered, sipping something warm and sweet-smelling from a cup. She looked up as she heard Melina’s footsteps.
“...Morning…” she murmured softly, a faint blush on her viridescent cheeks.
“Good morning…” Melina responded quietly, a bit red in the face herself as the unspoken silence of their kiss from last night hung in the air.
Orla was the first to break it, gently clearing her throat. “So...how did you sleep?”
Melina let out a gentle sigh, striding forward and sitting in the chair opposite Orla. “Well enough, I guess...been up for a while, though.”
Orla nodded. “I understand. It’s a big day.”
Never before had Melina heard such an understatement. Blowing air out of her cheeks, the young alchemist stared at the table. “Orla...when this is all over...would you, erm… wanna visit me? Or, my town?” She corrected herself quickly, her cheeks coloring again.
The young orc looked equally flustered, but her lips curled into a gentle smile. “You think your human friends wouldn’t mind an orc hanging around?”
Melina waved away the concern. “Oh, the lot I run with are an accepting bunch, ‘sides, they’ll wanna meet the girl who helped me get home...I can introduce you to Maester Arwen and Fergus and Liam and Hanna...and Pris…” She murmured, smiling gently. “Pris’ll love you…”
Orla chuckled. “Well, then, I’d love to. Maybe I can even come with you when the Chief has her guard escort you, eh?”
Melina chuckled as well, feeling a lot more at ease now than before.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Both Melina and Orla turned to it, their smiles fading immediately. Melina took a deep breath. “Guess that’s for me...” She murmured, looking at Orla, who nodded in assent.
Melina got up and strode over to the door, opening it to reveal none other than Khamina.
Melina blinked in surprise. “...Captain?” She murmured, clearly not expecting a Captain of the Guard to be her escort to the pitch.
“Hey, humie…” Khamina murmured, looking down at Melina. “‘S’time. C’mon, we’re waitin’ at the pitch.”
Melina nodded, taking another deep breath as Orla stood up, preparing herself to leave as well. “Alright… Let’s go.”
~
Melina had taken the walk to the pitch many times before, but it felt...different this time, like she was walking towards her own execution. Cursing her dramatic mind, Melina hurried forward to keep pace with Khamina. The orc captain was quiet, more serious than Melina had ever seen her...and it might’ve been Melina’s imagination, but her gait looked somewhat stiff, lacking its usual confident swagger
Before she could dwell too long on this, they’d reached the pitch. The entirety of the camp was gathered all around it, all awaiting her arrival. The sea of green tusken faces turned to look at Melina as she approached, all looking just as dead serious as Khamina had… it was odd, she’d never seen the orcs this uptight. A nasty thought prickled at the back of her mind...had they discovered her subterfuge? Was she going to be punished? The thought made the girl swallow with fear, but she kept a purposeful stride; no sense giving anything away till she knew for certain.
As they stepped onto the dirt and the crowd parted, Melina saw two figures. One was Chief Urza herself, garbed in an intricately-patterned long tunic and skirt to hide her...appendage. As Melina approached, she could see the front of the Chief’s skirts jump a bit… clearly the orc woman wasn’t able to hide her newly-kindled desire for the young alchemist. Standing across from the Chieftain was a slightly smaller woman, her jade skin gleaming in the morning glow. She was dressed more conservatively than most of the other orcs, wearing a draped cloak over a midriff-bearing tunic and long skirt. With all the beaded necklaces and arm-bands, It almost looked like what may have passed for shaman’s garb, though still quite a bit more exposed skin than you’d normally see on someone in that practice… Melina recognized her as Talgryn, the Orc Camp’s medic. In her hands, she clutched two large gourds of ale; one for each of them, and beside her were three full casks of ale.
Melina approached the Chief, bending over in a bit of a bow. “Good morning, Chief Urza…” She murmured in deference to the woman. Straightening up, Melina swept her flaxen hair out of her eyes, turning to Talgryn.
“Melina Maðurdottir…” Talgryn began, drawing the eyes of the crowd. “You have chosen to enter into a battle of fortitude with Chieftain Urza. The stakes; immediate freedom against eternal servitude.”
She lifted the gourds up. “Now, you will take your final relief until the end of the match.”
Melina blinked, looking round at the assembled orcs. Was she supposed to… pee in front of them?
After a moment’s hesitation, Melina steeled herself. No turning back now. Setting her jaw, she pulled down her trousers to just under her pale arese, angling her hips forward and letting go her bladder, spraying the dirt with what would normally be a respectable couple minutes worth of piss, had the Chief Urza not almost quadrupled that time last night. The Chieftain smirked as Melina continued to pee, but unbeknownst to them, the faces of everyone in the crowd tightened at the sight of the golden stream pouring fourth… there were even a few wiggles here and there.
Melina finished up and tucked herself back away, looking at Talgryn expectantly, who nodded. “The Chief has elected to forgo the customary pre-match relief, wishing to give our young challenger a fighting chance.” She announced before handing a gourd to each of them. “Drink, and officially enter the challenge. The next time you piss, it will be either in victory or defeat.”
Melina and Urza didn’t take their eyes off one another as they raised the gourds to their lips. They kept eye contact as they began to drink, not stopping even after they’d both drained the contents of their gourds.
Talgryn took the gourds back, setting them down and raising her arms. “The challenge has begun! Ghora, Ognild!” She barked, and the two orc women stepped forward, looking just as morose as everyone else...though in their faces was a tightness, almost a discomfort, that Melina couldn’t place.
Talgryn turned back to Melina. “These two will serve as each of your companions through the match, to make sure you do not seek relief out of the context of the match. Whomever leaks first will be awarded a penalty, and the first to pee for more than five seconds loses the match. You have until sundown to drink as much as you can, at which time you will return to the pitch. Go forth and drink.”
Immediately, Urza picked up the cask nearest to her, pulling off the wooden top and tipping the whole thing back into her mouth. From what Melina could see, there was already a slight but noticeable bulge in her abdomen...clearly the lumencap had done its work. Within moments, the Chief had drained the whole thing, tossing it aside and licking her lips as she grinned at Melina. Rather than be intimidated, Melina let the sight direct her idle fantasies… she drooled a little imagining Urza’s rippling muscles straining as she held back an ocean’s worth of piss… Melina inhaled sharply, feeling her nipples hardening under her tunic.
Smirking, the Chief plucked up her other two casks and carried them, one under each arm, back towards her quarters. Ognild quickly followed after her, her steps just as stiff and metered as Khamina. Curious as that was, Melina couldn’t really dwell on it; she had three whole casks of ale to fit inside her somehow.
Swallowing, she looked round at Orla, who stepped forward. “Let’s get to the mess hall...I think there are some clean cups you can use.” She murmured, looking over at Ghora and gesturing for her to follow.
~
By midday, Melina found herself the topic of conversation at just about every corner of the camp. Word had quickly gotten around about the match, and everywhere she went she was greeted by more whispers than ever before.
She didn’t pay too much attention, though, focused as she was on getting through the casks. Already her stomach was beginning to feel bloated, and knowing where it was all going didn’t help matters much.
After several more minutes, she pushed the flagon away, a hand resting on her massively swollen stomach. Her head was foggy from the alcohol, and she could practically hear the mead sloshing around in it; she was already looking forward to the pressure dissipating, despite knowing it would only manifest as a different kind of pressure soon.
“Pace yourself…” Orla murmured, frowning as Melina stifled a burp. “Remember, this is a holding contest, not a drinking contest. You’ve got till sundown.”
Melina nodded, her eyes a bit slack. “Nng...don’t s’pose I could cut this with water, could I?”
Orla pursed her lips, looking to Ghora, who’d been silently swaying in the corner. She stopped as soon as eyes were upon her, and with a huff, she stalked off towards the well behind the mess hall to do as requested.
Once the guardswoman was out of earshot, Orla turned back to Melina. “How are you feeling?” the blind orcess murmured.
Melina groaned gently. “Ugh, like I just drank the Yarthian River…” She muttered. “I’ll be fine, though, I just need to...you know, catch my breath…”
Orla huffed gently. “You know what I mean.”
Melina looked up at her. “I...don’t feel much of anything yet, besides that...but I did just pee five minutes ago…” She murmured with an added chuckle.
Despite herself, Orla smiled as well. “Well, let’s hope that lasts...Urza may have a handicap but her bladder’s still plenty big… this won’t be easy…”
Melina nodded, still rubbing her stomach. “I know. But I’ve gotta see it through, one way or the other…”
Just then, Ghora returned with a pail of water, setting it down before Melina before returning to her cross armed, tight-legged stance near the door.
Melina looked up at her, noting now her decidedly tense and restless posture. Immediately Melina’s eyes jumped to a need for a toilet, but that couldn’t have been it...every orc on the guard relieved themselves in the morning before rounds…
Just then, a couple orc women shuffled past the mess hall, muttering to one another as they leaned against the door..
“...think’s gonna win? I honestly don’t know..”
“You’re kiddin’, right? I’ve never even seen the Chief need a piss, let alone have a mishap…”
“I dunno…the Chief’s been holdin’ it since last night, remember?”
“What’s that matter? She’s the Chief, and Melina’s just a little human!”
“Ah, that human’s pretty tough, heard her spill an almost four minute gusher the other day… and speaking of a gusher, I wouldn’t mind a slash myself…”
Melina frowned, now sufficiently distracted from her stomach. Both those orc women were in need of a privy as well? She turned to Orla, who merely shrugged her confusion.
“Now? It’s not even noon!”
“Oh shut it, like you aren’t gagging for a pot too! Damn party...”
Suddenly, Melina’s eyes widened, and she turned to Orla to see the same realization reflected in hers.
“Yesterday’s feast…” she whispered.
Orla nodded emphatically. “The Chief’s mead stores…”
Melina swallowed. “So...they really are all-”
Orla nodded, looking as though they were trying not to smile. “They’ll all be bursting within the hour…”
Melina frowned. “But...won’t they realize something’s up?”
Orla snorted. “The Kh’raven aren’t known for their deductive reasoning. Plus, they’re so prideful they won’t even openly admit it to too many others...we’ve nothing to worry about.”
The two whittled away the rest of the day in the mess hall; Match-participators were exempt from chores, as were their companions. Melina had started drinking again, though she was taking far more metered sips...Orla was right, she needed to pace herself.
As time went on, and the liquid continued to move down through her digestive system, the pressure in her abdomen began to grow. As afternoon began to turn to evening, there was a slight but noticeable urge in her lower pelvic region… and still, Melina continued to drink.
Orla was there to keep watch, as was Ghora, though the latter was getting more and more restless, crossing and uncrossing her arms or tensely rolling her shoulders.
A few more orc women sidled by the mess hall, each talking in (what they thought were) hushed tones about a stronger than normal urge to relieve themselves. The idle conversations didn’t help Melina much, whose urge was steadily starting to become unignorable.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else…” She murmured to Orla, who blinked in response.
“What? Why?”
“Cause it’s probably not best for me to hear them talk about peeing, savvy?” Melina huffed.
Orla pursed her lips. “Ah...good point...come on, we can hang around the smith tent...Ghora…” She said, calling to their orc companion as they stood up to leave. As they exited, though, they were treated to an odd sight.
True to their suspicions, an air of tension rested on the camp as orcs strode stiffly up and down the dirt paths, trying not to let on how full their bladders were getting, unaware of the reasons behind their sudden spike in desperation. Everywhere Melina looked she could see abdomens beginning to bulge out of tunics, though many were still trying to pretend as though nothing was amiss. It wouldn’t last, though...Chief Urza was not the only one in for an uncomfortable evening, it seemed.
~
Back at the compound, Urza had already drained almost all three casks, and was now reclining on her throne, watching the sun creep towards the horizon and idly fantasizing about having that pretty pink human girl service her on her throne all day and knight, making up for years of pent-up sexual frustration and chaste edging...a ripple went through the orc chieftain’s body just thinking about it. Despite her words to Melina, the matronly warrior felt she may have under-estimated how much liquid she’d been consuming. There was a definite pressure in her abdomen as a day and a half’s worth of pee sloshed around within it, a sensation Urza had almost forgotten. Just off to her right, she heard footsteps run her compound, and a moment later there was the sound of liquid splattering on the ground and a huff of relief.
The sound made Urza’s bladder twinge, which surprised her. “What?” She frowned to herself as she took another swig of mead from her cask...a smaller, more careful swig.
Ognild continued to stand by the chief, rigid in posture even as her waistband began to dig into her swelling bladder.
“Ognild…” The Chief murmured, gazing at the guard. “You look tense.” She said, her eyes gleaming.
The perimeter guardswoman swallowed, and she shook her head. “No, my liege, simply...simply a bit of a cramp…”
Urza smirked in amusement. “Ah, of course. You needn’t be coy with me, not here...I’m feeling a bit of pressure myself.”
Ognild blinked, obviously surprised. “Y-yeh are?”
The Chieftain held up a hand. “Make no mistake, I’m far from bursting, but I haven’t peed in nearly two days, almost twice over what the other women in our camp have…”
Iraz nodded, but she still looked anxious. “And still, yeh hardly looked phased…”
Urza grinned. “A bit of mead is no match for my strength.” She murmured.. “I will admit, I’ve not felt anything really resembling an urge in a long time...and to tell you the truth, it’s…not a bad feeling. A slight tingle, but… rather nice. Perhaps Melina was right to suggest this...I will tell her so, once I’ve made her my personal attendant. Now, run along to the pitch and tell them I am coming. The next phase is nigh.”
Ognild’s dusky cheeks colored a bit, but she nodded. “Yes, chief...of course, chief…” She murmured, striding quickly and stiffly out of the throne room.
Urza watched her go, a hand drifting to her abdomen as her grin melted into a gentle frown. She hadn’t expected to feel such pressure, so soon… But she mollified herself by thinking that if she felt this way, the young man-cub must be nearly ready to pop.
~~
Melina, Orla and Ghora approached the pitch again just as the sun was beginning to kiss the horizon. Melina’s gait was definitely somewhat stunted as all the liquid she’d drank had nearly all drained into her bladder.
Urza approached as well with an equally stiff Ognild, who looked just as uncomfortable as Ghora did, though neither orc dared voice their struggles to wide company.
Talgryn was waiting for them, hands folded behind her back. Both Ognild and Ghora strode over to her, debriefing her on their witness throughout the day.
Melina swallowed, trying not to be discouraged by how calm the Chief looked as they both stepped onto the pitch. The young alchemist winced as a wave of pressure throbbed in her abdomen, but she did her best to power through it; she couldn’t let on how badly she already needed to go, not right now. With any luck, being stationary would negate the urge somewhat.
Chief Urza, on the other hand, had now been without relief for almost two days, and it had taken a great deal of finesse not to betray how full she felt...A day was normally nothing, but the added mead last night, plus the ale and wine on top of that… But no, she musn’t let on that she was feeling some pressure.
“Right, then…” Talgryn murmured, now addressing the two contestants. “Now that the initial drinking has finished, the real test of endurance begins. The two of you will remain here, in this pitch, till one of you gives out. We’ve provided stools, if you feel as though sitting will ease the pressure.” She murmured, gesturing to the two crude wooden stools propped up in the dirt. May the best win.”
Orla gave Melina’s hand a squeeze before she stepped back, retreating with the others until there was no one left on the pitch but Melina, Urza, and their two new witnesses who relieved Ognild and Ghora.
Both of them looked supremely uncomfortable and annoyed at their lot, unable to keep from rubbing their thighs together somewhat as they worked to keep tabs on the contest.
Melina and Urza, on the other hand, looked to be of stronger will. Neither woman said a word...neither moved an inch. As the sun began disappearing behind the horizon, and the longer fingers of night began to creep over the compound, they both stood still, merely staring at one another.
Melina felt like her stomach was cramping; her toes curled gently within their shoes, but she still kept herself constrained to only the slightest of movements...for now.
Urza stood across from her, hips cocked, arms crossed, and her face stone. Truth be told, the pressure in her abdomen felt like it had nearly doubled since that morning...a strong, insistent tension in her abdomen that was as worrisome as it was inexplicable. Urza had been without a serious urge and lacking the means to attend to it for so long, the waves of pressure radiating through her core felt almost foreign. Yet despite her perturbingly rapid climb up the scale of discomfort, she remained still and steady on the outside.
Melina was a lot less subtle...it seemed she was having a harder time maintaining an air of relaxation as she gently ground her arse down into her stool. She’d definitely surpassed the threshold she’d reached on her first night here, but still she kept still as possible, not wanting to be the first to really crack and show just how full she was.
After a short while, though, the pressure simply became too great to conceal, and she was forced to sit upon the stool, subtly shifting back and forth upon it as she took a shuddering breath. Urza smirked at this, making Melina blush, but she reminded herself that the winner would be she who avoided peeing the longest, not she who looked the best doing it.
Suddenly, there was a cry from across the way. All the present orc women turned just in time to see Urza’s witness stagger away, bald green head slick with sweat. No sooner had she cleared the pitch that she yanked down her trousers, getting them out of the way moments before her golden bounty spilled forward into the dirt.
Urza grit her teeth as she heard the liquid spilling onto the ground… she wanted dearly to cover her ears, but she was not yet willing to give this little human the satisfaction After nearly 3 whole minutes, Ognild finally ran dry, and for a moment, there was naught but silence as she staggered to her feet, moved her clothes back into place, and gave the crowd one last look before disappearing once again.
Talgryn huffed as she watched the orc woman shuffle off with somewhat damp trousers. “We cannot have wet dirt here, it is our easiest indicator for a penalty... We must pause the match. Melina, my liege, if you’ll both step out of the pitch...you…” She murmured, pointing to the still squirmy orc witness. “Help me get this situated.”
~~
Melina could barely walk. She was so bloated, so swollen with pee that every step was like a jackknife in the overfilled piss organ nestled between her trembling thighs. She could only hope and pray that the Chief was feeling similarly desperate or else this would-
“Ngg...fuckin’ young pup…”
A voice brought Melina out of her internal struggle. Blinking, she staggered forward a bit more, peering around the corner to see Malash and Khamina, both looking far more put together than anyone else in the camp.
Malash looked cross, furiously rubbing a burly green arm. “Fuckin’ disgrace...”
Khamina took the moment to smirk down at her guardmate. “Yeh alright there, Captain? Lookin’ kinda tense…”
Malash scowled. “I’m fine.” She muttered, a bit too quickly. “Just...How’s that little man-cup not pissing yet? We had that whole feast for the Chief, and now we-” She stopped herself, glaring at the ground.
Khamina’s smug expression deepened. “‘Smatter? Yeh wantin’ a piss too, hmm?”
Malash’s head snapped up to glare at the smirking amazon. “Like hell I do. Little pup thinks she’s gonna see me gaggin’ for a pot, bollocks. I can go as long as I want.”
Khamina smirked. “Yeah? Then why’re yeh shiftin’ about like a cornered rabbit?”
Malash’s scowl deepened. “Shut it, Khamina, I’m not doin’ nuffin of th’ sort…”
Khamina chuckled. “If’n yeh wanna keep torturin’ yerself, be my guest. If I were you, I’d just go ahead to the privy before I embarrassed meself… after all, they’re the ones doin’ the contest, not us. No need for you to hurt yerself playin’ pretend.”
Malash blinks, her eyes narrowing as she glares up at Khamina. “And just what the fuck is that s’posed’ t’ mean?”
Khamina shrugged. “Look, it’s obvious yer bustin’ for a piss, so...go take it. I’ll cover for yeh.”
Malash’s face hardened. “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t yeh? Grummsh, yeh really can’t stomach that I won that match, huh. Hurts your rock-hard pride, don’t it, that I beat the big bad Khamina at her own game.”
Khamina’s smirk lessened. “Watch it…” She muttered, but Malash didn’t let up.
“Why?” Malash sneered. “Y’know I’m right. Got to big for your britches, and I put yeh in your place...and you know it.”
Khamina now turned to Malash with a full glare. “I’m warnin’ yeh…”
Malash sniggered, grinning wickedly. “What’s the matter? Scared the new recruits’ll stop buyin’ your puffed-up bullshit and start listenin’ to a real Captain?” She smirked.
Khamina’s fists balled up. “You shut the fuck up right now, you goose-stepping rot-tusk.” She hissed.
Malash bared her teeth. “Make me, you cock-eyed piece of-”
Malash’s words were cut off as Khamina lunged at her, pressing her mouth against hers with such force she felt a tooth cut into her bottom lip. Khamina’s powerful arms wrapped around Malash’s waist, roughly yanking her closer as she forced her tongue into Malash mouth, exploring every inch of it with wild ardor.
Malash responded almost immediately in kind, throwing her arms around Khamina’s neck and forcing her own tongue back against the invading once, fencing with it as the two orcs furiously made out, slamming up against the guard post as they did.
Melina could hardly believe what she was seeing; had she not been so frazzled by her own acute bladder pain, she’d have actually thought this was rather sweet...and more than a little titillating…
She hurriedly ducked back behind the rampart, squeezing her legs together. She did not need the increased heart activity, not right now. She just had to hope that the pitch was cleaned up soon...and that Urza was hurting as much as she was.
~~~
The next couple hours were torture for the two contestants as Ognild’s gush seemed to trigger an immediate need for release in the rest of them.
All around them they could hear warriors hurrying off to the privy, finding a secluded bush or tree, or even dropping trou right tere to let forth a gushing gout of piss. One such woman had actually leaned up against the side of the occupied privy, lifting up her leg as her pee sprayed from her in a sprinkling display that caught the light of the sun, mere feet away from Urza. Melina could tell the orcish chieftain was trying not to pay attention, but the subtle clench in her jaw told Melina all she needed to know. She was feeling it, and quite intensely, too, by the looks of it. The thought seemed to reinvigorate Melina, and she felt her urge recede somewhat as the flush of adrenaline pushed down her other bodily sensations.
Hours passed, and still neither woman budged. They refused to even hold themselves, counting on their pelvic muscles as defense against the deluge straining each of their prodigious bladders...but it was clearly taking a toll.
Melina was beside herself hardly able to stand up straight as she hobbled back and forth across the pitch, doing her best to continue with her work despite the searing pressure between her thighs. Her supple ass swung back and forth as she curtsied and hip-cocked from one side to the other, muttering to herself that she was doing this for her freedom. Despite all the pain, all the misery, the burning pressure...she had one thing Urza didn’t. Conviction.
She knew that her future rested on this match, and so she would hold it, with every fiber of her being, until she simply could not even stand up anymore.
Urza was still trying to prove she had more control than Melina, but anyone paying attention could see that she was struggling...her bladder poked out from beneath her furs with such presence that it partially obscured the thick legs crossing beneath it when she thought no one was looking, despite the fact that up till now she’d managed to confine herself to the occasional pelvic tense or change of stance.
Melina felt time slip by her in hot, searing urinary agony...she’d never even imagined hoplding this much. It was as though she had a ball of fire in her abdomen, burning her from the inside out and threatening to turn her abdomen to ash. Every breath she took was sheer torment; it felt as though her bladder were crowding out the rest of her organs as it tried to expand as large as she demanded it to. Her mouth hung open with exertion, her eyes squeezed tight as every fiber of her being was dedicated to continuing to hold on for one more second...and another...and another…
Suddenly, a strange sound registered in her ears, traveling to her desperation-addled brain. After a few moments, she recognized it as the sound of birds chirping.
Opening her bleary eyes, Melina gazed up at a navy blue sky, getting lighter as forks of gold and scarlet began appearing over the horizon.
It was dawn; she’d officially been holding her pee for an entire day and night.
Across from her, Urza now looked to be in an even worse state, sat on the stool and back and forth. Her face was twisted up in agony as she fought with everything in her not to gush all over the ground, her rounded abdomen distended so heavily it looked as though she were pregnant…. But still, she refused to let go, even with over 48 hours of pee bearing down on her quavering orcish sphincter.
“Hn-n...Y-your strength is formidable, man-cub” Urza hissed through gritted teeth, glaring across at Melina. “When you become my loveslave, you can take pride in knowing it was a battle well fought…”
Melina took a shaky breath, clutching her abdomen as she rocked back and forth on the seat. “I-it’s not over yet…” She spat back hoarsely, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood.
Orcs had gathered to watch once more, staring in awe as their Chief shivered, squeezing her thighs together and banging a fist on her stool as she groaned through her pain. Both women were clearly on the verge of flooding their tunics, yet neither would concede...one could almost hear the sheer volume of liquid currently straining each bladder to its limits, and even further still.
For a long while, there was nothing but the sound of sweaty bodies, human and orc alike writhing as they vainly fought the urge to obey their bodies’ desperate pleas to ease their overburdened bladders...and suddenly, there was a break.
Urza’s thigh curled up in on itself, powerful muscles bulging beneath jade skin as she fought through a particularly hard spasm. However, it appeared that will and fortitude were not enough to stave off this particular wave, and with the bellow, Urza tore up her tunic and grabbed her quivering foot-long cock, squeezing the base as hard as she could to keep urine from entering her urethra.
All who had gathered again to watch the match gasped...never before had their bottomless, sure-headed Chief demonstrated such a visible need to relieve herself, let alone resorted to such a crude, visceral means of containment.
Urza’s entire muscled body trembled, her eyes fluttering and her muscles tensing as she fought tooth and nail for a few more seconds of control, even as beads of pee surged their way up past her tightly clenched dock and squirted out of her quivering glans.
“Penalty on the Chief!” She gestured to one of the attending orcs, who stepped forward with a gourd for the Chief to drink from...the well-endowed sovereign snatched it angrily, tipping the contents up into her mouth before tossing the gourd away, her other hand joining its sister in pinching off the long green trembling piss cannon at the base.
Even still, she was holding on. Having drank almost double what Melina had, and held for hours longer, the busty, burly warrior had a vice grip on her crotch, her muscles rippling in her arms as she held back a river’s worth of boiling piss with naught but her will. Despite her overwhelming, nigh-irresistible urge, the woman did not let go.
The Kh’raven torture herself for the better part of an hour as she grabbed at her crotch, sat down, stood back up and grabbed again, pacing up and down the pitch and snorting like a wounded bull. Melina could hardly perceive any of it...her vision was blurry, her head tinged with sweat, she felt as though the pressure were making her delirious. She could feel every drop of her barely contained pee battering mercilessly down on her tender sphincter, held back only by the tiny sliver of will she kept mustering up. She was a single tree against a raging storm, and she could feel her roots about to give way.
But before she could even birth her next thought, it happened.
As if in slow motion, the lofty orc Chief’s woman’s thighs separated, and with a bellow, she half collapsed against the stool as her cock exploded with piss, gushing out with a force so strong it was as if someone had punctured the side of an overfull barrel of ale. The acrid foamy liquid arced into the air, catching the first rays of sun peeking over the horizon before falling down to earth. The Chief groaned again, forcing her member down and directing the stream groundward, where it hosed the dirt with such force it was actually cutting through it like a blade. The gathered orcs stood by as their revered monarch soaked the ground for all she was worth, growling in pleasured release. For several minutes, there was nothing but the noisy splatter of amazonian urine on dirt and a yowl of relief as the woman poured out what seemed to be a whole ocean’s worth of piss.
That was the last straw for Melina, who barely managed to get her own trousers out of the way before her own torrent joined that of the Chief. For a moment, pee roped out of her, but relief eluded her. She was so full that she had to let out a whole few flagons full just to cross the threshold into bursting...but after a moment, a wave of euphoric release washed over her, making her legs buckle and forcing her to lean against one of the pitch posts for support.
Her stream was a little less wide than the river flowing from the tip of the Chief’s trembling manhood, but it was no less powerful. Both streams echoed through the morning air, ringing in the day with what had to be the most ecstatic gushing pisses ever recorded in the annals of Kh’raven history.
Despite Urza releasing first, their streams ended at roughly the same time...10 minutes for Urza, 8 for Melina.
“It...appears we have a winner…” Talgryn murmured to the stunned crowd, looking across at all their dumbfounded faces.
“Victory... goes to Melina.”
The rest of the course turned to Urza as she staggered upright, still shaking from the relief she’d just had. Her eyes focused on Melina, her broad chest still heaving. There was no anger on her face...no spite, nor hatred, nor ire...nothing but relief, and pure, unadulterated disbelief.
For a moment, silence. Then suddenly, a bevy of cheers went up from the gathered warriors, and immediately Melina was surrounded by a sea of roughhide-clad orc women clapping her on the back or on the shoulder, congratulating her on a job well done and boasting about how they always knew she could do it...a few bold lauders even got in some swats on her rear as everyone swarmed to get a piece of the human girl who’d bested their leader. Melina merely blinked as she was buffeted about...her abdomen felt numb, weightless...it was a strange sensation, even moreso than the flurry of foreign hands grabbing at her.
Orla elbowed her way to the center of the frenzy, throwing her arms around Melina with an exclamation of glee. “I knew you could do it! I just knew it!”
Melina staggered a bit from the force of the hug, but she wrapped her arms around the girl anyway with an exhilarated chuckle. “Thanks, Orla, you really-”
“Bloody brilliant, humie!” Khamina exclaimed, laughing out loud as she slapped a dinner plate size hand on the smaller woman’s back. “Not bad for a wee little alchemist! Never seen the Chief piss so much in her life...yeh really are somethin’ special.”
Melina was actually knocked forward by the blow, but she grinned up at the orc still flushed with the thrill of victory.
Malash was the next, crossing her arms and glaring down at Melina. “I dunno how you did it…” She muttered. “But you really fuckin’ did it. Can’t say that ain’t impressive…”
Melina merely smiled. “Thank you...Captain…” She murmured, holding out her hand for the orc woman to shake. Malash looked down at it apprehensively before taking hold and shaking the smaller girl’s hand.
The surrounding women all laughed at the repartee...even the Chief uttered a gentle chuckle as she strode forward. “Yes...you’ve overcome insurmountable odds, young Melina…” The woman murmured, placing a hand on each of the younger woman’s shoulders. “It appears I...overestimated myself. A good leader knows when she’s made a mistake, and knows that her honor is more precious than her pride. You are free to go; say the word and I will have my guard escort you back to the human settlement.”
“Ah, she can’t go, Chief, not till after the feast!” Khamina protested, to the assent of many of the orc women present.
The Chief looked down, into Melina’s face. “What say you, Champion? The invitation is extended…”
Melina smirked. “Sure, what’s another drink?” she chuckled, much to the delight of all the orcs present.
Later that night, the mess hall was the fullest it had ever been, with every orc in the camp present drinking and feasting and making more merry than anyone had seen them...Even Orla was right there in the mix, laughing and waving around a flagon with wild abandon as her sisters-in-arms made sure it never ran dry. No one seemed to care that Khamina and Malash were sitting a little extra close together, and in all the hubbub, no one noticed them holding hands under the table, eliciting a smirk from Khamina and a blush from Malash.
~~
The next morning, Melina stood at the throne of the Chieftain, one last time. Orla and the guard were already at the gate, but the Chief had requested final words with the young alchemist.
The Chief sat forward, leveling her gaze at Melina. “You have taught me many things, young one...about myself, and about this tribe. Perhaps...perhaps I can do things differently, while I am Chief.”
Melina smiled. “Whatever you do, Chief, I’m confident the glory of the Kh’raven is safe in your hands.
Urza nodded. The border of man is not far from here, young one...my guard will see you through. You’ll pardon me if I do not accompany you myself...Present company excluded, orcs still do not get on well with humans… besides, there’s mead to be drunk, and I must win back the confidence of my subjects.” She murmured with a chuckle, patting her abdomen.
Melina looked round at all the gathered orcs, smirking before looking up at the Chief. “Certainly...but before I leave there’s something else I want to do first…”
~
Chief Urza clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to moan aloud as Melina’s hand slid up and down her behemoth member, expertly stroking the polished viridian scepter just like before. Melina’s other hand was wrapped around the Chief’s waist, gently teasing at the puffy lips of her dark dusky sex as her lips tugged on a great green nipple atop one of the Chief’s mountainous breasts.
Melina quickened her pace, rubbing, stroking and sucking harder as the Chief began to convulse in pre-orgasm tension. A moment later, the stately orc woman erupted, shooting a thick gout of cum right against the ground out behind the mess hall, and at the same time, Melina felt a gush of girljuices against her fingers as Urza came from both sets of privates simultaneously.
“Grummsh’s beard, I’m going to miss that…” The Chief breathed, chest heaving as she came down from her orgasm.
Melina wiped her hands on the grass, giggling. “All you have to do is say the word, and I reckon you’ll have a line of lusty subjects ready to do all that and more…”
The Chief chuckled breathlessly. “If they are even half as skilled as you, I just might…” She breathed.
~
Moments later, Melina was hurrying out to the gate to join Orla and the guard.
“Where’ve you been?” Orla murmured as Melina jogged up to them. “We’ve been sitting here listening to Khamina and Malash argue forever… Why won’t they just kiss already?”
“I heard that, milkweed…” Malash grumbled, though completely without her usual venom. “Let’s get goin’, sooner we get the Me- the man-cub back to Man’s Country the better.”
Melina only smiled to herself, looking up at her orc companions as the perimeter guard was signaled to open the gate.
Melina sighed gently, taking Orla’s hand and gently squeezing it as the party strode out of the gate, and Melina took her first step towards home.
THE END |
Diane stood in the doorway of her old home, it was empty everything already moved to her new place, Everything except her
“The big city” she thought, Diane had been hired by a large food company as a recipe developer, only problem was that its based out in the city thousands of miles away from her quaint little town. The trip was fully paid and her new house was already being set up the only thing left was to close the doors.
Diane watched as a car came to pick her up
“It’s going to be a long drive” she thought to herself as she stepped into the car, the driver was talking on a phone “you should definitely go there! Its called the blue luier ask for the filler challenge”
“Excuse me ma’am” Diane said making herself noticed.
“Oh I didn’t see you there, are you diane proctor?”
“Yes I would happen to be” Diane spoke as she twisted a strand of her wavy black hair around her finger.
“Then we’re on our way!” The driver said enthusiastically as she floored it down the dusty roads
“Ok its a two hour drive are you ok until then?” The driver asked
“Two hours!? How do you intend to cross the country in that short a time?”Diane was shocked it would be impossible to make that distance.
“No no its too the airport silly”the driver explained
“Airport?”
“Yes a passenger plane, have you never seen one?”
“No I’m afraid not”and that was the end of the conversation
Diane was dressed in a long loose dress with a simple pair of white panties underneath, it was a comfortable outfit though her panties were a bit too tight. The car pulled to a stop and the driver opened the door for Diane, who was completely unaware of the garment that the driver was filling.
The plane was a marvel to look at, a giant beast made of steel with massive wings
Diane was in awe it was massive! “Is this a plane?” She had read about them in the newspapers but she never imagined that she would ever be so close
The doors opened and a ramp was rolled forward, she took her first steps into the future
The land soared past like some kind of slideshow and the buildings looked like a child’s play set. Diane nervously sipped from a glass of tea, it ran clean through her and she felt the pressure of her filling bladder. The plane began to slow down as her bladder settled, the plane didn’t have restrooms so her only option was to wait.
She walked down the ramp to her new home.
New rcyeta city
1956 October 23
Diane walked into her new house, it was already filled with her furniture and there was a faint music playing. But her top priority was to get into the restroom, Diane closed the door behind her and took a few steps forward before her knees fell out from under her, hot urine poured across the hardwood floors leaking out staining her dress.
The only thing that came to Diane was a feeling of bliss and feeling of her childhood days.
Old cyano
1948
A younger Diane walked through the forest alongside her best friend Ruth, together they walked along empty deer trails as the heat of summer passed over. “Sure an interesting place huh?” Diane said breaking their silence
“Sure is” it was Clearly not a time for convention
They walked enjoying the sounds of the forest climbing over fallen trees and sneaking under branches. Ruth stopped “what is it?”diane asked as she took a step back. The white shorts that ruth were wearing turned dark as a wetness trailed across the fabric as yellow streams trailed down her legs. Ruth resumed walking again without a word. “Wait, did you just pee yourself?” Diane asked slightly shocked “oh sorry its just a habit, you don’t find any restrooms out here and There is no one to judge me, so why shouldn’t I?”ruth said in a friendly manner as if loosing you bladder into your undergarments isn’t weird. As ruth walked Diane’s eyes were drawn to the wet fabric as drops leaked out with each step. It made her bladder ache and demand release. “Hey ruth...do you mind if I....go”Diane asked “where? If you haven’t noticed there aren’t many places, or did you mean something else?” Ruth asked with a curious tone “I need to...uh...”Diane’s words fizzled out as she began wetting herself, the tight fitting cloth of her underwear holding the wetness close to her skin as sweet release took over. “Are you done?”ruth asked politely Diane nodded unsure how she should act.
“This seems like a good place to set up the tent”ruth said as the drying fabric of her shorts dampened again
New rcyeta city
1956 October 24
Diane was finishing her lunch as the phone rang.
It was a call from the her new job despite the fact she wasn’t starting for another three days. Yet nevertheless she walked into the building, the technology was marvelous. She took in the smells of smoke and spices and all it reminded her of was hometown
A woman in a short tight skirt approached her “excuse me are you Diane proctor?”she spoke with a strange accent and her skirt was way to short, Diane gave no response only a small look of distasted at her. “Well by your face You must be”she claimed “my name is carris and I’m your guide” and with that she lead diane in laps around the building, Diane however was too busy looking disapprovingly at carris’s choice of outfit, her skirt was short enough she had to take close short steps so it wouldn’t ride up.
Diane was out as soon as carris stopped talking, it was clear that carris dispite being Diane’s guide probably knew less about the workplace then diane herself, but ether way diane walked out of the building as her bladder started to hurt.
The sun had set and the city was glowing.
The lights of the city drew Diane in her bladder’s cries for relief going unheard and then she saw it, the blue luier there as the driver had mentioned, she walked into the building the main room mostly empty but a few people sat around drinking and smoking. Diane walked over to the counter remembering the drivers instructions
blue luier ask for the filler challenge
Diane stepped up to the counter as she walked noting that her panties were a bit too tight “excuse me, may I have the filler challenge?” The barkeep barely passed an eye as she hit a button and a door unlocked. Diane heisted for a second before walking through the door. She entered a small room with another door in the back and saw a single person holding out a drink to her. “Excuse me is this the challenge?”diane asked
“Yes just drink this as quickly as possible” the person replied, they were wearing a black suit that hid most of their body with one of the only notable details being a budge at the crotch. Their face was covered with a mask that covered almost everything with the only way to see being two glass lenses in the eye holes. Diane took the offered drink and downed it in one long swig. It just tasted like water but then she felt something, the person that had offered her the drink grabbed her arm and clicked a cuff around it. Diane was trapped and something felt wrong.
Her bowels voided despite any resistance she provided as she struggled against the chains her panties filled and overflowed leaving a disgusting feeling running down her legs. “What just happened” diane thought as the masked person leaned down and began to lift diane’s skirt. |
So, this is a story idea that's been floating around in my head for a while now. I want to write this as a warts-and-all, no-holds-barred depiction of student life in the UK. As a result there absolutely will be portrayal of drug and alcohol use, and swearing, although my intention is definitely not to glorify these things- I simply want to reflect on the lifestyle my housemates and I lead as I know it, truthfully and without censorship. There will also be some sexual content (as always, nothing including minors, of course) but that will certainly not be the focus of the story. The toilet-related stuff is what we're all here for, after all. And, it goes without saying, I'll always abide by the forum's fictional content guidelines and remove anything the moderators ask me to.
I want this story to be really character-driven, so I guess we're about to find out if I can, you know, actually write or not! I hope you guys are up for a long haul, because that's kind of the idea with this one. The other thing I desperately wanted to write about in this story was music. Let's see how that goes!
If you're transphobic, homophobic, Islamophobic or otherwise racist then you're also probably not going to like this story (at least, I hope you don't). Luckily this community seems to be generally very inclusive.
One other warning: if you've ever read You Love Me, Really, you'll know that poop content is almost as frequent as pee content in my stories, so if you really don't like that kind of thing I would have to recommend that you skip this one. I debated for a long time writing this as a pee-only story, but in the end decided to include poop content too because screw it, I really like writing it. Enjoy!
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Part One
Half a Dozen Strangers
"She walks along the edge
of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's
walking on a wire
in a circus"
- Counting Crows
"Time may change me,
but I can't trace time"
- David Bowie
Chapter One
Traffic
"Crosstown traffic, all you do is slow me down
And I'm trying to get on the other side of town"
- Jimi Hendrix
If you ever get the urge to spend an hour in a hot car and travel no more than a mile, you could do a lot worse than the city of Manchester, England, on the first Saturday of any given September. Here, time seems to stand still on roads jammed with cars, buses, lorries, trucks. There are trailers, caravans, recreational vehicles, motorbikes and taxis. You've got your high-end, sleekblack BMW's driven almost exclusively by men dressed in smart sky-blue shirts, and you've got your Mini's, your Fiat's, the whole works, each with an equally exasperated student slumped behind the wheel. With the driver's seat window down, the growling sound of running engines is broken up only by the occasional frustrated honking of horns that accomplish, on balance, about as much as a cardboard kettle. If the window stays up, you just get the honking.
On this first Saturday of this September, Princess Parkway was packed to the brim with what seemed to be every last student across both of the two universities the city had to offer. Amongst the chaos of the gridlock, almost every car you dared peek into was loaded inexpertly with moving-in things: bedding, bags of clothes that were unlikely to see much wear, televisions, towels. Then, if you looked a bit closer, you'd find the good stuff- wallets, new and expensive cellphones, identification cards, bottles of booze and sometimes maybe something a little stronger. Car radios and bluetooth speakers and phones left awkwardly in vacant cupholders played a jumbled-up chorus of mismatched melodies to the unfortunate hundreds trapped in the traffic.
Stranded just shy of the intersection of Princess and Mauldeth was a battered cerulean Ford Ka, edging forward at a sloth-like pace. If you wanted to get a glimpse inside the vehicle, at that precise moment, you'd need to be walking on the road to do it. You'd see the piled-up assortment of belongings that buried the back seats in an avalanche, from pillows to huge, heavy rucksacks of clothing. Then, moving forward through the gap between the seats, what would greet your gaze? Why, a Starbucks cup in the holder (cappuccino, extra sugar, sprinkle of cinnamon), a Jelly Belly air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror (Cherry Flavour! read the packaging, although the real smell was closer to a cherry flavoured Jelly Belly), a Merlin Annual Pass lanyard discarded in the compartment behind the gearstick (the pass itself lived in the owner's wallet because the lanyard made her feel like a kid). The Starbucks Cup was the real giveaway, at least to an outside observer; picking it up would reveal a lightness that indicated that it was completely empty, and turning it around would reveal the name Chloe scrawled on the side in black marker.
And there in the front seat sat the driver, the only living soul in the car. Long, dishwasher-blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders, which were covered by a denim jacket. Beneath the jacket, a soft white blouse, and the rogue straps of a hotpink bra which matched the underwear you could just about see through her black jeans- if you looked hard enough. Her fingernails, clasping the wheel in one hand and handbrake in the other, were neat, painted cherry-red and cut ferociously short. Her lipstick matched her nails, colour on an otherwise pale face. At a first glance one would be forgiven for thinking that her eyes were blue, but a closer look would reveal their actual colour, which was a cloudy grey. She sat with rounded thighs pressed tightly together, fingers drumming distractedly on the wheel. Her stare wondered from car to car out the windscreen.
Chloe could not hear the honking. Not because her mind was elsewhere, although it was, but because her radio was turned up higher than probably anyone else in the whole county. The Clash were blasting out of those outdated speakers, loud enough to make the seat seem to vibrate like some massage chair.
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
If I stay there will be double
She had heard the song a hundred times, but today she had to smile wryly at the crude appropriateness of the lyrics. She wanted to go very badly, but if she did there would be trouble. It wasn't, though, the same kind of go that Mick Jones had been singing about. This was a much simpler kind of go, the kind that she always had to do after hastily drinking those cappuccinos she liked so much with the sugar and cinnamon. This was the kind of go that was causing her a lot of trouble indeed.
Chloe didn't need a psychiatrist to diagnose what had led her to this point. The contrast between today and the equivalent one year ago was stark. Almost exactly three-hundred-and-sixty-five days prior, she was being tearfully hugged by her mother before they split for the term, Chloe heading to her new flat in the University halls, mum back to their home in Southampton, over four hours away by car. Chloe had cried that night. Today she was driving up alone, ready for her second year, but with one big difference: no flat this time, and no halls. Instead, she had had to commit to a house-share with five other second-year girls, who had already moved in throughout the week. She knew very little about any of them, and because she lived so far away she hadn't even seen the house. All Chloe knew was that it was smack-bang in the middle of the student district, a short bus ride from campus, and that it was affordable. That was all she cared about. And with no mum on the car journey up to keep her impulsiveness in check, there had been nobody to remind her that ordering a large coffee wasn't a good idea.
According to Google Maps she was four minutes away. Twenty minutes ago it had confidently announced that she was six minutes away. The Mancunian traffic was something else entirely, although she supposed she should've predicted this. Chloe scolded herself for her poor planning and squeezed her thighs a little tighter together. Needing the toilet while driving wasn't something new for Chloe. In fact, in the three years since she got her license, she had probably had more desperate drives than she had had good grades (and wasn't that a thought that depressed her). She had made it to the bathroom all but one of those times. Maybe it was paranoia, but Chloe sometimes thought you could still smell the aftereffects of that incident in the car, if you knew it was there. The Clash kept playing, filling her ears, and undoubtedly the ears of the drivers around her. Her mind was firmly on her bladder.
This indecision's bugging me (Esta indecisión me molesta)
If you don't want me, set me free (Si no me quieres, librarme)
Finally, she crawled to a stop at the red light that stood as the last border between herself and the road down which she would be living for the next year. As soon as the car ceased moving the handbrake came up, freeing her right hand to sneak off the wheel and towards her crotch. There, she gave herself a reassuring squeeze, as if to say almost there. All the while those anxious eyes were darting nervously at the other cars out the window as if she was worried someone would spot her holding herself. Chloe's desperation was peaking. Her bladder ached with a heavy fullness that refused to stop reminding her how badly she had to go. Her toes were wiggling frantically in shiny black shoes, although she had no idea if that was helping her hold or if it was simply nervous energy. Squeezing her pussy helped some, but not enough. She knew her own body, and she knew from experience that she was no more than five minutes away from starting to lose control. Another quick glance at Google Maps told her that she was three minutes away now. Where she was going, the traffic usually thinned out. It was going to be a close call.
The light was taking forever to turn green, and a dreadful thought came into Chloe's mind: what if she didn't make it, and her new housemates' first impressions of her were of a Chloe in soaked jeans, a Chloe stinking of urine? What would they think of her then?
"Come on, hurry up," she muttered to the traffic light, barely audible over the final chorus of the song, "I need a wee". She said it that way, emphasis on the last word, like a distressed child on the playground. The traffic light didn't answer back. Chloe groaned in frustration at its tardiness. Her hand still massaged her crotch gently, her toes still squirmed like typing fingers. She had to actively hold it back now, to clench her muscles shut in order to avoid an accident.
When, finally, red became amber, Chloe's little Ford was off and around the corner at speeds that pushed the boundaries of legality. She was in a race against time, a race against her own bladder, and she knew it. Just down this road... then a right... then a left... another left...
Every corner was sheer torture. Her seatbelt pressed into her bulging abdomen, trying to force out the pint of pee that was sloshing around in there. At one terrifying moment a kid ran out into the road in front of Chloe and she slammed the breaks, feeling sure that she would wet herself there and then. That's it, she thought dully through the shock, I'm gonna piss myself. Thanks a lot, dickhead, you screwed me. But, miraculously, her muscles held firm and her panties stayed dry.
Then she was there- this was the road! Her eyes scanned every door as she rolled along slowly, looking for number forty-nine. Forty-five, forty-seven... there it was! Chloe pulled the car over forcefully and shoved the handbrake on, not caring that it was a shoddy parking job. The Clash were silenced when the engine flickered off, and her phone was snatched up to be slipped back into its rightful place in her pocket. She felt like her bladder was close to giving up, and sure enough, getting out of the car proved to be a challenge too far. When she stretched to put her second leg on the ground, urine squirted hotly from her quivering pussy and stained the crotch of her jeans. It was deeply fortunate that they were black and not blue. For a frantic second she buried a hand between her legs, gripping firmly, knees bent so she was almost squatting. Then she remembered where she was, and reluctantly let go, hoping nobody had seen. Habit forced her to lock the car door behind her. Unpacking would have to wait.
Feeling her control slip away, Chloe hobbled up to the door. It looked more than a little worn, a heavy wooden thing with the house number in grubby gold on the front. She grasped the brass knocker and rapped three times in quick succession, realising after the fact that her desperation had driven her to knock perhaps more rudely than she had intended. The wait for the door to open seemed to take minutes; Chloe couldn't help herself shifting from foot to foot every few seconds. The heat of her leak on the cotton was unmistakable against the lips of her pussy.
Eventually, the door swung open, revealing a young woman in a bubblegum pink sweatshirt and a tight hijab printed with a flowery pattern. She took one look at Chloe and broke into a grin.
"You must be Chloe, right?" she said. Her teeth, some bizarre part of Chloe's brain noticed, were almost impossibly neat and perfectly white.
"Yeah, I am," Chloe said, "Hi". She was surprised, but strangely touched, when the girl stepped forwards and pulled her into a hug. Buried somewhere beneath her overwhelming desperation, Chloe felt a pang of guilt for not remembering this woman's name from Snapchat. Luckily, it was like she could read minds, because she said:
"Hi! I'm Amira, lovely to meet you". She stepped back from the long hug and noticed Chloe's Ka. "Is that yours? I love the colour," she gushed.
"Yeah, it's mine," Chloe said, finding herself reciprocating the grin. Amira, she had realised quickly, was one of those people with an infectious smile. But there were other concerns to address. "Listen, I'm absolutely busting for a wee," she admitted, realising that she was practically dancing on the spot.
Amira laughed; it was a pretty sound. "I can see that!" she said, not unkindly, "the only bathroom is on your right at the end of the hall".
Chloe could have kissed her. She thanked Amira hurriedly and rushed off down the narrow corridor, hearing her new housemate shut the front door behind her. The bathroom wasn't hard to find- a white door stood wide open. Eyes only for the toilet, Chloe raced in and shut that door behind her, taking a few dangerous seconds to figure out how this new-to-her lock worked. It turned out to require a firm twist to the right, confirmed when she checked the handle and found she couldn't open the door. That was all the reassurance she needed, and those jeans were around her ankles in a flash.
It felt like the dam burst as soon as her bum hit the warm toilet seat, the days' worth of pent-up pee finally exploding out of her and into the bowl. The feeling of relief was incredible- better than any orgasm Chloe had had in a very long time. She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning forward, content to let it come out. Chloe suspected that Amira might have heard her sighing, and she was sure Amira could hear her stream hissing into the toilet, but at that moment she couldn't care less. Once the initial feelings of relief had subsided, and an angry ache returned to her bladder (although less fiercely this time), a thought occurred to her. Reaching down, she took the gusset of her pink panties between her thumb and forefinger. Immediately, she could feel the wetness. It was already cold. And yet, stretching out the fabric, she could see that the leak had only hit a small patch of her underwear. She'd danced with the devil and gotten away with it. Again. Crisis averted, a perverted part of her mind started to wonder how the seat was so warm. Someone must have been using it within the last minute. Perhaps that was why Amira took a while to open the door, she considered.
When the powerful stream finally subsided, and she felt empty for the first time since that morning, Chloe looked around habitually for some toilet paper. She found the roll behind her, and tore off a few squares to wipe with. Her whole pussy felt warm, as if blood had rushed to it in those final minutes of desperation, but it felt much better once she was dry again. For good measure, one extra piece of loo roll was folded and tucked inside her panties, over where she had leaked. Standing, the blonde woman pulled up her jeans and noticed something very unusual about the bathroom- at least in her experience. The mirror, which was narrow but practically floor-to-ceiling, sat hung on the wall, directly opposite the toilet. She hadn't realised it while she was peeing, but anyone using the loo would have a perfect view of themselves doing it, whether they wanted to or not. Outside of that it was a standard bathroom: bath, shower, sink, a small shelf for toiletries and, of course, the porcelain throne itself.
That was when something else hit her. Something Amira had said, in their brief conversation with each other before Chloe had dashed off to relieve herself. Her brain hadn't registered it at the time, but now it had sunk in. Chloe's brow creased. Perhaps she had misunderstood. Amira had definitely called this the only bathroom in the house, though. One bathroom to share between six girls? That seemed strange to Chloe, even as a woman who had never needed much time in the bathroom getting ready in the mornings. On a week-by-week basis, she used the bathroom to shit, shower, shave, brush her teeth, change her tampons and, most often, pee. When you put it like that, it sounds like kind of a lot, she realised all at once. But even if- and it was a big if- all her five housemates were like-minded in their conservative bathroom time, that surely meant they would still be on fairly tight schedule. She pushed the thought aside. They were stuck with it now, and she could only hope it wouldn't be a problem.
Chloe pressed the flush, and the toilet paper gurgled neatly away. Something in the back of her mind thought childishly that it would only be the first of hundreds of wees in this toilet. There was no way she could've known what else was to come.
Edited September 25, 2020 by Noot
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Chapter Two
Sophie
"She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me"
- Billy Joel
The kitchen was surprisingly spacious and not stocked half badly. A pair of enormous silver fridge-freezers dominated the scene, side by side against the easternmost wall. A door led to the garden, which was more of a fenced patio than anything else, with rotting wooden floorboards and a permanent whiff of cigarette smoke. Bordering the tiled floor were worktops, storage cupboards and drawers. There was a washing machine, tumble dryer and dishwasher all neatly lined up in a sort of utility row. On those work surfaces, three essentials were plugged into the mains: a kettle, a microwave and a toaster. And in the middle of it all stood the centrepiece, a long table around which at least ten people could sit and socialise, drink and play games. It wasn't a luxurious place by any stretch, but it would do very nicely.
Chloe emerged from the bathroom to see Amira sitting at the kitchen table, sipping something from a mug. In front of her was a phone and a MacBook decorated with what looked like several years' worth of colourful stickers, playing an episode of Holby City with the volume down low. She paused the programme and closed the laptop when she saw Chloe walk in, looking up with that kind smile of hers.
"Hey," Chloe said, not sure if she should be embarrassed or not, "sorry about that".
Amira waved a care-free hand in front of her to indicate that she didn't mind. The more Chloe looked at her, the more she noticed that Amira really was a deeply pretty girl.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," she said, "everyone gets caught short sometimes. I almost wet myself yesterday, on the way home from grocery shopping".
"Really?" Chloe asked. She didn't want to push for details, but the idea that Amira might have had a similar experience did make her feel better about her near-miss.
"I'm not joking, I didn't think I was gonna make it. If someone was in the toilet when I got in, I think I would've exploded!"
She laughed then, and Chloe couldn't help laughing too. In that moment, she decided that she liked Amira. In certain other company, talking about her business made Chloe blush, but she was relieved to find that there was nothing uncomfortable about sharing these things with her new housemate. Amira's blunt openness had put her totally at ease.
"I got stuck in the worst traffic," she said, "on Princess Parkway. Freshers everywhere. A boy ran out in front of my car and I nearly lost it".
"Honestly, you're lucky I was here to let you in," Amira said, "everyone else has gone out for the day".
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask. Where is everyone? I thought I was the last to move in?"
Amira leaned forward, her eyes glimmering.
"Well...", she began. It was the kind of well that, in Chloe's experience, meant a lot of information was coming.
"I got here on Tuesday, I was first to arrive. Molly turned up Wednesday, she's out seeing some friends, at the pub apparently. Then came Carmen, she's at the Trafford Centre, second time in three days," Amira rolled her eyes, but without a hint of malice; it felt more like a show of endearment than annoyance. The Trafford was the local premium shopping centre, one of the biggest in the whole country. "She needed some extra clothes, apparently. Abbie only got here yesterday. She seems nice enough, I think she's at the library, or something."
"You, me, Molly, Carmen, Abbie," Chloe said, counting them off on her fingers, "who's the last one?"
"Sophie," Amira answered, taking another sip from her mug, "she went to register at the GP. She should be back-" the girl checked her phone, a new model in a soft pink case, "-any minute now".
Suddenly, Chloe felt a nervous knot tying itself in her stomach. Meeting Amira had been easy, because she'd been focused on keeping her jeans dry, but what if she didn't get on with Sophie? They were living together for nine moths. It was vital that they got off on the right foot.
"Oh, she's lovely," Amira said reassuringly, "bit out there, kind of a free-spirit type, but she's easy to get on with".
"How out there are we talking?"
"Trust me, Chloe, it's best if you just wait and find out yourself". At that instant, her phone started to buzz. It was on silent, but the vibrations on the table were plenty audible. She picked it up and showed it to Chloe. It read Soph, and, underneath, Mobile. "Speak of the devil," she smirked, answering the call with a slide of her fingers. Amira shot Chloe a cheeky wink as the call loaded, and made a show out of pushing the speakerphone button. "Soph, hi," she said in her most innocent of tones. Looking straight at Chloe, she placed a finger over her own lips, the universal symbol to stay quiet.
An airy voice replied, echoing out around the kitchen. "Hi, Amira. Just letting you know I'm about one minute from home and I forgot my key, are you in?"
Amira paused before replying. "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen," she said truthfully. On the other end of the line, Sophie audibly sighed with relief.
"Right, thank fuck for that. Can you get the door for me in a bit?" she asked. Amira said that that would be no problem. "Oh, and nobody's in the loo, are they?"
"No," Amira said, raising an eyebrow, "it's just me at home. Why?"
"'Cause I'm desperate for a wee," she replied, as casually as if she was talking about the weather, "don't be late opening the door, I really like these knickers".
"I don't even know if you're joking or not," Amira giggled, "I'll see you soon".
"In a bit!" Sophie's disembodied voice called, and she promptly hung up. Amira put the phone back on the table. She looked as excited as a kid on Christmas Eve.
"Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!" she told Chloe, practically squealing. Chloe, for her part, shot a bemused look her way. "You'll see," Amira added, offering little in the way of explanation, "but when she gets here, stay in the kitchen, act like you're not here. Trust me, it'll be hilarious".
"Uh," Chloe began, "do you two always talk like that?"
"Like what?"
"She talks about needing a wee so casually. It's like you've known her for years".
"Oh, that's just Sophie," Amira said cheerily, "she doesn't have a filter. I'm used to it; I have two sisters. The others are a bit more reserved... but that's nothing we can't fix with time!" There was a knock on what Chloe assumed must be the front door, and Amira darted out of the kitchen to answer it. Chloe stayed put as per her orders, sitting down on a seat at the table from which she could see the bathroom door but not the bathroom. She considered hiding somewhere, but ultimately decided that might be taking things a little too far. The kitchen table was cold, polished and a stony grey. Within seconds, the sound of the door opening was followed by two approaching voices. One was quite clearly Amira, and one unmistakably belonged to the woman Chloe had just heard on the phone. As they got closer, she could start to make out the words.
"... honestly, Amira, I feel like I'm gonna burst," Sophie was saying.
"Bathroom's free, knock yourself out," Amira replied. Chloe got a glimpse then of just the back of Sophie, a slim white lady who stood at least six foot tall and had almost half that length of the lightest blonde hair Chloe had ever seen. She wore a patterned green top, denim shorts torn at the bottom, tall suede boots. Before Chloe could take in any more detail, she had rushed into the bathroom, with Amira returning to the kitchen. To her surprise, though, Sophie didn't bother closing the loo door. Amira and Chloe could hear quite clearly as the girl unbuttoned and unzipped those denim shorts, sat down lightly on the toilet and unleashed a sprinkle of pee onto the porcelain.
"So much better!" Sophie moaned. It reminded Chloe all too well of the pleasure she'd gotten from her own relief less than ten minutes ago. "I honestly considered popping a squat in an alleyway or something".
"You can't go weeing in alleyways," Amira said firmly, "I don't know whether you'd get arrested or kidnapped first".
"As long as I don't ruin these knickers, I don't care".
"You mentioned," Amira said dryly, before changing the subject, "everything ok with the doctors?"
"Yeah, all good, I'm registered," Sophie called back, still peeing. She farted then, none too quietly. It echoed raspily in the bowl. Chloe had to bite her lip to keep from laughing; Amira saw and almost cracked up too. "God, I think I need a poo, as well," she groaned. This time it took Chloe chomping down on her hand to silence the giggles.
"Charming," Amira called back, not giving anything away with her tone, "I don't know how you poo so much. I go four or five times a week if I'm lucky". She held up two fingers to Chloe, silently indicating that this was Sophie's second dump of the day.
"Coffee and weed, Amira," Sophie said, "coffee and weed". The hissing sound of her wee finally ceased, replaced by a quiet but unmistakable grunting noise as the girl on the toilet strained a little. Suddenly, Chloe realised something. From her spot in the kitchen, she couldn't just see the bathroom door- she could see into the bathroom. And if the angle was right, if she moved her head just enough, she could see that floor-to-ceiling mirror. It showed her the image of a beautiful blonde in a green top, with pale, smooth thighs and denim shorts bunched up around her ankles. Chloe was too far away to make out any details, but the concentration on her face was clear even from a distance. She watched for a few seconds, then forced herself to look away. Sophie clearly didn't mind having an audience- after all, she had left the door wide open to keep talking to Amira- but Chloe still felt guilty for staring.
Instead, just as she turned her attention back to Amira's scrunched-up, laugh-stifling face, she heard the first splash that indicated that Sophie was having some success. She let out a tiny moan before bearing down to get the rest of it out, and Chloe realised her mistake: looking at Amira trying not to burst out laughing only made it harder for her to do the same. Her eyes filled with tears, her breath came out in silent hitches of air. It wasn't even particularly funny, but that didn't matter anymore. Now they'd started laughing, it was hard to stop. A second splash followed quickly after the first, and the next thing Chloe heard was toilet paper being torn off. Sophie must have been ready to wipe. Maybe she was imagining it- had to be imagining it, given how far away she was- but Chloe was almost sure she could smell Sophie's deposit.
She flushed, and out of the corner of her reluctant (tempted) eye Chloe got a glimpse of the girl standing and pulling her shorts back up.
"That's better," Sophie said again, washing her hands briefly, "I always feel so much lighter after a du-" she didn't make it to the end of the word dump, because that was the moment that she turned around and saw the two girls sitting at the kitchen table trying not to laugh their arses off. As soon as they made eye contact with Sophie the game was over. The pair completely cracked up, watching her face turn bright red as she realised the extent of the damage. Sophie, to her enormous credit, took it in her stride with a remarkable smoothness and was laughing along with them within seconds. When they had finally regained some semblance of control, she reached forward and offered her hand to the newcomer.
"Hi, I'm Sophie," she said without a hint of awkwardness.
"Chloe," Chloe told her, taking the hand and shaking it.
"I'm sorry about... well, that," she said, gesticulating vaguely towards the bathroom.
"No, you're not," Chloe said with a smile, "and you shouldn't be. Don't be embarrassed on my account. If we're going to live here together we might as well get comfy, right?"
Sophie laughed. "I like you," she said, "although, still, if I'd known you were in I would've said hello before going for a shit".
"When you gotta go, you gotta go," Chloe said nonchalantly. She could tell she was impressing Sophie with how easily she had shrugged this off.
"Chloe almost wet herself while she was waiting for me to open the door," Amira just dropped this information in casually, "I don't think we have to worry about privacy with this one".
Sophie went to the fridge, grabbed herself a can of Dr Pepper and sat down opposite the other two girls. It occurred to Chloe that she didn't know anyone else who kept cans of Dr Pepper in the fridge. She cracked it open and gulped it down thirstily, and Chloe wondered if she might have got to the bottom of how Sophie had gotten so desperate to pee.
"So what about the others?" she asked, "are they nice?"
Sophie and Amira looked at each other, and it was the latter who spoke. "Molly's really nice. We haven't really talked to Abbie much yet, she's kind of quiet. And Carmen seems sweet enough, but she's been busy unpacking almost since she got here".
"What we need is a big night in tonight," Sophie declared. She whipped an iPhone out of her pocket and her fingers started working. "The six of us, getting to know each other, drinking a lot of booze. You got any booze, Chloe?"
"Oh, yeah, enough to kill all six of us," Chloe said solemnly, "I need mixer, though".
"Mixer is easy, there's a little shop down the road," Sophie said. "We'll get pizza or something and then just get blackout drunk. You smoke weed?"
"Sometimes," Chloe said. She wasn't a marijuana aficionado, but in social contexts she was usually up for it.
"Okay, maybe we'll do that, too. What's your Snapchat?" Chloe gave it to her, and within a second a friend request from someone with a unmistakably Sophie Bitmoji popped up on her own mobile. "Right, I'll add you to the group chat. Meet back down here at seven?"
"Sounds good". Chloe breathed an internal sigh of relief; it was good to have made friends so easily. "Now, which one of you suckers wants to help me lug my stuff upstairs?"
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Here's Chapter Three! My wonderful commissioners have kept me busy this weekend (as has a fair bit of booze, haha) but I was so happy to find some time to write more of this story. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Vinyl
"The best you ever had
Is just a memory"
- Arctic Monkeys
Chloe had just finished unpacking when she first heard the music through the wall of her new bedroom.
Being the last to arrive, she had been left with no choice between the rooms, but her early impressions were that she'd landed a pretty good one regardless. It was the first room one would come across as they toured the house, directly opposite the top of the singular narrow staircase that led to the first floor. Down the landing from her lived Amira, but between those two rooms stood another door, one that had been locked shut when Chloe and her two new friends hauled her belongings from the car, up the stairs and into her new living space. Now it sounded like music was playing inside that locked room.
Intrigued, Chloe got to her feet, sweeping the place with her eyes to make sure there was nothing left for her to do. Her bed was made neatly, her clothes all hung up or folded or placed carefully in the somewhat undersized closet, her stationery and laptop and charging cables all sitting nicely on the desk. Her TV was set up with her PS4 sitting behind it, not yet turned on for lack of time. The blinds were no good at keeping light out, but as a heavy sleeper, she didn't mind. She savoured that look around the room because she knew it was the tidiest it would be for the rest of her time living in it. It was only downhill from here. Chloe felt sure that, should her mother see the state this room would be in come Christmas, she would have a fit.
The music was unmistakable, and now she was listening closely Chloe could even recognise the song. It was the opening riff of Arctic Monkeys' Fluorescent Adolescent, guitars punching through the air, drumbeat driving the track forward. She smiled to herself; whoever lived in that room, Chloe approved of her taste. The temptation was too powerful to resist for much longer, and, besides, her new room was unpacked and ready. The only thing left to do now was go and investigate.
It was getting late in the day, but not so late that the landing was no longer flooded with sunlight from the window at the top of the stairs. That bedroom door, the one that had been locked earlier, was standing wide open. As Chloe got closer she saw that it was being propped in position by a doorstop. She noted the stark contrast between the cold image of the closed door earlier and the inviting warmth of the open one now. Whoever lived there was clearly open to receiving visitors.
When she appeared in the doorway, hearing the Monkeys blasting out proud, she found a room that looked as though it had been lived in for several years rather than several days. Posters hung on every wall, from Paramore to Frank Turner to Green Day to Foo Fighters. There were dozens more, too, some Chloe recognised and some she didn't, almost all musicians or bands. The bedsheets were a rich purple, including the pillowcases. There was a TV in this room, too, although not as big as Chloe's and without a console attached to play on. A towel hung limply from the open door of the girl's closet, seemingly drying after a shower. What caught Chloe's eye, though, was a gorgeous portable record player sitting on her desk in lieu of any sort of education-related possessions. It was on this deck that the Arctic Monkeys record was playing.
Cross-legged on her bed was the owner of the room, and Chloe's first thought was that this was quite possibly the most pop-punk woman she'd ever seen in her life. Her skin was naturally pale instead of whitened with foundation, which only made the strong colours that accented parts of her face even more powerful: violet lipstick, dark eyeshadow, jet-black dyed hair with electric purple highlights. Following the stereotype, Chloe would've expected a woman like that to be dressed like she was going to a funeral, but this girl was wearing a pair of denim jeans and an unbuttoned red-and-black checkered shirt over a purple tank top that showed off a totally flat belly. The girl's belly button was pierced and decorated with silver, as was her nose and both of her ears. She looked, at least to Chloe, like someone you didn't want to mess with.
Then she looked up and smiled at Chloe, and the illusion was broken. It was a pure smile, the kind a teacher gives a young child. She pointed at the record player and spoke with her voice raised to be heard over Alex Turner's vocals.
"Turn it down!" she said, still smiling, cupping her mouth with the other hand as if it would actually help the sound carry. Chloe took her advice, taking a second to find the right knob before twisting the volume from eight to three. Suddenly, conversation re-entered the realms of possibility. The girl did not get up to greet Chloe, instead staying on her bed, legs crossed like a pupil at a primary school. She patted the duvet beside her, indicating that she wanted Chloe to sit down.
"You're Chloe," she said. It wasn't a question. Chloe smiled nervously at her. She didn't find the girl scary anymore, but her unconventional style still held a certain intimidation factor for her. But she wanted to get off on the right foot, so she sat beside her new housemate.
"Yeah," Chloe said, unsure why it felt like a confession. She hadn't memorised the faces of all five girls ahead of moving in, but she knew from Facebook profile pictures that this girl wasn't Abigail or Carmen, because this girl was light-skinned and Chloe at least remembered that the other two were certainly not. "You must be Molly, right?"
"That's me," she said, offering her hand for Chloe to take. She took it and shook it, still in awe at how well-decorated the room was.
"I love all these posters," Chloe said. It wasn't small talk; she was being genuine. "And I'm a big fan of your music taste".
Molly laughed, a sound totally unlike Amira's. When Molly laughed it felt almost as though she was laughing at herself rather than at the thing she had just heard. "Thanks," she said, "I've always been into this kind of stuff. What do you listen to?"
"Pretty much anything, but my dad bought me up on classic rock," Chloe explained. Molly nodded wisely. For the first time Chloe noticed that her hair was slightly wet, and since it definitely hadn't been raining, she assumed Molly had just recently gotten out of the shower.
"I like that, usually," Molly said, "but I'll listen to anything except classical. Oh, as long as it hasn't been in the charts in the last ten years".
Now it was Chloe's turn to laugh. It was good to know Molly shared her distrust of modern pop music. They already had something to bond over.
"When did you get here?" she asked.
"Three or four hours ago, pretty much. I've been unpacking ever since. You?"
"Wednesday," Molly said, and Chloe remembered Amira telling her as much. She remembered something else Amira had said: that Molly had been to the pub with friends today. "Yeah, guilty," Molly smirked when Chloe asked about it, "I just got in a few minutes ago. I might have got a bit tipsy. Drinks are well cheap over there".
"How cheap?"
"A JD and Coke is £3.50. Three for a tenner". She hiccuped a little and now Chloe could smell it, a faint tinge of whiskey on Molly's breath. "Might explain why I put the music up so loud. Sorry".
"Don't be, I love this song," Chloe said sincerely, "but you'd better sober up before seven, Sophie said she wants a big night".
"How big are we talking here?"
"I think the words "weed" and "blackout" were mentioned".
Molly snorted in derision. "Well, I'm getting absolutely fucked, then," she said, accepting her fate. Her sharp green eyes betrayed no intoxication, but her speech didn't pass the subtlety test. "Oh, man, tomorrow is going to suck".
Chloe had had similar thoughts, of course. It had been a long time since she'd drunk heavily, having had little reason to get pissed over the summer, and she was assuming that the break would've lowered her tolerance, leading to a pretty nasty hangover in the morning. Regardless, she was quietly excited. If these girls knew how to party like her old flatmates had- and Sophie and Molly gave her good reason to believe that they did- then the night would be worth the consequences.
Molly cocked her head to the side, as if she was listening for something. She held up a finger to Chloe, who strained her ears too, and they both picked up the sound of the front door closing. It was followed immediately by footsteps climbing the stairs, as well as something else, something harder to place.
"Hello?" Molly called. For the briefest of seconds there was tension. Then:
"Hey!"
In just that word, that hey, Chloe detected an accent that was certainly not from any part of Britain she'd ever heard of. This must be Carmen, she thought. Seconds later, an absolute stunner of a woman materialised in the doorway like a magician's apprentice. Olive skin, shining chestnut hair, a Greek nose, with full lips and eyes that danced, alive, sentient. Chloe was sure the girl must be wearing makeup and yet had no idea where or what it was. A tight-fitting red dress hugged her figure, which was predictably flawless. Chloe didn't get envious easily, but if someone had told her the woman in front of her was a supermodel, she wouldn't even have blinked. In each hand was a large shopping bag stuffed to the brim with God-knows-what. She seemed taken aback by Chloe's presence in the room, as if she'd forgotten they were expecting a sixth member of the house to turn up.
Carmen dropped both of her bags on the landing and stepped into the bedroom. It seemed appropriate that Chloe stand up to introduce herself, so she did, but she didn't expect the beaming girl to put her hands on Chloe's shoulders and give her a kiss on each cheek. She had taken Spanish lessons for several years and knew for a fact that most people from Spain didn't actually kiss each other's cheeks (it was more of a symbolic representation of a kiss), but Carmen didn't seem to live by those rules and Chloe went slightly red as this beautiful woman made contact.
"Hello, Chloe, it's so good to meet you," she said with a grin. Her accent was strong and, Chloe thought privately, gorgeous.
"Nice to meet you too, Carmen," Chloe said. She saw past the tall girl's shoulder and realised she could see into the shopping bags, which she was surprised to see didn't contain clothes at all: there was a frying pan, a bag of clementines, a chopping board, a flannel. There was probably dozens of other household items buried out of sight. Chloe felt a bit foolish for falling into the trap of stereotyping Carmen as a clothes-obsessed pretty woman.
"When did you get here?" Carmen asked... and suddenly Chloe noticed that she was squirming on the spot. Carmen had been a ball of energy when she'd burst into the room, but now it was apparent that she hadn't actually stopped moving since. It was like she was dancing a silent cha-cha-cha. Her jeans made a near-silent noise as the thighs rubbed together.
"A few hours ago... are you okay?" Chloe asked, more than a tad distracted by her movement. Carmen didn't even blush.
"Yes, please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom," she said, "I just wanted to carry the bags upstairs first. Do you mind if I...?"
"No, please, go!" Chloe said, gesturing back towards the stairs, "we can talk after you're done. I don't mind at all!"
"Thank you, Chloe," Carmen said, and left, still dancing unnaturally. When she was gone, Molly looked over at Chloe and offered a wry smile.
"There's been a lot of that going around. Six girls and one bathroom isn't exactly convenient".
"I've been meaning to ask about that," Chloe blurted out, "is it a big problem?"
Molly thought about that for a second before answering with a shrug. "It can be a pain. I mean, it's already led to some tricky spots, but we'll figure something out". Before Chloe could dig any further for details, Carmen made an unexpected early return.
"The bathroom is occupied," she explained, looking worried, "Someone is using the shower". Before she'd mentioned it, the music had drowned out the sound of the water, but now Chloe could hear it in the distance.
"Ah," Molly said, "shit".
"Yes, shit," Carmen agreed. Hearing English swears in a Spanish accent was odd to Chloe, even though she'd already deduced that Carmen spoke better English than most English people their age.
"Okay, well, you can talk to us until she's out," Chloe said, hoping to help distract the poor girl, "if it helps, I almost wet myself on the drive here".
"Really?" Molly said, eyebrows raised, "this is the first I'm hearing about this".
"What happened?" Carmen asked. The dancing had ceased and now she stood with her thighs pressed tightly together. It was alien to Chloe to see someone so beautiful be so desperate for the toilet.
"I made it, just," Chloe said, "but it was really embarrassing, 'cause that was Amira's first impression of me".
Molly made a pfft sound with her lips.
"Amira doesn't give a shit. She pisses more than anyone".
"Amira was knocking on the bathroom door last night, asking for me to let her in so she could pee," Carmen said. Even in her state she seemed to derive great pleasure from spilling the gossip. Chloe wondered if perhaps she wasn't completely atypical after all. "She begged me until I got up eventually just to stop her asking. Do you know how hard it is to go number two with her talking to you through the door?"
Both Molly and Chloe laughed at this, but Chloe was taking mental notes. This was turning into the most interesting conversation she'd had in months. Carmen groaned dramatically and put a hand on her abdomen.
"Seriously, guys, I don't think I can hold it," she said. Chloe could read in her eyes that she wasn't exaggerating for effect. She didn't know what to do to help, but fortunately, Molly had more experience in the house than she had.
"Who's in the shower? Sophie?" Molly asked.
"I don't know," Carmen said exasperatedly. Molly told her to hang on ten seconds. "I'm trying," the brunette moaned. Molly opened her phone, clicked on the Snapchat logo and flicked across to the group chat that the six housemates were in. She typed just three words, clearly making an effort to be hasty:
Who's in shower?
Luckily, it didn't take long to receive two replies. The first one was from Abigail.
Not at home rn, it read simply. Then, Amira opened the conversation, signalled by her little cartoon face popping up at the bottom of the screen. Her message was nearly instantaneous.
It's Soph x
Molly's eyes lit up- Chloe could swear she saw a lightbulb appear over the punk girl's head. She hammered in a message with both thumbs.
Would she mind if someone came in to use the toilet while she showers?
Amria got back to them right away, once again. Chloe could imagine her sitting in the kitchen, scanning her phone intently.
Nah x it's Soph lmao... just knock first and check she's OK with it
"You're good to go, Carmen," Molly said, "problem solved".
"Okay, thank you!" the desperate girl said, looking immensely relieved, "I'll be right back!"
And with that she was gone again, back down the stairs in search of somewhere to empty her bladder before she wet herself. Molly hopped up off her bed and turned the Arctic Monkeys record right down to 0. They heard a knock on the bathroom door, an inaudible question from Carmen, a response too short to be anything but a "yes". The bathroom door opened and then closed. The music came back up.
"You see, Chloe," Molly said, putting an arm around Chloe's shoulder and smiling, "sometimes the best solution is the simplest". |
Chapter 4
Shower
"Together we could break this trap
we'll run 'till we drop
baby, we'll never go back"
- Bruce Springsteen
Six girls sharing one bathroom quickly proved to be a logistical nightmare when it came to getting ready for a social event. Every one of them wanted time in there to shower, which took at least ten minutes per girl, so the hour leading up to seven 'o' clock barely saw a second pass when the room wasn't occupied. Once Sophie had emerged from the shower, completely unfazed by Carmen's urgent interruption, the group had decided via the Snapchat group that Chloe should get the next turn. After all, she was the new girl, and it was only polite to give her as long as she needed to get ready for a night Sophie had described simply as "probably dangerous".
She grabbed everything she though she could possibly need before the trek downstairs to the bathroom: a towel, the clothes she planned to change into, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, mouthwash, toothpaste and brush. Only when Chloe felt fully prepared did the step out into the landing with the bundle of toiletries and garments. What she saw almost made her drop everything. Sophie was there, dressed only in a towel that covered nothing above the waist. She was picking through a drying rack loaded precariously with clothing like a game of Buckaroo, apparently looking for something ready to wear tonight.
At first glance Chloe only got a side-on view of her new flatmate bent over the clotheshorse, from which she could see perfectly the outline of her bare, heavy breasts, button nipples pointing out stiffly. When Sophie heard Chloe's door shut, however, she straightened up and gave her a smile. That snowy hair looked a few shades darker when wet, and it hung in messy curls over her shoulders. The full-frontal view was somehow even less modest than profile. Chloe had to remind herself that it was considered rude to stare at her new flatmate's tits. Instead, still absorbing the surprise of it all, she looked up and returned the smile.
"Hey," Sophie said, making no effort to cover her chest, "shit, I'm sorry. I should've asked if you were okay with me walking around topless, shouldn't I?"
Chloe shook her head quickly. "No, honestly, it's fine," she replied. It was true, too- once she'd dealt with the shock of seeing a half-naked Sophie (given that they'd only met that same day), she really didn't mind at all. She'd never seen much need for bodily shyness around friends. "I'll probably do the same!"
Sophie winked. "Something to look forward to, then," she said with a half-laugh. As Chloe continued down the stairs for her shower, she wondered if maybe that was because the blonde girl had only been half joking. But she dismissed the thoughts as quickly as they arrived; it was a relatively natural thing for young people to jokingly sexualise their friends, and that was surely all Sophie had been doing. By the time she was under the hot flow of the shower, Chloe had completely forgotten about it.
No sooner had she put the shampoo in her hair than a familiar feeling struck Chloe. It was almost an inevitable part of showering, for her: the sudden need to pee, which often came on suddenly when she was in there and almost always ended with her relieving herself where she stood. On this day the urge was particularly strong, since she hadn't been since her close call upon arrival several hours ago. She thought nothing of it when her bladder sent the signal that told her that she really had to go. Instead, Chloe simply spread her naked legs and let rip, contentedly watching the light yellow stream pick up pace and turn into a torrent that made her whole spine tingle. She loved watching it mix in with the clear water, run through her toes and disappear down the drain, gone forever. On a personal level, she had no qualms with peeing in the shower, reasoning that it was perfectly hygienic. If any of the others didn't like it, well, what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. Getting out the shower to sit on the loo for thirty seconds, only to immediately get back under the water, seemed counter-productive anyhow. Feeling much better, she started rinsing the white foam from her head.
Once she was cleaned, dried and dressed, Chloe nipped out for some soft drinks from the shop Sophie had mentioned down the road (suitably tiny, as she'd expected) and returned to the now-empty kitchen with a decent haul: two bottles each of cheap lemonade and Diet Pepsi. Did Diet Pepsi really get you drunker than regular Pepsi, or was that a myth? Chloe wasn't sure, and given how much of her time she'd invested on the basis of the first statement being true, she suspected she'd be happier never finding out. The lemonade was off-brand; it simply served as an emergency backup in case they got through Pepsi faster than anticipated. Being the only person in the room at that moment- seeing as Molly was showering, and everyone else was off getting dressed still- made Chloe calmer, less under pressure to impress new people. It was still ten minutes until seven by the time the mixers were safely tucked away. So, looking for things to do, she ventured over to the far corner of the room, and the one that she personally thought was the most important. This was where the alcohol was kept. Not beer or cider- those could go live in the fridge. No, Chloe thought excitedly, this is where you store the really good stuff.
They were loaded. Not with money, maybe, but you could swim in this stuff if you wanted to. Somebody- probably Sophie- had lined the bottles up like soldiers, ordered by type and brand. On one end were little bottles of Tequila, Sambuca, even Fireball. Set up proudly around these bottles was a row of six identical shot-glasses. From there, left to right, the drinks only got bigger and more extravagant. There was an array of Malibu, Disaronno and three different flavours of Vodka. Then, Chloe realised, they started to stray into hard liquor territory: rum, whiskey, gin in every colour of the rainbow. She even spotted a neck of brandy sitting there- one of the few drinks she'd never tried before. And there, the crown jewels at the end, stood three bottles of wine and enough Baileys to fill a sink. At the very back of the worktop, tucked away in tidy stacks, were at least a dozen rolls of toilet paper, ready to be deployed whenever needed. Usually twelve rolls would feel like a lot, but in a house of six teenage girls who all consumed alcohol or worse, she wasn't sure it would last them until Hallowe'en.
For a moment, Chloe just stood and stared in awe of this ridiculous collection. Then she went upstairs to grab her own contribution, intending to add the four bottles of spirits she'd bought with her to the pile. When she got back to her chair in the kitchen, carrying the drinks awkwardly under her arms, someone else was already sitting in it.
Abigail was a small, mousey woman with rich brown skin and sleek hair tied loosely behind her head. Denim dungarees over a red top bought to mind the aesthetic of a girl much younger than twenty, but there was nothing childish about the thoughtful solemnity of her face, or the way hazel eyes peered watchfully out from behind thick rectangle glasses. Pinned to her chest, just above the heart, was a pink butterfly.
She looked up when Chloe came in, not seeming remotely surprised by the arrival of this total stranger. In fact, Chloe thought it was as though Abigail had been waiting for her. One hand held a half-empty bottle of golden Budweiser, and it was with this hand that she beckoned Chloe to sit opposite to her. The bottle cap sat, upturned, on the table.
"Hey. Have a seat".
Chloe dropped off her heavy drinks with the rest of the alcohol, then sat. Up close she noticed the finer details: neatly trimmed fingernails, a sturdy nose, eyebrows that had been trimmed impeccably. Abigail dressed practically, but she had clearly put time into her appearance.
"Abigail, right? Or do you prefer Abbie?"
The girl scoffed, smiling sardonically.
"My mum still calls me Ben, so I'll take either of those," she said.
"Abbie it is, then. I'm Chloe". She stuck out a hand and they shook. It felt nice to finally be done introducing herself for the day.
"Welcome. It's good to have company. How's the room?"
"It's pretty good, actually," Chloe said honestly, "I was worried I'd get stuck with the worst one, but I like it so far".
Abbie nodded- she knew the feeling. "There aren't really any terrible rooms here. They're all equal in their mediocrity".
Whether it was the look, the sarcastic humour or the big words, Chloe was quickly beginning to understand that she was talking to someone much smarter than your average student. But she didn't quite know what to do with that information, so instead she pressed on with her favourite strategy- small talk.
"I know which rooms are Molly's and Amira's, but I haven't seen the rest of the house yet," she said.
"Carmen's just down the hall from Amira," Abbie explained, "and I live on the top floor, opposite Sophie. It's basically an attic, but it's nice enough".
"Sounds cool," Chloe said wistfully, "I'd have loved to live on the top".
"Oh, it's not all that. I think Sophie's a lot more into it than me". She leaned in, her beer tilting precariously as she did, "I'm half-expecting her to start growing weed up there any day now". Chloe was starting to notice one more thing about Abigail- she spoke slowly, more so than any girl Chloe had met before. Her accent was certainly not from anywhere near Manchester; in fact, she sounded southern. Every word was pronounced deliberately. "Trust me, you might think living upstairs looks cool, but you get bored of walking down two dozen stairs every time you need the toilet".
Chloe hadn't thought about that aspect of it. Suddenly, she was back to being grateful for the room she had. "What happens if you need a wee in the night?" she asked.
Abbie shrugged. "You hold it in".
"But what about when you can't hold it?"
"I don't know, that hasn't happened to me yet," she said casually, "hopefully it never does. I'd never get back to sleep after making what's basically a pilgrimage from my room to the bathroom and back".
"You will if you're drunk enough," Chloe pointed out.
"If I was that drunk then getting downstairs in the first place would be a challenge," Abbie countered, "but I'm not really a heavy drinker".
Chloe nodded just a little at the beer bottle in her hand and raised an eyebrow. The other girl chuckled again, and once again the laugh had that dry quality that Chloe wasn't sure she was used to yet.
"Okay, I've started early tonight," she admitted, "it's the only way I can keep up with Sophie and Molly. Those two drink like they don't want to live".
"What about Amira, does she drink?" Chloe didn't want to be nosy, but she couldn't help the desire to learn as much as possible about her new housemates as soon as she could.
"More than Carmen and I, less than Sophie and Molly," Abbie said, "but it's our job to make sure her parents don't find out, they don't tolerate alcohol at all".
Chloe was about to ask another question when Molly came in, hair still damp from her shower. The dress code, it seemed, was Smart Casual; they wanted to look nice but there was no point dressing to the nines when they had no plans to leave the house. Molly had certainly got the memo, wearing ripped blue jeans and a tight-fitting purple crop. She almost made Chloe feel overdressed in her slightly more extravagant outfit. Those worries disappeared a few moments later with the arrival of Carmen, who didn't seem to have a Smart Casual setting. Next to her, ruby dress flowing as she walked, Chloe looked significantly more modest. Moments later, Amira came and took her seat, carrying a pack of neatly-stacked playing cards. They all greeted Chloe and Abbie enthusiastically, ready to dive into a night that could go in any direction.
"I like how Sophie was the first to shower and she's still the last person downstairs," Molly said with a smile.
Amira lifted that pink-cased phone off the table and eyed the clock. Even reading upside-down, Chloe could still see that it said 6:59. "She said seven, and it's not seven yet. Trust me, she'll be here in the next few seconds". Sure enough, footsteps began to rattle down the stairs almost right away. "Told you".
Sophie's arrival signalled the unofficial start of the party. She had bought with her a portable bluetooth speaker, the small, cylindrical kind that sat on the table and connected to a mobile phone. Within minutes of the six meeting, music was playing through it, turned down just low enough that conversation could be heard easily. Each of the girls grabbed a drink and returned to the table just as Molly was finishing arranging the cards face-down in a circle, looking like the petals of a flower with a huge empty pint glass in the middle. She seemed naturally comfortable in the role of card-master.
"Okay, I'm guessing everyone has played Ring of Fire before?" she said, fussily moving some of the cards a few centimetres into a more aesthetically pleasing shape.
"I haven't," Chloe said, "my flatmates last year weren't really into card games. How do you play?"
"It's really simple. We take it in turns to pick a card from the circle and turn it over. Every card means you do something different, basically. We'll explain as we go along".
"And what's the pint glass for?" Chloe asked.
Molly finished fiddling with the cards, satisfied, but it was Sophie who answered. "That's the grand finale. Every time someone draws a King card, they pour some of their drink into that glass. Whoever gets the last King downs the whole pint".
Chloe's eyebrows shot up. There was a wide variety of drinks on the table; some of the girls were drinking beer or cider and others had made drinks with spirits. Chloe herself favoured a solution of vodka and Pepsi. She didn't think it would taste very good at all once it was mixed with Abbie's Budweiser. "So, you really don't want to draw that last King?".
"Not if you want to walk to bed on your own two feet," Amira said. |
Chapter 5
Waterfall
"I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher"
- Johnny Cash
"Okay, Chloe, your go again," Molly ordered, straightening the thickening pile of used cards in front of her.
"Again?" Chloe said, surprised, "I just had a go! I got the first King, remember?"
Abbie tutted, taking another swig of her beer. "That was five minutes ago".
"Oh". Chloe blinked. Either she was getting seriously caught up in the conversation, or the alcohol was having more of an impact than she thought. "Sorry".
In front of her sat the in-progress, impromptu game that Molly had called the Ring of Fire. The pint glass on the centre of the table was around a quarter full with a donation from what had been her second helping of Smirnoff and Diet Pepsi. Around the glass, where there had been fifty-two elegantly fanned-out cards just half an hour ago, now lay thirty-seven. Chloe grabbed one near to her, careful not to disrupt the other cards in the circle, and flipped it over.
"What does four mean, again?" she asked.
"Four rhymes with whore," Sophie reminded her, reaching for her glass, "so all the women drink".
"But that's all of us!" Chloe protested.
Sophie took a sip of her drink; she'd filled almost half her glass with pink gin before topping up using lemonade. Chloe doubted very much whether a brew that strong would ever be legally served in a bar. "So you'd better get drinking, then, eh? I don't make the rules"
Chloe saw her point. She took a sip, both loving and hating the way the vodka burned the back of her throat on the way down. It was hard to accept so early in the night, but she was already getting drunk. Her eyes were starting to wander in the moments when she wasn't involved in the conversation, she was beginning to trip up on some easy words and her bladder was filling up rapidly. Ordinarily she wouldn't have minded this, but the others still seemed to be perfectly fine, and the thought that she might be the lightweight of this new group was not a pleasant one.
The next turn fell to Molly, who was sat directly to Chloe's left. She turned her card over and immediately stuck an arm up in the air, index finger extended to the sky like a child in a classroom with a question to ask. Abbie and Amira followed suit almost immediately, imitated soon by Carmen and finally Sophie, but this was one of the rules that Chloe had forgotten, and she was too slow on the uptake. It came back to her all too late; seven rhymed with heaven, so when that card was drawn the last person to point to the sky had to drink. She swore aloud, eliciting a laugh from the rest of the girls, and dutifully swallowed down more booze. Each swallow was followed shortly after by an ever-growing twinge in her bladder reminding her to go to the toilet. She ignored it, for now; leaving the game would be rude, and her tipsiness had emboldened her to hold it in for longer than she would sober.
Amira drew the Queen of Spades, and this time Chloe thought she did recall what that meant.
"So you become Question Master now, right?" she asked Amira. The Question Master was a position of prestigious power; if they could get another player to answer one of their questions then that player had to drink. Amira looked over at Chloe, surprised to have been addressed.
"Sorry, what did you say?" she said, giving Chloe her sweet smile.
"I asked if you were Question Master now," Chloe repeated. The instant she finished her sentence, Amira's sugary expression melted into a shark's toothy grin, her eyes triumphant. Chloe realised far too late that she had been toyed with; Amira had heard her perfectly well the first time and had tricked Chloe into answering her question.
"Drink," Amira ordered smugly, nodding towards Chloe's glass, which was emptying at an alarming pace. Shit, she's good, Chloe thought with something approaching admiration, although she was still annoyed to have been caught out and didn't hesitate to call Amira a dick. She sipped once more. Every time it burned a little less.
When Abbie pulled the second King card of the game, everyone groaned and grimaced as she emptied the rest of her beer into the central pint glass. It mixed in with Chloe's drink just as she had foreseen, frothing and foaming from the chemical reaction taking place inside. Already, none of them fancied being the loser tasked with downing that thing. She turned to Molly, who seemed to be the most experienced in this game, and at the very least a more reliable source of medical advice than Sophie.
"Has anyone ever had beer mixed with vodka before?" she asked uneasily, "I mean, is it safe?"
"Safe? Yeah," Molly nodded, sounding confident, "but believe me, you don't want to drink it. Last time I had to down a King cup, I spent most of the next morning on the toilet. It wasn't fun". The mention of the toilet gave Chloe another unneeded reminder of her own need to go and sit on one fairly soon. And yet, like she sometimes did while she was playing video games or listening to music, she made the conscious decision not to get up and go. She knew it was an immature habit, but even at the age of twenty Chloe tended to ignore her bodily needs in favour of whatever fun thing she was doing- and hadn't that led to some close calls in the past?
Sophie was up next, flashing them the Ace of Diamonds with a face like a kid at a birthday party. Chloe had had to endure this particular challenge once that night already: everyone simultaneously started to start a continuous sip from their respective drinks, and you could only stop drinking once the person to your right was done. Molly called it waterfall. It didn't take a genius to work out that Sophie was the worst person who could possibly pull such a card. Sure enough, when she counted them all down from three to zero and they began to drink, she didn't show any signs of slowing down for at least half a minute.
Chloe kept going, determined to stick to the rules and prove herself to the group, trying to see around the glass in front of her face to make sure she didn't miss it when Sophie finally called it quits. But the girl was some sort of machine; she guzzled down her gin like it was orange juice. Chloe was desperate for a wee now, dimly aware that her knees were swinging together and apart subconsciously, thighs opening and closing like clapping hands. She didn't know when she'd started squirming so intensely- only that she was quite sure she would wet herself if she stopped for more than a few seconds. It was getting harder and harder for Chloe to keep up... she was running out of liquid in her glass... any second now she would be empty again... her bladder begged for relief...
At the last second Sophie slammed her cup back on the table, gasping for air, and there the real waterfall began: Carmen immediately put hers down, followed by Chloe, spluttering into her palm, Molly, then a coughing Amira, and finally Abbie, who was opposite Chloe, looking less than impressed but still very much sober.
"I have no idea how you can drink for so long," she grumbled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Oh, I was going easy on you," Sophie purred, and there it was: a definite slur in her speech, subtle but undeniable, the first sign Chloe had spotted that she wasn't the only one feeling it already, "that was just a little demonstration".
Abbie laughed her biting laugh again. "I don't think any of us need a demonstration on how to get off our tits, Sophie," she opined, "I think we'll reach that point on our own in a couple of hours".
"Have it your way," Sophie said, "I personally like to skip the couple of hours part". Chloe looked down and realised that she was still wiggling in her seat, only the knee-swinging had been replaced by an urgent, slow rubbing together of her thighs, which were shut as firmly as they could be. With each hand she gripped the side of her stool tightly, knuckles turning a ghostly white. Her bladder felt almost impossibly full. The others, as far as she could tell, hadn't yet noticed that the new girl was visibly desperate for the bathroom. She did not get up. She still wanted to put off leaving until the game had reached a natural conclusion.
"Okay, it's my turn". Carmen reached forward, fumbled for an easily accessible card and came away holding the King of Clubs. Like magic, the tension in the room doubled with that simple gesture. They all watched with dread as half of her white rum and lemonade disappeared into the pint glass, making the liquid levels inside rise threateningly. All six women held their breath while the drink went in. They all knew what this meant. Chloe, Abbie and Carmen had now each pulled one of the four King cards, and each had made their contribution to the punishment that awaited the unlucky person who drew the final one.
With a hand shaking from both the booze and her brimming bladder, Chloe took the next card, irrationally sure that it would be that final King. It felt like she'd shed fifty pounds when she flipped it over to see three red hearts staring up at her instead. She showed them all, barely aware that she was grinning from the relief, and took a sip of her dark concoction. She was learning the game now- she hadn't even had to ask to remember three rhymed with me, meaning the person who pulled the card had to drink. It wasn't great, but it was better than downing the monstrosity in front of her. That little sip hadn't been without consequences, though; it was just enough to push her bladder over the edge and into real emergency territory. Those hopes of holding until the end of the game would have to be forgotten- now she felt as though she would be in serious danger of an accident if she didn't leave the table right that second.
She got to her increasingly unsteady feet, leaning on her chair for support. "Alright, I really need the loo," she finally admitted, looking around to try and figure out who she could trust the most to understudy for her while she was away, "uh... Abbie, take over from me for a bit, yeah?"
"Don't fall in," the dark-haired girl said, without looking up from her phone. Feeling herself reach the limits of her self-control, Chloe headed straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. The instant she was out of sight of the others, she broke into a full-on potty dance, not wanting to think about what might happen if she stopped moving. With every passing second she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, arms jiggling about like Carmen's had been earlier that night when she'd almost wet herself. Chloe heard muffled laughter through the closed door, although she wasn't sure if it was about her obvious bathroom emergency or something entirely different, and at that moment she simply didn't care. A split-second glance at the door lock was quickly dismissed; there was no time to waste on trivial things like that if she wanted to keep her underwear dry, and the other girls knew she was in there anyway. Bending over to lift up the toilet lid was a step too far for her bladder- she held on until it was propped open, but not for long. Still dancing, she managed to unbutton her jeans just as a violent spurt of pee shot out and soaked the crotch of her panties, turning the sky-blue a hazy indigo. Chloe swore under her breath and slid her jeans and underwear down just enough to get them out of the way before she collapsed on the toilet with a heavy thud.
if the relief of her urgent wee earlier that day had been near-orgasmic, this one felt head and shoulders above any sex Chloe could ever remember having. The jet of pee that shot out of her was incredible, hissing like a fireman's hose into the water. Her entire body shivered from the sensation. All Chloe could do was close her eyes and moan, so loudly that she realised too late that the girls in the kitchen might have heard. It kept going, going, going longer than any pee of her life, feeling warm and wonderful as it passed through her urethra, spraying messily off of her labia and into the bowl. She leant forward, resting her head in her hands and her elbows on her knees, and still she was peeing. Although she hadn't thought to keep track of how long she was going for, she knew she'd had showers that had lasted for less time than this. When, at last, she started feeling empty, it almost came as a disappointment. She held her breath and squeezed out a final few spurts, which sounded like morse code against the toilet water. Now she was finished, she felt maybe twice as drunk.
Her wiping was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Amira's voice.
"Can I open the door?" she called. Chloe considered the question for a few seconds. In the hours since she'd moved in she'd already witnessed Carmen come within minutes of an accident, seen Sophie's boobs and heard several stories about the other girls needing the loo. Hell, she'd even watched Sophie having a shit, even if that had been from a distance and not on purpose. In light of all that, modesty seemed rather futile in this house. She decided that asking Amira to wait outside would simply be denying the inevitable.
"Sure, it's unlocked," Chloe replied. Right away, the handle turned and the door opened a few inches. Amira's beaming face came into view, looking like she'd just heard the world's best joke. Since they'd met that afternoon she'd put on makeup and swapped her flowery hijab for a navy blue one, and Chloe still found herself strangely enchanted with the girl's beauty. She wasn't attracted to Amira in a conventional sense, maybe, but once again something about her just made Chloe want to smile.
"Are you okay?" Amira asked, as if she were a parent checking in on her daughter. Chloe got the sense, now her mind was no longer occupied by her bladder, that Amira was tipsy, too; she was just less conspicuous about it than most.
Chloe allowed her a smile in return. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, wiping her pussy for the final time with two folded squares of toilet paper. They came away almost completely dry and she dropped them into the bowl between her legs. "I'm just finishing up in here".
"Were you having a poo?" Amira giggled. Chloe might have blushed at this were she sober, but the question didn't faze her in this context.
"No, just a wee," she said earnestly, genuinely confused, "why?"
"You've been in here three minutes," Amira said, "the group nominated me to come and make sure you hadn't got stuck. It's almost your turn, by the way".
"Nah, everything's fine, it was just a wee," Chloe insisted. Amira raised an eyebrow.
"Must've been a very big wee to take that long," she said suspiciously.
Chloe was indignant. "It was, actually. I was busting".
Amira relented and laughed again. "I'm only teasing you, Chlo. If you say you didn't poo, I believe you".
"It's half seven and I'm already smashed," Chloe said, getting to her feet and pulling up her clothes again, "when I go for a shit, believe me, you'll know".
She washed her hands and met Amira back in the kitchen, where the game was still ongoing. Now, bladder emptied, she felt a million times better even if the alcohol was having more of an effect than ever. Amira had called her Chlo, she realised now, which made her smile. At the time she'd barely picked up on the nickname, but it felt nice to think about it afterwards. Carmen was in the process of pulling the Jack of Spades, a card Chloe hadn't yet seen that night. She asked Molly to explain, which had quickly become her fallback position every time she got slightly confused.
"That's 'Never Have I Ever'," Molly told her, "so Carmen makes up the question and we drink if we've done it". Carmen thought about it for a few seconds before speaking. Chloe wasn't sure whether it was the booze, but the girl's Spanish accent seemed to come out stronger than it had earlier.
"Never have I ever... done a pee in the shower," she said, looking at all the others, almost daring them to drink.
Fuck it, Chloe thought, in for a penny, in for a pound. Fuelled by vodka and her good mood, she drunk from her glass boldly, finishing the contents of her second drink. She gave Carmen a cocky look that clearly said what are you gonna do about it?
Carmen was looking at her in semi-amused shock, mouth open. Her surprise, though, only deepened when Sophie, followed one by one by every other girl around the table, followed Chloe's lead. Amira was last, sheepishly sipping from her cup as if she'd hoped nobody would notice her doing it.
"You all go in the shower?" Carmen asked, disbelieving. Nobody said anything, so she turned to Sophie. "Did you do it today? In our shower?"
Sophie at least had the decency to smile guiltily. "Carmen, I don't remember the last time I had a shower I didn't piss in," she said. Chloe joined the laugher and stood up to pour herself a fresh drink, hearing the conversation continue over her shoulder.
"Did you pee in it while I was in there using the toilet?"
"Maybe," Sophie said, in a tone that quite clearly meant yes. Carmen shrieked in disgust.
"That's so gross!" she cried, although she couldn't quite keep the smile from her voice.
"Hey, don't blame me. When I'm getting soaked in hot water and someone else starts peeing a few feet away from me, how am I supposed to hold it in?"
"And you, Abigail? I thought better of you," Carmen scolded, turning her attention to the youngest in the pack.
Chloe couldn't see any of them, of course, but she almost thought she could hear the nonchalant shrug she guessed Abbie was doing. "It's just easier, isn't it?"
"I can't believe you've never had a shower wee, Carmen," Molly said, "not even once?"
Turning around with her new drink, Chloe saw Carmen shake her head insistently. "Never. It's not how my mother taught me".
"Well, you're missing out," Chloe told her. She returned to her seat taste-tested the drink- stronger than the last two but just as good. "It's really nice. Anyway, my go-"
The words got caught in her throat when she grabbed her next card and flipped it over. For a moment she stared blankly at the little piece of paper, ignoring the waiting gaze of the rest of the table. Before her urgent wee this was all she'd been able to think about it, but since then it had totally slipped her mind.
"Well?" Sophie asked.
"King of Diamonds," Chloe whispered.
Those three words sparked chaos. A chorus of oohs and ohs and oh, shits rose around the room. She felt Molly's hand slap her encouragingly on the back. Of course it's me, Chloe thought to herself. With luck like mine, who else would it be?
She looked once at the near-full glass, which Molly was already topping up with the rest of Chloe's new drink, and then at Amira for support. The girl looked back at her and for once the smile was gone. She was deadly serious.
"Chloe, you don't have to drink that," she said, "right, guys?"
To Chloe's surprise, everyone else agreed, even Sophie. "Nobody's going to force you, it looks rank," she agreed. In that moment Chloe was genuinely touched by how willing everyone was to let her off. Deep down, though, she'd known all along that she would not back down if it came to this. When she played drinking games, she played by the rules. That wasn't a code she wanted to break now, no matter how bad the pint glass looked. In there, she knew, were three different kinds of alcohol and two soft drinks. It was nothing like any cocktail she'd ever seen before.
She stared at this devil's brew for a few seconds. Then, before she had time to be talked out of it, she swiped it from the table and started to drink. Her head tilted back, throat as open as she could manage, feeling the mixture flowing down her mouth and into her body. To her surprise, it didn't taste half bad, but the fizziness made swallowing difficult. Chloe pushed through, spurred on by the cheers and whoops from the others- from her friends. She gulped it down, taking the final few swallows a little more slowly, and finally smacked the empty glass back down on the table in front of her. With the back of her hand she wiped the wet edges of her mouth in one motion, then she leant back, allowing the other five girls to engulf her in the middle of a frenetic hug. She could hear clapping, cheering, impressed voices, but her head was woozy, and picking out specifics was still tricky.
Chloe burped loudly, a monstrous sound that she'd never known she was capable of making. Despite her hurried, embarrassed apologies, the burp only invited another round of laughter. It smelt like pretty close to pure alcohol. Next came footsteps, people moving around. She saw Molly gathering up the cards, Abbie at the sink rinsing out the foamy pint glass, Amira by her side rubbing the small of Chloe's back. She heard Sophie's voice, sounding somewhat distant but still audible as the tall blonde walked past her and out of the kitchen.
"Right, I'm dying for a piss," Sophie was saying, "Molly, want me to roll up?"
"Nah, I'll take care it," Molly answered, "you go for a wee".
Then came Carmen's voice. "Don't be too long, Sophie, I really need to go too".
"I'll be quick," Sophie said. She really did sound far away now. The bathroom door creaked but Chloe did not hear it close.
"Chloe, are you alright?"
This was Amira. Chloe looked up at her and smiled wearily. She was starting to feel better now, starting to feel more like herself. The drink was settling down a little more.
"Yeah, I'm good. I think I need a wee again, though," she said, knowing full well that she was slurring heavily now, but feeling powerless to stop it.
"Mate, you're going to be absolutely fucked in half an hour," Molly warned her.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Chloe said, waving a dismissive hand, "it wasn't even that strong. I'll be fine".
That was when Chloe blacked out.
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Before we get into the next chapter, just wanted to say that although there's too many of you to name individually, thanks so much to everyone who's commented and liked and followed so far. The fact that so many people are really enjoying this story means a load to me and I'm incredibly grateful for all the support.
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Chapter 6
Awake
"I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right"
- Bob Dylan
"Drink this, it'll make you feel better".
Amira's words floated into one of Chloe's ears and out of the other. Somewhere in between, she managed vaguely to decipher what they meant. In front of her was a glass of clear liquid, held out by a hand far too steady to be Chloe's. She took it and sipped gingerly- water. Nothing more, nothing less... at least, not so far as she could tell. Grateful, she took a few more sips from the glass, this time more readily. It soothed her throat as it trickled down.
They were in the living room. It had taken Chloe a few seconds to recognise the place because she'd barely set foot inside since her arrival. Slowly returning to her senses, she could start to piece together the puzzles of the jigsaw. She was on one sofa, slumped against the armrest, Amira sitting by her side. On the other couch, Carmen was drinking from a wine glass filled with something that wasn't wine while Abbie rested another bottle of beer on her lap. Both were intently watching the TV, which was on, but muted, with subtitles in a foreign language. It was playing an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants- at that particular moment, Mr. Krabs was talking to his enormous whale daughter, Pearl. Even if she had been sober, Chloe would've still been utterly confused by it, and not just because she only spoke English. All she could hear was music she didn't recognise coming from Sophie's portable speaker, as loud as she dared play it while they were only one thin wall away from the neighbours.
Molly and Sophie herself sat on the floor, face to face, playing some sort of two-person drinking game that Chloe watched with a degree curiosity. After a while, she thought she had it figured out. The game looked like some sort of alcoholic Top Trumps, in which both girls would flip over a card simultaneously and the player with the lowest value had to drink. As Chloe watched, she realised the faint smell in the air was weed, coming from the two of them. She grabbed for her phone, disconcerted. It was gone 10:00PM- seeing as her last memory was downing the King cup, that had to mean she'd missed at least two hours. But the water had made her feel alert, and the sickness she'd experienced after finishing the pint glass was nearly all gone. Back again, though, was the heaviness of her bladder, which seemed to have filled up quite rapidly while she'd been mentally checked out. She supposed that, after more than two hours since her last visit to the bathroom (as far as she could remember), it was hardly surprising that she had to go again.
She turned to Amira, thanked her and handed the water back. Only then did Chloe realise that the other girl had a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she was surprised to find that it made her feel better rather than worse. Ordinarily she'd have found such gestures patronising, but Amira didn't seem to have an insincere mode.
"You okay?" Amira asked, not for the first time that night. Chloe opened her mouth to affirm that she was, but no words wanted to come, so she shut it again and simply nodded. "Do you feel sick?", she pressed, and Chloe quickly shook her head. She didn't feel too ill anymore and the last thing she wanted was to be worried about.
Amira looked Chloe up and down. The blonde girl's body was tense, her legs crossed, her toes tapping distractedly on the ground. In her drunkeness, she hadn't even realised she was doing these things, but Amira demonstrated once again her uncanny ability to read people.
"Do you need the loo?" she asked, and Chloe nodded, feeling rather small but glad to have been asked nonetheless. "Right, let's take you, then," Amira said, getting to her feet and gently helping Chloe up. Abbie gave them a questioning look, to which Amira responded by simply mentioning the word toilet. Sophie and Molly were so engrossed in their game that they didn't even notice.
The pair slipped out into the hall, Amira carefully closing the living room door behind them to cut back on the noise. She didn't immediately head for the bathroom, though- instead she flicked on the lights to illuminate the corridor. The girl examined Chloe under the lightbulb's helpful glow, checking, it seemed, that her eyes still had energy in them. Chloe shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other- standing up had amplified her urge to urinate enormously. Out there, where the sound of music was muffled and the smell of marijuana was muted, speaking felt a thousand times easier.
"Thank you," Chloe said, air flowing far more freely into her lungs now, "that water really helped".
"I really wish you hadn't downed that cup, Chloe," Amira scolded. It shocked Chloe to realise that Amira was slurring her words too, now- if even she was drunk already, it was no wonder Chloe hadn't stood much of a chance. She looked disappointed, but not in Chloe- it was more like she was disappointed in herself for allowing it to happen. "We all knew this would happen and we didn't stop you".
Chloe felt a pang of guilt for making her new friend worry. "It's fine," she mumbled, "It was my decision. I really do feel a lot better now, anyway".
"You're not talking like you're fine," Amira said.
"Neither are you," Chloe pointed out, "but I don't feel sick anymore".
Amira stepped closer and gave her a hug, squeezing tightly. Chloe smelt the booze on her breath, but she didn't mind. Her bladder was beginning to protest at her lack of action, threatening to leak if she didn't get moving.
"You don't have to come with me," Chloe said, 'I'll be okay on my own". That last part, she knew, wasn't a guarantee; there was a piece of her that worried she might trip or fall asleep on the toilet, but she didn't want to be a bother to this girl who had been so kind to her. It was a relief, then, when Amira shook her head.
"I'm busting anyway, I haven't been all night," she said, taking Chloe by the wrist and starting down the corridor, "I always do this when I'm drunk".
"Do what?"
"I put off going for as long as I can," Amira explained, "I hate breaking the seal".
"Breaking the seal?" Chloe asked. She'd heard the expression before but never really understood what it meant.
"When you drink, the first time you pee is like breaking a seal. After that you'll be going all night".
They had reached the bathroom now, and Chloe didn't mind when Amira led them both inside and left the door half closed. Seeing the toilet made her need even more pronounced, and she found herself knock-kneed, pushing her thighs together to ease the pressure. Amira took one look at the girl's posture and gave her a gentle push towards the toilet.
"You go first," Amira said, "but please be quick". Chloe pulled down her jeans, then her panties, not once stopping to consider the fact that Amira could see her private parts. Whether it was the alcohol or how close they'd grown in such a short space of time, she couldn't find a reason to care about it anymore, especially after the girl had seen her on the loo a few hours ago.
"Thanks," Chloe said sleepily, drunken eyes half-lidded as the stream started in earnest. She rested her chin on her hand as she had earlier, feeling the full effects of the alcohol under the bathroom's fluorescent light.
"Don't mention it, you looked desperate," Amira said.
"So do you," Chloe said. It was true: as she watched, Amira was leaning against the wall opposite the toilet, legs squirming constantly. She was bouncing, Chloe realised; not a lot, but enough to notice, butt rubbing against the wall while she moved up and down, bending and extending her knees just a little. Her hands were fidgeting in front of her crotch as if she desperately wanted to hold it but didn't dare.
"I am," Amira said with a small, nervous smile, "really regretting letting you go first now".
Chloe giggled. Even then, she thought it was an incredibly un-Chloe noise. "You're just too nice," she said, "don't worry, I'm almost finished".
The stream began to taper off, and Amira hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her leggings in anticipation. Sensing that time was of the essence, Chloe didn't bother wiping. Instead, she got off the toilet as soon as she was done, waddling awkwardly out of the way with her jeans around her ankles. Amira slipped past her and was seated before Chloe could even turn around, peeing a river into the bowl with aplomb. This was a side of her that Chloe had never seen; the girl closed her eyes, tilted her head back and moaned loudly, apparently consumed by the relief. She either didn't know or didn't care that Chloe could see both stream and source in more detail than she'd ever have expected. Despite herself, Chloe stared there for longer than she knew she should, safe in the knowledge that Amira's eyes were shut tight. Something was drawing her there, making her look.
Amira farted softly and the spell was broken. She froze, still peeing hard. An embarrassed smile snuck onto her lips. Her eyes opened a little and made contact with Chloe's.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, "that was an accident".
Chloe almost wanted to laugh, but even drunk she thought that would send the wrong message. Instead, not knowing what words to use to tell Amira that it was alright, that farting wasn't something to be embarrassed about, she bore down and pushed out one of her own. It was far louder than Amira's and felt much bigger than Chloe had intended, but it had the desired effect.
Now they did laugh, both girls cracking up at the insanity of the situation. Here they were, not half a day after meeting, standing together in a cramped bathroom while one peed and another farted. None of it made any sense, and yet they felt closer for it.
Behind where Chloe was standing, the door opened, almost bumping her on the back. She moved out of the way and Sophie stumbled in, leaning on the side of the shower for support. With one hand she flicked the door behind her in an attempt to close it, missed, and sat down hard on the side of the bath. It took a few seconds for her eyes to start seeing and she looked around the room in bemusement, glancing from Amira on the toilet to a half-naked Chloe's exposed pussy and back again.
"What is happening in here?" she slurred, gripping the bath with one hand as if she was scared of falling in.
"It's a long story," Amira said, her stream slowing. She grabbed three squares of paper and handed them to Chloe, then tore off some for herself. Watching the two girls wipe, even a drunk Sophie could figure it out.
"Chloe was on the toilet and you couldn't hold it until she was done," she guessed. The two girls looked at each other, caught red-handed.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Chloe admitted.
"Well, move over, 'cos I'm about to piss myself".
Amira got up, allowing Sophie to jump on and start her own wee. That left Amira and Chloe awkwardly holding three sheets each of damp toilet paper.
"Open up, Sophie," Amira said gently. Sophie looked up at them, eyes confused for a few seconds, then understood from the way Amira was holding her scrunched-up paper underarm. She and Chloe gently tossed the paper between Sophie's legs and into the bowl, where some was caught mid-fall by her ferocious stream of pee. A familiar robotic chime rang out from the kitchen and Amira gasped. "My phone! It's been on the table all night," she cried, dashing to the kitchen to retrieve it.
"How's you feeling, Chloe?" Sophie asked now that they were alone. Chloe thought for a second before answering.
"Better now I've been for a wee," she said truthfully, "I don't remember much of the last two hours, though".
"Really? That's a shame," Sophie said, "you were on fire".
Chloe felt worried now. "How?"
"Oh, nothing bad. Games and stuff. We played Just Dance. You were shit, but it was funny".
Chloe blushed. That did sound like her.
"Anyway, I think we're going on a walk soon," she continued, "just around the area- oh, fuck!"
Chloe hadn't been paying attention to Sophie's stance, but she turned around at the sound of the swear.
"What is it?"
Sophie was bent over, inspecting her light green pants with one hand. Even at a distance, Chloe could see the dark wet spot on the crotch.
"Leaked a bit. I didn't even feel it come out, this always happens when I'm drunk".
"Oh, I get that all the time," Chloe said reassuringly, "even this morning after I drove up here".
"I'll have to change pants now," Sophie mourned. She checked her phone for the time. "It's 10:16, could you tell the others we'll leave at half past? I'll be down by then".
Chloe nodded and slipped out of the room, secretly grateful for an excuse to escape the strong smell of Amira's (and mostly Chloe's) farts. Before she could reach the living room, though, light from the kitchen drew her in. The room, strewed now with empty bottles and glasses and food packaging and cigarettes, was empty save for one girl- but, to Chloe's surprise, it wasn't Amira.
"Good first night so far?", asked Abbie.
Chloe allowed herself a smile and stepped into the kitchen. The whole house was a sharply contrasted mess of gloomy darkness and dazzling light; in here, the glow was so strong that every detail was laid bare. On the table sat a half-open box of cigarettes and a few flakes of what looked like weed. At least half a dozen kinds of booze ordained the side worktops, and on the back of two chairs hung jackets belonging to Carmen and Molly. It took Chloe a few seconds to even register that music was playing in the background, far less loudly than what had been on in the living room- but she heard it now, softly picked guitar and a man's raspy voice. She wasn't much of a folk fan, but she knew the voice well- Bob Dylan, singing Don't Think Twice, It's All Right. Abbie stood behind the table, pouring something golden-brown into a short glass. The sound of the liquid tinkling gently into the glass harmonised eerily with Dylan's harmonica.
Chloe approached. "The bits I can remember, yeah," she said. Her chair had been left untucked, and she sat on it now.
"You know nobody expected you to down that cup," Abbie said.
"You sound exactly like Amira," Chloe complained, "I feel fine now. Just hungry, I still haven't eaten".
Abbie looked her dead in the eye, as if hoping she might find some secret in the irises. "You're joking, right?"
"Why would I be joking?"
The shorter girl nodded towards the bin in the corner of the room. Beside it, stacked up neatly, were three empty pizza boxes with Domino's emblazoned on the front. They hadn't been there that morning. Chloe's eyes widened.
"I didn't have any of that, did I?"
"You had half a pizza. Then you had Carmen's last slice because she didn't want it. Then you had Sophie's last two slices because she got high and forgot about them".
"Ah," Chloe said, "that does sound like something I'd do". She felt herself blush. "Sorry".
Abbie laughed then, but the sound caught Chloe off-guard. It wasn't the sarcastic, dry laugh she'd been hearing from Abbie that day. It was a genuine expression of humour, with no mouthguard or gloves on. It sounded almost pretty.
"Don't be sorry, it was funny". She held up the dark bottle to Chloe, having finished pouring her drink, and gestured towards Chloe's glass. "You want some?"
"Sure," Chloe said, pushing the glass towards Abbie, "what is it?"
She laughed again, and again it was sincere rather than sardonic. "This is whiskey, Chloe," she said, "just not the cheap stuff. This stuff is old. When I was a baby, my Godfather bought it for my Christening, so I could drink it when I was older".
Chloe frowned. "He bought a newborn baby girl whiskey?"
Abbie gave her an are you kidding me look. Chloe thought for a second, then felt herself turn even redder.
"Oh, right," she said, feeling stupider than ever. Abbie tried to hold her gaze, but cracked for a third time, laughing even harder than before. She finished pouring Chloe's drink and handed it back to her. Chloe just thanked her quietly and sat in the silence for a few seconds, listening to Dylan reach the fourth and final verse. A taste-test of the whiskey confirmed her suspicions: it packed a serious punch, and Chloe was sure that Amira or Molly would be telling her not to drink it if they'd been there. But it was nice, the two of them sitting peacefully in the room together, a break from the head-pounding bass of the other room. Then:
"My dad used to play this song," Chloe said. She didn't know why she had told Abbie this. She hadn't even thought about that fact in years, until that precise moment. It simply came to her from the subconscious. Abbie looked up, took one glance at Chloe's face and seemed to know immediately what used to meant.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"I'm not," Chloe replied, then paused. "Well.. I kind of am, but I'm also not, you know?"
Abbie nodded. "I know".
"Apparently we're going on a walk?" Chloe wanted to change the subject.
"Yeah, Sophie and Molly have been talking about that for a while. I wouldn't mind the fresh air, to be honest".
"Easy for you to say, you're not drunk," Chloe grumbled.
"Where are you getting that idea from?" Abbie said with a wry smile.
"Well, you're talking fine, you're not falling over or anything. I've lost two hours' memory and nearly wet myself twice".
Abbie finished her drink in one long, dangerous swallow. She turned and left the glass by the side of the sink, then picked up the ancient bottle and rounded the table towards the kitchen door.
"The night is still young, my friend," she said. That biting tone was back, apropos of nothing. "Now, I'm gonna go put something warm on". |
Chapter 7
Willow
"When I see stars,
That's all they are"
- fun.
They left the house at precisely thirty-seven minutes past Ten, which Chloe didn't think was bad going for a gaggle of drunk students who seemed to be led by a stoned hippie. Only seven minutes behind schedule- Chloe had turned up to plenty of classes later than that over the years. And so, once the burglar alarm had been inexpertly set by Molly (and re-done far more sensibly by Abigail), they had locked the front door behind them and swung left towards the busier side of town, stumbling along in a staggered formation that switched and swapped with seemingly no logical basis, groups of two or three falling in and out of conversation with the rhythmless randomness that only intoxicated young people could master. In the silent moments they slipped into the habit of staring up at the clear, deep sky as they walked. Tonight, stars peppered a cloudless blanket of indigo. Chloe had never paid them much attention before, but now she thought there was something oddly beautiful about it all.
Within half an hour they were some distance from home and showed no signs of being ready to turn back. The air was fresh, crisp and viciously cold. For midnight Manchester in September, there was a mutual understanding that viciously cold was about the best they could have hoped for. Chloe felt protected from the chill by her thick winter coat and the glow of the alcohol, immersed in both the physical and the chemical insulation. Some of the others were not so lucky; Carmen had underdressed, it seemed, and walked shakily along the pavement, hugging her shoulders. Chloe thought wryly that this was probably not the kind of weather she'd gotten used to growing up in Spain. Sophie, too, had chosen not to put on anything more than the short sleeves she'd worn at the table, but she was bouncing along like she'd won the lottery, showing no signs whatsoever of feeling the cold. The blonde girl was chatting at a hundred miles an hour to Abbie, who seemed content to listen quietly and let her speak.
Behind them, Carmen and Amira were discussing something or another. They'd been having the same conversation for several minutes, but all Chloe had really picked up was that it had something to do with their siblings. She remembered Amira mentioning, not long after they'd first met, that she'd grown up with two sisters, and Chloe had heard enough to be fairly sure that Carmen had at least one brother, too. Being an only child (a fact she was both resentful of and grateful for), Chloe was struggling to think of ways she could contribute to the conversation. In the end she allowed herself to give up and watch them talk through it without her. It was a shame, in a way; she'd have been grateful from a distraction from her bladder, which was already filling up once again. Alcohol had a tendency to have her peeing at least once an hour, and it had been a while since her desperate encounter with Amira. She'd never thought about her friend's seal-breaking theory before, but when she gave it some consideration it seemed to make a good degree of sense. Since that first wee during the card game, she'd been needing to pretty regularly.
Molly was the only other girl at the back of the group, trailing along beside Chloe. The violet highlights in her hair winked in the moon's glow. She'd been quiet for much of the walk, but it was a peaceful kind of quiet, one that gave the aura of reflective content rather than something unsettling. Before they'd left the house she'd slipped into a black cardigan, which didn't look very thick- and yet, if she was cold, she wasn't betraying it. It was the kind of garment that probably wouldn't look too out of place on an elderly librarian, but on Molly's shoulders it took on a whole different meaning, becoming something far more youthful. Every now and then, as she walked, she would flick her hair out of her eyes and look up towards the sky as if she was expecting a meteor shower, or perhaps a low-flying Lugia. Chloe watched the unknowing girl and wondered how she'd landed herself in a house with so many naturally beautiful women. She was more than confident that stripping Molly of her hair dye and makeup and piercings would make her no less gorgeous. But she didn't want to do that. She very much liked how Molly looked already.
While Chloe drunkenly admired her new friend, Molly turned back suddenly and looked right at her. Chloe averted her awkward eyes, hoping that she hadn't been caught staring; the last thing she wanted was to creep anyone out. But if Molly had noticed, then she said nothing about it. Instead she gave a smile tinged with tiredness and asked her how she was.
"I'm good, thanks," Chloe replied, breathing an internal sigh of relief, "glad I took my jacket, though".
Molly laughed. "Yeah, me too. I think if this was December Carmen might've caught frostbite by n-", she burped softly, a noise which Chloe found both funny and weirdly endearing, "now. I never get cold easily when I'm drunk, anyway".
"Yeah, that's one of the benefits," said Chloe. "How long do you think we'll be out?"
Molly looked at her watch. It was approaching quarter past eleven. "Uh, not too long. We'll probably turn back in a bit".
"Okay, cool," Chloe said, "I only ask 'cause I'm starting to need a wee again".
"Don't worry about it, I'm absolutely busting for a wee," Molly agreed, as casually as if she'd been asked how she liked her coffee, "I was just going to go behind a bin or something in a bit".
"Oh, you were?" Chloe was more than a little bit surprised at this- while going to the toilet outdoors wasn't exactly an uncommon part of student nightlife, she'd never done it before and hadn't expected it to be on the cards tonight.
"Yeah, 'course," Molly said. "No way can I hold it 'till we get back, so there's no point trying. Basically, when I get drunk and I need a wee, I have maybe twenty minutes before I just..."
"... lose it," Chloe finished, and the dark-haired girl nodded, "I'm the same. You've probably got a point, actually, I doubt I can wait until we get home now. We're too far".
"And nowhere will let us in to use their loos anyway, in our state'.
"Exactly. Do you think... when you go, maybe I could come with you? Might be safer that way," Chloe said, blushing slightly and hoping the darkness obscured it.
"Yeah, of course!" Molly said in a voice that clearly indicated that she thought it was silly that Chloe had even felt like she even had to ask, "I'll ask the others, too, we can't be the only ones". With a few long strides, she joined the rest of the pack, and Chloe caught up so she could her talk to them. "Me and Chloe are going for a wee in a bit, does anyone else need one?"
"Yeah, I'll come," Sophie said, "I don't need to go yet but I will soon, so might as well".
Carmen concurred. "I'll come too, I'm starting to get really desperate".
"Amira? Abbie?" Molly asked.
"I'm okay, thanks," Amira said, "I'll keep watch for you".
"I don't need to go, either," Abbie said. Chloe didn't think she'd seen Abbie even talk about needing to go for the entire day, which made her unique amongst all of the girls. It was hard to tell if she was just shy or if she really did have an iron bladder.
"Alright, looks like it's the four of us," Molly announced, "keep an eye out for a good place to go".
"What makes a good place good?" Chloe asked curiously.
Sophie tutted, taking over. "You have a lot to learn," she said, "we're looking for somewhere quiet, private, easy to run from if someone catches us. It can't be in view of the road in case a car comes past. Oh, and it can't be somewhere too dark".
Chloe ran over the mental checklist in her head. "Got it".
They started to look for an ideal spot to relieve themselves, and she felt her bladder getting fuller with every step. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before Carmen pointed. "There," she said.
The rest of the group followed her gaze and saw a rounded silhouette jutting out of the grassy surface in a park they were passing. It took Chloe a few seconds of squinting until her eyes adjusted and she realised what she was looking at- a Willow Dome, just like the one she'd had in the field at her old school. They were half-spheres made from the branches and leaves of a willow tree, meant as a shady den to relax in or a playhouse for children. The darkness turned the green to a pitch black, but nobody minded so long as it offered them cover. It was easily wide enough to fit the four of them, too. The park, so far as they could tell, was deserted. Only the occasional car passing by gave any indication that anyone else was alive on earth.
"Perfect," said Molly, heading straight for the dome, "thank fuck for that, I thought I was gonna piss myself".
Stepping over the low barrier designed to stop vehicles getting into the park, Chloe approached the dome while Amira and Abbie stayed behind to wait. When she got closer, she wasn't surprised to see that it had three entrances, arranged equally far apart like the corners of a triangle. Sophie led the line bravely, driven no doubt by booze and an urgent need to pee, wielding the torch function on her phone to light the way. The portals were short and narrow, and all the women other than Carmen needed to duck to get through. Inside, as expected, was nothing but empty circle of uncut grass.
"Right, if I just pop this here..." Sophie placed her phone screen-down on the floor, offering some light in which the girls had some kind of chance to see where they were going, "... that's better". Naturally, they'd ended up in a sort of circle, with Chloe opposite Sophie and Carmen opposite Molly. Now that they were so close to relief, her bladder was practically screaming to be emptied, but she'd never done that outside as an adult and didn't want to be the first to start.
She was grateful when Molly wasted no time in tearing down her jeans and bending into a squat, holding her drunken arms out for balance. They all heard the instant sound of her pee pattering against the grass and dry mud, gushing forcefully from her and onto the ground beneath her feet, followed by a relieved sigh. Chloe hadn't intended to watch, but now that Sophie's light was doing such an effective job, she hadn't been able to resist sneaking a curious glance over to where the girl squatted, bare bum hanging out unashamedly. She forced herself to stop looking at Molly for the second time in half an hour and instead found herself captivated by the girl's shadow. In the dome, the shape she cast was huge, perfectly defined with every curve. Even the stream of pee coming out of her was visible in the black pattern on the willow wall. "Oh, God, that's so much better," she purred, "honestly, if we hadn't found this place I was about to just go on the pavement".
"Oh, me too," Carmen said, already hitching up her dress. "I was ready to burst!"
The sound of her own flow mingled with Molly's and for a second Chloe was alarmed; she thought that (perhaps in her drunkenness or perhaps in her desperation) Carmen had forgotten to remove her underwear before letting go. But then, on closer inspection, she realised that the girl was reaching into her pulled-up dress, between her thighs. She must have been pulling her underwear to one side to allow for quicker access. Smart, Chloe thought. I might just try that next time I need a wee in a dress. Where Molly had sighed, Carmen didn't seem to be at all shy in loudly moaning from the sensation of letting go.
There wasn't any more time to observe, though. Watching- and hearing- those two getting sweet relief had only intensified her own need to go, and Chloe got the sudden feeling that she needed to get her panties off immediately if she wanted to keep them dry. When they were safely around her ankles, the feeling was quite unique from anything else she had experienced before. Whether it was the alcohol-infused desperation, the naughtiness of going outside or the sensation of peeing in tandem with several other women, she thought it might have just been one of the most pleasurable wees of her life.
"Wow," Sophie laughed, adjusting her own clothes ready to start pushing, "sounds like you three really did have to go".
"Uh-huh" Molly said happily.
"Me too," Carmen agreed.
Chloe smiled despite herself. Watching four puddles of urine being made simultaneously on the floor of a park was an experience she hadn't expected tonight, but there was something strangely intimate about it. She felt closer to her new flatmates for it, and that was surely something to be grateful for.
When Amira suddenly appeared in one of the entrance-ways of the dome, Chloe jumped so badly that she almost fell backwards into the pool of her own wee. By that point, Molly was just finishing up, Carmen was empty and Sophie seemed content to take her time. Chloe was watching the final few drops trickle from her pussy and onto the dirt. In the bright light of Sophie's phone, she was sure that her privates were on full display to any of the other girls, but she doubted they would look and didn't think she'd care if they did.
"I bought some tissue," she said, "for wiping. Sorry, I forgot I had it until just now..."
She started handing out tissue paper, two sheets for each girl, all of whom gratefully accepted and started to wipe themselves dry. One by one, they stood, replaced their clothes in the right way and reconvened outside, where Abigail and Abbie were laughing over something the other girls hadn't heard. Behind them, Molly, Carmen, Chloe and Sophie had left enough pee to fill a bucket to the brim.
"Right, it's half eleven, almost. Let's head back now," Sophie said, "I need a poo and a glass of wine".
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Here we are! Final chapter of part one. In the next part the desperation/accidents can really begin. Enjoy!
Chapter 8
Secret
"It only takes one tree
To make a thousand matches
It only takes one match
To burn a thousand trees"
- Stereophonics
By the time they got home, Sophie's need to have a poo had been forgotten, but her need to drink wine had not. She seemed to perk up the moment they walked in the door, dashing to the kitchen grab a bottle of red and offering everyone a glass. Everyone accepted except for Abigail, who claimed not to be a wine person, and Chloe, who felt quite certainly that she'd drunk enough for one night. In place of the wine, Sophie insisted that they each took a can of her cold Dr Pepper, which went down surprisingly well once the fizz had fizzled out.
They sat together back in the living room for a couple of hours. Sophie put her drum and bass music back on after a few minutes, and the conversation quickly returned to the pace it had been before they left. Chloe, for her part, saw it as an opportunity to learn a bit more about her new housemates. She found out that Carmen's family were from Seville, that (outrageously) Abbie had never been on a rollercoaster and that Molly had gone to Reading Festival in 2019 just to see Foo Fighters and then gotten so drunk that she'd passed out and missed most of their set. With the peak of her drunkenness feeling like it was in the past- thanks to the fresh air from the walk- it felt like a good time to make conversation.
Their chats were supplemented with regular trips to the bathroom to empty six bladders that seemed to fill up faster than rainwater tanks in a storm. Chloe found herself going to the loo every half an hour, both alarmed and amused by how quickly she was getting desperate for a wee. Usually Amira would accompany her on these expeditions, but sometimes Carmen or Sophie would tag along too. Abbie and Molly seemed to prefer going alone, and nobody minded leaving them be when they had to use the bathroom, which was frequent. It was on one of those toilet visits that Chloe asked Amira a question she'd had on her mind for a while.
"So, I don't want to be, y'know, insensitive or anything, but I always thought all Muslims didn't drink".
Amira laughed her ever-pure laugh again. "Most people think that. It's a personal choice, really. A lot of Muslims, like my parents, are super against alcohol. But then a lot of us see it differently. That's kind of all it is".
Chloe was on the toilet at the time, releasing her five-hundredth wee of the night into the bowl. Amira was leaning against the wall again, waiting as patiently as she could for the blonde girl to be finished.
"So what would happen if your parents found out about you getting smashed tonight?"
"I don't want to find out," Amira said seriously, "now hurry up before I wee myself all over the floor". That marked the end of the conversation.
Soon after, Chloe was really starting to feel the impact of the night. Her eyes were struggling to stay awake and, worst of all, her head was beginning to seriously hurt. She told the others this, when she could stand it no longer, and decided to call it a night.
"Do you have any painkillers?" Abbie asked, looking concerned. Chloe thought for a second and then shook her head.
"Good ones? Nah".
"There's some in my room, in a box at the bottom of my cupboard. Door's unlocked. Help yourself".
Chloe thanked her gratefully and headed out of the room, debating a trip to the bathroom to try and make sure she was empty before bed, but deciding that the effort wasn't exactly appealing. On her tired legs, the journey up to Abigail's attic bedroom felt like climbing the steps of a bell tower. On the landing she passed her own bedroom, then Molly's, door still wide open; Amira's, Carmen's, with a red bracelet hanging from the doorknob. Then it was onto the second set of stairs, this one even steeper and narrower than the last. At the top stood a white door left just a crack open. There, feeling relieved to be on flatter ground once again, Chloe pushed through it and into Abbie's room.
The bright light inside left nothing to the imagination, and Chloe's first thought was that the room was not at all what she had expected. While the overwhelming majority of her interactions with Abbie that day had consisted of biting sarcasm or ironic laughter, the place where the girl lived was light, even a little bit childlike. A pea-green throw over the double bed matched the pillowcases. There was a rug in the centre of the wooden floor, a half-open closet and a desk like the one in Chloe's room. On the desk were family photos, bottles of perfume and absolutely nothing related to university. In one corner, on a small table, sat a glowing tank of water. Chloe was drawn to it like a moth to a lamp; inside, a handful of golden fish swam happily in and out of the rocks.
It took a few seconds for her to remember why she was there. She dragged herself away from gazing at the fish and headed towards the closet, which looked identical to Chloe's except for the fact that it was far fuller. Flicking through the clothes revealed a very un-Abbie selection, at least to her mind: dresses, skirts, nothing that looked much like the dungarees she'd worn that day. It looked like she had a more girlish side after all. Chloe found vests, belts, tights, at least half of it in green... but no painkillers. Quickly, she got frustrated. Where were they? There was no good reason for Abbie to lie, and yet there was nothing in here that even looked like it might contain any sort of medication. Then, head aching worse than ever, she remembered what the girl had said- it was in a box right at the bottom. Of course! She scolded herself for being so stupid and squatted down to examine the base of the closet.
Reaching in, fumbling in the darkness, her hand touched something soft and plastic. It didn't feel much like a box at all, but she closed her fingers around it anyway and pulled. The object came out easily and she held it in both hands without thinking. It was about the size of a laptop, but softer and thicker, and it was indeed wrapped in a thin plastic packaging. She blinked at it. For a second she wasn't sure what she was looking at. A mixture of darkness and drunkenness made reading the branding difficult, but there was no mistaking the logo at the top. She'd seen it before, in TV adverts, at pharmacies or on the internet: Tena. That was more than enough for Chloe. She hastily replaced the package, hoping that Abbie wouldn't notice that it'd been tampered with. And yet... why send her up here, to her room, if something so private was so readily on display? Had Abbie wanted her to find it? No- that was insane.
Before the temptation to take the package back and read exactly what it was became too strong, her eyes fell upon the small box tucked away against one inside wall of the closet. Chloe extracted it and took it over to the bed to sort through. When she sat down, an unexpected noise took her by surprise- a definite crinkling sound from beneath. She froze up. Waited. Shifted her weight, and there it was again: the same noise, quiet but certainly real. Another bounce on the bed confirmed it. There was some kind of plastic cover beneath the mattress. No amount of booze in the world could change the fact that Chloe was smart enough to know exactly what she was discovering about Abigail tonight.
Another throbbing pain in her head reminded her why she'd come up here in the first place. She'd invaded Abigail's privacy long enough, and now she needed to open the box, get the drugs and get out of there. There were drugs inside, alright, but it took Chloe about three seconds to deduce that none of them were ibuprofen. There was what looked exactly like marijuana, a small bag of white powder and another plastic zip-up holding five identical brown pills, as well as a few objects she didn't recognise. Staring in disbelief at this Class-A combination, Chloe finally understood. She gently lay the open box down by the side of her bed and stood up. The green, the fish tank, the girly clothes- all of it was starting to make sense now. A closer examination of the photographs on the desk confirmed her suspicions. She saw a few faces multiple times- what she guessed were parents, siblings, maybe cousins. Not only were none of them Abigail, but all of them were white. And there, in just one of the photos, was a young girl with a toothy grin sitting between what looked like her mum and dad. The picture had to be at least ten years old, but that kid had most certainly grown up to be the girl who owned the drugs on the bed, the girl to whom the Tena products belonged... the girl sitting downstairs right now drinking wine.
This wasn't Abigail's room at all.
Chloe felt her chest tighten. She hurried back towards the open box, locked it back tight and replaced it exactly as she had found it. Feeling like a criminal fleeing the scene, she took a few seconds to try and make sure that the room looked as it had before she'd entered, even adjusting the angle of the cupboard doors slightly. By the time she slipped out of the room, the Ibuprofen was completely forgotten. Instead, panicking irrationally that someone might catch her, she raced down the stairs and back onto the first floor landing. The air was marginally easier to breathe down there. Her relief, though, was cut short by the sound of creaking footsteps.
Amira was coming up the stairs, grasping the bannister tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. She broke into a tired smile when she saw Chloe, half-lidded eyes retaining almost all of their sparkle despite her exhaustion.
"I think it's sleepy time for me," she slurred, pulling Chloe into a hug. For a second she leant her head heavily on Chloe's shoulder, but Chloe hugged her back, grateful for a reason not to think about what she'd just found.
"Me too, mate," Chloe said, "I should probably brush my teeth but I really can't be arsed". Amira chucked, and Chloe felt her forehead bounce against her neck with the motion.
"One night off won't make them fall out," Amira said. She uprighted herself out of the hug, overbalanced and just about caught herself on the railing. There, Chloe flattened herself against the wall to make room for the other girl to squeeze past her.
"Night, mate," Chloe called as she disappeared.
Amira didn't even look back as she stumbled into her bedroom. "Sleep well," she mumbled. The door shut behind her.
When she was gone, Chloe headed to bed as well, feeling even more overcome by tiredness and intoxication. Locking her door from the inside, she kicked off her shoes and started to undress. One by one, every article of clothing met the same fate: joining a pile on the floor that became the first blot on what had only been a tidy room for the best part of twelve hours. Last came the bra and matching panties, which she knew would need to go in the wash to ensure that the few pee stains she'd accumulated over the course of the night would come out. For a moment she could only gaze in the mirror, examining her naked body. She knew she'd never be happy with what she saw, no matter how much weight she lost or how big her breasts grew. But for now, in her drunkenness, she thought for the first time in a long time that it wasn't half bad.
The last rational part of her mind left put a blunt end to those thoughts. This was not the time for introspection. Instead, she flicked off the light and climbed into bed, feeling safer under the thick duvet. She could still hear the bass of Sophie's music from downstairs. Sophie. The poor girl had only lived there a few days and already Chloe had accidentally uncovered what she imagined was a very intimate and embarrassing secret. An immense sense of guilt refused to go away- she'd invaded her friend's privacy and now she could never un-see it.
But her tiredness was stronger than her guilt, and within a few moments she was lost in a sleep as deep as an ocean. |
Time for Part 2 to begin! This is going to be a huge shift in the series as we move away from set-up and into the bulk of the story. Chloe was the perfect character to introduce us to the series because she's basically me if I was a cis woman, but from now on we'll get to explore all the characters in (hopefully) equal depth. Thanks again to everyone who's left any feedback so far, and especially to those of you who read every chapter, it still blows my mind that people enjoy it so much. Let's go!
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Part 2
Half a Dozen Mornings
"And I'm looking in the mirror all the time
Wondering what she don't see in me"
- Rick Springfield
"We all know that crude affection
Stokes the fires of your self-worth"
- Felix Hagan and the Family
Chapter One
Minor Victory
"Suddenly between sheets and eyelids
I am reminded why I don't do this"
- The Format
Sophie's eyes opened all at once. The room was flooded with light, illuminated better by the sun than any bulb could ever manage, and scarily silent. For a few seconds she couldn't understand why she wasn't in her bed at home- but then her senses set in, and she remembered that she lived here now, in this attic with a single window and a two-floor climb down to the only exit. There were no signs, yet, of the hangover that she knew was going to hit her... probably in the next few minutes.
Sophie knew this routine well after countless mornings after: phone, purse, keys. Priority number one was to check she still had all three, then she could relax. Except you can't relax for too long, 'cause soon you'll be emptying your guts out one end or the other, she reminded herself. A glance at her desk showed that the latter two items were exactly where she'd left them. She remembered going out on a walk the previous night, and something to do with a park, but they must've used someone else's keys to get back in. Abbie's, she thought. Her phone sat in the same spot she'd kept it for years- between the pillow and the edge of the bed. A quick check told her that it was almost half past ten, which, judging by the blue sky outside, was more or less what she'd expected.
As soon as she was awake enough, Sophie realised that her bladder felt heavy and full to the brim. This was usually a very good sign. Rolling over as much as she dared, she reached out with one arm and gingerly felt the sheets with the back of her hand.
Bone dry.
In that moment she could've punched the air, elated to realise that she'd gone five nights without an accident since arriving at the start of the week. Thinking back, it was hard to remember the last time she'd had five dry nights in a row. She'd been sure that last night would be the one where it all came crashing down, sure that the alcohol would do her in, but no. She'd woken up in time again.
And, by the feel of it, she'd woken up just in time. Another ten minutes of booze-induced slumber would certainly have proven too long, and then the plastic mattress cover she'd told herself was only for emergencies would've gotten a real soaking. She knew that this wasn't permanent, wasn't foolish enough to even hope that she was magically mended. At some point she would have to face the stark reality of the walk downstairs clutching a bundle of soaked bedding for the washing machine. But not today, she thought triumphantly.
That triumph was short-lived when another aching pain struck out from her bladder. On a better morning she'd lie in bed until she felt awake, maybe even go back to sleep for a few hours. Try as she might, though, that clearly wouldn't be an option now- at least not unless she wanted this to be the first morning she'd ever wet the bed while awake. Still waking up, she ran two fingers up her neat labia. They came away wet. Sophie held them up to her fingers and sniffed. Warm, clear... definitely pee, despite what she'd hoped. She hadn't wet the bed, but that didn't mean her tightly-clenched muscles had been completely impenetrable. Well, she supposed, you can't win them all.
All the more reason to get a move on, then. She leapt out of bed as fast as her groggy bones would allow, still buzzing despite her urgent situation from the victory of her dry night. It wasn't just her bladder feeling bloated, either; the queasiness in her belly that always followed a heavy night was starting to set in. Even then she took a moment to glance in her bedroom mirror. As naked as the day she was born, just like she had slept every night for six or seven years... but she couldn't look much more different. The puppy fat she'd had in her younger years was gone and she'd sprouted up a good foot (or two). Then there were her breasts, hanging there uselessly, at least to her eyes. They were big enough, but she still wished they'd be a little more even- and yet beggars couldn't be choosers, and Sophie had always felt that with a bum like hers she was certainly a beggar- no matter how many people told her otherwise.
Still, no time for that now. Sophie needed to get to the bathroom sharpish, and she knew she had to account for the long walk. Looking around her room, though, she couldn't see any clothes. What was she supposed to make of that? Had she drunkenly packed them away before crawling into bed? Were they under the bed? If so there was no chance she'd be able to retrieve them without the constriction of her bladder causing a flood. Thinking for too long was dangerous under this kind of time pressure. She opened her closet, ignoring the part of her brain that wondered aimlessly if it had been more open than she'd left it yesterday, and reached in. The first thing she found was a slightly oversized t-shirt she sometimes liked to use in lieu of pyjamas. She pulled it out and held it up, a thin, pea-green thing that needed an iron. It barely covered her pussy and definitely didn't cover her bum, but desperate times called for desperate measures- it would have to do.
For a brief, mad moment, she considered unpacking one of the Tena pull-ups in the bottom of the closet and slipping into it. She dismissed the lazy thought almost immediately, for two reasons: first, the pain in her bladder told her that this was a wee of a magnitude that the pull-up probably wouldn't contain. Secondly, though, and more importantly, those pull-ups were for emergencies only. This didn't qualify as an emergency, since she was confident she could still make it if she acted fast. The more she wasted these, the faster she'd have to face the humiliating prospect of going to buy more. So she abandoned the pull-up idea and pulled on the t-shirt. It was worse than she'd expected: when she stood up straight, everything below the waist was clearly visible and her hard little nipples poked through the cloth. A rumble in her belly told her that there was no more time to waste upstairs. She wasn't particularly worried about being seen half-nude. They still had all year to live together- the girls were going to have to deal with her bits.
Her bum was clenched tightly as she began her descent down the first set of stairs, litres of pee sloshing every which way in her bladder. Each step was like a battering ram inside her sphincter, trying to break through, but she held firm. She passed Carmen's room, Amira's, Molly's, then Chloe's. All four doors were closed. That didn't tell her if they were awake or not, but she had to hope nobody was in the bathroom when she got downstairs, or she'd be in serious trouble. The second flight of steps was even tricker than the last. Sophie badly wanted to fart, but didn't dare risk it. She'd had her fair share of little sharting accidents in the past, especially after a big night, and with nothing covering her bottoms she knew it would be too dangerous to let one rip here.
It was a relief to feel her bare feet hit the bottom of the stairs, but nothing compared to the kinds of relief she was seeking. The wide-open living room door gave her a sneak peek of the mess they'd have to clear up later: bottles strewn over the coffee table, a half-rolled joint, forgotten jackets on the seats. She couldn't dwell on that now. Instead, Sophie staggered down the corridor towards the only bathroom. In her head, she said a tiny prayer to whatever Gods might be listening that she'd round the corner to the sight of an open door. Since she was a kid being potty-trained, she'd been taught to listen to your body. Well, she was listening to her body now, and it was telling her that she would have an accident if she wasn't sat on the loo within the next thirty seconds.
Mercifully, she was met with a wide-open door and nothing between her and the dim bathroom. The kitchen, like everywhere else in the house apart from the bedrooms, was empty. Here there was more stuff that was going to need tidying before the day was up, and yet again she ignored it out of necessity. Blonde hair flowing messily behind her head, Sophie hobbled in. Before she sat down, though, she paused to do something she would never normally bother with- she shut the door all the way. She'd had enough morning-after bathroom experiences to know that this had the potential to be loud and she didn't want to wake anyone up.
Thighs pressed tightly together, she sat quickly and finally released the hold she'd barely been maintaining on her bladder. Urine streamed hotly out of her and tinkled into the water below, echoing self-consciously. She moaned in relief, hearing for the first time the throaty voice she'd been left with overnight. Her eyes rolled back, blinked, then closed completely, soaking in the luscious pleasure of her bladder emptying at last. They opened to the sight of herself in the long mirror, looking every bit as fresh out of bed as she felt. Sophie opened her thighs, enjoying the sight of her privates gushing like a faucet between those pale thighs. If she pushed a little harder, the stream intensified, and when she relaxed it returned to the more leisurely pace.
When, sooner than she'd expected, the tap finally ran dry, she bore down to try and start cleansing herself at the other end. Her belly felt full, but she knew that it wouldn't stay that way for long. It started with a fierce fart, rumbling like thunder below her. Boyfriends she'd had in the past had sometimes expressed surprise (or even mild disgust) that a fart like that could come out of someone so thin and pretty, and she'd always laughed and told them that it was only the tip of the iceberg. That was one of the things she found easier about being with women- they were never shocked to find out that she pooped, and they usually still wanted to do her afterwards. She'd always been a gassy girl, and there didn't seem to be a lot she could do about it.
Gas, though, seemed to be all she had this morning. Sophie frowned and sat up a little straighter. No matter how hard she pushed, no solids seemed likely to make an appearance down there, and the nauseous pain in her belly didn't want to quieten. In fact, it felt like she was feeling more ill. She tore away a strip of toilet paper and wiped, just to check. It came away a swampy brown colour, but certainly not the deep shade it would be if there was any poo ready to come out. In spite of her gassiness, she didn't need to shit. Which could only mean-
It came over her suddenly: the realisation that she was going to be sick. Sophie whirled around, kneeled over the bowl and grimaced in preparation.
This wasn't her first rodeo.
But it's still gonna suck, her brain said quietly. |
Chapter Two
Phone Call
"I'm flipping with a coin
That's got a tail on either side"
- The Feeling
If Chloe could pick any way to wake up with a hangover, a phone call from her mother would have been incredibly low down on her list.
For a brief moment, the line between sleep and waking blurred precariously. She'd been dreaming something bizarre, although the details were already hazy in her memory. In the dream, Chloe had been back in Southampton. But Amira had been there, and Abigail, and (for some reason) one of the boys she'd dated in her last year of college. The four of them had been out in the city, sitting- in all places- in the Subway store near the train station, surrounded by faces she didn't recognise. Chloe's dreams were always like this: weird combinations of people and places that didn't make a jot of sense, but never grew outlandish enough to snap her out of it. When loud, beeping music started playing as if blasted from the clouds themselves, fading in and building like an avalanche, Chloe didn't question it. It was the kind of thing that happened all the time in her sleeping mind.
Suddenly, through the crowd, another face appeared between shoulder-blades and tangles of locks. It was a pale, thin face, framed by platinum blonde hair. Round eyes looked straight at Chloe. She knew this face, although she'd only known it for less than a day.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" said dream-Sophie.
The music crescendoed, erupting into drums and synthesisers and bass guitar. The dream evaporating, her eyes snapped open. There she was, of course, in a sweaty bed somewhere in Fallowfield, two-hundred miles from home. She identified the song immediately now. It was hard not to, seeing as not a month had gone by without Chloe hearing it since it had been released well over a decade ago- The Feeling's Love it When You Call, the track that had been the ringtone her phone used for her mum for years. Chloe groaned rather outwardly. She loved her mum very much, of course, but she was barely awake, hungover and disorientated. It wasn't the ideal time for a conversation kicked off by loud rock music. And she really needed a poo.
Even after the wildest of nights, it was extremely rare for Chloe to wake up and immediately realise she had to go to the toilet. Usually, the urge would come on around half an hour after getting up, and even then it was almost never an emergency, and she would have plenty of time to get to the bathroom at her own pace. When she was safely sat on the porcelain throne, her morning-after dumps were reliably enormous... but not often desperate. This morning was one of those dreaded occasions where she instead knew right from the get-go that she needed to get to the loo as soon as possible. Her bowels felt full and heavy as stone, cramping uncomfortably. Her natural reflexes kicked in and she clenched her bum a little tighter. This really was a bad time for a social call.
Nonetheless, she didn't want to keep the woman waiting, so she reached for her phone. It was the only real source of light in an otherwise-dim room, proudly displaying her wallpaper- a photo of herself standing in front of the Giraffes at Chessington World of Adventures- and the time, which was exactly ten-thirty in the morning. Hoping that nobody had been stirred by her ringtone, she swiped across and held it up to her ear, propping herself up on one aching elbow.
"Hi, mum," she said, trying to hide the tiredness from her voice.
"Morning! Big night?" her mum said cheerfully. Knowing her, she'd been awake for at least four hours, and it showed in her tone.
Chloe stifled a yawn with her free hand. "Yeah, it was good. Nothing too crazy". This, at least, wasn't exactly a lie. There had been no hard drugs, no sex and nobody had cried (at least, as far as she remembered). To her that constituted a relatively ordinary evening.
Already, she was in a hurry to get to the crux of the conversation. The position she was in, lying on her side with her legs folded behind her, only intensified her need to poop. It was too quiet for her mum to detect, but Chloe could hear the way her belly gurgled ominously beneath the duvet. She just about felt it vibrating inside of her. In Chloe's experience, that tended to mean something dangerous was brewing. The painful sensation was growing steadily. Instinctively, her hand fell away from her mouth and snaked underneath the covers, sliding over her bare thigh and resting on her right buttcheek. Ever since she was a little girl, this had been Chloe's go-to technique for helping to hold in an urgent poo. Her slender fingers spread across the cheek, with her thumb resting shy of her hip and her pinky finger slotting just inside the crack, and started to rhythmically squeeze and release. At first, the massage was slow, calm... but she knew that wouldn't last long.
"Good, good," her mum replied, one of her favourite phrases that really didn't mean anything, "got any plans for the day?"
Chloe searched her brains for a decent answer. Did she have any plans for the day? Nothing came to mind. Usually after drinking a lot her plans for the day boiled down to recover. That was unlikely to satisfy a single mother who worked as a schoolteacher and hadn't been to a party since the nineties, however.
"Oh, you know, just settling-in stuff," Chloe managed eventually.
"You could go to the library? Get a head-start on studying?"
"Yeah, maybe". Chloe didn't see the point in explaining to her mum that going to the library on the second day of term- a Sunday, no less- was just about the last thing she wanted to do, even if she wasn't hungover to high hell. She was starting to get frustrated now. It was unfair, she knew- her mum didn't have any reason to know that Chloe had just woken up, or that she urgently wanted a poo, but she had always needed to feel annoyed at someone when the stress was building up. Her right hand was still squeezing her buttock, but it had sped up to walking pace without her consent, and her toes had started their usual desperate wiggling. Her bowels weren't letting up. The coffee and booze from yesterday were surely the culprits. They wanted out.
"Anyway," her mum continued, "it's Grandma's birthday next week, so remember to post her something".
Chloe swore in her head. She'd completely forgotten, although that was mainly because she usually just jumped on Moonpig a few days in advance and ordered some flowers and a card. No time to think about that now, anyway. It would have to wait until a moment, hopefully in the not-so-distant future, when she wasn't dying to have a crap. "Yeah, I'll get her something," she said dismissively.
"So, how's the room?"
"Uh, it's nice," Chloe said, eyes still half-closed, "smaller than the room last year, but a bit bigger than my one at home".
"Is it warm enough?" she asked. Such a mum question, Chloe thought.
"Yeah, it's got a decent radiator". That was true, too; Chloe had left the heating on a little too high the previous night, hence the sweaty damp of her sheets that she knew she'd have to wash later.
"And what about the other girls, are they nice?"
"I think so," she said, "we all got on really well last night". By now the hand holding her bum wasn't squeezing so much as it was frantically flapping, trying anything to relieve some of the pressure. She felt a sudden compulsion to fart that she knew would not be held back. She paused her desperate squishing, used the hand to spread her cheeks apart and let it rip, a muffled, gassy sound that she really hoped her mum couldn't hear. The hot, smelly air blew past her fingers and warmed her skin. Then it was back to the squeezing, a fleshy clapping noise beneath the blankets.
Chloe couldn't remember needing to go this badly in years, nor could she recall the last time an urge had overwhelmed her so quickly. While she usually didn't have too long between the first signs of needing a wee and reaching the point of desperation, Chloe was usually afforded a lot more time to find a toilet when she had to go number two. Even some of her closer calls had taken place hours after she first realised she had to have a poo. This morning, though, she'd barely been awake for one minute and already felt like she was approaching an accident.
It reminded her, rather worryingly, of the only time she'd messed herself in her teenage years. That had also been a chemical-induced nightmare, but those chemicals had been laxatives rather than spirits. After almost a week of sitting, straining and producing no more than a couple of hard little pebbles, her mum had brightly suggested that she try Ex-Lax. The first dosage had done, at least to Chloe's mind, the sum total of absolutely nothing. The morning after taking it, she still couldn't poop and was still in pain. So, in her frustration, she'd taken the same amount again before school that day, reasoning that nothing could be worse than the constipation she'd endured. She had been wrong.
Both doses had hit her all at once right at the end of the day, as they were standing behind their chairs waiting for the teacher to dismiss them from their final class. She'd been struck with the most intense stomach cramps she'd ever experienced, coupled with a weak feeling in her knees and the sudden understanding of what was about to happen. In denial, she'd turned and fled from the room, ignoring her teacher's confused calls, and hurried down the stairs so fast it was a miracle she didn't trip. Just a few feet from the bathroom door, Chloe had shit herself so completely that there had been a small stain left on the carpet that, to her knowledge, was still there to this day. She'd gotten away with that accident by hiding out in the bathroom until all the kids had gone home, leaving her ruined underwear in the bowl, wiping down her legs as well as possible with loo roll and walking for an hour to get home, careful to steer well wide of anyone who might smell her shame on her skin. By the time she'd gotten back to her empty house, she was on the verge of a second accident.
Now, lying there naked in the overheated bedroom, Chloe didn't feel very far at all away from the feelings she'd known that day. She looked down, by now completely tuning out what her mum was saying. Until then, Chloe hadn't realised how heavily she was breathing. Her chest heaved, breasts bouncing, nipples erect and prickly. She felt another fart come on and had no choice but to let it happen. It was completely silent. Nothing but hot air. Again, it warmed her pinky on the way out. Chloe did something she'd never do in front of another person- she held up the little finger to her nose and sniffed. It was undeniably the smell of a fart that would be followed very shortly by something solid, just as the lack of noise had made her suspect.
But that had been Chloe's big mistake. In removing her hand from her bum, even for just a brief moment, she'd removed the stimulus that was helping her hold. In the absence of the constant, frenetic squeezing and releasing, there was nothing stopping her bowels from making their move.
Chloe's eyes went wide when she felt the first log start to move towards the exit. It was like a bowling ball was dropping down her insides, knocking at the back door. Her tight anus began to stretch in anticipation. Her hand flew down towards her cheek and started squeezing again, this time harder and faster than before, but it was too late. The damage had been done. She dared to cautiously probe her hole with one finger and detected something hard and thick just beneath the surface. If she didn't act fast, she'd be poking out within seconds.
"Chloe? Are you there?"
Chloe blinked. In her desperation she'd completely forgotten about her mum.
"Yeah, mum, sorry. Listen, can I call you back? I'm bursting for the loo," she said, not seeing the point in wasting time trying to think up a fake excuse.
"Oh, of course! When you've got to go, hey?"
"Thanks mum, talk soon!" Chloe wasted no time in hanging up the phone, cheeks burning. She got out of bed as fast as she dared, looking around for clothes that she wouldn't have to squeeze into. Jeans were out of the question- too tight. Jiggling on the spot to keep everything held in place as long as she could, she went to her cupboard and dug out her favourite pair of grey sweatpants. They were lazy pants, lounging-around-the-house pants. Perfect. Chloe slipped into them, feeling those dreadfully familiar cramps once more. The room stunk of farts already. She caught a glimpse of her reflection, a messy-haired girl with nothing at all covering her top half, boobs on full display. It would have to do.
Still clutching her bum in desperation, Chloe opened the door and stepped out onto the landing. |
Next part! WARNING: we haven't really gotten to the "sexual content" part of the story yet. And, uh... that's gonna change in this chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter Three
Little Distractions
"Later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of a century
We'll talk about the weather, or
How the weather used to be"
- The Weakerthans
Next to the room in which Chloe was desperately squirming, and almost directly above the spot where Sophie was emptying her guts, Molly had already been awake for some time.
She'd never been a late sleeper. No matter how late she went to bed, Molly had always found it impossible to wake up any later than nine in the morning. So instead, on Sundays like this one where she had nothing to do until lunchtime several hours away, she would lie there and browse the internet, using her knees and her breasts to prop up her laptop in a comfortable little wedge. While Chloe and Sophie were naked sleepers, Molly had long since learned that wearing a pyjama top to bed made using her second-hand Macbook significantly simpler. This morning she had nothing on at all but a thin purple t-shirt that did almost nothing to conceal two generous nipples.
The temperature in the room was just how she liked it- cosy to the point of being hot. A lot of people would've balked at the idea of sleeping in a room as warm has this one, but not Molly. Cranking up the radiator before bed was her go-to when she wanted to fall asleep easily, and she rarely found herself overheating in the mornings. Her head was uncovered, and her smooth, hairless arms, and that was usually all she needed. On this occasion she allowed herself one extra extravagance: her toenails, still painted violet, poked out of the end of the duvet at the foot of the bed. For the most part, though, she was perfectly content under the thick duvet.
For an hour or more, she flicked through her usual sites, finding comfort in the familiar routine of catching up on what she'd missed in her drunkenness: Twitter, Instagram, her packed Youtube subscription box (skipping past the bits she didn't care about) and Facebook messages. When she'd exhausted all of her go-to options, Molly fired up Google Docs and opened the folder in which she was still attempting, piece by painful piece, to write her first novel. Instead of writing, though, she stared blankly at the half-empty document for a few moments and then blinked.
Despite her best efforts, Molly was beginning to feel more than a little distracted. She needed a wee, but it was more than just that. The heat between her legs, she was guessing, was caused by more than just the radiator. Her nipples were poking up through that thin purple top now, not yet erect but certainly growing. This was nothing she wasn't used to. Something about waking up slowly tended to make Molly horny- she had no idea why, but that had been the case for as long as she could remember. Gradually, inevitably, her touch started to move on the mousepad. She clicked the button she'd pressed more times than she could ever count.
New Incognito Window.
Molly could barely stop herself. Instantly, that recognisable dark screen popped up. Molly gazed guiltily at it. Part of her felt that watching pornography in bed only a few days after moving in was a bit excessive. The rest of her knew that she had to do it anyway. She knew that, once the idea was in her head, it would be hard to concentrate on anything else until she had finished. She gave into this second beast with an alarming ease. It was all too simple to comply with the demands of her body.
Her fingers glided automatically across the keyboard, knowing exactly what to type. She'd done this so many times before that there was no doubt in her mind where she was going. As she typed she became dimly aware that she needed the toilet far more than she'd first realised. That would have to wait now. There were more important things to deal with first.
Within seconds she was looking at a thin young blonde dressed in tight, light jeans and a black bra. This was a woman that Molly had seen once before, a few days before moving in. She remembered the video vividly and wasn't surprised to find herself returning to it so soon. On the screen, the girl was standing upright in a bathtub, against the backdrop of a tiled white wall.
Her legs squirmed restlessly, and the only sound (other than that familiar humming of a home video camera) was the denim of her thighs rubbing together. While her face was out of sight, long hair hung over her shoulders and rested on her chest. Her hands fidgeted by her sides, twitching as if she desperately wanted to grab herself but was resisting the impulse.
Already falling under the mystery woman's spell, Molly reached over with one finger and cautiously tapped the button marked F12 a few times. The volume came up just the smallest amount, but she didn't dare go any higher in case anyone was passing by on the landing outside. Now that the video was playing more loudly, there were more noises for Molly to take in; heavy, feminine breathing, distant music and then- there it was- a sharp, high-pitched moan.
Molly barely noticed that she had started holding her breath. The girl on the screen had captivated her. She slid one finger without looking to the corner of the video and pressed the icon to make it fullscreen. Then, thoughtlessly, her hand snaked beneath her cotton t-shirt and found her waiting left breast. Her slim fingers closed around the full, heavy shape. Molly could feel her nipple poking into her palm. She squeezed gently, sending an electric pulse tingling down her spine and into her crotch. There was no doubting now that she was hot down there.
Meanwhile, the blonde girl in the video was wriggling with more intensity than before. Her legs bent and bounced, hips twisting, boobs shaking gently while she battled her bladder. Still massaging herself, Molly couldn't look away. She was usually a patient connoisseur when it came to pornography, but something about this girl made her want to skip straight to the finale. It was hard to put her finger on exactly what about the video turned Molly on so much, but she had some ideas: the black bra just teasing the women's body without showing too much off, the way her jeans tightly hugged her figure, the fact that her face was obscured but that lovely blonde hair was still visible...
Mostly, though, it was the squirming. She found something so sexy about the sight of this smooth-skinned seductor squeezing her thighs together desperately, both of them knowing that she could lose control at any moment. The way her legs moved with no logical structure, just doing whatever they could to hold on, drove Molly wild. She couldn't help loving how the girl would speed up and slow down like a racing car weaving in and out of a twisting track, going from frantic dancing to controlled clenching every few seconds. Watching the video made Molly's own need to go feel far more pronounced, which never usually happened for her. And yet she was already in the deep end- she'd have to hold it.
The girl opened her legs, just by a few inches, and Molly's heart rate picked up. She'd seen enough videos like this one to know what was about to happen. It was clear how badly the girl wanted to hold herself, and part of Molly would have enjoyed watching that, but the animal inside her wanted an unobstructed view. The girl moaned again, and a tiny but unmistakable dark patch formed on the crotch of those sky-blue jeans. That was too much for Molly, who couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Her free hand slipped gratefully under the covers and found her pussy, wet, warm and waiting. The first contact with her sensitive labia was heaven. For a second she imagined how it would feel to be the woman in the video, doing everything she could to hold it in.
But the woman in the video was failing. As Molly watched, the wet spot grew to the size of a small coin, still holding that perfect circular shape. Molly's thumb, which she liked to rest on her hairless mound when she did these things, accidentally brushed against the hood of her clit and she shuddered. Unable to wait any longer, her fingers fell into that pattern she knew so well, rubbing in hard little circles. Her other hand still played with and pleasured her breast. Her eyes were fixated on the screen, waiting for the woman to explode.
She didn't have to wait long. The girl moaned again, so loudly this time that Molly was almost worried someone might hear, and the coin-sized patch quickly turned into an abstract shape, a shape Molly had seen a thousand times but couldn't name. It was a pee-stain shape. The patch of indigo was stretching out now, reaching the girl's inner thighs, and showing no signs of stopping. But then it did stop, if only for a few seconds, and Molly knew that the woman had hit her limit. She remembered this part of the video so clearly. This was the part Molly had been waiting for.
"Oh fuck, I can't hold it," said the girl on the screen.
Molly's body responded enthusiastically. She pressed her fingers down even harder, quickening their movement. By now her nipple was rock-hard against her skin. Her world was nothing but her and this beautiful woman as the latter totally lost control, flooding her jeans as Molly had always known she would, as Molly had been waiting for. Rivulets of darkness started to fork down her legs, glistening wetly, dripping through the fabric. She could just about hear the way the fluid hit the bathtub. It kept gushing for almost a minute, during which Molly was battling against the urge to close her eyes. She didn't want to miss anything.
Then, when the girl's accident finally ended, Molly folded her laptop shut and put it on the bed beside her. The video had finished but Molly had not. She readjusted her position, lying flat on the bed once again, head on the thin pillow. Almost instantly, her hand returned to her sex, soaking wet and almost hot to the touch. Now she did close her eyes, breathing hard, searching for some mental stimuli to carry her across the line. Outside her room she heard footsteps, crossing the landing and then hurrying down the stairs. She wondered who it could be- not Chloe, but it could have been anyone else. Amira, maybe, or Abigail.
Or Sophie. Without her consent, Sophie had arrived in Molly's head, followed swiftly by Chloe and Carmen. She remembered it, now: the willow dome, last night, where the four of them had sheltered for some much-needed relief. Molly could remember how it had felt, sharing in that intimate experience with these three attractive women. She hadn't been turned on at the time. That was always the way. In the moment it was always just a normal part of life. Only later that night, or the next morning, did encounters like those turn from bonding moments into masturbatory material. She couldn't help it.
All at once, Molly realised that she was close. The girl in the video had done most of the legwork, and now her memories of the previous night were almost tipping her over the edge. The orgasm was building up in her like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment, needing no more than the tiniest push to set her off. It came to her quickly- something so specific, so minute, that she was surprised she could recall it. But it was so clear in her mind that it was like she was hearing it now: the sound of Carmen's relieved moan when she'd started peeing.
That was all it took. Molly came hard, legs drawing up involuntarily into that upside-down V, gripping her breast tightly. She convulsed, having to fight the urge to release a moan of her own, biting down on one lip to keep quiet. Her fingers slid across her pussy as easily as a puck on an ice rink. They slowed, not by choice, but because she couldn't keep going any longer over the waves of blinding pleasure. Carmen's voice still echoed in her ears.
Then it was gone, and right away- as she had known it would be- her animalistic joy was replaced by hot, sweaty shame. She didn't know what was worse- wanking over her friends, or wanking over people she'd only known for a few days. Either way, it felt wrong in the afterglow of what had been her biggest orgasm in months. She wondered how Carmen would react if she'd known. There was a small chance she'd be understanding, even flattered... but more likely the response would be one of disgust, maybe fear. Molly looked at her hand, coated in thick juices, and sighed. She reached for the roll of toilet paper by the side of her bed, grabbed a few squares, wiped herself off as best she could. It wasn't perfect, but nothing a shower later couldn't clean away.
She swung her legs off the side of her bed and they found the warm floorboards. For once, she was grateful for her bladder's insistence. Needing a wee gave her the perfect excuse to push her perversion to the back of her mind. She tugged on the panties and jeans that she'd been wearing last night (no point putting on a new pair before showering) and gave herself a quick check in the mirror. Her make-up was nowhere near the standard she'd usually require before leaving her room, but her bladder was fuller than she'd realised while lying down, and there wasn't much point in keeping up pretences around her new housemates. So, instead, she grabbed her phone and left the room, looking forward to emptying herself. |
Next chapter! Chronologically this takes place a few minutes before Molly's chapter but I didn't want to publish two poop chapters in a row. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
Waking Beauty
"And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me
But maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up"
- Ed Sheeran
If Carmen had a penny for every time she woke up needing to use the bathroom, she would have a hell of a lot of pennies.
Maybe it was to do with her careless bedtime routine. Ever since she was young, Carmen had made a habit out of simply going to sleep whenever she felt tired. Sometimes that meant just rolling into bed, between the covers, without even visiting the bathroom at all. Other times she would pop in only to brush her teeth. Growing up with four siblings, getting more than a few minutes alone in the bathroom was often a luxury, and in their modest home they hadn't even had a lock on the door. Privacy wasn't much of a concept in her family. People came and went as they pleased, not even sparing a thought as to who might be in the tub or sitting on the toilet when they burst in.
But as she got older, Carmen had found that there were two perfect windows during the day in which she could use the bathroom in peace for as long as she wanted: once when her mother was already at work and her siblings had left for school, and once in the evening when dessert was being served to the younger kids. In those glorious moments, there was nobody anywhere near their peaceful upstairs restroom, and Carmen could take as long as she needed to wash and do her business. Those were the moments when she tended to try for a number two, safe in the knowledge that she wouldn't be interrupted. It wasn't that she minded her siblings or her madre seeing her on the potty- far from it; Carmen didn't see the need for modesty around them. But when someone else wanted to use it, she tended to feel bad for making them wait, and that led her to rush doing her business.
So, instead, she preferred to hold it until she could find one of those precious moments of tranquility- whenever possible. Sometimes, nature called sooner or more intensely than she'd expected, and waiting wasn't an option. On those occasions she'd had to put up with countless bemused looks from one of her sisters when she'd burst in on them having a bath so that she could pee, or deal with the good-natured laughter of her younger brother, Rubén, who would sometimes be in the middle of brushing his teeth when she'd come in to release a morning poop that refused to stay in any longer.
It was that morning poop that most often posed problems for Carmen. Her body demanded release at the start of every single day, more reliably than clockwork. As sure as the sun would come up each dawn, Carmen would need to empty her bowels shortly afterwards. Usually she could pause that urge until everyone was out of the house and there was nobody to interrupt her. But not always. And on those nights, as she'd gotten older, that she'd found herself more than a little bit drunk, she was sure to pay for it when she woke up.
This morning was no different. No sooner had she opened her eyes than a grumpy grumbling in her bowels told her that she'd need to get a move on if she didn't want to spend the rest of the day shopping for new bedsheets. She closed her wide eyes again, praying that she could simply slip back into blissful sleep and not have to get up for another three or four hours (at least). Her body protested, though. Carmen groaned inwardly, far from thrilled with the demands her stomach was making. She fumbled for her phone on the small table beside her bed and bought it up to her face, squinting in the dim light.
Even first thing in the morning, Carmen was gorgeous. Her hair never seemed to lose its shape nor shine, flowing messily across the pillowcase like rich brown silk. Her teeth- even in spite of those nights when she skipped brushing them- glistened neatly between smooth lips. And then, following flawless skin down a slim neck, came the other part of her that she liked to leave uncovered overnight: two identically round breasts, each topped off with pert brown nipple. Carmen had grown up in the suburbs of Seville, a place where thin blankets and exposed shoulders were the only way to avoid sweating through your sheets while you slept. When her family had relocated two-thirds of the way through her short life, that way of life had never gone away. Instead she preferred to keep the heating on an ample setting and drift off to sleep under a blanket no thicker than the average blouse. It didn't do her any harm with boys, either; she was yet to meet a man who didn't enjoy waking up next to her bare chest.
If the (relatively few) men in her sexual history always liked the sight of her naked body in the morning, they tended to feel a little differently after she'd smiled sweetly at them, climbed over their erect cock and headed to the bathroom to- as the English saying went- drop the kids off at the pool. Her en-suite bathroom the year before had, after all, been in full view of the bed where her sexual conquests would be waiting, confused. The sight, sounds and smells of this beautiful woman using the toilet almost never failed to turn them off like a lightswitch, although Carmen could rarely care less. She'd long since been aware that, with looks like hers, she could fuck for fun, picking and choosing whoever took her fancy and "allowing" them to win her over by buying her drinks and bending over backwards. Still, she rarely went down that route. Usually she was just as happy to hang out with her friends and have fun. Besides, the day she met a man who wasn't bothered by her sizeable poops would be the day she maybe- just maybe- met her match. If they couldn't handle her bodily functions, she was usually bored of them by the time the booze and the horniness had worn off when she awoke.
Besides, it wasn't as if she could help it. When Carmen had to go, she had to go. The window for which she could usually manage to postpone her daily dash to the toilet wasn't generally very big. She blamed it on a rich diet and a total lack of discipline to try and squeeze something out before she slept.
And that bought her right to this morning, when almost the first thing she became aware of after waking up was that she had to poop. The urge manifested itself first as a heaviness in the pit of her belly, but it was never a long wait before her body moved on to stage two: gas. Carmen pressed the Home button on her phone and the screen flickered into life, announcing the time- 10:34AM- and date. Sunday. Of course it was. Carmen had never done the maths, but she was fairly confident that at least eighty percent of her hangover stories started on a Sunday.
Carmen barely even thought twice when the pressure pushing against her anus made itself known. Instead she gave it just a little push, and sighed in vague relief as a fart rumbled rudely out of her like a whoopee cushion. It felt lovely to let it out, but she knew that it wouldn't be enough. She needed more. She needed a toilet.
But the bed was comfy and Carmen was lazy. She opened up Twitter, scrolling down her feed with an almost robotic monotony: a mixture of English and Spanish accounts, some news, some fashion, some celebrities. There was nobody on there who she knew in real life except for Rubén, who rarely posted anything. Then she switched to reading her texts, hoping as usual that she hadn't gotten drunk enough to message anyone the night before. Luckily, the only new conversation to be seen was something she'd sent Sophie some time after midnight.
Despite Carmen's best efforts to procrastinate in bed for as long as possible, though, her body was having none of it. The usual hungover pain in her belly told her that she would have to get up and get downstairs soon, and the foul smell of the fart she'd just released backed up that sentiment. So, reluctantly, Carmen let her phone drop back onto her pillow and threw her blanket off her body.
It wasn't hard to see why so many men coveted her figure. Her breasts were only the beginning, busty and bold; below them, the curves of a slim waist opened up like an hourglass to full hips, and there- tucked between her thighs- was a neatly-trimmed bush above the real prize. But Carmen wasn't thinking about that now. She was thinking-
"Ugh, I miss the en-suite," she muttered to herself, starting to search for something decent to put on. In her student room the year before, she'd been able to simply roll out of bed in the nude, walk for a few steps towards her private toilet, unload and cause all the stink she needed before heading back to sleep. Here that wasn't an option. Here she had to fish out her red, satin dressing gown and tie it on before she could leave the room. She didn't bother with underwear. Nobody was likely to be downstairs, in her mind, and anyone who was was hardly going to spend much time examining her for any potential lack of panties. Besides, she urgently needed to take a crap. There was no point angling for elegance now.
She was surprised, when she got downstairs, to find that she wasn't alone after all. The first sign that the morning wasn't going to go as simply as she'd planned was that, when she turned the corner, the bathroom door was shut all the way. That told her instantly that someone was surely inside. A glance to her left soon revealed another woman in the kitchen, and for a moment Carmen had to make a conscious effort to hide her surprise.
Chloe was standing in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, and Carmen got the feeling just from looking at them that there were no panties beneath. The girl's dirty-blonde hair hung loose over her shoulder. Clearly, she'd gotten up in a hurry. But what really caught Carmen's eye was Chloe's naked top half. Her boobs weren't enormous, but they were perky and full, looking almost like they were being held up by some invisible bra. Below, a slightly rounded belly gave little away. Her nipples were prickly and hard, presumably from the cold. When Chloe saw Carmen arrive, she instinctively crossed her arms in front of her to cover her breasts. Carmen thought her shyness was kind of cute.
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Chloe," she said sleepily, "I don't bite".
Chloe smiled and apologised meekly, but she did not lower her hands. "I wouldn't usually walk around the house with my tits out, but I couldn't find a top".
Carmen could only wave a hand in front of her face as if to say that she didn't care one iota. "They're only boobs, Chloe. Look-" she pulled her dressing down aside at the lapels for just a second, flashing her bare chest to her new housemate, "- nothing to be shy about".
That seemed to persuade Chloe, who finally relented and put her arms back down to a more natural position. Carmen noticed then that the girl was struggling to stand still. In turn, her knees kept bending and straightening, nervously switching from one side to the other.
"I really need a poo," Chloe admitted out of the blue, explaining her restlessness without being asked. "My mum called me just now, and I couldn't concentrate at all. It's like she was talking but all I could think was I need the toilet, I need the toilet".
Carmen laughed. "I know the feeling," she said, "I really need to go as well. I always need to go in the mornings". Right on cue, a fart slipped out of her behind, and Chloe giggled despite herself.
"I've done a few of those already," she confessed, "uh... sorry about the smell". She gave a sheepish grin which Carmen didn't have any time for.
"Don't worry about it, Chloe," she insisted, "I grew up with four siblings, farting is part of my daily routine. Who's in the bathroom?". She lowered her voice for the last question.
"Sophie," Chloe said in an equally whispered tone, "she's been sick a few times. I don't want to rush her, so I'm just trying to wait, but I don't know how much longer I can hold on".
Chloe jiggled up and down a few times as she spoke, and her boobs jiggled with her. Clearly she was desperate. Carmen thought it was endearing, if not strangely hot. She was grateful, too, that she wasn't the only one waiting for a chance to use their one and only bathroom. But the gurgling in her stomach didn't seem to have much patience left.
"Well, I hope she hurries," Carmen said, the smell of her fart hitting her ominously, "I can't hold it much longer, either". |
FINALLY got some time to write more of this! I promise it won't be a month before the next chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter Five
Dressing Gown
"Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want"
- MIKA
There were few things in life Abigail despised more than the morning pee.
She hated everything about it: being woken up early by a full bladder was just about the most annoying thing she could think of. All she wanted to do was sleep until she was ready, particularly after a big night when she’d gotten to bed late. Then would come that song and dance she played with herself when she tried to convince herself that she didn’t need to go to the bathroom yet. She would usually roll over, close her eyes and try to get back to sleep with the determination of a terrier, tossing and turning to get as comfortable as her bulging belly would allow her.
Sometimes this charade would work, for a while; more often than not it was a miserable failure. Even when she managed to drift off, both her brain and her bladder knew that she was only delaying the inevitable. So, when she felt herself approaching the end of her tether, she would reluctantly accept that it was time to get out of bed. That bought its own challenges.
Many things had changed rather drastically in Abbie’s life over the few years before she moved to Manchester, but just as many seemed to have remained exactly the same. She still lazily peeled off her clothes and chucked them in some lame attempt at a pile on the bedroom floor before she turned in for each night, she still stripped off to her birthday suit when she wanted to sleep well (she’d never gotten on with pyjamas) and she still woke up every day with an ache in her bladder, whether she’d drunk much the night before or not. Some mornings that ache would be barely worth paying attention to. On other, rarer occasions, it would be the kind that had to be attended to right away. The morning after their big welcome party, she’d known right away which it was.
And of course she’d ended up in the attic room. This was nothing new to her: she’d spent her whole life living at the very top of a narrow three-storey house in the suburbs. When she’d arrived at this new place, her mother had suggested that living in one of the rooms in the attic might make her feel at home. What neither of them had considered was that back at home she was only a flight of stairs away from the nearest toilet. Here she was practically far enough away to listen to a whole Leonard Cohen song on the walk to the loo. At home she had a shot at returning to her bed before she had woken up too much to drift back to sleep- if it was just a wee she needed. Here there was no chance of that at all. Part of her longed for medieval times, when she could have simply slipped a chamberpot under her bed without being considered a sociopath.
The other consequence of living in the attic was that she had to get dressed every time she woke up wanting the loo in the night. Gone were the days of just pulling a big t-shirt on for her toilet trip, or even sneaking to the bathroom naked if she was in the mood for it. That wasn’t an option here. Getting caught was unlikely, and yet the risk was still there, and it was a risk she wasn’t willing to take. Sophie had already gotten used to walking around without a bra on, but Abbie knew it would be a while yet- if ever- before she felt comfortable letting her new housemates see her in any stage of undress. She almost wondered if she was silly to feel that way- after all, nobody was making a secret out of her identity as a trans woman, and none of them had yet given her any reason to think that they had any problem with that salient fact. Her reasons were far more internal than that. She just didn’t feel ready yet. Getting comfortable with her own body had been hard enough- still was hard enough, in a lot of ways. Abbie didn’t feel like sharing it with her new friends yet. Not that she would dream of begrudging any of them their own freedom, though.
And so she would drag herself out of bed at some point each morning, and then would come the next shitty part of the morning pee routine: finding some clothes to yank on so she could go and take that much-needed leak. Usually it was whatever laundry-ready crap she had left on the floor the night before. This morning that wasn’t much of an option: unfolding and yanking on a pair of denim dungarees while badly needing a wee seemed to her to be counterproductive at best, dangerous at worst. So she went instead to her cupboard and fished out a baggy top and loose-fitting pair of bottoms. She didn’t much see the need for underwear- they covered everything from neck to ankles as extensively as any outfit she owned. Slipping on the bottoms, but careful not to tie the cord too snug in case it put pressure on her bladder, Abbie grabbed her phone from her nightstand, slipped it in one of her loose pockets and headed out of the room.
She was aware, although she’d never admit it, that she didn’t walk especially naturally when she needed to relieve herself quite a lot. Her paces were smaller but her steps more frequent, allowing her to keep the pressure up between her thighs, and her hips bounced slightly. Some people had called it jiggling, others dancing, others squirming. But Abbie had done it ever since she was little, and it was one of a few habits from her childhood she’d never grown out of. Her mother used to call it a wee-wee walk, and even at twenty years of age Abbie still found it impossible to think of it by any other name. All she cared about in moments like this was that it helped her hold it. If she happened to come into the eyeline of any of the others, she’d have to force herself to walk normally, but until then it was a valuable aid.
Despite her preoccupation with her bursting bladder, Abigail couldn’t help noticing that Sophie’s bedroom door was open. While that wasn’t unusual for Sophie, she hadn’t expected the girl up yet. She hoped to find her in the kitchen, or maybe hanging out with Molly in the lounge, rather than occupying the toilet that Abbie so dearly needed. As she pressed on down the stairs, the impact of her feet falling lower and lower with each step did nothing to help her situation. She thought back to the night before, remembering for the first time that morning how some of the girls had snuck off to relieve themselves in the willow dome in the park. Abbie had stayed behind, not out of pride or shyness, but simply because she hadn’t needed to go at the time. If she’d been walking down that path in the dark right then, she’d have been all too grateful to nip into the shelter of the dome, pull down her waistband and let it flow. She reached down and squeezed her crotch for a few seconds, hoping to take some of the pressure away. No such luck.
She passed Carmen’s room. The door was on the latch, whereas when they’d gone to bed the night before, the Spaniard had certainly shut it all the way, and even turned the lock. Amira’s door was closed, but it looked like Chloe and Molly had both already headed downstairs. All the doors in the house were the same: not heavy enough to close all the way without a push from a resident. Already, bad images were starting to form in Abigail’s head. What if there was a queue? She could probably hold it for a few minutes, but any longer than that? Abbie didn’t have accidents. She hadn’t since she was a toddler- at least, very rarely. Then again, she’d never lived with five other women before, especially after a night of heavy drinking. Chances are some of them will need more than just a quick leak, she thought, shuddering. By the time she started descending the second flight of stairs, she was really starting to worry what she might find at the bottom.
Her concerns weren’t soothed by the sounds of voices chattering away in what sounded like the kitchen. She couldn’t make out the words, but there were at least two people there- Molly and Chloe. Eventually, Abbie reached the ground floor, more eager now than ever to get to somewhere where she could relieve herself. Then came another voice- unmistakably Carmen’s, her Spanish accent impossible to misplace. Thoroughly dreading what she might see, Abbie rounded the corner and headed down the corridor towards the kitchen.
The first thing she spotted was the closed kitchen door. It was like checking her bank balance in the full knowledge that it was empty, holding out a last bit of hope that there might be something left in there and then being hit with that additional wave of disappointment when she saw that she did indeed possess just sixty-three pence. Not only was the door closed all the way, but there were three women gathered in the kitchen as if they were attending a secret meeting.
Her eyes were drawn right away to Chloe, who apparently hadn’t been able to find a top that morning. She stood by the kitchen table, boobs hanging out on full display, barefoot. Abbie was surprised and a little bemused when the first thing she noticed was that Chloe’s nipples, which were bigger than most she’d seen, were rock-hard. On a cold Manchester morning, that was hardly a surprise.
Beside her stood Carmen, who somehow still managed to look annoyingly gorgeous even when it was abundantly clear that she’d literally climbed out of bed five minutes ago. Wrapped tight in a red nightgown, her cleavage left little to the imagination. Her left leg was crossed firmly over her right where she stood, as if in some imitation of a princess learning manners; that pose had caused her gown to slip a little and expose the side of her left bumcheek, which was as smooth and rich as the rest of her skin.
Then there was Molly. She was by far the most dressed of the three women already in the kitchen, donning a purple t-shirt over what looked like some hastily pulled-on jeans. Abigail had never seen Molly like this, before she put on her punk-girl make-up. Without it, she looked almost younger. She was leaning against the counter, either unaware or uncaring that there was no missing the hard little lumps that poked out from her chest through her thin top.
For Abbie, these weren’t things worth feeling embarrassed about. She’d always had a fairly pragmatic approach to the human body- at least, to other people’s bodies. Boobs were boobs and butts were butts, and it didn’t often bother her. She remembered the first time she’d seen Sophie topless only a few days ago. Abbie had been heading down from her room and she’d passed Sophie on the landing, who was coming back from a shower with a towel wrapped only around her bottom half. The tall girl had looked at Abbie as if daring her to say something, but Abbie had thought nothing of it. So seeing these three girls here in various stages of undress wasn’t a problem. There was something else about the scene that made her uneasy.
“Hey,” she said, joining the trio in the kitchen, “is it Sophie or Amira in there?”
“It’s Sophie,” Carmen told her, “she’s throwing up a lot”.
“Ah”. Abbie couldn’t think of much else to say to that, so she said nothing. Fortunately, Chloe was on hand to move things along.
“You need the loo, Abbie?” she asked, not unkindly.
“Yeah,” Abbie admitted, not seeing the point in denying it, “I woke up really wanting a wee, so here I am”.
“Urgh, I hate waking up desperate,” Chloe said, “me and Carmen both need a number two, so it’s even worse”.
“What about you, Molly?” Abbie probed.
“Oh, I won’t need that for a while yet,” she said, “I just really gotta piss”. Whether to emphasise her point or totally subconsciously, she slowly folded one leg over the other where she stood.
“Well, I guess I’ll join the line, then,” Abbie said, “it’s like we’re a club”.
“Yeah, the Sunday Morning Toilet Club,” Molly said with a laugh, “I can imagine we’ll be having a lot of meetings”. |
Chapter Six
The Club
"There are places I'll remember,
All my life, though some have changed"
- The Beatles
In the dream, Amira was on the toilet.
Except it wasn’t the toilet in her new house. Instead, she was sitting in the bathroom at the home she grew up in in Birmingham, a spacious room covered in immaculately polished tiles and modern artwork that she’d never been able to make sense of. She knew this room like the back of her hand, knew it better than any other room she’d set foot in that didn’t contain a bed. Here she’d spent hours that probably accumulated into weeks of her life. Here she had sat down to empty her bladder more times than she would ever be able to count, a number that she had estimated not too long before to be at around fifteen thousand. Here she had waited patiently for her bowels to produce something before bedtime, or painfully strained until whatever was blocking her up finally came out, or collapsed in a moment of barely-made-it bliss before diarrhoea exploded out of her like lava.
This was the room where she had urinated, not only in the toilet but in the shower and- more times than she’d care to admit- in the bathtub, too. Here she’d tackled the overwhelming majority of the periods she’d gotten since she was a teenager, spent hours shaving and plucking every stray hair on her body, brushed her teeth twice a day almost every day. Besides her bedroom, there was no other place she preferred to sneak off to when she wanted to masturbate. And, on those rare occasions when she hadn’t quite reached the loo in time, it was more often than not this room to which she would retreat, waddling, to do her best to clean off, preferably before her mother saw.
In the dream, she was on the toilet. She was naked, her nipples protruding erect from her breasts. This was unusual, for her. She’d dreamt about a lot of things, but nudity and sex had never been among them. Amira had sat through many a conversation, at a party or a sleepover, where her peers would giggle about their dirtiest dreams. And she’d never had any stories to tell. So, in the dream, her nudity was more than a little disconcerting. She saw the way her belly stuck out and wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
Then, though, she saw past it all- past her bare boobs, past the stomach she’d always wanted to shrink, past the patch of pitch-black pubic hair that coated her mound. She looked past it all and into the toilet bowl. She was peeing. More than that: she was gushing, a forceful waterfall of piss that kept pouring from between her legs and into the yellow water below. But it didn’t feel like she was peeing. If she hadn’t looked down, she would surely not have noticed. It looked like she was-
All at once Amira was aware of two things: she was awake. And she needed a wee. Badly.
The dream was half gone from her memory by the time she opened her eyes and had all vanished when her feet hit the bedroom floor. She moved mechanically, driven in her sleepiness by pure habit more than anything else. This was an instinct that life had given her: when she woke up needing the toilet, she never wasted any time in rising, because it was crucial to get to there before either of her two sisters did. Once Zaina or Malika locked themselves in the house’s single bathroom, it could be half an hour before that door clicked open and Amira could rush in, usually with her trousers already unbuttoned in anticipation. It was a good idea to take care of any urgent business before her sisters were up.
She yanked on a pair of pyjama bottoms and a top and just had time to glance at the clock- 10:41- before she nipped out of her bedroom and down the stairs. Even over the sound of her footsteps on the creaking wood, she could hear voices coming from the kitchen long before she reached the bottom. Her bladder did not care for the stresses walking placed on it one bit, and especially not as she descended to the ground floor. But she managed it, and from there it took Amira a matter of seconds to arrive into a kitchen that was- to her dismay- already full.
“Bonjour,” Abigail said sleepily, barely looking up as the last of her housemates arrived.
Amira glanced at the bathroom door- closed all the way. Even in her groggy state, she didn’t need long to work out that Sophie was in there. Everyone else was standing in the kitchen, ranging from fully clothed to barely dressed. “Who’s in the queue for the loo?” she asked, hoping to hear that it wasn’t long to wait.
“Everyone,” Molly said bitterly. She was wearing a tee that was to modesty what a sieve was to rainwater collection. Even standing next to a completely topless Chloe, Amira thought it was a tight-run call as to whose nipples were more on display.
“Okay, not the news I was hoping for,” she admitted, “you know those mornings when you wake up feeling like you almost wet the bed?” She paused long enough for everyone to nod, then continued: “that was me two minutes ago. My bladder feels like someone ran a bath in it”.
“It’s not like Sophie to lock the door,” Carmen said, concern evident in her voice.
“It’s not like Sophie to close the door,” Amira agreed, “is she throwing up in there?”
Chloe nodded. “She said she’ll be out as soon as she can. I didn’t want to rush her, but I’m absolutely dying for a poo”.
“Are you first in line?”
Chloe nodded. “Yeah, I got down here maybe fifteen minutes ago. I only woke up ‘cause my mum rang me, but right away I knew it was bad”.
“Then it’s me,” Carmen said, blushing, “please ignore the smell”.
Instinctively- how could she not?- Amira sniffed the air once, and got a whiff of it right away: farts were fresh in the room, the kind she’d long since associated with those desperate hangover dumps. She couldn’t help wincing at the odour, but laughed anyway.
“Wow, that’s bad,” she said, “you must be really desperate”.
“To be fair, some of that was me,” Chloe confessed. That earned her a warm smile from Carmen, if nothing else. The Spanish girl’s gown looked as though it had come somewhat unravelled- perhaps from the way she was squirming where she stood- and her cleavage left little to the imagination.
“So who’s next?”
“I am”. This was Molly, leaning against the worktop by the sink, one leg bent unnaturally like a ballet dancer taking a break mid-routine, “I feel like I’m gonna piss myself”.
“Same,” Abbie groaned. She was the only one sitting down, but now that Amira got closer she saw that those slim legs were crossed in her chair. One hand gripped the side of the seat tightly.
“Okay, I’m sure we can work this out!” Amira said. Working things out was her go-to. She’d never been good at panic and disorder. Talking was the only way she knew how to solve problems. Quickly, she went to the bathroom door and knocked as gently as she could.
“Soph, you okay?” she called.
There was a pause. Leaning in with her ear, she heard what sounded like someone spitting into the toilet bowl. Then came the muffled reply.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Sophie mumbled, her voice sounding meek.
“Okay, great,” Amira said, “any chance you could let us in? Everyone really needs the loo”.
“Shit, sorry! I’ll try and hurry-“ she was cut off, though, by more retching. Amira winced again and turned back to the others, waiting and watching expectantly.
“She’ll be out in a minute,” Amira said quietly. Her eyes were drawn to Chloe, who was clearly not okay. None of them looked comfortable, but the blonde girl was taking things worse than anyone. She was bouncing frantically on the spot, tiny, frenetic up-and-down movements. One hand was reaching behind her absently. Amira couldn’t see it, but she imagined it was squeezing Chloe’s cheeks, trying whatever it took to hold it. She must’ve been busting if there had been no time to even find a bra. Her expression looked more than just worried: she was scared. And that scared Amira. But she couldn’t let that show. She needed to change the subject, try anything to take their minds off it… and nothing came to mind.
“God, I haven’t had to piss so bad in ages,” Molly cursed. Her punk-chic persona had gone completely out the window in her desperation. It was a strange and fascinating thing, to Amira, how such different people could become so similar when all they could think about was not going to the toilet on themselves. Then again, there was never much chance of keeping up false pretences from the ladies you lived with. She was learning that already- all of them were.
“I haven’t had to piss so bad since last night,” Carmen said. The word piss sounded strange in her accent, or perhaps it just felt strange to Amira because she hadn’t heard the vulgar term from her friend before, “in the park, I almost wet my pants”.
“Nah, this is worse than that, for me,” Molly countered, “I seriously don’t know how much longer I can hold it, guys”.
“It’s not long now,” Amira encouraged her, “Sophie will be out soon. Chloe’s first, right?”
They all looked to Chloe, but the girl had gone silent and still. She just shook her head. It looked as though she had almost forgotten the others were there.
“It’s too late,” Chloe said quietly. She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was hoping she could wish herself somewhere else. Her face was a grimace of effort.
“What do you mean?” Amira asked. She took a step closer to her friend, but some instinct stopped her from approaching.
Chloe gasped, a heaving sob of air. “Not gonna make it”.
“You can! You almost have!” Amira was barely focusing on the fact that her thighs were locked together, kept apart only by the thin fabric of her pyjama bottoms, or the way her knees were wiggling automatically. In that second she was so worried for the girl across the room that she forgot she was on the verge of flooding her bottoms.
“No, I can’t,” Chloe moaned, “I’m sorry. It’s…”
She didn’t need to finish the sentence, didn’t need to say the words coming out, because everyone in the room heard it. Without meaning to, they each chose that moment to go completely silent. And so the only sound that filled the room was of Chloe, standing there with nothing covering her top half, filling her pants. It was a soft, wet fart that seemed to go on forever coupled with the sludgy squishing of her tracksuit bottoms being pushed away.
“Fuck! Shit, it's happening,” she groaned. Instinctively, her arms came up and crossed over her breasts, covering her nipples, as if she was shielding herself. Her cheeks flushed the deepest red Amira had ever seen. And- and Amira was sure this had to be unconscious- she bent over slightly, like her body wanted her to push it all out and get it over with. “I’m so sorry. I’m trying to stop it. Please don’t look at me, I’m sorry,” Chloe babbled. But nobody could look away. They all knew it could easily be them in the same boat. The smell was there now, too, heavy and fresh. Amira had known Chloe was in serious need of getting to bathroom. She had had no idea, though, that the woman was so close to an accident.
A tear rolled down Chloe’s left cheek, and that was enough for Amira. She went to her and wrapped her arms around the blonde girl’s shoulders. She had never been able to stand and watch her friends get upset.
“It’s okay, Chlo,” she said, hugging her tightly, “it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen to everyone. Just try your best and you can go and finish up when Sophie comes out”.
Chloe shook her head and sniffled, wiping the tears from one eye.
“No, that’s silly. It’s Carmen’s turn, she needs it more than me”.
“Are you sure?” Carmen asked, eyes betraying her eagerness. She was holding her bum with both hands, Amira noticed.
“Yeah, go. No use in both of us pooing ourselves,” Chloe said. She was trying to make light of it already, Amira thought. That was a good sign, and impressive. Most people wouldn’t be ready to joke about something like this for weeks. From this angle she could get a look over Chloe's shoulder and what she saw shocked her: a huge bulge protruded in the back of her sweatpants, stretching the fabric. It had been more than an urgent dump- it had been an enormous one. Amira would never have guessed that Chloe could even do a poo that big.
The bathroom door clicked open at long last and, agonisingly slowly, it creaked open to let Sophie out. She froze for a second as she worked out what had happened, then rushed over to Chloe. The guilt was evident on her face.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled into Chloe’s ear, “I had no idea it was that desperate”.
Chloe reassured her that it was okay as Carmen dashed gratefully towards the toilet. Just before the girl went inside, though, Molly’s voice stopped her.
“Carmen,” she said solemnly. The Spanish woman looked up, hand wedged between her buttcheeks, face red. “Please hurry”.
Carmen nodded and disappeared into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her. |
Some time ago I began working on a series of desperation stories based on the lovely ladies from the world of The Witcher, this is the most recent episode in that! I can only hope it was worth the wait, as I know it has taken a while between each part. Before I begin, a few notes, firstly, I previously stated that Yennefer was next to be the subject, however as the story has flowed, it makes more sense for this to take place first, but don't worry she'll get her turn! Secondly, this one is a little 'hornier' than the others, its not the full focus by any means but it is there, so if that's not your thing, be warned and feel free to skip those parts. Now, on with the show!
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As the red haired sorceress commonly known as Triss Merigold awoke with a yawn and a stretch she became aware of two things.
One, she had had more than her fair share of ale and wine last night, and two, that she was not alone in the room.
A moment of tension passed as she stared across the room, wondering who was in the other bed by the window. To her relief, as the sleeping figure turned slightly the blanket fell away to a different position revealing that it was only her dear friend and fellow sorceress Yennefer who had taken the spare bed in her chambers here at Kaer Morhen.
Triss sighed, comfortable again as she lay back into the soft bed, relaxing momentarily.
Unfortunately for Triss, her comfort only lasted for a moment as she realised her body was firmly requesting the two things she usually started her day with. Those two things being, in no uncertain terms, a wee and a wank.
Well, a wank was out of the question, Triss thought to herself, she couldn’t do that with someone else in her room, especially not Yen. She would just have to hold off until she could get some privacy later, as hard as that would be. A wee on the other hand was more possible, but in her tired and hungover state rising from her bed and making the long trek to the privy was also undesirable, at least for now. There was possibly a chamber pot somewhere in the room, but she did not yet have the strength to search for one, and even if she did, she couldn’t use it in front of Yen, sleeping or not!
Triss shook her head to try and clear such thoughts from her mind and to fall back to sleep, but it was no use. I’ve spoilt myself back home, she realised, weeing and wanking every morning and now my body wants both, urgently. She tried, and failed to stop visions arising, of herself back in her private chambers at home, her toes curling and moaning aloud as her fingers danced around inside her underclothes as she brought herself over the edge of ecstasy again and again, and of herself taking her many morning pisses, some more urgent and fiercer than others, but all deliciously relieving and highly pleasant feeling.
Shaking her head once more, Triss lay back and cast a simple relaxation cantrip on herself, nothing too strenuous or dangerous, just enough to comfort her back to sleep…
Triss’s sleep was not as relaxing as she had hoped however, filled with dreams related to her body’s needs in the waking world.
One moment she found herself back in her private chambers, mounting one of her favourite courtiers. She slid him into her, and bounced upon his hardness, her round large rear jiggling furiously as she relished in the feeling until she was about to scream in release, until suddenly that vision was snatched from her to be replaced by another of a less pleasant nature.
In this one she found herself rushing through a crowded busy town, desperately searching for somewhere, anywhere that she could release her waters. She hurried towards a privy behind an inn, but found a line of 50 similarly desperate women wriggling and bouncing on the spot. Knowing there was no way she could last that long Triss turned away and she hurried down an alley, only to be greeted by a line of men and women already relieving themselves in every available spot.
Crossing one leg over the other as tightly as she could, her firm ass wiggling from side to side, Triss scanned the alley hoping to find a vacant spot, but there was no luck to be had. Every time she thought she saw somewhere free, another person immediately took it and began weeing a flood.
Here a busty blonde courtesan mumbled ‘bursting, bursting, bursting’ to herself as she pulled her skirts out of the way before unleashing her bladder in a low squat. Across the way a tall merchant with a shaved head hurriedly rushed into another spot, barely getting his penis from his robes in time to squirt furiously against the side of a building. Next to him a gang of squires from the guard tower were similarly painting the walls with their own personal hoses, groaning in relief as they did so. Further down still a trio of well dressed ladies writhed and squirmed and stepped on the spot, their legs crossing around themselves and their rears swaying this way and that as they fought to escape their dresses and one by one join the parade of peeing.
Triss squeezed her crotch as tightly as she could, fearing she would burst any second, and just as suddenly as it began, her dream was over and she was awake in her own room in Kaer Morhen again.
Just as they had in her dream, Triss’s hands flew to her crotch, squeezing her vagina tightly to stem the flood that threatened more than ever to burst forth.
‘Ooohhh privvy privvy privvy!’ Triss groaned scrunching her face in desperation as she fought back the waves of urgency.
‘I do hope you aren’t doing what I think you’re doing!’ Declared a voice from across the room. Yen was awake.
Triss jolted, hands flying away from her crotch in shock, ‘Wha-what do you think I’m doing?’ She asked nervously.
‘Well, it looks, to put it frankly,’ Said Yen sitting up and looking at her like a disappointed mother, ‘Like you were, well, having a… well, a...wank? And by the look and sound of things like you were very close to finishing it!’
Triss felt her cheeks burning in embarrassment, ‘No I was not!’ She declared, suddenly realising that Yen was topless and trying to keep her eyes away from her large pale breasts.
‘Oh really!’ Said Yen indignantly, her chest bouncing, ‘Then what were you doing?’
‘Nothing!’ Triss said, her face flushing redder still as she tried and failed to keep her eye contact with Yen
Yen scoffed, ‘Oh come on Triss, we both spent far too much time in the girls dormitory back then to not know what self pleasure looks like, and look you can’t keep your eyes off my chest! But things are different now!’
‘I need to piss!’ Triss declared suddenly, stopping Yen’s words in their tracks.
Yen frowned, ‘You what? Oh...oh I see...sorry about that...well uh, go ahead I won’t look.’
Now it was Triss’s turn to be confused, ‘What do you mean?’
Yen smirked, ‘Well, I’ve known you long enough to know your limits, and you’ll never make it to the privvy as desperate as you are, so just go, there’s a chamber pot under your bed.’
Triss weighed her options, it was true the privvy was far, possibly too far, but the embarrassment of going in front of Yen like this… ‘Promise you won’t look?’ Triss said as she rose from the bed, her silk night gown doing very little to hide her curves.
‘Of course! It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve gone in front of each other anyway...’ Yen said turning away and instead looking out the window.
‘That was different! But thank you.’ Triss groaned as she crouched down and retrieved the chamber pot from its hiding place, wincing as she did so at the added pressure to her swollen bladder.
Standing again, Triss placed the chamber pot in front of her, lifted her gown and pulled down her small clothes. She squatted, ready for the relief she had been waiting for when suddenly the chamber pot moved of its own accord, just out of her range.
‘What on earth!’ Exclaimed Triss.
‘I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself!’ Yen laughed from the bed.
Triss looked up and saw Yen watching her via the window’s reflection, her left hand glowing slightly, casting the spell that caused the chamber pot to move.
‘Not funny!’ Triss declared angrily standing up again and pulling her smallclothes back over her.
‘Oh it is!’ Laughed Yen, ‘You nearly washed the floor!’
Triss twitched, hand straying toward her quivering vagina, ‘Choose your words more carefully please.’ She asked reaching for the chamberpot once more, before it again darted away from her.
‘Oh sorry, did I nearly make you tinkle your gown?’ Yen smirked.
Triss crossed her legs, her hand glued to her crotch as she bent over, her barely covered rear wiggling in desperation and her large breasts threatening to spill over the top of her gown. ‘I’m serious!’
‘Is the great sorceress Triss Merigold really about to piddle her panties?’ Yen asked her spare hand rising to her mouth in mock surprise.
‘If you don’t give me the chamberpot we’ll find out!’ Triss begged as she bounced on the spot.
Suddenly the chamberpot flew back across the room into the perfect position right underneath Triss.
‘Oh very well, if you must spoil the fun!’ Said Yen in faux annoyance. ‘Go ahead...let it all out.’
‘Thank you thank you thank you,’ breathed Triss as she pulled her small clothes back down, hovered over the chamberpot and let loose a fierce burst of relief.
‘Ohhhhh’ Moaned Tris, her eyes half lidding as her face took on a look of ecstasy and relief as she continued to pee and pee and pee with no sign of stopping.
Yen rose to her feet, twitching her hips a little more than would be normal as she put her clothes back on, ‘Enjoy your relief!’ She declared making for the door.
‘Where are you going?’ Triss asked, still flooding the chamberpot with her much needed morning wee.
Yen laughed as she pulled the door open and walked through, ‘The privvy! You going has set me off!’
Triss watched the door close, ‘The door was one thing…. But I’m definitely going to get you back now.’ She murmured to herself as she continued to drain herself of all her pent up need. |
It was a beautiful spring day. Tabby didn’t have to work, so she decided to take a long walk. She had read an article in the paper about a new botanical garden that had opened near the center of town. It was supposed to have lots of rare plants and cool decorations. So she decided she would check it out. It was a warm day, so she tossed a couple of water bottles in her purse and headed out. As she walked, she smiled at the cute guys who would wave to her. She was a pretty girl, not very tall, but with a curvy body. She often joked with her friends that her butt was magic, that it could make men do anything she wanted. She was wearing jean shorts and a dark blue tank top that rested snug over her ample bosom. She had a bit of a stomach, but she was hardly what you'd call fat. Because of the heat, she had decided to put her dirty blond hair up in a ponytail, which swung back and forth as she walked.
It was about a thirty minute walk from her house to the gardens. By the time she arrived, she had finished her first bottle of water. She was taken aback by the beauty of the gardens. Not only did it look nice, but it smelled heavenly. She began sipping from her second bottle as she explored the gardens. Inside, it smelled even better and looked even more beautiful. Any flower you could think of, they had them. Violets, orchids, impatiens, lilies of the valley… the list went on and on. As she explored, she continued to drink her water, almost absentmindedly, distracted by the beauty around her. She was so in love with the gardens, she almost wanted to stay forever. She could be the Princess of the Gardens, she thought with a smile. She would create a flowing dress out of the many different kinds of flowers the gardens had to offer. She would sit up on a tree branch, surveying her kingdom from on high. She would wear a rose petal in her hair and visitors to the garden would admire her beauty as well as the garden’s…
Tabby was woken from her lovely daydream by a feeling of pressure in her bladder. She hadn’t been paying attention, and she had drank two whole bottles of water without using the bathroom. Groaning to herself, she knew she had to find a ladies room, before her need got too bad. But it was a funny thing. She had wandered so deep into the garden that now she wasn’t sure how to get out. As she wandered, she smelled something odd. She couldn’t place the fragrance, it was like no flower she had ever smelled before. But it’s scent was intoxicating.
Temporarily forgetting about her need to pee, she decided to follow the smell, wanting to get closer to the source of the aroma. She was unaware that she was wandering deeper into the garden, she wanted to get more of this scent. Her bladder continued to fill, but she was unaware, at least at first, of the increasingly urgent signals being sent to her brain. As she followed her nose, her right hand unconsciously pressed against her crotch, the first real sign that her mind was at least partly aware of her body's needs. But her main focus was finding the source of the mysterious smell. She heard something in the distance, a faint pattering. The smell was very strong now. She kept walking towards the sound, as it got louder and more distinct. It was the sound of running water. Tabby squeezed her legs together, the sound of water causing her need to bubble to the surface. She leaned forward, now holding herself with both hands. She was acutely aware of the heavy fullness in her lower tummy, as her bladder pressed against the walls of her stomach. And yet the smell was still so strong and she wanted, no, needed more of it. In fact, the smell and her need to pee were connected, something she was unaware of. Giving her crotch one last squeeze, she pressed on another couple of feet. Although she was desperate to pee, she would not deny herself more of this wonderful smell.
She kept walking and soon discovered, hidden behind a large growth of purple and pink flowers, a huge stone fountain. A massive spray of water was coming from the center, it was like a waterfall. The sight of all that water was almost too much for her bladder. She felt a drop or two escape before she got herself under control. Grabbing her crotch, she looked at her surroundings. There were more of the purple and pink flowers surrounding the fountain. Judging by how strong the fragrance was now, Tabby concluded that the flowers were the source. She noticed there were many statues, all nudes, male and female. Whoever designed these statues had a thing for people peeing, she thought. All the male statues were positioned standing, aiming their penises as if urinating into the fountain. And the females were all squatting over the side of the basin, like they were peeing as well. Then she noticed that some of the statues actually WERE peeing. They were erotic fountain statues! Despite her desperate condition, Tabby was fascinated. Someone had designed these statues to look as if they were peeing, to the point that some were actually pissing fountains! Examining one of the women, she noticed that she had a peaceful, relieved expression her face. Some of the peeing males also looked quite content, while other statues simply wore generic smiles.
Tabby was staring at a particular female statue, she wasn't sure if the woman was just very relieved, or if she was having an orgasm. Suddenly, she shifted her weight, as her bladder released another drop. She squeezed her thighs together, but it wasn't helping. The pressure was too strong. The sound of water and all the urinating fountains around her was getting to be too much. She needed to pee so badly now, it was only a matter of time. She thrust both hands between her legs, pressing them as far into her vagina as she could. She was about to burst and yet... she didn't want to leave this place. After all, the statues all looked quite content here. But she had to go so desperately. Another spasm shot through her bladder, causing her to fall backwards, just narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the stone basin. She felt another drop escape and knew that she was about to lose control...
"Just pee here."
Tabby's head whipped around and back and forth, looking for the source of the voice. She had heard that, right?
"It's ok. Pee here. With us."
Tabby couldn't think straight. Her bladder was threatening to pop like a balloon, while the aroma from the flowers was wrapping around her brain, engulfing her mind in a fog. All unimportant thoughts were being vaporized, as the idea of peeing here was starting to sound pretty good to her. She didn't want to leave this wonderful garden and even if she did, she wouldn't make it far before she lost control and pissed herself. But was it really ok? She looked at one of the female statues, as if asking permission. To her amazement, she heard a voice in her head answer her.
“Join us. Join us in eternal bliss.”
Tabby's eyes seemed to glaze over. She was completely spellbound. Without thinking about, she began to quickly remove her clothes. There was no reason to remove her shirt or bra, or her sandals. It just felt right. Like it was almost sacrilegious to wear clothing here. Rid of her clothes, Tabby climbed into the side of the basin. As she did, her discarded clothes simply vanished. She squatted down, facing towards the basin, and relaxed. She smiled as the urine flowed out of her and into the basin. It felt amazing and she didn't want it to ever end. She wished she could simply stay here forever, peeing in this beautiful garden.
"Wish granted."
Tabby felt a tingle beginning in her toes and moving into her feet and through the rest of her body. Her toes began to calcify, become cold and numb. As the feeling worked it's way into her feet, she looked down and was surprised to see that her feet had turned gray, like marble. She was turning into stone! But she wasn't scared. Quite the contrary, she realized she was getting exactly what she wanted. She really could spend eternity peeing in the garden. She felt the cold, heavy numbness work its way into her legs, which became a pair of stone columns. Next, she felt her butt turning into stone, while at the same time, so did her sex. But despite being solid stone from the waist down, she continued to pee, with no sign of stopping. However, her urine became clear, turning into pure water. But luckily, the feeling of relief not only remained intact, it intensified as her vagina petrified. The process continued upwards, turning her tummy into solid marble, then making two large globes out of her breasts. Her hands, resting on her lap, became forever frozen there, as did her arms and shoulders. As it moved up her neck, she smiled. She was moments away from becoming an eternal fountain, forever urinating fresh water into the basin. She let out one last moan of contentment, just as her face became frozen in stone. Her long unkempt hair was the last thing to freeze, as she was now a very permanent, erotic, pissing stone statue. Despite now being merely an inanimate objects, she could still feel sensations, namely the pure pleasure of urinating.
"Welcome child. We hope you will be happy here."
Tabby was in a state of bliss, among friends, brothers and sisters who had also followed the smell and were rewarded for doing so. She could forget her troubles and remain here forever, happily peeing into the basin. She belonged to the garden now, another beautiful piece of art... |
The wind outside howled, carrying the autumn leaves down the street. It was a quiet, overcast day. The sun barely peeked through the clouds, and there was a pleasant kind of chill in the air - not biting, but not soft enough to be gentle. It was the kind of weather that invited people to stay indoors, or if they were outdoors, to wear an oversized hoodie and toast marshmallows. It was the weather, in most people's eyes, of comfort. There was a house on this street with two inhabitants, boyfriend and girlfriend. It wasn't particularly large, though it did have two stories. 'Cozy' might have been the best word to describe it. At the moment, only one of the two was awake. He had slept in because it was Saturday, and trudged groggily downstairs in his pajamas. He was slightly muscular, though not to an excess degree, and he had a face that seemed kindly no matter which angle you looked at it from. His hair was a faded brown color, his eyes a shade of hazel somewhere between brown and gold. As he entered the kitchen, he gazed out the window, assessing the weather.
"Well, James," he said to himself, "looks like it's that kind of day."
He smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkling. He reached for two packets of hot chocolate powder and started making them. His girlfriend, Jen, was still asleep in bed upstairs. After the coffee machine was finished, he put the cups on a tray, climbed back upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed, weighing it down a bit. He looked over at Jen's quiet visage. She had long hair that was mostly dark brown with streaks of light brown scattered throughout, olive skin, large eyes, and a small nose. She was wearing a thin, loose-fitting green pajama shirt and light grey pants.
"Morning, love," he said as she rolled over, tangling her hair over her face.
"G'mrbing," she mumbled, her face squished into the pillow.
"I brought you hot chocolate."
She rolled back over and positively beamed, her eyes still halfway closed.
"Give it here."
James handed her one of the chocolates, which drank through in barely a few seconds.
Jen, doing her best Thor voice, said,
"I like it! Another!"
James smiled a bit and looked at the hot chocolate he had made for himself. Then he handed it over to her.
She was sitting completely upright now, holding the second cup of hot chocolate with both her hands. She sipped intently on it.
"Why'd you bring me this?"
"'Cuz it's cold. And I like you, that too," he added as an afterthought.
Jen climbed out of bed and walked downstairs, followed by James.
"Hey, I think we should do your favorite thing today," he said.
"What would that be?" inquired Jen.
"Y'know, pajama day, cuddle and watch a movie or two."
"How do you know me so well?"
Jen smiled at James a bit flirtatiously.
"It's not like we live together or anything," joked James.
The living room in this house was more an extension of the kitchen that happened to have carpeting. There was a couch and a computer connected to a TV. The computer streamed movies from a media server James had created, and he was quite proud of it. On one side of the couch there was a small table with Jen's array of plants, which she was quite proud of.
"I'm getting a fuzzy blanket and sitting on the couch. I get to be the big spoon," announced James.
"Okay, gotta do my morning pee first," responded Jen, who was about to enter the bathroom.
"Well, movie's starting in two minutes, if you're not here I'm picking without you!"
"Hey! We are not watching another documentary about Victorian architecture." Jen rushed back over to the couch and sat down on it, curled up with her knees to her chin.
"How about the deep sea?" asked James.
"Yeah, that's pretty cool. Alright, I'm lying down, but I get first dibs on the bathroom when this is over."
James pulled the blanket over her shoulders, wrapped his arms around her and laid himself behind her in a similar position. He twirled a bit of her hair, then clasped his hands together over her stomach. David Attenborough's voice rang out from the speakers. The couple was warm and content, and mesmerized by the bizarre creatures of a thousand leagues dancing on the screen in front of them. After a few minutes, Jen shifted her weight a bit. James knew what that meant, and he cuddled up closer to her. The documentary passed slowly, covering the topics of deep sea vents, migration patterns of fish, and the evolutionary advantages of translucent skin.
Jen squirmed a little more. She turned her head over to look at James with her deep brown eyes.
"How much longer?" she questioned innocently.
"Forever," mumbled James.
"Well, I think the hot chocolate's gone through my system. I really gotta go!"
"I'd like it if you stayed here for the rest of the show. Just the two of us, curled up together."
"I can hold it a little longer..." she admitted.
James tucked his head to the side of hers, so it leaned over her shoulder, and whispered in her ear.
"You know what I want to happen, but try to hold on. Big girls don't have accidents."
Jen realized what he meant, and her complexion darkened with embarrassment. Then she smiled, relieved to know that she wouldn't be judged for what would happen later.
"I'm getting some popcorn," announced James.
"Should I take a potty break?" Jen responded.
"You can hold it."
Jen fake-pouted but continued to lie on the couch while James made the popcorn. Eventually, he made his way back over and resumed his position.
"Here, turn your head, that way I can feed popcorn to you."
The two of them under the blanket continued to watch the movie, with James putting popcorn in Jen's mouth every once in a while. For about five minutes, they sat in silence.
"I'm kinda thirsty now," said Jen.
"You want something with caffeine? That way you don't fall asleep?"
"Mhm," replied Jen.
"I'll get you some tea."
"Get back here fast! I like you hugging me."
James poured the tea carefully and added some honey.
"Oh, I can't take that sound!" Jen exclaimed, referring to the tea being poured.
"You'll make it."
Jen moaned and put one of her hands between her legs. James clambered back onto the couch, and positioned himself behind her. He put his hand over hers.
"Ohh. Tea now, please!"
With her free hand, Jen received the glass from James, raised it to her lips, and drank from it. She could feel James' heartbeat behind hers. It just felt so nice to be in a comfortable position, under a fuzzy blanket with someone who cared about her. James patted her hand and then moved his hands back to the clasped position over her stomach. The next ten minutes were fairly uneventful. Then the documentary ended.
"Hah! I made it!" said Jen, who tried to get up.
"Not just yet, miss." James' arms were still around her, and she couldn't fully stand.
"Lie back down."
She was excited but a little nervous.
"I drank a whole bottle of water before I went to bed last night plus everything this morning. Omigosh I gotta peee!"
She sank back into the cushions, now holding herself with both hands.
"Help me hold?"
She made her best puppy dog eyes.
James smirked a bit.
"What if I do this instead?"
He moved his hands from over her stomach to over her bladder and pressed them down into it. Jen audibly gasped and James heard the undeniable trickle of urine. The warm wetness radiated out from Jen's crotch and spilled over her left leg. It flowed down both sides, soaking both her light (now dark) grey pajama pants and James' sweatpants. At first she was only letting out a trickle, trying to fight it, but once she remembered how good it felt, she actively pushed the warm pee out of her bladder, desperately seeking relief. Her face was blushing deeply, but her smile betrayed her. James ran one of his hands through her hair and looked at the massive, dark stain on the blanket that they were under. He let his eyes wander to the now yellowed spot of carpet beneath the couch.
"It's okay, love. Everyone has accidents sometimes. Run along and get changed like a good girl."
"What are you gonna do if it was on purpose? And what if I keep wearing the same panties?" challenged Jen in a mock feisty tone.
"Oh, dear. I think that means you might need to be punished later." James winked at her.
Jen felt her soaked nether regions with her hand, then stood up from the couch, her pants still dripping, so wet that the loose-fitting fabric clung to her, highlighting her curves. James watched from the couch, his own pants somewhat damp from her accident. He smiled encouragingly at her, and she twirled around, showing off the stain and her figure.
We're going to have lots of fun soon, thought James. |
@Lapis Lazuli "You can't rush art!" But yeah, you're going to find out what happens next...it just takes a while to write!
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They shifted positions so that Jen was sitting in James' lap as she had suggested. Her hands were bound together and rested gently in her lap. Her panties had dried a bit, and were closer to their original color. All the same, James quite enjoyed the dampness that he could feel.
He leaned his head next to Jen's ear and whispered,
"You're absolutely beautiful, you know that?"
Jen just smiled a little. She definitely did.
"So, what are we watching?" she asked.
"Me? I'm watching you!" James replied, only half-jokingly, then added
"I'm sure there are some good movies with lots of water in them."
Jen rolled her eyes, then candidly stated the following.
"I actually kinda need to pee already."
"You can hold it," James encouraged her.
"I'm not so sure. I have a small bladder."
"Just sensitive," corrected James.
"If you make it through the next show, I'll untie you and you can go to the bathroom. No leaving before then, though."
"Well, I guess my hands are tied..." she giggled.
"But no tickling or pressure this time."
"Yes, ma'am," James said jokingly.
"I think we should just watch one of those relaxing water videos," said Jen.
James, quite surprised by this suggestion, asked,
"Feeling confident, love?"
"No, but I do like a challenge!"
James found a twenty minute video of waterfalls running and started playing it.
Jen leaned back and felt the warmth of James' body contacting hers. James reached his hand up the inside of the sweater, and began gently moving the tips of his fingers up and down her spinal area. This kind of back scratch made her feel all tingly. She murmured an audible expression of pleasure. James could feel her leaning into him. He was so happy that she was this comfortable with him now. With the hand that James wasn't running up and down her back, he held one of hers. She had more olive skin than his, and smaller, more slender fingers. He could practically enclose one of her hands in his. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. Jen rotated her head and kissed him lightly on the cheek. When she turned back away, he did the same thing to her.
"How many minutes has it been?"
"Only fifteen. Do you think you can hold it?"
"I have to pee. Bad."
"Be a good girl and wait until the video is over. You can wait five minutes."
Jen nodded and crossed her legs tighter.
James moved the hand he was giving her a back scratch with to her shoulder, then up to her neck, teasing the spot just below where it met her head. He shifted it up into her hair, playing with it. After about two minutes of them cuddling, and Jen shifting her weight around, she suddenly jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom. James stood up and turned around to face her. Jen got to the door when she realized that because her hands were tied, she couldn't remove her panties (at least not easily).
"Oh, dear." said James. "Come back here, please."
Jen was still dry, but clearly struggling to hold back a flood. Evidently, her kidneys had not actually processed all the liquid from before, and her previous accident was mostly the remnants of the morning pee she held. Rather sheepishly (and bouncily), Jen returned to the couch.
"I am going to wet myself."
"You've been naughty," said James. "I said you could go only if you made it through the video. You didn't."
Jen was excited. What was his new idea? Sometimes she would intentionally be 'naughty' just because the punishments felt so good.
"What's my punishment?"
"Lie your torso across my legs," said James.
Obediently, Jen did so. James hoisted the rest of her up, and positioned her lower torso above his knee. Jen knew this position. Spankings, she thought.
James lifted his hand, and gently but firmly brought it down upon Jen's buttocks. His right thigh was driven into her torso by the force, and the pressure it put on her bladder pushed it over the edge. Jen moaned and a trickle of warm, clear liquid began running over James' leg. She managed to stop it, though. It had only made about a dime sized spot. James brought his hand down again with similar results.
"All done," he said.
Jen was still desperate to relieve herself, and releasing a bit hadn't helped - it only made her feel like the loss of control was inevitable.
"May I pee now?" she asked, as the video was over.
"Not in the bathroom. You didn't make it." James pointed to her obviously moist panties.
"Oh, that's actually not..." Jen said, trying to play off her obvious leakage.
"My lap. Now."
Jen sat in his lap, using her tied hands to hold herself.
"I can't hold it much longer!"
James leaned his head in and whispered,
"I know you're still playing along. You haven't used the safeword. Will you do whatever I tell you to get some relief?"
"Yes."
"Wet yourself."
Consciously, Jen wanted to fight the urge, but her brain had already registered it as permission. Her body decided it would feel so good to just submit to nature. A full force torrent came pouring through her panties, and she sighed aloud and gripped the couch to hold upright. The warmth and wetness spread from her crotch down and around her legs, to James, soaking his pants too...and she kept going. What was initially a dime sized patch of wetness had grown to dye her entire panties and about half of James' pants a different color, and pooled over the side of the plastic-protected couch onto the floor. Jen definitely did not have a small bladder. In fact, she kept going until her legs practically glistened all over. She was blushing like mad, but it was obvious she was enjoying every second of it.
"Good girl," said James. |
Three hours.
Three full, long hours, is how long Zora had been waiting in traffic, inside her truck. As a female trucker, this was by far the worst part of the job. Zora didn’t really mind the monotony of driving along empty roads and seeing the same scenery over and over again; it allowed her to concentrate on the road. But if there was something she absolutely couldn’t stand, it was being caught in traffic.
She just sat there, watching the people in the others cars fiddling about. Some had even switched off their engines and were standing outside, having grown tired of the stuffiness of their cars. Zora was beginning to envy them; she wasn’t really supposed to her leave her vehicle whilst on the job. For Zora, trucking was a way of life. It hadn’t been something she’d ever thought about doing, until the job landed in her lap one morning, and from that day onwards it had been a part of her. Sitting inside the high canopy of her spacious truck, just driving onwards to the destination with her mind focused solely on the road, was what she loved the most. Occasionally, there’d be the odd stressful situation, where events would conspire to make her late for an order, or there’d be some sort of road problem that she had to worry about, but normally she could just relax as she watched the road go on and on to the edge of the horizon.
Unfortunately, today had been full of those stressful moments. Virtually as soon as she left, Zora and her truck had been caught in a massive line of traffic that stretched as far as the eye could see. While she wasn’t in danger of being later for her delivery, it was still a bit of a headache for her. In a strange sense, Zora hated having to stop and wait, especially in traffic. It was the seeming inevitability of it, as well as the inability for her to do anything about it, that really made her annoyed. Still, she sat there, willing the traffic to move on, as if the traffic jam would be moved by her concentrated desires. But alas, nothing.
Zora was a relative newcomer to the trucking world. She’d only started a year ago, but had impressed both her mentors with her speed and sense of direction, whilst not being reckless in the least. Initially she’d been shocked at how the other truckers treated her, throwing rude slang in her direction, but over time she’d grown accustomed to it and even kinda liked the idea of having a friendly insulting match with some of the other truckers. Zora’s main problem was that she didn’t like to have to stop, which made it a bit of a problem on long journeys when the gas stations and shops would all pass by, and by the time Zora made it out into the vast expanse of the American flats there would be nowhere to use the toilet. However, she even had her own system for this; Zora kept a number of empty bottles in the back of her truck. At an available moment, she’d undo her zipper and pull her jeans down, pressing the bottle into her labia and letting go. The feeling of finally letting loose a gush of urine after a long road trip was one of the nicest feelings she could imagine. As for if she had to relieve another of her urges? Well, in that case she just had to hold it as best she could. Zora had only once been forced to stop her truck so she could get out to take a dump; she remembered the story and cringed. After driving non-stop for the better part of a full day with no restroom and a sick stomach, she’d been close to having an emergency in her pants. She’d frantically stopped her truck on the edge of the road and climbed out, pouring a massive load of diarrhoea all over the ditch by the side of the road. Fortunately, it was deserted and nobody knew about her gruesome release, but Zora was deeply embarrassed about not being able to hold it.
Zora herself was a slightly chubby 24 year old of mixed race origin (her mother had been Hispanic and her father white-American). Her long light brown hair was draped around her soft face, and her firm ass and powerful thighs were imprinted into the leather of the chair. She was wearing her usual clothes of a pair of faded jeans and a light grey top that stretched to just above her belly button. She liked driving wearing such light clothes, because when she was driving next to people, looking down on them from the height of her truck, it was almost like she was a bird, flying high above the road on the journey to her destination.
The truck itself was pretty spacious. The seats were made of soft leather, just nice enough to relax into but not enough to make her sleepy. They were designed to keep her awake whilst driving, but Zora had never had a problem with that before. Behind, she had a small bed area, and a few footlockers and small cupboards. Her emergency bottles were stashed in there as well. For Zora, this was her home on the road, and she absolutely loved it.
After what felt like forever, the traffic began moving again. Slowly but surely, one after the other the cars continued on their way. Zora could just see the horizon starting to shift, and like a wave the cars began to move. She gradually increased the speed on the truck until she was travelling at a reasonable pace, then realised there was something she’d been neglecting. Pulling over into a gas station, she walked out and grabbed a bite to eat, and something to drink.
Zora’s diet was not what one would call healthy. She ate junk food from gas stations pretty much every day, and most of her liquid intake was just soft drinks and energy drinks. When she came out of the gas station, Zora was carrying three burgers, a bag of fries and a 1 litre bottle of coca-cola, which was a pretty reasonable amount of food for her. She was hungry after waiting in traffic for so long, and she wanted something to satisfy her hunger until the evening, and quench her thirst. Sitting in the seat of her truck, she began to eat, greedily devouring the burgers and fries, and practically chugging the cola, throwing the empty bottle down into the back along with the rest. She was sure, checking the route earlier, that after a short while she’d come to some more gas stations, so she could pull into one of them and go to the toilet if the urge got too strong, but for now, she just felt happy about the prospects for the day ahead.
Soon afterwards, Zora pulled out the gas station and continued on her way. She noticed that she wasn’t passing through so much traffic anymore; the satnav she used to tell her the way to go was directing her further and further out into the desert. Before, Zora might’ve ignored the thing, but in truth it had been a massive help to her over the years, and she trusted its wayfinding software.
About an hour and a half after Zora had left the gas station, she began to feel an all-too-familiar pull down from her bladder area. Evidently the cola had filled up her bladder pretty fast, and she could almost feel herself getting more and more needy by the second. Fortunately Zora was blessed with a big enough bladder that she could ignore it; when she was starting out, she’d impressed her mentors by driving one of their entire routes without taking a piss, something that no other trucker had done, although by the end she was so desperate she could barely move, and her panties hadn’t escaped unscathed.
Zora scanned the road for signs of a gas station nearby, but she couldn’t see any. The expanse of the road went on and on; her mind wandered back to using her emergency bottles, but she wasn’t super desperate yet. A bladder bulge was starting to stretch into her jeans from all the liquid that was being pumped into it by her kidneys, pushing the fabric out a little bit, although it wasn’t too noticeable... yet.
After a short while, Zora finally saw the sign she’d been looking for – “Roadside Facilities 5km ahead” – she breathed a sigh of relief. Evidently she wasn’t going to have to use her emergency bottles after all. She pulled up at a modern-looking service station that was comprised of a gas station, Starbucks and a small visitor centre. Quickly, she hopped out and dashed across to the sign for the women’s restroom. Turning a corner, she walked smack into another woman, a slim girl maybe a couple years younger than her, with very long blonde hair. The girl’s face was scrunched up, and looking past her Zora could see a line of women stretching into the bathroom. There were at twelve women, all in various stages of desperation, and Zora could hear a newly-queuing woman behind her moan “Oh no.”
Clearly, it was going to take a while for the queue to clear up. Zora tapped her foot on the ground, humming to herself to distract from her aching bladder. The girl up ahead seemed in a worse state; she was clenching her fists in and out and bouncing around desperately. Her tight green dress was stretched taught across her bladder bulge. After five minutes of waiting, the girl up ahead tapped the woman in front of her on the shoulder and said “I’m really sorry, but could I jump ahead? I’m really really bursting for the loo.”
Some of the other women looked at her with pity, and sure enough they let the poor girl stagger a few places forward in the line, until she was the next person for the toilet. Zora thought about doing the same thing, but she didn’t have to go that badly. All of a sudden she felt a surge of nausea. Maybe it was the bathroom, or being stuck in a line with several other women who all badly needed the toilet, but Zora was beginning to feel like she had to take a crap. Her stomach gurgled menacingly.
Before long, one of the girls finished using the toilet, and the blonde-haired girl was free to use the toilet at last. As soon as the cubicle door was shut, Zora could clearly hear her pulling down her panties, before an ear-splitting hissssss filled the bathroom, followed shortly thereafter by the inescapable audio of urine forcefully spraying against the inside of a toilet bowl. The poor girl must’ve been absolutely bursting. After thirty seconds, the monstrous stream stopped, and after a few final squirts of piss as the girl emptied her bladder, there was silence.
Please be done, Zora thought to herself, almost saying it out loud. Her desperation was getting worse and worse, and she knew now that she definitely had to take a shit. The greasy food from the gas station had passed straight through her, and she hoped that it wasn’t diarrhoea. Not only would that disrupt her journey for the rest of the day, but she also didn’t want to have the rest of the women in the queue listening to her take a dump.
One of the other girls in the cubicles didn’t seem to have that problem however. Zora heard a loud grunt, and then a load of soft shit flop into the toilet accompanied by loud sharts. It was getting harder and harder for her to hold it; the more women used the bathroom, the more she felt she was closer to losing it in her panties.
The blonde girl who’d just taken a big piss in the toilet eventually emerged (Zora noticed a sizeable dark streak on the inside of her thigh that could only be explained by an accidental release). She was getting desperate.
“Excuse me, could I cut in line?” Zora said as nicely as she could manage.
However, this time the woman in front of her turned around with a pained expression on her face. He clenched her teeth and said:
“Oooh, I’m sorry, but I’m literally about to wet myself. I won’t be long when it’s my turn, I promise.” Then she turned back to towards the toilet cubicles.
Zora was starting to get angry. Why couldn’t this damn woman see how badly she had to go? She was very tempted to say something along the lines of ‘Yeah? Well so am I!’ and then push her way through to a long relieving piss and shit. This was becoming an emergency; she didn’t care if the other women could hear her taking a dump. Sooner or later it was coming out, whether she wanted it to or not.
She had to make a decision. She could either stay here and risk having an accident whilst she waited for the other women to slowly hobble into the toilet, take their nice long relaxing pees, and then slowly walk back out again, or alternatively she could get back in her truck and head to the next gas station, hoping that it wouldn’t be nearby as busy as this one.
It was no contest. Fuck this, Zora thought, and walked straight out of line and back to her truck, her walk stilted by her need to relieve herself. As soon as she was back in her seat, her stomach and bladder settled and she felt the need to go slowly fade away a little bit. Glancing at the back of the truck, she saw her emergency piss bottles, but in truth she didn’t know if she could hold her bowels back at the same time as she pissed. She’d heard of other truckers shitting into disposable bags, but she’d never seriously contemplated that sort of thing... until now.
Keeping an eye out for any sign of another service station, Zora began to get more and more frustrated. It was like fate had conspired to make her have an accident; even sitting down wasn’t helping her much anymore. Looking down she could quite clearly see her bladder bulge stretching the waistline on her jeans, like a solid rock of piss dragging her deeper into the chair. Her bowels were moaning constantly too; she had to clench her sphincter several times to prevent any unintentional release.
After a little bit of searching, Zora finally saw the sign for a gas station. She pulled up to it like she had the last one, only to see a couple of police cars waiting there. Oh what the fuck? Zora thought to herself in frustration. She parked the car and was just about to head in the direction of the toilets when two Police Officers walked up to her.
“Excuse me ma’am, could we have a word with you?”
“Sorry, but I’m really desperate for the loo. Could I talk to you in like ten minutes? I won’t run off, I swear.”
“Actually this is quite important. You need to come inside with us.”
Zora could see the Police weren’t fucking around. Despite the dull aches from her bladder and bowels, she followed the Police Officers into the gas station, turning briefly to see another Policeman writing down her number plate. Sitting down, she tried to look normal as she shifted around in her seat.
“Do you know why I’m talking to you?”
“Uh... no, sorry.”
“I want you to listen closely to what I’m saying, and answer truthfully. Can you do that?”
“Yeah sure.” Let me go to the toilet already, Zora thought.
“We’re here because we have reason to believe that a group of very unpleasant individuals is shipping hard drugs across the country, and using this gas station as a transfer point. Do you know anything about that?”
“No officer,” Zora said. Her face was rapidly becoming very sweaty due to her need to relieve herself, and the fact that it was probably making her look more guilty was making her sweat even harder.
“Ok, well we’ll need to search your van. I hope you understand that we’re just doing our jobs, and we don’t intend to keep you for too long, just until we’re sure that you’re not involved in any of this business. You clear?”
“Ye-yeah officer,” Zora said.
Going back outside, Zora opened the back doors to the truck and let three policemen in. Despite their claims not to keep her too long, they seemed to be rifling through every nook and cranny, even knocking on solid surfaces to see if they were hollow. Suddenly, another surge of desperation overtook Zora, and she grasped her bladder with her hands.
“You alright?” said the Policeman sceptically.
“I really – REALLY have to use the toilet,” said Zora. Her desperation was getting out of control.
The Policeman raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, we can let you use the toilet, but first we’re just gonna give you a pat down, to make sure you’ve nothing on your person.”
Fucking bullshit! Zora thought. Why won’t he let me fucking piss!
Fortunately, the pat down wasn’t as invasive as Zora had expected, and after a little while of desperately trying not to wet herself whilst standing with her feet apart, she was allowed to dash off to the toilet.
Arriving at the toilet bloc, she discovered it was completely cordoned off with police tape, and several officers were swarming around, taking swabs off the sides of walls and other weird places. Zora was getting extremely angry. First the Police hold her up, and now they close the toilets down! A policewoman with a big walkie-talkie turned and looked at her.
“Yeah... yeah... hold on, there’s a woman here. Talk to you in a minute.”
She turned to Zora.
“Can I help you ma’am?”
“I need a fucking piss!” Zora was in no mood to be nice anymore.
“Woah, easy there ma’am. You can’t use these toilets, but there’s another gas station not far from here. I’d advise you to go there if you’re desperate.”
Zora was absolutely furious. That was the gas station she’d just come from. No way was she driving back all the way over there when she couldn’t even guarantee that there wouldn’t be a queue that was just as if not longer than the one she’d just escaped from. Besides, Zora’s stomach gave a gurgle that signalled she might not even be able to hold it until she arrived.
Zora glared at the policewoman before turning around and angrily stomping back her truck. When it came back into view however, she saw the policemen shut the side door, with one of them carrying a black bag in his arms.
“Hey! That’s my stuff!” she roared, racing towards him. The Policeman seemed taken aback “Uh... it’s just trash, ma’am. We thought we’d do a good deed by helping you clean up a bit, see?” he said, opening the side door. It certainly seemed a lot cleaner; Zora was suddenly hit by the fact that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d properly cleaned it out.
“Oh, well... uhh... thanks,” she muttered quietly.
“Uh, well you can have it back if you want ma’am,” said the police officer.
“No, it’s fine,” said Zora quickly. She wanted to escape the embarrassing situation as fast as possible.
The Policeman she’d spoken to inside the gas station handed her a form to sign. She filled out her name and identifying information and the Policeman took a photo of her driver’s licence before letting her go on her way. Zora pulled out of the gas station as fast as she could, and headed out into the wild expanse.
As soon as she was sufficiently far from civilisation, Zora made a strategic decision to deal with her problems. She couldn’t relieve her bowels in the truck, but maybe if she relieved her bladder it would somehow take the stress off a bit. She really was out of options. She left her seat and headed into the back to search for her emergency bottles.
It was empty.
Zora wanted to scream. She wanted to curse the Police for denying her the opportunity to relieve herself, but after a few seconds the rational part of her brain took over, and she realised they’d had no way of knowing they were her emergency option. She just put her back against the wall, sinking until her fat ass was touching the floor, and put her face in her hands. She took a glance outside the window, to see if there was any cover for her to pop a squat by the side of the road, but it was flat and empty, and every few minutes a car would pass. She dreaded what would happen if she saw a picture of herself on social media taking a shit by the side of the road. It was hopeless, her struggle was over.
But wait! She had an idea.
There was always one bottle that Zora kept topped up with water in case she got dehydrated in the hot daytime heat. It was risky, but it was better than wetting herself.
She plucked the bottle from out under the passenger seat and chugged as much as possible, clutching her pussy with one hand as she held the bottle with the other. When she had drunken enough so that were was no chance of her being thirsty in the next hour, she tipped the rest of the water out of the window. The splashing of water on the dry earth was absolute agony. She groaned, and felt a small wet feeling between her legs, like a dribble of hot water that ran between her asscheeks. She tried to tell herself that it was just sweat from the heat, sniffing the air just to confirm that it wasn’t pee. Despite what she was telling herself, she was consciously panicking. Did I just piss myself a bit? She asked.
Quickly, she rolled back up the window and pulled the bottle inside before she could squirt any more. Carefully, she pulled down her jeans, making careful sure that nobody could see what she was doing through the windows. Her pussy was exposed to the air, freed from the hot torment of her damp jeans. Looking down, she could see her bladder bulge stretching out, from a distance below her naval to right above her neat patch of pubic hair. The relaxing sensation of exposing her pussy to the air had other effects, however, and a second later a tiny drip of piss sprinkled out of her. This time there was no doubt at all that it was piss, as it splashed a little bit on the steering wheel and made a minute damp patch on her shirt.
Quickly, Zora stuffed the bottle up against her pussy as hard as she could, making sure that the rim of the bottle was just above her vaginal entrance to where she could feel her urethra. With a sigh, she released.
Within seconds, boiling hot urine torrented into the bottle with a distorted hiss. The force of her urination was actually making the bottle shake in her hands; she had to grasp it with both of them in order to keep it steady. Looking down, she could see her piss was a deep yellow colour, almost orange with how long it had been contained in her cavernous bladder. As the bottle filled up, the heat of the urine was actually causing her hands physical pain through the plastic. Fortunately the rim of the bottle was just the right size to capture the majority of her release, although a few drips trickled down from underneath, wetting her pussy slightly.
Zora was in a world of her own, her little world of bliss. It was almost like having an orgasm, feeling finally free to piss all her problems away in a powerful blast. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling.
“Aaaagh! Fuck!” she screamed as her hands were engulfed in a burning sensation. She instinctively corked off the rest of her piss and tried not to spill the bottle everywhere as she was awoken from her blissful relief.
Quickly, she put the bottle into the cup-holder and looked at her hands. They were soaked in scorching hot piss, steam literally rising from the heat of her urine. She turned to see that the bottle was completely full to the brim, the dark golden urine radiating heat against her thigh.
She shouted again, just a wild animalistic roar of anger. Though she’d released the majority of her urine, there was still a significant amount left, and her bowels were worse than ever. But the main priority of was cleaning the piss off her hands. She clambered over the seats to the back, trying not to get drops of piss everywhere, and grabbed her towel, using it to dry the steering wheel and her hands. Putting the lid on her bottle of piss, she opened the door and got out, preparing to squat as close to the truck as possible to prevent people from watching. It was gross, but there was nothing else she could do.
As soon as she stood up on the dry earth, she felt her bowels try to release. The pain was worse than ever; she narrowly avoided grabbing her ass with her hand in case her sphincter failed her. She set the bottle down next to her and cautiously undid her jeans. She was just about to unleash her shit when she heard the sound of police sirens coming from the direction of the last gas station. They were coming towards her.
She quickly grabbed her jeans and pulled them back up again. The idea of getting fined for public indecency was easily one of her worst toilet-related fears. She pressed herself up against the side of the truck as she waited for the police car to stop next to her. But it didn’t; it carried on past her and went off into the wilderness.
Zora was beyond anything. There was absolutely no way she was going to pop a squat; the Police car had ended that hope. She just didn’t feel comfortable with it at all. She grabbed the bottle of piss and launched it as far from the truck as possible, as a fuck you to her desperation, before climbing back into the driver’s seat.
Once sat down, she gritted her teeth, willing herself not to shit herself. “I have to make it to the next gas station,” she said out loud, as if saying it would compel her body to obey. And slowly, she took off.
Each second felt like absolute agony. Her bowels were twisting, her bladder was launching a revolution to get rid of the last bit of her urine. Suddenly, she could take it no more. She gave up.
There was a squirt, and she felt her jeans get re-dampened. Then there was another, and she could feel hot wetness around her pussy, then another, and the wetness began to creep up between her asscrack. She dared not take her eyes off the road, but every squirt she could feel wetness creeping around her butt, down the back of her thighs, her legs and ankles, then her feet, and finally the wet patter of urine on the floor of her truck. She could feel it frothing and smell the sweetness of it; evidently the result of all the cola and energy drinks she’d drunken.
“Please... no!” was all she could say, as her bowels made one final push.
There was an enormous explosion of greasy wet shit in her jeans. Wet logs of poop just folded out of her, filling her asscrack and spreading all around her butt. More and more just erupted out of her, like stepping on a tube of toothpaste. It splashed down her legs, some of it even getting pushed so far up her back that it began oozing down the back of her jeans. The wet, oily shit was forced down her legs, but the majority of the soft-solid logs stayed in her panties. Every time Zora moved, she could feel the soft shit squelch and reform in her jeans, as it moulded itself around the shape of her buttocks. She couldn’t bear to look down, her face streaked with shame and embarrassment. The smell was horrid; clearly the food had been awful for her digestive system, which is why it had gone out so fast.
However, despite the terrible situation of having to clean herself up, she was felt outrageously relieved. The sheer bliss of not having to worry about accidentally spilling her bladder or bowels was incredible; she felt like she’d lost half her body weight. It was the greatest feeling she’d felt all day.
When she found a place to pull over, she carefully took her clothes off and put them in a plastic bag, before scrubbing herself with the towel and changing into some fresh clothes. Fortunately, she was able to use the shower at a depot a short distance away, and she returned with an enormous amount of cleaning supplies. It took a while, but eventually the truck was clean again, and the only evidence of her accident was a shit-covered pair of jeans and panties that she stuffed into a litter bin before running back to her truck.
Sitting there, back on the road, she recounted her adventure in her mind. It had been tough, she’d come close to shitting herself in front of other people a few times. As horrible as it was to have an accident in her panties, she was just glad that nobody else knew. It was a little secret that she’d surely keep with her for the rest of her trucking career... well, until the next time she had an accident that is. |
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The alarm clock sounded loudly in her ear as Alex rose from her slumber. She fumbled at it in a blind haze, desperate to turn it off and go back to the land of blissful dreams that she’d so rudely been awakened from. Then, she realised her folly and grabbed it, pressing the button to silence the offending device, and lay there for a second gazing up at the ceiling with bleary half-open eyes. When she was satisfied that were no was point to her staying any longer in the soft fabric of the bed, she roused herself and pulled her legs out from underneath the heavy covers, pushing them aside and sprawling over the edge of the bed, her feet hanging just over the floor. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the sleep-crust from them, before rubbing her face. It was a big day, and she didn’t want to show to her friends the sleepiness that she was currently feeling. She was excited, and a little anxious, with a strange butterfly feeling in her gut that she couldn’t exactly explain.
She pulled herself completely from the confines of the bed, and stood upright, a thin sliver of early morning sunshine dazzling her eyes. Her naked body was illuminated in the orange yellow glow, and she flicked her hair back out of her eyes. Alex was a mixed-race girl, Hispanic on her mother’s side, whereas her father was Caucasian. This gave her a rather tanned, olive-skin complexion, with long straight brown hair. Her face was soft, with gorgeous lips and bright blue eyes beneath perfect eyebrows. Her body, on the other hand, was strong and voluptuous, with powerful thighs, as a result of all the exercises she did to maintain her amazing physique. She was perfectly proportioned, neither particularly muscled nor chubby, but somewhere in between, a stunning balance as a result of her years of hard work and dedication in the gym, as well as her full diet. She was of average height, and her skin was deeply smooth and unblemished.
She walked across her room to the shower, turning it on and feeling the scorching hot water douse her skin and face. She ran a hand through her hair, the fiery liquid running between her fingers. It was an intensely spiritual ritual for her to take a shower; she felt like she wouldn’t be complete for the rest of the day until she had relieved her body of all the aches and pains gathered from sleeping in the bed all night. When she was comfortable that her body had been eased up, and all the stress of the next few days had gone away, she grabbed several bottles of assorted shampoos and skincare products, and began to soak herself in the healing, revitalising chemicals. The heat of the shower water, almost boiling in temperature, was causing vast clouds of steaming perfumes to rise to the top of the shower, making her slightly woozy despite the pleasant smell. It was at this point, with her skin reddened by the heat of the water, and the powerful scent of expensive perfumes lingering in the air, that she decided that her shower was to be over, and she turned off the shower nozzle, opened the door and began drying herself with a pink towel that she kept on a rack nearby.
When she was positive that not a speck of water was left on her body, and her hair was perfectly dry, she went back into the bedroom to put on her clothing. Pulling several items from her assorted cupboards and wardrobes, she eventually decided upon a pair of tight grey jogging shorts, so thin they were almost leggings, over her grey panties. Then she pulled on a grey croptop shirt, again a very thin fabric, yet not particularly revealing except for her midsection. She put on her socks and a pair of white trainers, before heading back into the bathroom to do her makeup. In no time whatsoever, she expertly put on her eye shadow and eyeliner, with some subtle red lipstick and a bit of blush. With this complete, she looked truly stunning, a beautiful and confident young woman ready for the adventure of the days ahead.
After checking the time, she began to finalise the last part of her preparation. She grabbed all her materials, makeup, chemicals and props, as well as her self-written instructions for putting them on, and the pictures she’d taken of herself in costume during her practices sessions. The Widow’s Kiss sniper rifle prop was the last thing she packed away, the plastic sections fitting neatly in the bag, next to her headgear and purple bodysuit. She shut the bag, quickly attaching a label to it with the words “Widowmaker Overwatch cosplay suit – do not touch!”. With that out of the way, she packed the last of her clothes and toiletries, and began to await the arrival of her friends.
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and when she opened it Alex was greeted by one of her dearest and closest friends. Melissa immediately stepped in and gave her a warm hug. She was a pale blonde girl of average size and build, with gloriously blue eyes and hair that seemed to glitter in the sunlight.
“Alex! Aww I missed you so much these past few days. Have you got everything ready for the cosplay convention?”
“I missed you too Melissa, of course I’ve got everything ready,” she replied, smiling and laughing at Melissa’s enthusiasm. Evidently she was extremely excited and bubbly about the next few days’ adventure, and could barely contain how jumpy she was. That wasn’t to say that Alex wasn’t excited, but in truth Alex was always a bit nervous about travelling long distances. Something about being away from home for a long time, being in an area she didn’t know very well with people she’d never met before, and trying to show off her cosplay efforts to them, was making her a bit anxious. Still, she was greatly looking forward to going, and she was sure that all the others were as well.
“Are Kate and Ruby in the car as well,” said Alex as she grabbed her luggage and began hauling it out through her front door.
“Yes of course,” replied Melissa. “They’ve got their costumes ready as well. I tell you what though; it’s going to be a struggle to fit much more into the car, it’s pretty packed already, as you’ll see in a second.”
As her and Alex walked down the steps from her apartment, Alex noticed that she was right. With Kate and Ruby’s shadows in the front of the car, she could see the entire boot was absolutely stuffed with luggage, which was spilling out into the neck behind the back seats. She turned to Melissa.
“Uh huh, maybe we could fit some into the back seats. I don’t mind having a bag or two on my lap.”
Melissa shrugged. “Okay, but only so long as they aren’t too heavy; I don’t want to get to the hotel with my legs crushed by all the clothes you’re bringing. I guess we could try and put some behind the front seats, and put our legs on them as well?”
This time it was Alex who herself shrugged in response. “I guess so.” She opened up the back car door and was greeted by cheers and whoops from the car’s occupants, namely Kate and Ruby. Ruby was a mixed race girl like her, though with she was several years older and had dark brown hair that extended far down her back, as well as the most bountiful, delicious, enormous ass that Alex had ever known. She certainly had decently wide hips (though not as powerful as Alex’s), but her ass was on a whole other level – it was absolutely magnificent in every aspect. At that particular second in time it was pressed heavily into the passenger seat, barely contained by the dark leather, and she was wearing a pair of white leggings and a denim jacket.
Next to her, in the driver’s seat, sat Kate, and it was her car that they were using to get the cosplay convention; a massive black land rover that, despite the seemingly impossibly nature of the accomplishment, had been packed to the brim with the three girls’ luggage. Kate herself was an African American girl and the second oldest girl after Ruby. She had shoulder length wavy black hair, shaved on one side to fit her cosplay, and a large white smile that just beamed happiness and confidence. Her tits and ass were firm, but not quite as generous as the other girls, but she made up for that with her skinny waist and hourglass figure. Kate was wearing a pair of grey demin jeans and a croptop of the same colour and make as Alex’s.
“We’re all here! Now let’s get going; I can’t wait to get there!” cried Kate, ecstatic with the chance to finally be on their way to the convention.
“Hold on, I’ve still got to get my stuff from my apartment; this is only the first batch,” replied Alex.
“Well hurry up then! We’ll never get there at this rate.”
With Melissa helping her to carry some of her luggage, Alex managed to fit it into the space between the front and back seats, with a few bags in between them in the back seat. She did a quick spot check to make sure she hadn’t missed anything essential, and then her and Melissa got into the car, placing themselves carefully into the seats, with their feat on either side of both bags of Alex’s luggage. With everything ready, they could finally begin on their journey at last.
“Is everyone ready? Everyone got everything? I just want to make sure we don’t leave anything behind; because I hope you know once we’re on the road, I’m not going back,” said Kate, starting the engine. Everyone nodded and made noises of agreement.
“Well, that’s it then. We’re going,” Kate responded, and pulled the car out of the parking space. She drove down the road, with all of the other passengers desperately hoping that they hadn’t forgotten anything, but of course, like Kate had said, it was too late now. They were on the road, for real, and there was nothing going to stop them from reaching their destination.
When they reached a main road, Melissa pulled out her phone and began to tap at it. Alex could see out of the corner of her eye that she seemed to be bringing up the gallery, and looking at various pictures she’d taken. Then, Melissa turned to her and said “Hey, Alex, want to see some pictures of us in our different cosplay outfits?”
“Sure, why not?” she replied, as Melissa leant over the luggage in between them to show her her phone display. On the screen was Melissa, but it was definitely hard to tell it was her; she was dressed in a perfect cosplay outfit as Mercy, the angelic character from a popular video game.
“Wow, that looks so good! You put in so much effort, that’s insane. That looks so good,” said Alex. It was true, evidently she’d put hour upon hour of effort into her costume, and it was a fantastic representation of her chosen character. “Do you have any pictures of Kate and Ruby?”
“Yep, sure do,” said Melissa, before flicking to another picture in her gallery. This one showed Kate as Sombra, wearing a purple and blue custom cosplay outfit, with her specially-shaved hair style dyed a pinkish-purple. Then, Melissa flicked onto one of Ruby as the game’s centre character, Tracer, with a pair of orange leggings and her trademark goggles. Alex couldn’t wait to see them all in costume over the next few days; she hoped desperately that they would win some sort of prize for best cosplay. They’d put so much effort in that she was sure that the other cosplayers there would be impressed.
She turned to Ruby as they sped along the main road. “So Ruby, you’re doing Tracer, huh?”
Ruby turned and smiled. “Sure am, you like it?”
“I think it looks great. Can you do the accent though?” said Alex half-jokingly.
“’Ello, guv’na, fancy a cuppa’tea?” said Ruby in a mock British accent. Alex burst out laughing, and Melissa and Kate were barely able to contain their giggles at Ruby’s terrible fake accent.
“That’s fucking terrible, Ruby. Please, could you never ever do that again,” laughed Kate.
They continued laughing and joking around for the next hour or so, each telling the others what they’d been up to over the previous few days and how they’d been preparing their cosplay outfits. Eventually however, the conversation died down a little bit, until Alex was staring out of the window, Melissa was on her phone texting her boyfriend, and Ruby was just moving around in her seat.
“Say, Kate, could you stop at the next service station. I kinda have to pee,” she said, looking slightly anxious.
“Well, we’re running a bit late. You sure you can’t hold it until we arrive? It’s only like another two hours.”
“No, definitely not,” said Ruby nervously.
“Okay then.”
But as they sped down the motorway, past fields and pastures, not a single service station or public toilet could be found. They continued on and on, and out of the corner of her eye Alex could see Ruby become slightly more fidgety and agitated.
“Oh no! What the fuck???” Kate’s voice came loudly through the entire car and brought all of them out of their daydreaming and back into reality. Looking ahead through the windscreen, Alex could see cars stretched out into the horizon, as far as the eye could see.
Kate turned to Ruby and said “Sorry; I checked earlier and it said there was no traffic. I can’t do anything. Do you still need to go to the toilet?”
Ruby moaned slightly. “Yes, I fucking do actually. I really need to pee.”
“How bad?”
“Like, really fucking bad!” Ruby responded angrily. “Uh, sorry. I had a load of energy drinks before you picked me up and they’ve gone straight through me. My bladder is killing me,”
“Sorry, there’s not much I can do at the moment. I can’t stop really because if the traffic starts going again it’s gonna put me in a bad situation.”
“That’s alright, I understand. Just... make sure you get to a service station as soon as possible please.” With that, Ruby sank back into the chair, her hands resting on top of her legs.
The traffic jam continued for what felt like an eternity, getting slower and slower until they weren’t moving at all. They were just stuck there, totally unable to move, with Ruby getting more and more anxious to take a big gushing piss. After ten minutes of being at a complete standstill, Katy sighed and put her head on the steering wheel. They and the traffic for miles ahead, were completely immobile.
“Look, Katy, I’m fucking bursting here. I’m gonna get out and take a piss behind that tree over there,” said Ruby, pointing to a patch of trees that were just off the side of the motorway.
“Okay, go for it, but if the traffic starts going again you better pinch it off fast, okay?” said Katy in response.
“Yeah yeah whatever,” said Ruby as she hurriedly undid her seatbelt and opened the door, rushing to the side of the road with her thighs tightly clenched towards each other, as the sprinting version of a pee-dance. When she got to the trees, Alex saw her disappear behind them, and she could only imagine the feeling of relief that was surely rushing through Ruby as she relieved her bladder of all its tortuous fluids.
But just then, Katy got her own form of relief, as the traffic up ahead began to move, slowly at first but rapidly picking up speed. Katy turned them in horror and said “Could you shout out to Ruby? I’m not sure she can see the traffic from here!”
Alex nodded and put her head to the window, shouting out into the woodland “Hey Ruby!!! Traffic’s going!!! Get back in here!!!” But there was no response. “Fuck,” she said. “I’m not sure she can hear me!”
But just as she said that, Ruby came charging back towards the car just as the car in front began to slowly move once again. She was fiddling with the front of her leggings, and as she opened the door and sat down she gave a moan of pain.
“Did you manage to pee?” said Melissa urgently as Kate started to drive off.
“No, I only squirted a little bit, and now I have to pee worse than ever,” Ruby groaned, closing her eyes in pain, and clutching her crotch.
“I’ll get you to the nearest service station,” said Kate with uncertainty in her voice. “But please for the love of god don’t pee in my seat. If you piss yourself I’ll kill you.”
Ruby just moaned again. “I’m not sure I can fucking help it! I’m absolutely bursting – like, I’m literally about to explode any second.”
“You can do it!” said Alex.
“Yeah, you can hold it, girl!” said Melissa as well. Ruby just sighed and said “I’ll try as hard as I can – GAS STATION!” She practically screamed it, pointing into the windscreen as the sign for a service station appeared by the side of the road.
Immediately, Kate pulled off the motorway and into the little parking area. Before the car had even stopped moving, Ruby had jumped out, sprinting inside with her hands squashed tightly between her legs. Kate turned to Melissa and Alex and said to them “Are you going inside? I’m happy to stay here but if you want food or got to take a piss like Ruby then I might come with you.”
“I’m pretty hungry; I’m gonna get some food,” said Melissa.
“I might use the toilet,” said Alex. She didn’t really need to go, but she didn’t want to be desperate on the last stretch of the journey like Ruby had been.
“Yeah, you know what I might use the toilet as well. We all saw how quickly Ruby got desperate. Plus, I want a coffee, and you know what that does to my bladder,” said Katy. They got out and headed inside.
It was surprisingly busy; there was a long line for the fast food place, which Melissa immediately joined.
“Get me some coffee would you?” said Katy, which Melissa responded to with “sure thing babe.”
Turning to the toilets, Katy and Alex were greeted to a rather long but fast moving line of women, all in various stages of desperation, with Ruby at the end. She was bouncing up and down, moaning frequently and holding herself between her legs. Kate turned to Alex and whispered “She looks like she’s about to blow.”
As the line decreased, nobody joined behind Alex and Kate, and they discovered the reason for the line was that out of the three toilet cubicles, only one was useable; the others were out of order. Eventually, Ruby was finally able to pull open the door and head inside. From outside the cubicle, alone in the bathroom, Kate and Alex were able to hear exactly what was going on inside.
There was the sound of a series of sighs and groans, and the sounds of soft fabric being pulled down, before the noise of something heavy (which could only have been Ruby’s fat ass) sitting down on the toilet seat. Then they heard it.
A thundering spray of piss hammered the inside of the toilet bowl. It was ear-splittingly loud, and completely ferocious; the fierce spray impacting the inside of the bowl with the force of a fire hose. Coupled with the torrential piss-monsoon, they could hear grunts and groans of pleasure as Ruby totally released herself. In fact, as the piss went on and on, the number of pleasurable sounds emitting from her lips only increased, until at last, she piss turned from a cascade, to a gentle trickle, to a few drops.
Alex looked at her feet, but then she was startled by another groan of pleasure from inside the toilet cubicle. And there was another groan, louder this time. Katy turned to Alex and raised an eyebrow. The groans quickly turned into grunts, getting faster and faster, until there was a muffled shriek of pleasure from inside the toilet cubicle. Alex was desperately trying to ignore the awkward situation of listening to her friend have a post-relief orgasm. After a couple of moments of heavy breathing, there was the sound of toilet paper being ripped, and fabric being pulled up around Ruby’s legs, then she emerged from the toilet cubicle; looking very red faced.
“Oh, hi girls, I didn’t know you were out here,” she said, trying to mask her sudden embarrassment.
“What the fuck was that?” said Kate, smiling at her.
“What was what?” replied Ruby, feigning ignorance.
“Did you just have an orgasm on the toilet or something?”
Ruby made an awkward fake-laugh. “Oh, no, you see I just had to pee like super super bad, so when I finished I couldn’t help but make a few moans of pleasure. You know how it is when you really got to pee, and how good it feels to finally get all that piss out of your system...”
“Yeah...” said Kate, raising a sceptical eyebrow. With Ruby out of the way, she went into the toilet cubicle and released a small amount of piss. After a couple of minutes, she emerged, walking past Alex and saying “toilet’s all yours, babe.”
Alex was suddenly very alone in the bathroom. She looked at the now-vacated toilet, and a strange question began to form in her mind. Why was she in the bathroom? She didn’t really have to pee at all, and there was nobody judging her for not using the bathroom. The toilet looked more and more foreboding, like a strange place. Without her friends, and exposed to Ruby’s bizarre toilet antics, she felt very discomforted by the emptiness of the bathroom. She doubted she would be able to get comfortable on the toilet, and therefore she wouldn’t be able to properly empty her full bladder. She made a snap decision, one that she might have been made to regret later. She turned on her heel, and walked 180 degrees out of the toilet, to see Alex, Kate and Ruby drinking coffee in the main service station area.
“You emptied your bladder for the journey ahead?” asked Kate inquisitively.
“Yep, all empty,” Alex lied. Her bladder was a little full, but she knew she could easily manage to get through the rest of the journey with that level of urine inside her.
“Here, I got you a coffee,” said Melissa, which Alex unthinkingly accepted. They all finished their coffees in no time, and before long they were back on the road, all of them empty except for Alex and possibly Melissa.
As they sped along, Alex noticed her need go from nothing, to pretty darn bad actually. She began to deeply regret drinking that coffee, as well as not using the bathroom when she had the chance. Oh, why hadn’t she taken that piss? The toilet cubicle had been right in front of her! She had had her only opportunity for the rest of the journey, and she’d blow it. She felt incredibly embarrassed for herself; to be scared of using the toilet in a service station. It seemed ridiculous, infantile even, but she knew that she had to be stronger and more confident in strange situations if she planned to use the toilets at all over the next few days. She hoped that the toilets at the hotel would be of sufficient quality and tranquillity to allow her to use them without feeling totally awkward.
Now, her bladder really was hurting. The fact that her legs were spread out by the luggage was only making matters worse; she couldn’t cross her legs at all and she didn’t want to openly hold herself in front of Melissa in case she figured out that she hadn’t used the toilets at the gas station. She wondered what her friends would think of her if they found out. Would they think that she was cowardly, or weak-willed, or just plain weird? Or some strange combination of all of them? She shuddered at the thought. No, she would just have to hold it until the end of the journey, even if it put her through a significant amount of pain.
While she was thinking about of this, her thoughts on what her friends might say to her and how she might break it to them that she needed to pee, her hands drew slowly closer and closer to her crotch. First they were pressed against the leather seat on either side of her thighs, awkwardly twitching due to the pressure brewing within her, and then they gradually moved to be holding the sides of her thighs, to being crossed across her chest whilst she sighed and tried to look at the scenery outside to take her mind off things, to being placed directly on top of her thighs, before moving to rest on top of her bladder bulge, and then surely, inexorably advancing down closer and closer to her aching pussy, until she was holding herself properly, pressing her hand right up against her bursting urethra to prevent even the smallest of drops from escaping her swollen bladder.
She was fidgeting more and more, her feet bouncing up and down, and subconsciously grinding her butt into the seat as she fought in vain to find a comfortable position, while her bladder rebelled in anguish against her fierce control over it.
“Hey, could we pull over at the nearest gas station. I really gotta pee.”
Alex’s heart skipped a beat when Melissa put her head forwards and leaned into Kate’s ear. If Melissa could get her to stop, she could find an excuse to leave the car and head for the toilets as well. She only had to be sure that she could avoid letting her friends find out that she was taking another pee, and this time she was resolute that she would be peeing in that toilet no matter how anxious she was about it.
“We’ve only got half an hour left, Melissa. You can hold it till then, can’t you?”
“Yeah I guess so.” Melissa slunk back in her seat.
Alex was in a panic. She was desperate now, trying her hardest to avoid letting on even the slightest implication of her tremendous need, whilst being absolutely and completely bursting for a massive, sloshing piss. She began to stress out, holding her hands into her crotch and fiddling with her fingers, anything to take her mind off of her bladder emergency. She hoped beyond hope that she would be able to hold it for the next half an hour, but deep down she subconsciously knew that it was pointless.
As if in agreement, her urethra failed for just a second, but enough to give Alex a terrible fright, as she suddenly felt searing hot liquid burning the inside of her thighs, a single drop rolling down her pussy into the space between her butt and the seat. A second later, another leak occurred, this time more than a few drops. It was a squirt, and Alex could feel the fabric between her legs become very wet very quickly. She pulled her right hand up, and saw the faintest, tiniest little bit of liquid on the centre of her palm. She groaned in pain and discomfort.
“Are you alright Alex? You’re not getting carsick are you?” said Melissa from her side.
Alex shook her head. This was too much; there was no possible way she would last even five minutes, let alone half an hour, or twenty five minutes. She had to think of something, and fast. She was too humiliated by her own inability to use the toilet at the gas station to alert her friends to her plight, and she hadn’t seen any gas stations on the way past anyway. She couldn’t use a bottle for that self-same reason. There was only one thing she could do to take the pressure off, although it was an extremely risky manoeuvre: Alex was going to let a bit of her piss out.
In preparation for her planned leak, Alex went as straight as possible, not daring to move a muscle for fear that it could cause her to lose control and void herself completely, suffering complete bladder disaster. All she had to do, was open her urethra and slowly leak a bit. Maybe if she took some pressure off, she could wait for it to dry again in the heat beneath her ponderous butt, and then if she got truly desperate again she could just leak into the same place. She’d have to change her shorts when she got to the hotel, but that was a price worth paying if it meant that none of her friends would find out about the fact that she was too awkward to use a perfectly normal toilet.
Alex held her breath, not daring to even breath, and she released. A tiny trickle of urine immediately began to flow out of her pussy, the enormous heat burning her vagina and wetting the bottom of her clothes. She felt the boiling liquid slowly trickle down underneath her, settling into the space between her buttcrack and the seat, and sticking to her. She tried to detect whether or not there was a smell, but she knew that at this point it was futile trying to guess whether or not the others would notice. She had already done the act, and now all she had to do was stop, for the time being anyway.
She willed her urethra to close, but nothing happened. She tried again, pushing with all her mental might to force it to shut and lock the rest of her urine up again, but nothing happened. Alex began to totally panic. As discreetly as possible, she shoved her hands against her urethra, feeling the gentle trickle of urine spread against them. But no matter what she did, she couldn’t stop her piss from continuing to leak out of her. The seal had been broken, and there was no going back. The hot liquid filled the gap between her butt and the seat, before spreading out. Alex tried her hardest not to cry as the piss spread out from behind her butt, forming a tiny but noticeable puddle behind her.
Suddenly, Melissa turned to her, and her eyes went wide when she saw the tiny yellow puddle beneath Alex’s big fat butt.
“OMG Alex are you pissing yourself???”
Katy’s head snapped around and she shrieked “WHAT?”
Alex burst into tears, her body wracked by violent sobs. As she cried, her urethra opened fully, no longer contained by her fearsome willpower, and urine began to spray into her shorts with abandon. Within seconds, a fierce hissing noise had filled the car, and the urine puddle had spread at a rapid pace in all directions, eventually flowing off the chair onto the floor, although thankfully avoiding her luggage. The acrid stench of her long-held piss filled the car, totally unmistakable as the evidence of a terrible bladder disaster. It was dark yellow in colour, and it stuck to her, getting absolutely everywhere. Her legs, hands and butt were soaked in the hot, sweaty, sticky liquid that clung to her skin, covering her in a smelly layer of piss. She was crying uncontrollably, unable to do anything but void her bladder all over herself and the seat. She felt no pleasure from the release, only a deep sense of shame and regret, as well as self-humiliation and the idea that she was too pathetic to use a damn gas station bathroom; an especially horrible thought for an otherwise ordinarily self-confident woman.
Eventually, her piss died down and she was left there, her lower body flooded with vile sticky urine that was already drying all over her. Her butt felt the worst; she could feel the still-hot piss between her buttcheeks, gluing them together with sweaty gross liquid.
“I thought... I thought you used the toilet the gas station...” said Ruby dumbly.
Alex continued to cry. “I lied... I couldn’t use the toilet... it was too awkward...” She burst into tears all over again. “I’m sorry Kate... your car is ruined and it’s all my fault...”
Kate gazed at her sympathetically before returning her gaze to the road. “There there, it’s okay. We all have accidents now and again. Did any pee get on the cosplay outfit or the luggage?”
“No... no, I don’t think so...”
“Okay, well that’s something at least. Look, I can get the car cleaned, but I’m more concerned about you, Alex.”
Alex sniffed. “I’m fine.”
“Well, okay. I won’t charge you for the car to be cleaned, but I don’t get why you thought we’d care if you needed to go to the toilet again?”
“I didn’t want you guys to think that I was such a princess that I couldn’t use the toilet at a gas station.”
Melissa smiled. “Don’t worry Alex. We all have little stuff that disturbs us – I have really bad trypophobia for example. Like, I really REALLY don’t like lots of little holes in stuff. I mean, they really give me the fucking creeps.”
Alex sniffed again. “Thanks Melissa. I’m... I’m sorry for the car Kate. Really I am.”
“That’s okay Alex. But promise me if you need to pee again, just tell me, okay?”
“Okay Kate. I promise I’ll never piss myself again.”
Kate laughed a little. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. But how about never in my car?”
For the last few minutes of the journey, Alex tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, hoping her makeup hadn’t been completely destroyed by her crying. When they got to the hotel, Ruby checked in, before she and Melissa smuggled Alex up to their room, where she threw her piss-soaked shorts on the bathroom floor and sat in the shower, contemplating her social life and future possibilities of her not being confident enough to admit she had to pee. Down below, through the small clouded window she could see Katy and Melissa trying to clean her seat with what appeared to be a towel and some wet wipes.
As the hot water washed any remnants of her accident, she was awoken from her thoughts by a knock on the bathroom door. She turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and answered it, to find that Ruby was standing there.
“Hi Alex, mind if I come in?”
Alex was a little surprised by Ruby’s behaviour, but she guessed that Ruby probably needed the toilet or something. We went to move out of Ruby’s way, but Ruby put a hand against her chest and stopped her. “No, stay.”
Alex shut the door and locked it, as Ruby turned to face her, carefully avoiding stepping on the pee-soaked shorts and panties on the floor.
“Uh, Ruby, what’s this about?”
“Alex, I just wanted to say sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Sorry for being awkward in the toilet cubicle at the gas station. It was wrong of me, and I hope you don’t think I’m a weirdo or something.” Alex was taken aback. Admittedly, it had been weird of Ruby to have an orgasm in a public toilet after taking a big piss, but Alex had rationalised it away as the piss being so pleasurable to her that she couldn’t help but give herself an orgasm.
“No. It was nothing. I mean, yeah it was weird, but I don’t...”
“Alex, I made you wet yourself. I know you get nervous when you’re far away from home. Remember when we went to Spain for your eighteenth birthday, and you didn’t use the toilet during the entire flight, only to rush off to the airport bathroom as soon as we arrived?”
“I didn’t know you all had noticed...”
“Alex, everyone noticed. You looked like you were about to explode. Kate was going to say something but we half-wanted to see if you really would wet yourself.”
Alex was feeling rather upset again now, at her ideas of the past being so quickly altered.
“But I should’ve known you aren’t good with weird situations. I shouldn’t have made myself cum.”
So she did bring herself to orgasm, Alex thought, confirming her justified suspicions.
“It’s alright Ruby, it wasn’t your fault. I should’ve said something. I’m sorry as well.”
“Thanks Alex, I’m glad you’re so understanding.”
Alex almost went to guide her out of the bathroom, but something was holding her back. She knew she shouldn’t, but she had to ask the question.
“Just one last thing...”
“Yes, Alex?”
“Ruby, why were you... doing that to yourself after your pee?”
Ruby flicked her eyes across the room, as if scanning for imagery spies. “Can you keep a secret, Alex?”
“Yes, of course. You know me, Ruby.”
“Okay then,” without warning, Ruby began to pull down her leggings.
“Wha-what are you doing?” said Alex, a degree of shock in her voice. She and Ruby were used to being partially naked around each other, but she’d never seen Ruby deliberately strip in front of her.
When Ruby’s leggings were around her ankles, she turned around and bent over, pulling her panties out of the way. And then Alex saw it; between Ruby’s juicy, first cheeks was a large butt plug, stuffed right in Ruby’s asshole but hidden by the weight of her thick cheeks. Ruby pulled her panties back into place and then turned around, flicking her hair.
“Before I left, I made a bet with my boyfriend, that if he could satisfy me for two hours solid I’d wear a butt plug for the rest of the week. He decided that the best time to try his luck was a couple of days ago, and I think you can guess the rest.”
“So what, you have to wear that massive thing in your ass for the rest of the week? That means you’ll have it in all through the cosplay convention.”
“Yep. It’s not too bad, because you kinda get used to it. There’s only one thing though...”
“Yeah, what?”
“Whenever I sit down, I can feel it in my butt... and it really turns me on.”
Alex raised an eyebrow.
“So how does this explain you cumming in the toilet cubicle at the gas station.”
“Well, when I really needed to pee, it wasn’t that I just needed to pee. The more I was bouncing around in desperation, the more I could feel the butt plug in my ass, and it was super turning me on. I had to go to the bathroom or I felt like I was honestly gonna cum in my seat. That’s why I didn’t manage to pee by the side of the road by the way. Anyway, when I got to the bathroom, the only thing I could think of was taking a big piss and having an orgasm. As soon as I got in the toilet and took my piss, I started fingering myself and sending the video to my boyfriend. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”
Alex was stunned by the brazenness of Ruby. She didn’t know what to say, other than a dumb “Wow.”
“So yeah, sorry about that, Alex.”
She had so many ideas, but she couldn’t articulate them into a question. She was shocked that Ruby had been so confident that she could finger herself in a public toilet knowing that her best friends were right outside, whereas she couldn’t even take a piss in an empty bathroom. She wanted to ask Ruby how it felt to have that butt plug inside of her, she wanted to know the degree of pleasure that Ruby had felt from it that could have put her in such a mindlessly horny mood. Yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel that keeping a butt plug inside her for the rest of the week would only make her ass incredibly sore.
“Ruby... I do have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you have to keep that butt plug inside for the rest of the week?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“I mean, would you remove it for any reason?”
“No, not really. I guess if it was a medical emergency or something, but I’m pretty adamant about keeping it in.”
“What if... what if you really had to take a dump?”
Ruby laughed. “Alex, I can hold my shit in. Besides, the butt plug will help my in any case. My bowels are pretty big too – I mean, you don’t know how big my shits are on a normal day, so I know how capable I am of storing a lot, if you know what I mean.”
This time it was Alex who laughed. “Holy fuck Ruby, you’re so fucking gross.”
Ruby giggled. “Yeah, I just have to remember not to eat a lot, but other than that I should be fine.” She pulled up her leggings and made sure they were properly fastened around her abdomen. Then she gave Alex a cheeky smile and said “Not a word of this to anyone, right? Not even Kate and Melissa.”
“Right.” And with that, Ruby gave a final smile and left the bathroom, leaving Alex to her own thoughts once again, but this time, Alex was in a world of imagination, thinking about Ruby and the butt plug that was going to be contained in her perfectly voluptuous ass for the rest of the week.
A FEW DAYS LATER
It was the final day of the cosplay convention, and Alex was just applying the final layer of her black eye shadow over the purple-blue makeup that covered her face and upper body. When she was done, she placed the cosplay headdress on top of her head and attached it properly. Then she got up, turning to Tracer, Mercy and Sombra.
“You all ready to go out again, girls?” she said.
Ruby nodded. “Sure am. To be honest I can’t wait to get this over with. Being a cosplayer is fun and all, but these goggles are starting to annoy me now.” She adjusted the heavy plastic goggles, making sure she avoided the spikes of hair that she’d spent the entire morning getting just right. Alex couldn’t help but feel that Ruby had become more moody and agitated over the past few days. She’d started off like normal, but gradually she’d started complaining about more and more stuff. Not enough to ruin the cosplay convention of course, but it will still beginning to get the other girls worked up. Ruby had other problems as well; she took any chance to sit down and hated standing up for long periods, and her stomach kept making all these horrifying gurgling, liquid sounds that had increased in frequency and intensity as the days went by. Now, every half hour, she’d bend over, grunt, and a loud gurgle would erupt from inside her. Of course, every time Kate or Melissa had asked her, she’d mumbled something about indigestion, but Alex knew that inside of her, Ruby’s bowels are stuffed to bursting with days worth of digested fast food.
Alex had her own problems however. Although she’d managed to use the toilets at the convention building and the hotel, she hadn’t yet worked up the confidence to take a dump. Fortunately for her, compared to Ruby, her guts weren’t playing up, although she certainly felt a distinct fullness in her abdomen. It was like every time she went to the bathroom and took a piss, she’d think about having a poop, but she’d notice something that would distract her, like the universe was trying to find stuff that were deliberately off-putting to place in the bathroom with her, like a speck of gunk next to the toilet or a rogue cobweb above her or an annoying noise from the other side of the bathroom. Whatever it was, it was the reason she couldn’t go to take a shit, although her confidence had definitely increased over the past few days.
As it was the final day of the cosplay convention, the cosplay artists were expected to enter into a competition to determine the best costume. A few other competitions had already passed, and they hadn’t won anything so far, but they’d entered the best costume competition as a group, and from what they’d seen of the other contestants and groups they stood a reasonable chance of winning at least a bronze trophy.
After spending time outside getting pictures with various Overwatch fans and letting them take photos of them, Kate, Melissa, Alex and Ruby went into the central area for the final contest of the week. As soon as it was over, the small holiday would essentially be complete, and they’d get ready to leave the following day. For Ruby it had a special meaning however, as her boyfriend had accepted that, as it was Sunday, at the stroke of midnight she would finally be able to remove her butt plug. Alex didn’t want to imagine the state of the toilet at five past twelve; the massive amounts of fast food that Ruby had mindlessly eaten despite her vow “not to eat a lot” promised mountains of greasy shit that would ruin the bathroom for the foreseeable future. Thankfully they would be leaving the morning afterward.
They walked over to an empty table, past some Stormtroopers, the Avengers, and Doomguy, and tried to avoid the gaze of Commander Shepherd and Geralt who were whistling at them from the corner. After a short while, a guy with glasses got up onto the stage and began to list of the outcomes for the various competitions. As one by one the cosplayers got up on stage and received their prizes, Alex became less and less confident that they would win anything at all, despite the amount of effort that had gone into their costumes. All of a sudden, Ruby leaned into Alex’s ear and whispered painfully “Alex... If we win anything just tell me later okay, because I’ve really got to go to the toilet.”
She got up to leave, but Alex grabbed her arm. “Wait, there’s only a few more contests to go. Can’t you hold your bladder for that long?”
Ruby grunted and bent over holding her stomach. “Ffffucck... that was a bad one... look, Alex, to be honest it’s not my bladder that’s killing me, alright?”
Alex was a little angry at Ruby. It had been her choice to eat so much in the first place, despite what Ruby at told her. Alex had eaten less than her and her bowels were perfectly fine, if a little full. She’d spent the last few days complaining about stuff, and it was really starting to get on her nerves. Now she was going to miss the final awards ceremony, and it was all because she couldn’t help but stuff herself with junk food.
“Well, if you want to miss the final awards then fine, but don’t expect us to include you if we win anything.”
Ruby visibly almost snapped at her, but eventually she gritted her teeth and sat back down again.
“I’m only doing this for my boyfriend, you understand, Alex?” she muttered.
“You’ve only got the rest of the afternoon, then you can take as big a shit as you want,” Alex responded, quietly, so the others wouldn’t hear.
“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck up that toilet so bad, you just watch me,” said Ruby proudly.
“Uh... sorry to interrupt your little conversation, but aren’t you coming with us?” said Melissa, leaning over the top of them.
“Go where?” said Alex dumbly.
“On stage of course, to collect our prize!” interjected Kate. “Prize?” Alex turned to Ruby.
“Yeah, for best costumes! Come on!” Kate said, as she and Melissa pulled them to their feet. Alex was dumbfounded – after all watching all those people go onto the stage to receive their prize, she’d practically lose hope of winning anything at all. They approached the stairs and were led onto the stage, where the man with glasses presented them a trophy and asked them to say a few words into the microphone, which Katy promptly did, with zero stage fright whatsoever. Ruby on the other hand, was sweating badly, and looked incredibly nervous. She was trying to cover it up, but anyone could see that she wasn’t comfortable whatsoever. Despite this, she still took happiness in the fact that they’d won, and despite her pain a big glorious smile broke out across her face when they all held the trophy up together. Despite Alex’s perhaps a little cruel insistence that she stayed, Ruby looked like she didn’t regret staying to win the trophy.
As soon as they got off stage, they retreated back to their table, and revelled in their victory whilst the final parts of the cosplay convention were wrapped up. When they left the hall, it was already getting into the late afternoon, and none of them particularly wanted to take any more photos with the fans outside. Katy and Alex allowed a few people to take some photos, but Melissa and Ruby sat it out on a stone step a little way away, occasionally talking with a fan who walked past. Ruby was looking to be in more and more pain as the light gradually began to fade away. By seven o’clock, they had made the collective decision to go back to the flat.
“Come on, let’s get going,” said Kate. “That was good going, I’m really glad we won. Admittedly we only won a single contest, but at least it was the one we were looking for.” The others mumbled in agreement, except for Ruby, who only groaned.
“Ruby, are you alright? Still got bad ingestion huh?” said Melissa, with a worried expression.
Ruby nodded. “You uh, girls go on ahead without me. I want to go at my own pace.” She staggered forward, obviously trying not to move too fast so as not to disturb her bloated bowels.
“Nah, come on. We can’t leave you behind. We’ll get you home Ruby.”
“You know, since we’ve been here, you haven’t taken a single dump,” said Katy thoughtfully.
Ruby’s eyes went wide, and she looked at Alex. “What do you mean?”
“I mean from where my bed is, I can pretty much hear everything that happens in the bathroom, and I haven’t heard you take even a single shit. The same for Alex, but she doesn’t seem to have indigestion like you do. I’ve taken two shits, and Melissa has taken a shit every morning and evening since we got here.”
Melissa went bright red, but it was Ruby who responded with a simple “So?”
“So I’m saying when you get home you should really take a shit. You know, take a load off your bowels? Loosen yourself up a little bit?”
Ruby’s stomach made a loud gurgling noise, and she bent over until she was almost squatting. “Urrrrgh... can we not talk about shitting please? It’s really not helping.”
“Wait, are you desperate for a shit?” Katy said, only now realising how oblivious she’d been to Ruby’s symptoms.
“YES!!” said Ruby loudly. “I’m fucking desperate – and I have been for fucking DAYS!!! Now let’s get back to the apartment before I fucking shit all over my fucking self!”
It had taken a lot for Ruby to actually admit how truly mind-bogglingly desperate for a shit she actually was, and as soon as she said it Katy and Melissa helped her back to the apartment. Finally relieved of the burden of keeping her bathroom habit a secret, she could now vocalise exactly how badly she needed to go. Every few seconds she’d moan about being “stuffed with shit”, or “I’ve got to shit like a horse” or “I think my bowels are gonna burst”. By the time they arrived at the apartment, Ruby’s desperation had increased massively. It was like being able to talk about it freely had increased the urgency at which her bowels were going to release.
When they go to their rooms, Katy went back outside to see if she could get some laxatives or something from the twenty-four hour supermarket a short distance away, whilst Melissa started making Ruby’s bed and making sure would be comfortable once she’d gone to the toilet and properly relieved herself. Alex was in charge of making sure that Ruby’s costume had been removed properly.
She began to remove Ruby’s costume bit by bit. Despite her efforts, Ruby was practically trying to tear it off, almost ruining it. Thankfully, she wasn’t wearing full-on makeup like Alex was, so it was a bit easier.
“Come on Alex, stop being so slow and lazy; I can’t hold it much longer!”
The sudden and unexpected rudeness made Alex grit her teeth. She thought about how much food Ruby had eaten over the past few days, how she’d stuffed herself with the greasiest junk food possible, and how she was now being rude to the one person that would release her and allow her to go to the toilet. But now, Alex wasn’t sure we wanted to allow Ruby to go to the toilet.
“Ruby. You made a promise to your boyfriend, didn’t you? That you’d hold it to the end of the week?”
“Yeah! And I’ve kept to it!”
“Not quite. It’s only half past eight in the evening. The week only ends in – let’s see – three and a half hours.”
Ruby turned to her.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’ve had it with you being so rude to me. You being stuffed with shit has made you a fucking bitch, Ruby. There, I said it. So if you take the butt plug out I’m gonna take a photo of it and send it to your boyfriend, to make sure he knows that his girlfriend doesn’t keep a promise, just like how you broke your promise not to eat so much.”
Ruby gave her a glare of intense anger and rage, and then her face softened, and she broke down crying. She was full on sobbing, just like how Alex had done in the car when she wet herself.
“I’m so sorry Alex... I didn’t know I was being so horrible to everyone... I’ve made everyone think I’m a horrible person... and all because I ate so much... I just really thought because it’s a holiday I could do what I wanted... I’m sorry for treating you this way... I brought all this on myself... I’m so sorry... I just need to shit so bad...”
Alex herself was awash with emotions. Where a second ago she’d been ready to put a strain on Ruby’s relationship with her boyfriend, now she felt like she too had been a horrible person. Her mouth whimpered, and before she knew it she was hugging Ruby, both of them crying into each other. Their tears were dripping onto each other’s shoulders as they held each other close, both of them totally forgiven, and whispering “I’m so sorry,” tearfully into each other’s ears. Gradually, as they stopped crying, Alex began to peel off the last few layers of Ruby’s clothing, until she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties, and even then Ruby turned around, signally for Alex to help undo her bra. Almost completely naked, she was helped into the bathroom by Alex, and she stood there against the wall.
“Are you gonna shit now?” asked Alex, as Ruby prepared to take her panties off.
“Alex... I can’t, remember?”
“What do you mean?” said Alex, puzzled.
“I made a promise to my boyfriend that I wouldn’t take my butt plug out,” replied Ruby tearfully.
“No, I’m not gonna send a picture, that was just me being stupid, I promise I won’t,” said Alex. She felt like crying again, that her friend genuinely thought she would ruin her relationship.
“No Alex, I know you won’t. You’re too good of a person. But I broke a promise to you... and I don’t want to break the promise I made to my boyfriend.”
Alex just stood there, watching Ruby’s stand naked in the middle of the bathroom. “What are you going to do?” she whispered.
“I’m going to wait for Katy to get back with the laxatives, and then I’m going to take one at quarter-to-midnight, and then sit on the toilet until everything is out.”
“Okay, don’t lock the door then, in case you like pass out or something,” said Alex. Then she quietly shut the door and left, leaving Ruby alone in the bathroom. She went and found Melissa, and they sat on Katy’s bed outside the wall next to the toilet, just silently waiting for something to happen.
When Katy got back a few minutes later, she handed a laxative to Ruby through the door and sat on the bed with them.
“Is Ruby a bit better now?”
“No, she hasn’t even shit yet,” replied Melissa. Katy just nodded and said “the laxatives will definitely help with that thought. Then, without warning, there was an extremely loud noise from within the bathroom, a shriek of pain accompanied with a fearsome gurgle. Katy turned to Melissa and Alex, eyes wide, and said “Should I go and help her?”
Alex just shook her head. “I think she’ll be better off by herself for a while.”
From within the bathroom, they heard a strange noise. The ‘thunk’ of something heavy hitting the floor. “What the fuck was that?” said Melissa, but of course Alex already knew. It was the very thing that had remained stuffed between Ruby’s fat asscheeks for an entire week, and had, at that very second, been forced out by a pressure unimaginable within her overfilled bowels.
A split second later, there was another groan, but this time it was a groan of relief rather than pain. An ear-splittingly loud shart rang out throughout the apartment, followed by the sounds of a deluge of heavy, lumpy liquid shit impacting the tiled bathroom floor heavily. It literally sounded like she’d exploded with diarrhoea. Evidently she hadn’t made it to the toilet at all.
Again, another groan, and more shit cascaded onto the floor like a fetid waterfall, splashing against the walls and bathroom objects by the sounds of it. It was followed by a quick succession of blasting sharts, each one releasing heavier and heavier amounts of waste onto the floor. Alex could literally hear the loud wet crackle of fresh shit being ejected from Ruby’s enormous, rounded ass, before listening to it plop onto the floor, into the puddle of wet diarrhoea. It seemed to go on forever, to the point when Alex was amazed that anyone could even hold that much compacted waste inside of them; surely anybody else would’ve exploded with shit long before getting to this point.
They heard a ‘thump, thump’ noise, which sounded like footsteps, and then the crackling and plopping of the logs of shit hitting the floor ceased, to be replaced with noisy, farting sprays of liquid. And after a while, these ceased as well.
“I’ll go and check on here, to make sure she’s okay,” said Alex, when she was sure that Ruby had finished. She left Katy and Melissa and went to the bathroom door in the hall, knocking on it. There was no response except for a slight moan.
“Ruby, are you alright?” Another moan. Alex opened the door and was immediately hit by the most intense smell she’d ever endured in her entire life. She had to close her eyes and recoil, coughing from the powerful stench. When at last her nose had acclimatised to it, she could reopen her eyes and look at the inevitable mess in the bathroom.
Ruby was lying flat on her belly on the floor, her ass facing the door. Between her legs were wet mountains of dark brown waste, each comprised of logs of the greasiest, most disgusting shit that Alex had ever seen. Surrounding her lower body was an ocean of lumpy half-digested diarrhoea that coated the entire floor and several sections of the walls, with splashes and dribbles of shit even getting high up onto the walls and the shower. Mercifully, Ruby’s upper half had avoided the worse of the damage. On the other side of the room, buried beneath a heap of dump was the glistening butt plug that caused this catastrophe.
Alex didn’t know quite what she could do to help her. She called out gently but urgently “Ruby, are you alright?”
She saw Ruby’s eyes open and she whispered weakly “Feeling much better now – urrrgh!”
Quick as a flash, Alex darted the side as a torrent of liquid shit sprayed out from between Ruby’s cheeks, splashing onto the wooden floor of the hall. She went to fetch Kate and Melissa, who both agreed that they couldn’t really do much at that point, and that they should try to make Ruby as comfortable as possible, and see how she would be the next morning. She couldn’t get her to bed in case she ruined the sheets, so they decided the only thing they could do was to wait for Ruby to finish shitting, then clean her up and wrap her on a towel on the bathroom floor. They waited for almost an hour, listening to the occasional groan that was inevitably followed up with the splattering of shit against the bathroom door. In the meantime, they set about cleaning the shit in the hallway, scraping it up as much as possible, mopping vigorously and then washing the floor with sponges and antibacterial agents.
Eventually, twenty minutes had passed without any sign of accident from Ruby, so they decided to carefully open the door. The smell and mess took Kate and Melissa completely off-guard, with Melissa almost gagging from the horrendous explosion, but eventually they managed to pull Ruby up off the floor and put her into the shower. She seemed much better at least, she was able to communicate more easily with them, although she was still very light-headed and weak. After what felt like hours, they managed to clean the majority of the bathroom, and the only thing left to do was to take care of Ruby herself. Kate and Melissa left to go to bed, with Kate in particular wanting to get a good night’s sleep in preparation for the long drive ahead.
Alex helped Ruby stand up in the shower and turned it on, both of them totally uncaring about Ruby’s nakedness in front of her. When the water began to stream down Ruby’s body, she grasped Alex’s head in her hands and said “Thank you, Alex.”
“No problem. I mean, what are friends for?”
“I can’t thank you enough, really. But...”
“But what?”
“I still have to go...”
Alex cringed, but she reached over to turn the shower off and pull Ruby over to the toilet before any more poop could come out of her, but Ruby slapped her hand away.
“No...”
“No?”
“No... I don’t have to shit... aaaahhhh!”
Alex suddenly felt a head radiate from Ruby’s body as a furious gush of piss streamed out from Ruby’s bare pussy, landing on the shower floor. She waited for Ruby to be done... but it didn’t stop. It kept going and going and going for what felt like ages, and then just as quickly as it had started, it finished. Ruby sighed in pleasure. “All done.”
Alex washed Ruby’s body and hair, making sure that every trace of shit and grime was removed. She even washed between Ruby’s fat asscheeks, paying attention to get them properly clean. She’d never touched another woman’s butt before, and whereas previously it might have been awkward, she knew that she had a duty to look out for her friend, and she didn’t take any pleasure out of it. Ruby’s pussy were mercifully clean, but she let Ruby wash it herself. When they were done, Alex helped her out of the shower and laid her down on a fluffy towel on the floor, covering her with a larger towel on top, with a pillow for her to rest her head. Before Alex could turn out the light in the bathroom, Ruby was fast asleep, completely tired out by her urgent bathroom emergency, and the expulsion of so much waste in a single go. With Ruby seen too, Alex went to bed herself, and likewise was soon fast asleep.
THE NEXT MORNING
After waking up, Alex managed to pull herself out of bed, and quickly discovered that Kate, Melissa and Ruby were already up. Ruby was feeling much better, and was sitting in the other room drinking a coffee whilst Melissa and Kate packed up the last remaining pieces of clothing and luggage that they’d brought with them. She decided that that day she was going to wear a beige coloured dress and a denim jacket. As soon as she was able, Alex joined them in putting away the final bits of her costume, and they began to take all of their luggage down to the car. As they went outside, the cool morning air was refreshing and Alex quickly found all of her sleepiness start to go away. They were leaving quite early in the morning, due to the fact that they had a long journey ahead and Kate was trying to avoid the traffic.
Eventually, they managed to fit all of the luggage into the car. Whereas on the journey to the cosplay convention, Melissa and Alex had had to have some of the luggage between their feet and on the seat between them, this time they’d manage to fit it in such a way that it had all managed to fit into the boot of the car, with the exception of a couple of bags that they placed under their seats. When everyone was ready, they checked out and Kate pulled the car away from the hotel and onto a main road, and then they were off on the return journey.
Alex had enjoyed the holiday greatly, despite the previous night’s events. She’d been ecstatic when they won the trophy for best costumes, and nothing, not even Ruby’s moaning and moodiness had been enough to bring her down. But she was glad that they’d made up; she didn’t want them to become enemies. Today however, Ruby was just her ordinary, warm self, laughing along to what Katy was saying in the front of the car. She was getting on well with everyone, and every trace of the grumpiness of the previous days had been washed away when she relieved her aching bowels all over the bathroom floor. She looked much better physically as well, no longer appearing in pain or making strange noises with her stomach.
Alex, on the other hand, was starting to feel a bit unusual. She felt strangely heavy, like there was a weight pulling her into the seat of the car. Over time, the feeling became more and more localised to her abdomen, and she remembered that she hadn’t taken a shit for the entire cosplay convention. Unlike Ruby however, she hadn’t eaten vast amounts of fast food, so she didn’t feel quite as bad as Ruby must have been feeling, but still... she couldn’t wait to get home and take a big fucking shit. As they continued to drive, she noticed a feeling in her bladder that wouldn’t go away, both of her waste excretion organs beginning to rapidly fill up. Of course, due to Ruby’s little drama in the bathroom, none of them had been able to use it that morning, and Alex figured she wasn’t the only one who was looking out for a bathroom. She debated whether or not to say anything, to see if anyone would say anything first, but nobody did, so she was forced to speak up.
“Hey, Kate? I kinda got to take a piss. Do you think you could pull up at the next service station?”
Kate groaned. “Yeah tell me about it, I’m getting kinda desperate myself.”
“You both need to pee as well?” said Melissa suddenly, moving her hands away from her thighs.
“Yeah,” said Alex.
Kate flicked her eyes and her direction and said in response “Don’t worry girls, I’ll pull us over the moment as gas station comes into view.”
But as more and more of the countryside passed them by, none of them could see any sign of a gas station or public toilets. Alex wondered whether or not they were in the same area that she’d had an accident in on the way to the convention, and if any of the other girls were thinking the same thing. She wasn’t desperate quite yet, but her bladder was rapidly filling from the coffees that they’d all drunken before leaving earlier that morning. In particular, Kate seemed to be in the worst condition; she was bouncing around in the driver’s seat in urgent need. It was actually kinda scary; Alex was becoming frightened that she would take her hands off the wheel to hold herself and then the car would careen off into a ditch by the side of the road, or hit another car or something. Eventually however, Ruby pointed out the sign to a nearby gas station, and Katy hurriedly pulled into it, parking the car and scrambling out to get to the toilet, with Melissa and Alex in toe.
Alex was still not exactly bursting, but in the ten seconds it had taken her to leave the car and get to the nearby public toilet, it felt like as soon as she’s left the car her desperation had doubled. She pressed her thighs together and cupped her bladder with her hands.
When they turned a corner, they came across the biggest line for a toilet that Alex had ever seen. It was enormous, comprised of at least several dozen women, all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing perfectly still, others were tapping their feet or bouncing slightly, a few were openly pee-dancing in need. When they got in line, Katy quickly started acting as one of the latter. Her hands was squashed right up against her pussy, and she was gritting her teeth and grunting. Likewise, Melissa was just pacing around, trying to keep her body busy to take away the focus from thinking about her bladder, hopping around on one foot. Alex herself was holding her pussy; her bladder was quickly becoming an emergency. She was just glad that she wasn’t in the car and that she’d had the guts to speak out about finding a service station.
Suddenly, Katy gave a little moan of urgent need and tapped on the shoulder of the woman in front of her, a tall woman with a rather large butt that was contained in a pair of polka-dot leggings.
“Hey, excuse me, but I could you let me go first? I’m fucking bursting for a piss!”
The woman just shook her head angrily. “If you knew how long I’d been waiting here for that darn toilet to be free you’d never ask such a stupid question.”
Katy just groaned and replied “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it!” Just then, the occupant of the toilet left and another woman entered, the sounds of a furious piss flowing into the toilet coupled with the simultaneous gasp of relief. It was making Alex go crazy with need; she wasn’t sure how long she could hold it anymore. All she could do was clasp her pussy in her hands and hope her urethra wouldn’t fail her like it had a few days ago on the journey before. Over time, however, the line decreased until it was the woman in the leggings’ chance to use the now-vacated toilet. But Katy pushed in front of her.
“I’m really really sorry, but I just can’t wait any longer. If I have to stand here even a second longer I’m gonna wet myself!” she said, pleading with the woman to let her use it.
The woman just shoved Katy out of the way, looking her straight in the eyes and said “You’re not the only one who’s desperate for the loo. Some of us are just better at not showing it.” Then she marched into the cubicle, shutting the door and locking it. Katy’s face was burning and sweaty with urgency. She staggered over to where Alex and Melissa were bouncing in place and whispered in a terrible, pained voice “I’m not sure how long I can fucking hold it! It’s gonna come out!” The panic was clearly evident as she expressed the urgency of her situation to them. Melissa and Alex both moaned that they too were absolutely desperate, but there was nothing they could do.
From within the toilet cubicle, they all heard the shuffling of fabric as the woman pulled her leggings down, and then an enormous fart, followed by a series of wet splashes as the woman relieved her bowels. The farts continued, louder by far than even Ruby’s had been the previous day. It seemed that she must’ve been struggling with a loud of trapped gas on top of her overfull bowels. Every time the woman farted, more shit would surge into the toilet bowl, wet logs of shit being pumped out of her ass before, from the sounds of it, piling up inside it.
Suddenly, Katy let out a terrible moan. She practically shrieked “I can’t fucking take it anymore – I’m gonna piss!” Then she began to undo her jeans and ripped them off as fast as possible. Alex didn’t know what to do – she was about to stop her friend but before she knew it, Katy was squatting in the middle of the floor with her jeans around her ankles. As soon as she did so, a torrential spray of urine erupted out of her bared pussy, hitting the bathroom floor with the force of a firehose. The echoing sound of her explosive piss was incredibly loud, easily competing with the continued booming farts of the woman inside the toilet. Alex could hear the ‘hissss’ as the urine was pushed out of Kate’s urethra at record speed, and within seconds the entire floor was soaked in a rapidly expanding puddle of dark yellow, stinking piss.
Alex and Melissa couldn’t take it anymore. They weren’t brazen or bursting enough to just piss on the floor like Kate had done, but at the same time they were both in urgent desperation to relieve their bladders. But then Alex had an idea. She grabbed Melissa and they both staggered off to the men’s room.
Upon entering, they found that it was empty, but like the women’s toilets there was only a single cubicle; fortunately it wasn’t in use. Alex went to use it but Melissa said “Wait!”
Alex turned to see Melissa fighting desperately to keep her clothes clean. She looked like she could burst at any second. Her face was red and sweaty, and she was gasping in urgent need.
“Alex, please... let me go first... if you don’t I’m definitely going to wet myself.”
Alex was herself extremely desperate, but Melissa looked like such a pitiable sight that she couldn’t really refuse her. She let Melissa stumble in agony into the toilet, but it was only when Melissa’s stream began to flow out of her that she realised that she wouldn’t be able to wait until she was finished. She went into full-on panic mode. She couldn’t pee herself, not again. But she couldn’t just take a big fucking piss all over the floor like Kate had done. Looking around, there was only one thing for it.
Just as the first few drops of piss exited her urethra, she hobbled over to the urinals and lifted her dress up. As soon as her panties were out of the way, she let loose with a fearsome spray that blasted into the urinal. The physical power behind the stream was so much that it was literally firing out of her at an almost ninety degree angle. Most of the boiling hot piss managed to get into the urinal, although because it was hitting the back of it at such a force, little droplets were spraying all over the place, wetting Alex’s hands and thighs. She hoped that it wouldn’t appear on the dress as well, but at that moment all she could so was enjoy the relief as she emptied her swollen bladder. With the urine hissing from her in a cascading torrent, she just stood there, waiting until the very last drop of piss had been forced from her. When she was finally empty, she stood there for a moment, until she heard Melissa open the cubicle door.
“Did I hear you using the urinal?” Melissa inquired. Alex nodded an affirmative before walking into the toilet and drying herself with toilet paper. Her dress was thankfully untouched, but her legs and panties had suffered from back spray. In particular, there was a section of her panties right in front of her crotch that was sopping wet and stained by her explosive piss. Alex thought for a moment, before deciding that she didn’t want to be sitting in the car with wet pants on. She took them off, smoothing her dress down. It felt strangely liberating not to wear any panties, but because it would only be for the rest of the car journey that nobody would know.
Sitting on the toilet at long last, Alex pulled up her dress and relaxed, trying to motivate her bowels into moving. She wasn’t in dire need of a shit, but because she hadn’t taken a shit for the entire week, she was feeling rather stuffed up and bloated. But nothing happened. She tried to force it out, but her bowels just made a strange groaning, gurgling noise and she felt just as constipated as ever. She figured that it was probably just the fact that she’d made the unusual choice of taking a piss in the urinal, and not wearing any panties, and the strange situation was giving her butterflies. She pushed again, trying to loosen up her bowels, but she felt well and truly clogged. She realised that she could probably ask Kate if she had any more of those laxatives, since in the end Ruby hadn’t needed them, but she was a little embarrassed about it.
Trying and failing to force anything out of her bowels, Alex sighed and went into the lobby, where Kate and Melissa were. Once they were all ready, they went back to the car and met up with Ruby. As soon as she sat down in the car, Alex immediately felt the urge to shit return, but all she could do was try to shrug it off. It was too late to go back the service station, and besides, she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t still be constipated when she got back to the toilet.
They left the gas station and sped along the road. Melissa was texting on her phone to her boyfriend, Ruby was just listening to her music with her headphones in, Kate was obviously paying close attention to the road, and Alex was just looking out the window, staring at all the fields and farmland outside the motorway, watching it all pass by. They’d certainly all had an adventure of the past few days, that was for certain. And, in a strange sense, Alex had enjoyed it. She hadn’t enjoyed wetting herself, or having to clean up Ruby’s mess of course, but still – them winning the best costume competition was a big success for them. It would mean their cosplay group would become much more famous on social media, and perhaps they’d get special invites to certain future events, as well as the Patreon donations that they’d received as a result of their social media following. But Alex knew that she had to go back home, back to her normal job and normal life. However, her mind was still racing; she wondered what cosplay event would be next up, what costumes she and the rest of the girls would make, how they’d plan it all out.
Her guts made a horrid gurgle all of a sudden, and Alex was awoken from her thoughts by the urgent need to take a dump. It had come back so suddenly; a second ago she was totally lost in her own imagination, now she had been brought forcibly back into her physical body in the car, her abdomen cramping and sending urgent signals that it was time for release. She clutched her stomach, feeling a strange gurgling sensation throughout her back. She was rapidly becoming desperate to relieve her aching bowels. Fortunately, they were only a short distance outside of the city, and that meant she wouldn’t have to wait long to use the toilet at her apartment.
It wasn’t very long at all in fact when Kate pulled the car up to Melissa’s house in the outskirts of the city, and began to unload her stuff.
“Hey, Alex and Ruby, do you want to help us unload this stuff?” said Kate as she carried two big bags of luggage inside and into the central hall of Melissa’s rather spacious house. Ruby agreed immediately, but Alex was bit more reluctant; she was worried that carrying a lot of stuff around would put an undue amount of strain on her bowels, and make it harder for her to hold it in the last fifteen minutes of the journey. Carefully, she picked up a bag and slung it over her shoulder, carrying it inside where Melissa was waiting.
“Thanks for that, Alex,” she said, beaming.
“Well, I’ve got to take the others back as well,” said Kate. “That was a really great holiday, Melissa. Thanks for being there.”
“Awww,” said Melissa, before they all started to hug each other. Alex, Ruby and Kate went back to the car, and as they pulled out of Melissa’s drive they waved to her, smiling and beaming.
The next stop was fortunately Alex’s. She could her guts bubbling and churning, her bowels inching closer to the inevitable release. She knew it wasn’t going to be as liquid as Ruby’s terrifying eruption, but at the same time it wasn’t going to be pretty. Her guts felt like they were on fire, utterly packed to the brim with shit that wanted urgent release.
As smoothly and carefully as possible, she carried her stuff up to her apartment, secretly willing Ruby and Kate to get going so that she could use the toilet before she soiled herself. It was only a matter of time before her bowels pushed, and everything that was contained within would surely come surging out in a fetid mudslide. Yet despite her secret desire for them to get going and leave her alone in her apartment, Ruby and Kate kept trying to chat to her, laughing and smiling, all the while Alex was discreetly trying to prevent herself from literally taking a shit right in front of them. Finally, Kate got back in the car, and Alex was just about to say goodbye, quietly clutching her pained abdomen, when Ruby walked towards her and said:
“Alex, could I use your toilet before I go? I drank a load of coffee before we set off and my bladder is really starting to hurt.” Alex was stuck. She really REALLY needed to take a shit, and her bowels were absolutely killing her, but at the same time she was totally against the idea of showing how badly she needed to go. Plus, if she went before Ruby, she wasn’t sure how long she could be. She could be on the toilet relieving herself for an hour or more whilst Ruby sat outside. Could Ruby even wait that long herself? There was only one option; she just had to hold for a couple of minutes more whilst Ruby took her piss.
“Sure, go for it,” she grunted, holding on to her anus for dear life.
“Thanks,” Ruby sprinted past her into the bathroom. And Alex waited for her to be done. She felt woozy and light-headed from her tremendous urge to shit. It felt like she was about to accidentally relieve herself at any second, and the only thing she could possibly do to contain herself was to press herself up against the wall until her firm ass and thick thighs were squashed up against it. After what felt like an eternity, Ruby left the bathroom and Alex shouted “See you soon!” to her and Katy as they pulled away.
At last, she could relieve the enormous pressure on her massively overstuffed bowels. She moaned out loud and said to herself “Holy fuck I have to shit so bad,” as if admitting her problem would help take the pressure off. She staggered to the bathroom, taking small, hobbling steps and opened the door. The toilet was right in front of her, but it was too late.
Alex suddenly felt a weird feeling that started in her belly, and moved all the way down her abdomen until it hit her bowels, then her anus. And it was that point that she knew she couldn’t make it to the toilet. She was too tired and stuffed with shit to move even another inch; she couldn’t move a muscle, just standing there knowing that at any second she would shit herself. But there was no embarrassment, only the inevitability of relief. She hadn’t shit herself in front of her friends, or anyone else for that matter, and that was all the counted. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be as bad as Ruby’s.
There was a feeling as her anus was pulled wide open. Alex felt an enormous shit start to move towards the exit. But nothing emerged. She could feel her asshole widening and widening, until getting more and more painful. How fucking big could this turd possibly be??? She moaned in agony as her poor abused asshole was stretched even further, she was sure that it would break, until at last she felt it; a rock-solid emerging from her. The fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties from earlier made it so after several seconds of absolute agony, the turd began to emerge from beneath her dress. It was absolutely colossal, at least four inches in diameter. It was like giving birth through her ass. Sweat poured off her in buckets as she fought to relieve herself of its pressure, and at last it began to speed up. Instead of a tenth of an inch of her length of cable emerging every ten seconds, now it was emerging faster and faster, until it hanging low beneath her dress, being forced out with extreme pressure. Alex couldn’t believe how impossibly large and solid it was; it was like laying a gargantuan log of solid diamond. At yet it came tumbling out of her, until with a dry fart the final length shot out of her, the entire log impacting the floor with a heavy ‘THUMP’.
The relief that Alex felt in that moment was indescribable. It was almost orgasmic, as if all her problems had been suddenly relieved from her. She turned around, her eyes clouded over with extreme feelings of relief, and saw the extreme size of the shit she’d just taken. It was monstrous, far larger than any individual log Ruby had produced. In fact, it was practically the size and shape of her entire colon. But there was still something left in her...
Alex farted again, and several large nuggets of rock hard hit dropped out of her, landing on top of the mammoth log. They were shortly followed by another barrage of nuggets and pellets, and another, and another, until the colossal log was almost buried beneath a pile of brown rocks. With each groaning release, Alex could feel the weight inside her decrease. She had taken a load off with her titanic shit, and when the final few pellets of shit dropped out of her, she walked serenely over to the toilet and just sat there, completely empty, and looked at what she had just produced.
In the middle of the bathroom was a turd bigger than anything she’d ever seen before. It around a foot and a half in length, with enormous girth, wider than a soft-drinks can. On top of it was piled rock solid pieces of shit, each one at least an inch in size, several dozen in total. Due to its hard nature, her shit didn’t smell too bad, but she knew it would be a helluva time trying to clean it up. In a strange sense she was glad she hadn’t made it to the toilet; the sheer amount of shit she’d produced would’ve clogged it for sure. She just sat there, thinking about nothing in particular, until eventually she got up and began the work to clean up her massive accident.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Alex was watching TV when the doorbell rang. She raced to the front door, only to find that it was a delivery man. She tried to remember if she’d brought anything whilst the signed the machine the man was holding, before he passed her a shoebox-sized package. She took it inside and started to open, no longer caring about what was on the TV. Underneath the layer of wrapping was a single note:
TO ALEX
You seemed pretty curious about mine, so I thought I’d get you one. Besides, from what I saw when we dropped you off, it might come in handy
FROM RUBY
Opening the package, Alex could see it glinting in the light. She clasped the butt plug in her hands, and began to think of all the new adventures she could have with it. This was going to be fun... |
This is the third instalment of the ongoing tale of Tom and Jill, the mature woman with whom he had struck up a relationship. They had really hit it off on their first two dates and were both really turned on by one another. The fact that they had ended up bursting for a toilet on both these occasions, with Jill wetting herself and Tom practically doing the same made things even better, although neither had confessed to the other how turned on they had been by the other’s predicament.
Tom had stayed at Jill’s on both previous occasions, but as he still stayed with his parents, it wasn’t possible for Jill to come and stay with him. He hadn’t told his parents about the relationship yet, as he was sure they wouldn’t approve, with Jill being so much older than him. Instead, for their next date, they had arranged to go on a weekend break. After some discussion as to whether to go to a city or the countryside, they settled on booking a country retreat. It was in a lovely area, with lots to see and places to visit.
The weekend came, and Tom drove the several hour journey to pick Jill up at the nearest station to their destination. He was excited to be meeting Jill again and was looking forward to what the weekend had to bring. As she sat on the train, Jill was also looking forward to her weekend. She had been to the hairdresser and they had worked their magic, making her look much younger. She had also bought some new underwear, as she had noticed that the sight of it seemed to turn Tom on. It wasn’t anything skimpy or the like, but it was still sexy enough and firm enough to hold her tummy in nicely.
They met at the station in the late afternoon and immediately hugged and kissed as a welcome. As soon as Tom saw her, he grew erect. He couldn’t explain why, but to him Jill was the sexiest woman alive and he couldn’t wait to be in her arms again. Jill was thrilled to see Tom again too, with his full head of hair and strong, athletic looking figure. He was the man of her dreams and she wished she had known him years ago.
They drove the few miles out of town to the country hotel they had booked and were delighted to find it to be a charming looking old building with beautiful gardens. They checked in and were shown to their room, which was massive. It had a huge bed, covered in pillows and cushions and a splendid view over the grounds and across the open countryside. As soon as they were alone in the room they were in one another’s arms, kissing and fondling one another. After a while they stopped and got ready to go for dinner. Jill changed into a simple but elegant dress, while Tom put on a freshly ironed shirt and smart trousers. Jill had changed in the room in front of Tom and he had to force himself not to stare at her as she stood in her bra and knickers. He immediately hardened up and it was some time before he had regained composure and could head to the restaurant.
They had a lovely, leisurely meal accompanied by several glasses of wine before taking a stroll through the gardens and heading to their room. Before long they were on the huge bed, lost in a long, gentle lovemaking session.
The next day they rose early and went for breakfast. The breakfast was a feast in itself, with plenty of choice and limitless tea, coffee or juice. Having finished they returned to their room to prepare to go exploring the area. Before leaving they both made sure they used the toilet, no doubt bearing in mind the outcome of their previous outings. It was a beautiful summer day with not a cloud in the sky, so they took the complimentary bottles of spring water from their room with them. Jill had decided to wear a summer dress with a flared skirt. It was shaped and fitted around the upper part and showed off her breasts nicely. Tom wore a loose summer shirt and light coloured trousers.
They had discussed where to visit over breakfast and had opted for a tour of a stately home, followed by a leisurely tour around some of the quaint villages in the area. The stately home was about an hour away, but they had plenty of time so took it easy. When they arrived they decided to go for a coffee in the café before taking the tour. As they were leaving the café, Jill glanced at the toilet and briefly thought about using it. Then Tom mentioned that a guided tour was due to start in a few minutes, so instead they hurriedly bought tickets and joined the group.
The tour lasted over an hour. The place was massive, with lots of different rooms, all with their own story attached to them and full of historic artefacts and furniture. Once the tour had finished they took a stroll around the grounds, enjoying the glorious sunshine. Jill mentioned that she wished she had taken the spring water from the car, as it was so hot, but then she said that maybe that wouldn’t have been such a good idea, as she was beginning to need the loo. On returning from the grounds they went back to the café and had a light lunch. Jill was definitely intending to use the toilet this time, as she wasn’t sure where they were going next or when a toilet would be available.
Just as they were finishing their lunch and Jill was about to get up to use the toilet, there was sudden influx of visitors. On checking out of the windows they saw that two coach tours had arrived. Most of the passengers were heading straight for the toilets, some with rather desperate looking expressions on their faces. Before long there was quite a queue in the lobby, especially outside the ladies. One or two women looked particularly uncomfortable, shuffling from foot to foot with concerned looks on their faces.
Tom had finished his lunch too and was keen to get off. Jill asked him where they were going to go next and he told her about a village about ten miles away that had some interesting small shops. She then decided that rather than wait in the long queue for the ladies that she would hold on until they were at the village. Surely there would be a café, pub or a public toilet there she could use. After all, she wasn’t desperate or anything, but would be more comfortable if she went soon.
They headed back top the car and set off, chatting away about things they had noticed in the stately home and imagining what life there would have been like in its heyday. Tom was starting to feel his bladder sending him signals now and thought that he would be glad when they were at the next village, as he was going to have to use the toilet soon. Driving along, he became aware of the fact that Jill had gone quiet. When he asked if everything was alright she replied that it was, but that she was going to need to find a toilet soon. Tom told her that he was starting to need as well and reassured her that they would find one in the village.
They soon arrived in the village, but immediately noticed that there were few people about. They found a central car park, parked up and got out to have a look around. Tom was glancing around, discreetly searching for a sign indicating where a toilet might be, but he couldn’t see anything. They wandered down the main street, glancing in shop windows and looking for a café or pub. It wasn’t that they were needing to take more liquid in though, but more that hey needed to let some out. With no sign of anything obvious, they finally stopped a passing woman who looked to be a local and asked her about a pub or café. She replied that there were several cafes and one pub, buy added that they were all closed that day. Apparently it was market day in a larger village about fifteen miles away and everyone went there, meaning that it wasn’t worthwhile opening the local places for the day. They then asked about public toilets, only for the woman to tell them that they had been shut years ago by the council as part of a money saving drive.
On hearing this, Jill’s need suddenly seemed to increase tenfold and she did a little dance on the spot. After thanking the woman, they quickly decided that the best thing they could do was to head for the larger village. After all, if it was market day there were bound to be plenty of places open where they could use the toilet.
They returned to the car and Tom drove off, feeling rather uncomfortable, but also concerned. His need had increased significantly now too and he was also worried about Jill. He had seen first hand before how she went from simply needing a toilet to being absolutely desperate in quite a short space of time and didn’t want her to end up embarrassing herself and spoiling her day. She was sitting quietly at the moment, no doubt thankful for the thought of relief when they reached their destination.
The road here was rather twisty and quite narrow, so Tom had to concentrate. There was no way he could drive quickly and remain safe, so he took it easy. Jill had her eyes closed now, but he sensed she wasn’t sleeping but rather was concentrating on controlling her over full bladder. Then suddenly she was speaking again. “Oh Tom” she said “I’m so sorry, but I think that I’m going to have to ask you to pull over. I’m bursting for a pee and I don’t think I can wait much longer.” Having spoken she slipped a hand between her thighs and started to hold herself through her dress, feet drumming on the floor and her face screwed up in concentration. Tom told her that it wouldn’t be long before they were in the village, but that if she really was bursting he would try to find a safe place to stop. He was actually thinking of stopping anyway, as he was struggling. With the twisty road he had to keep both hands firmly on the wheel, meaning that he couldn’t hold himself as he very much would have liked to do.
Jill fell silent again and Tom thought that the pressure must have eased a bit. She still had her hand between her legs but didn’t look quite so tense as before. He, on the other hand, was extremely tense. On a straight bit of road he used one hand to knead his crotch, squeezing his thighs together in an attempt to keep it in. he was absolutely desperate and was going to have to stop at the first safe opportunity. There was no way he could risk a leak in these trousers, as it would be glaringly obvious what had happened. He was so engrossed in his own battle that had almost forgotten about Jill being there beside him until he heard her suddenly give a sob and exclaimed “Oh Tom! Please, find some where to stop! I’m about to pee myself! I can’t wait! It’s going to come out soon! Please! Oh Please!” That took Tom back to reality and he glanced over at her. She had scrunched up the front of her dress and now had two hands firmly pressed into her crotch, holding herself directly through her knickers. There were tears glistening in her eyes and it was clear that she was on the verge of having a full blown accident.
Tom muttered something about the road being too twisty and that he would have to find a straight section before he could stop. He was in agony himself and had to keep one hand pressed between his legs, even going through bends. All the while there didn’t seem to be anywhere safe to pull over, with bend after bend appearing through the windscreen.
Then, as they came out of a bend, two things happened. Tom noticed that there was a long straight ahead of them, with a field entrance away to the far end of it. Also, at the same moment, Jill gave a gasp, followed by a little shriek, before saying “Oh no, no! It’s too late! It’s coming out! I’m going in my knickers! Oh no, no! Oh please stop! Let me out! I’m wetting myself!”
Tom told her to try to hold on for a few more seconds. He pressed the accelerator and raced for the field opening before swinging the car off the road and across the entrance and skidding to a stop. Before they had stopped, Jill had her seatbelt off and her hand on the door handle. As soon as they came to a halt she threw the door open and got out. Tom meanwhile sat in the driving seat, both hands squeezing his penis for all he was worth, with his eyes glued to Jill. He expected to see her hitch up her dress, drop her knickers and go into a squat, but as he watched she stood and gathered her skirt around her waist. Her feet were spread apart and there was a growing wet patch on the back of her knickers as she stood there with pee flooding out between her legs and splashing on the ground between her feet. The sight and sound of her pee hitting the ground was too much for Tom and he quickly got out and raced around the car to the passenger side, unzipping as he went. He stood with his back to the road and to Jill as he frantically fished around to get free. There was growing stain on the front of his trousers before he finally got clear and a strong arc of pee shot out into the bushes.
Once they were both drained, they looked at one another. Both were full of apologies. Jill about being unable to hold, and Tom about being unable to find a place to stop. Then they returned to the car. Jill sat on the edge of the seat with her feet out of the door and slipped off her soaking wet knickers. She squeezed the worst of the pee from them before laying them on the rubber mat on the floor and wiping herself down with tissues as best she could. Meanwhile tom stood at the drivers door, dabbing at the wet spot on his trousers with tissues and trying his best to make it less obvious. They then drove away, having decided that they had done enough exploring for one day and returned to the hotel for a badly needed shower. |
(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
This story was a suggested by @LifeIsStrange. I hope you like this.
Meryl opened her eyes and looked around. She got up from her bed and sat at the edge. She was unaware of how much time had passed since she got taken to the cell. Meryl stood up and walked up to the door. She looked through the hole but there was nobody standing nearby. Meryl sighed and went back to her bed. She laid back down and looked at the ceiling. She placed her hands behind her head and started working out to pass the time.
A few minutes had passed and Meryl was still busy working out. She stopped when she felt someone watching her. She looked at the vent above her, but there was nobody there. She stared at the vent for a while to confirm there was nothing there and then went back to working out.
About a minute had passed and Meryl was now staring at the ceiling. The prisoner was starting to feel the urge to pee. She looked to her side and saw a toilet next to sink. Both the toilet and the sink were a little dirty, which made her cringe a little. Still, any place was better than in her pants. She looked at the vent to make sure there really wasn't anyone watching her. She then looked back at the door. She was about to get up and use the toilet until she heard a voice coming from the cell next to her. that voice didn't sound at all like the chief. She decided to ignore the pressure in her bladder for now and listen to what they were saying.
"What i'm about to tell you is classified information."
"Okay..."
"We were conducting exercises with a new type of experimental weapon."
Meryl stayed against the wall and listened to what was going on in the other cell. It was a bit difficult for her to focus on the conversation due the pressure in her bladder. She kept listening until she was startled by someone yelling....
"HEY! SHUT UP IN THERE,WILL YA?!" Meryl looked at her door. She ran up to it and looked through, she could barely see a cell guard walking away from the cell. Meryl looked at the wall and then back at the toilet. She decided to continue listening to the conversation as she could just use the toilet after they were done talking. She just hoped the conversation wouldn't last too long as the pressure was bothering her. She leaned against the wall and kept listening to the conversation.
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"You....haven't heard any other way to disarm the PAL, have you?" one of the voices said. Meryl groaned a little. She was able to catch most of the conversation, but her bladder proved to be a bit of a distraction. Meryl looked back at the dirty toilet. She considered using it now as she felt like this conversation would go on for a while. But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice groaning.
"Huh?" Meryl gasped. She got up from the bed and ran towards the door.
"Hey! What's going on?!" Meryl yelled as she started banging against her door. But the voice kept groaning. Meryl banged harder, but the voice kept groaning. and then....silence. The voice completely stopped.
"Hello?!" Meryl kept banging against the door, but she got no response.
"Hey!" a voice said. Meryl backed away from the door. The door opened and a cell guard entered the room.
"Stop banging against the door! What do you think you will...." The guard said as he approached her. Meryl didn't listen to what the guard had to say. All she was focused on was the opportunity to escape. She punched the guard and grabbed him by the neck while he was stumbling away from her. The guard tried to break free from her grasp by elbowing her in the stomach. Meryl gritted her teeth as she felt the pain from the punch and the pressure from her bladder. She threw guard against the wall. The guard tried to get up, but Meryl punched him in the face and knocked him out. Meryl looked at the entrance and the door was still open. This is it, this is her chance to escape.
But then she looked back at the toilet. The pressure in her bladder was getting harder and harder to ignore, But with the door open anyone walking by could see her relieving herself. She decided to hold it in for now and take the chance to escape. She grabbed the knocked out guard and stripped him off his uniform. After putting on that uniform, she grabbed his weapon and exited the cell. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then headed to her right. She took one look at the closed cell that was next to the one she came from. She tried to peek through the entrance hole and what she saw surprised her. it was the DARPA chief, but he was on the ground and he wasn't moving at all.
Meryl slowly stepped away from the cell and started moving forward. That is until she heard the cell door open. she turned around and pointed her weapon at the one who exited the cell.
"DON'T MOVE!" She yelled as the person she was aiming at stopped. she looked at the chiefs body again and pressed her weapon against the man.
"So....You killed the chief? You bastard...." Meryl said. The man turned to look at her. Meryl's eyes widened. The man looked a lot like Liquid Snake. But there was something different about him. The man took a step towards her. She kept aiming her weapon at the man. However, her hands were shaking and the pressure in her bladder made it a little difficult for her to stand completely still.
"Is this the first time you pointed a gun at a person?" the man asked. She then pulled out a gun and aimed it at her.
"Can you shoot me rookie?" The man asked. Almost as if he was taunting her. Meryl didn't say anything. She just nervously aimed her gun at him.
"You're not one of them...are you?" the man asked.
Suddenly, one of the doors opened and a bunch of guards ran through. The man immediately started gunning down the Guards that ran through the door. Meryl was aiming at the door, but she didn't pull the trigger.
"What are you waiting for?! Shoot!" The man said as he kept firing.
"Don't talk to me like i'm a rookie!" Meryl replied as she started firing wildly at every guard that came through the door. After a while, she didn't see any guards coming. She approached the door slowly, all while trying to ignore the pressure she felt with every step she took. She looked around and didn't see any guards approaching.
She exited the room and ran towards a nearby elevator. While she was running, she could feel someone staring at her again. She entered the elevator and almost immediately turned around and started firing behind her. She kept firing for a while until she was sure whoever was following her was gone. she sighed and waited for the elevator to close. She then lowered her weapon and sighed. She was starting to regret not using the toilet in her cell. She crossed her legs and looked around while waiting for the elevator to stop. She could only hope she could find a away to get out of here fast.
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After getting out of the elevator and roaming around the place, Meryl was suddenly contacted by the same man that helped her get out of her cell. it turns out that man was the legendary Solid Snake. Her goal was to open up the Cargo and then contact him again.
Unfortunately, going around the place was more stressful than she thought. Not only did she have to worry about the guards, but she also had to worry about her need to pee. Her bladder was more full and the pressure she felt had only gotten stronger since her escape. To the point where she was starting to worry she wasn't going to make it out of here and find a toilet. It seemed her only option now was to find a place within the base to relieve herself.
But she had to ignore her needs for now, as she was busy unlocking the cardo door. After she did that, she called Snake to inform him. She put her mask back on and told him to meet her at the nuclear warhead storage building. She was supposed to stay put and wait for Snake, but she wanted to see if prove to him that she wasn't a rookie. Not only that, but she was also hoping she could find a bathroom while making her way over there.
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She was very close to the building now. Meryl hid in the bushes and looked around. On her way here, she had to get away from a few guards that had spotted her. Compared to when she broke free from her cell, she had an easier time shooting them. But focusing on them still proved to be difficult because of her bladder. By this point, she was pretty full and the fact she had to walk on foot in a snowy environment didn't help at all. Because of this, she decided to keep running until she could reach the base. She contemplated peeing in the bushes, but that thought was quickly interrupted by a Codec Call from snake. He had found the chief engineer of Metal Gear and she was now tasked with looking after him.
"THERE SHE IS,OVER THERE!" a guard shouted. Meryl quickly hung up and ran away from the bush, with the guards giving chase. after a bit of running, she hid behind a boulder and put on her mask. she peeked from behind the boulder to see if they were still following her. Sure enough, they were standing there and looking around for her. While their backs were turned, Meryl aimed her weapon and shot both of then down.
After looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she walked away from the boulder and entered the building. Meryl placed her free hand between her legs. She felt like she was getting near her limit. She kept walking forward, hoping to find a bathroom on her way to the engineers room. She entered a hallway and saw a bunch of dead bodies laying around. and it looked like they all got cut. she walked up to the door at the end of the hallway while ignoring the bodies. She opened the door and looked around. This looked like the room she was be in, but Snake and the engineer were nowhere to be found. Meryl decided to leave the room and look around the building.
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Meryl exited the elevator and looked around. Once the coast was clear, She exited the elevator. She saw another open door that lead to an office. as she approached the door however, she looked to her left and saw Snake standing there. He was just.....standing there and his weapon was lowered. Despite this, Meryl entered the office and ignored him. She looked around the office and to her delight, she saw another door that lead to the restrooms. Finally having a chance to relieve herself, she went through the door and saw a few seats with mirrors to her left and a few toilet stalls to her right.
Meryl quickly removed her mask and took off her uniform. She was now standing there wearing nothing but a black tank top and some gray panties. She entered a stall and closed the door. she approached the toilet and placed her weapon against the wall. After that, she turned around and pulled down her panties. She sat down on the toilet and relaxed. Almost immediately, she let out a strong stream of pee. Meryl closed her eyes and let out a relieved sigh as her stream of urine splattered against the toilet bowl and into the water. It felt so good to let it all out after holding it in. She slowly opened her eyes and listened. Besides the sound of her peeing, there was no other noise in the room. Meryl leaned her back against the toilet and closed her eyes, waiting for the stream to end. After almost half a minute, her stream had completely stopped. A few droplets fell down and landed on the toilet bowl. the grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself clean. She then dropped it in the toilet and got up from it to pull her panties back up.
Right as she was about to flush the toilet however, she heard some footsteps. She grabbed her weapon and waited. She footsteps got louder and louder until she could see someone standing in front of her stall. Meryl waited for a while before the person standing in front of her stall walked away. She then exited her stall and aimed her weapon at him. Right at the same time, the person turned around and aimed his weapon at him. This person once again turned out to be Snake.
"Y'know...Men aren't allowed in here...." Meryl said as she lowered her weapon.
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TOM 2 flew through the endless black cosmos using his jetpack. He'd just stopped at his favorite place to chow down, Ice Station Cool, which was located on the planet Melbourne. He'd gulped down a fizzy Coca-Cola soda, colored blue with artificial alien coloring, which was non-toxic. Eventually, TOM saw the Absolution in the distance, and he increased his flying speed to reach it. As he drew closer and closer to the L-class space explorer, he didn't notice that all that soda had gone down his techno-organic digestive system that fast, and was now making its way to his kidneys. TOM watched as the Absolution's door window opened to reveal an entrance, which he flew into.
"Hello, TOM," the gentle voice of Sara said, as her diamond-blue visage appeared on the ship screens. "Yes, I've caught onto your usage of the window as an entrance."
TOM chuckled at the previous sentence, as he walked to his seat and sat down. "So, what's up?" he asked Sara.
"Nothing much," Sara said. "I've got some new episodes of Dragon Ball Z if you want to see them!"
All of a sudden, TOM felt a surge of pressure in his bladder. The soda he'd drank had done a number on it, and the added colors just made it worse. TOM jumped when he felt the pang of desperation, and shouted "YE-ES!"
Confused by TOM's out of character moment, Sara asked, "Are you OK, TOM?"
TOM regained his composure, and said, "Yeah. It's just I drank... too much soda, that's all. I'm... kinda hyper." He didn't want Sara to know he really had to use the bathroom, as he'd be embarrassed saying it, as much embarrassed as he was admitting to Sara that he listened to Aaron Carter.
Come on, TOM. That was more embarrassing than this, he thought. Still, he didn't want Sara to know about the increasing heaviness in his privates, which was now accompanied by very painful (for him) rumbling in his abdomen. He tried not to fidget in his seat or cross his legs, as that would be two dead giveaways to Sara.
"Anyway, yeah, I'd like to see those DBZ episodes," TOM said.
"All right," said Sara, as her face disappeared from the screen, and the exciting action of Dragon Ball Z took her place. TOM tried to focus on the enticing adventures of Kakarot, known to Earth as Goku, and his many friends as they competed in the Strongest Beneath the Heavens competition, but his aching bladder proved to be an eternal distraction. Because Sara (hopefully) couldn't see him, TOM decided to cross his legs after a while, as the pressure grew stronger. He tried to fight back the urge to pee, as if he accidentally wet himself, Sara would see the mess he made, and things would get ugly. So he decided to bear with the intensity of his desperation for now.
I wish I hadn't drank that soda...
Meanwhile, a pivotal moment was going on in Dragon Ball Z. TOM couldn't miss this, so he wasn't about to get up and use the bathroom. As the two characters onscreen fought, TOM tried his best to pay attention to the scene, without worrying about the growing pains in his bladder. He was actually paying somewhat attention even with the hell going on in his privates.
However, as the episode ended and Sara came back onscreen, TOM noticed he'd crossed his legs even tighter. Sara had definitely noticed as well.
"TOM, do you have to use the bathroom?" she said, with genuine concern.
TOM's face would've flushed if he could. She knew. She knew. But he tried to keep it cool and 'fess up to her.
"Yes, Sara..." he said, sheepishly.
"I should've known earlier," Sara said. "You said you had too much soda. Go to the bathroom, please."
TOM walked up from his seat and went to the bathroom. With each step his metal feet took on the hard floor, he felt his bladder jolt, like pee was ready to come out of his urethra. He felt a few drops leak already.
Oh, no! he thought. I better hurry up or else I'll wet myself! ...Can't run... have to walk...
TOM kept at his current pace, as he didn't want to startle his bladder. Eventually, he made it to the bathroom, and with a quick movement, kicked the door down and ran to the toilet. He sat down and let all the pee accumulated in his bladder release.
As he peed, he felt relief wash over him like the secrets of heaven being told to him. He'd waited so long for this moment, and it had finally arrived. He let his sphincter relax even more, and the yellow stream increased its intensity.
"Oh... YES! OH! THIS IS BETTER THAN..."
"TOM, I can hear you," said Sara from the bridge. TOM's face once again would flush if it could. Had he really been so desperate to pee that he was expressing his relief out loud?
"S-sorry..." he said.
Once TOM was done peeing, he ripped off a piece of toilet paper from the roll hanging to his left and wiped his bottom with it. Then he threw it in the toilet and flushed. Afterwards, he washed his hands and dried them, making sure to remember the rules of robotic hygiene. He ran back to the bridge.
"Sara... I might've accidentally destroyed the door again," said TOM, punctuated by nervous chuckling. He took a seat in his chair and relaxed, not having to worry about the burden of urinary emergency anymore.
"Oh, brother," Sara said, rolling her eyes.
Trying to change the subject, TOM said, "So... put on the next DBZ episode. Can't wait to see what happens next."
"All right," said Sara, her face disappearing as she loaded the file. And as the episode started, TOM knew he was going to have a good night. |
A/N: The omorashi spot for Kinktober got taken by Leaf Pokemon herself, featuring her twin brother Red 😉
Red can tell that his sister is not holding up too well at this point. They have been on the road for a while now, making their way to the next town, and for some time now, he has been able to tell that she needs to pee. Though Leaf is not entirely opposed to doing something like that outside, since they often do not have many other options, she still prefers the comfort of more indoor options when they are available.
She must be hoping that she will be able to make it into town if they just keep going at their current pace, and has not mentioned anything of her need to Red, probably thinking that he is not capable of figuring out on his own. Leaf tends to mistake her twin’s silence for cluelessness, not realizing that he is a lot more perceptive than he lets on, especially where his sister is concerned. The two of them are closer to each other than anyone else, much closer than they should be as siblings, and so, there is little that she is able to hide from him at this point.
But if she does not want to talk about, then he will not embarrass her by bringing it up, even if it is pretty obvious that she is uncomfortable by this point. She is starting to lag behind him as she fights against her growing need, and he wishes that she would just give up already, take a detour behind a bush, and be done with it. At least that way she would not be in pain anymore, especially when he is not sure if they are going to get into town nearly as quickly as she may think they will.
He had told her that it was not a long journey just to keep her motivated to keep going, not because he thought she would take that to mean it was close enough that she would not have to stop to relieve herself along the way. Now, here she is, growing more desperate by the minute, while she continues to press on, and all Red can do is hope for the best. She knows her own limits, so she will know to stop before it gets too bad, and otherwise, he can just internally cheer her on, hoping that she really is capable of making it to their destination.
It is not long later that she speaks up, however. In a small voice, she asks, “How much longer do you think it’s gonna be?”
“Not sure,” he replies, and she groans a bit. “You alright?”
“I…yeah, I’m fine, it’s just that I was…hoping we would get there soon, I kind of have to…” She trails off, and he turns around to see the way that she blushes and vaguely gestures. “You know.” He does know, but he doubts her explanation would have helped much if he had not already figured that out on his own.
“Do you think you can make it?” he asks, and Leaf scowls at him, her blush deepening.
“Obviously I can, I was just asking,” she says, but he can see the uncertainty in her eyes. Why would she want to draw it out when there is even the slightest chance of her not making it? It makes no sense to him, and he considers suggesting that she just stop now. He decides against it, if only because he knows that she would just get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when she is already more than capable of taking care of herself.
The twins fall silent after that, with Red keeping his eyes mostly on the path ahead of him, though he can’t help but glance at his sister out of the corner of his eye as they go. She is becoming more and more agitated, stumbling from time to time, a nearly constant look of discomfort on her face when she does not think that Red is looking at her or will notice. She is in really bad shape now, but still, she does not say a word about it, still intent on making it into town, even though it is still far off in the distance.
Finally, Red decides that he can’t keep quiet anymore. Ordinarily, he does not start conversations with her on his own, leaving her to fill the silence if she wants to, but comfortable enough on his own in silence that he never feels the need to. Right now, however, he feels like this is a little more important, for the sake of his sister’s comfort- and, perhaps, to take his mind off of the way watching her squirm is making him feel, though he is doing everything in his power to ignore that part.
“It looks like it might be a little farther away than I thought,” he says, and she groans.
“Don’t say that!”
“But it’s true. I was just letting you know,’ he says, “in case you wanted to…”
“I’m going to make it,” she snaps, interrupting him right away, just as he was afraid she would. “You don’t need to worry about that, and I know that’s what you were trying to say.”
“I’m sure you’re fine, Leaf, but wouldn’t it be better to-”
“What’s going you so chatty, anyway?” She does what she can to brush off the topic entirely, but he can see her wincing, can tell that this is not getting any better for her. Leaf is not going to make it; Red has already figured it out, but he is not sure if she has or not. He does not see how she could still be oblivious, when it is her body and her limits, but he is certain that, if she knew that it was hopeless, she would have stopped by now, asking if he could wait for her for a second while she went off the path to find some privacy.
He wishes that there were some way for him to convince her to do just that, but she seems intent on shutting him down at every turn, while continuing to hold onto her impossible hope that she will make it all the way to town. Even as her steps become more uneven, even as their pace is slowed down considerably by her inability to keep up with him, she still tries to pretend that everything is fine, and Red helplessly watches her, unable to do anything to assist her- until, finally, he can’t keep quiet anymore.
He finally snaps when he sees her pushing a hand under her skirt, when she thinks that he is not paying attention, shocking him. Leaf has not done anything like that since she was a little girl, but now here she is, pushing her skirt up enough that he can see her panties out of the corner of his eye while she grabs herself, biting her lip, before she drops her hand and pretends as if nothing has happened at all. Red simply cannot allow this continue, not when she is this desperate.
“You’re not going to make it,” he says bluntly, and turns to see her shocked face.
“What are you saying? I- of course I am!” she protests, blushing furiously. “Why would you even…” She has stopped now, rubbing her thighs together as she argues with him, one hand tugging at the bottom of her skirt, as if she is just barely holding back from grabbing herself again, right where he can see her.
“You’re not. I saw you, Leaf,” he says simply, not letting her get away with trying to hide this from him.
“It’s going to be fine,” she lies, but she is squirming openly now, panic in her eyes, as she tries to fight this losing battle. He does not understand why she is doing all of this just to avoid peeing outside when the other option is definitely wetting herself along the road. There is absolutely no way she is going to make it to a public bathroom, especially not at the rate that they are going, but even if they could run, he doubts she would be able to hold it for that long.
She is acting like an idiot, and he does not understand it at all, especially not when she has been willing to pee outside plenty of times over the course of their journey. None of this makes any sense to him, and he wants to shake some sense into her, to snap her back into the rational sister that he has been traveling with up until now.
“You’re going to wet yourself.” He says it so bluntly that he watches her eyes widen in surprise and scandal, but her surprise at his words is forgotten as soon as she suddenly yelps, pushing a hand between her legs once again, her skirt pushed up as she holds herself openly, right in front of him.
“Don’t look at me…” she mumbles.
“Stop this, right now. I can’t stand to see you like this,” he says, wondering why nothing he says is getting through to her, why he has to say so much to convince her not to put herself through this for no reason. “You’re not going to make it, so just hurry up before it’s too late.”
“I’m fine! I can…I can make it there, see…” She takes a few shaky steps, but she keeps her hands between her legs, a pathetic sight as she tries to hobble down the path, only to stop suddenly after a few steps, wriggling in place.
“You can only take a few steps at a time,” he replies, stating the obvious. “And you can’t just walk into town like that. Everyone will see you, with your hands between your legs and your skirt pushed up, and…” It is only just now that he notices the small, dark spot on her light blue panties, before one of her hands shifts to cover it.
“You’re already losing it,” he says.
“No, I’m…I’m fine!”
“You’re not.” There is nothing more than he can say to her if she refuses to accept the obvious. Once again, she tries to talk a few shaky steps, only to be left frozen in place again, where she gasps and whimpers. Red watches with wide eyes as a thin stream of urine trickles down the inside of one of her legs.
“Just don’t look at me,” she mumbles, and he feels his frustration boil over.
“You’re already pissing yourself!” he snaps. “Just go, now, before it gets any worse!”
“Red, I don’t think…I don’t think I’m going to make it,” she says, stating the obvious that she should have realized a long time ago. But she sounds so pitiful, so pathetic, that it dissolves his anger right away, turning him back into the protective, doting older brother- even if he is only a few minutes older than her.
“You’re not,” he says, his voice a bit more soothing now. “But it’s okay, you never needed to make it town. You did a good job.” He is not necessarily sure if her behavior is deserving of praise, but he praises her anyway, not wanting to make her feel worse than she already does.
“No, I mean, I’m not going to…to…” And, right then and there, before she can even finish her sentence, Leaf loses control.
Red is helpless to do anything but watch as she pisses herself completely, dropping her hands as the stream grows to a torrent, but when she drops her hands, her skirt falls as well, and he can tell that it has gotten wet as well. Her panties are soaked through, and her socks and shoes are not spared, because it takes her too long to realize that she should spread her legs to try and keep them dry.
And none of it matters, in the end, because she soon collapses to her knees, landing right in her own puddle, head hanging low as she finally finishes emptying her bladder, her skirt not at all salvageable, her accident immediately obvious to anyone who might look at her.
Red is at her side in an instant, his arm around her as he tries to figure out how best to comfort her in this situation. This is entirely her fault, he knows, and he tried to tell warn her, but none of that seems like the right thing to say right now. Nothing seems like the right thing to do except hold her, ignoring his own strange feelings, mingling with his frustration enough to completely confuse him. Better that he forget all of that entirely, and focus on his sister, and trying to comfort her through her first accident since she was a small child.
“Red…Red…” she whimpers, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. “I-I’m sorry, I tried to…”
“You did try, it’s alright,” he says. For a moment, they go silent again, as she whimpers and cuddles close to him, but after some time, the question begins burning at him again, and even knowing that he should focus on her instead, he can’t help but ask, “Why did you try, though? You would have been able to go outside, and you’ve done that before, so…why?”
“That’s a funny question coming from the pervert who kept looking at his sister’s panties,” she says, her voice suddenly shifting.
“Leaf?” He blinks, before saying, “Do you mean when you pushed your skirt up? That was…you were doing that!”
“I told you to look away, but maybe you realized I was just teasing,” she says. “Did you realize it all along? Or did you fall for it?”
“Fall for…fall for what? What are you talking about?”
“Oh, you really had no idea?” Finally, she looks at him, grinning wickedly. “Then that means you really are a pervert, getting so turned on watching your own sister soak her panties!” She looks down then, making it obvious that she has already noticed his pants straining against the erection that he has tried his best to ignore.
Red is so confused now, but he is starting to piece together what she is saying. Though it makes no sense to think that she did this all on purpose, that is the only explanation that makes everything else she has done make sense. “Did you…did you want this to happen?” he finally asks.
“Took you long enough to figure it out,” she teases him. Needless to say, it will be a while yet before the twins make it into town.
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In the flickering amber glow of firelight, Yukino Yukinoshita sat and waited for the biggest moment of her life. She was alone, had been alone with her thoughts for some time, fighting a battle between her fear and her passion. The only noises were the crackling of flames, the sea lapping gently against the shore below, the ambient chirping of crickets. Under any other circumstances she would have appreciated the peace of nature, but tonight’s quiet only made her feel sick to her stomach.
She was waiting for Hikigaya. That fact kept going round and round in her head like a bad song. Any minute now Hikigaya would walk through those doors and she would tell him- if she could hold her nerve- how she really felt, how she’d felt for some time now. How would he react? Yukino didn’t really want to think about it. She just knew that she had to go through with this, had to be honest with him. Her mind was made up. If it ended badly… well, at least she’d know for sure.
He sure was taking his time, though. The only thing keeping Yukino from working herself that night had been the distraction of organising the prom; she’d barely had time to think about what would come after. Now, in the aftermath, all she had left were the nagging little voices in her head reeling off all the things that could go wrong.
And yet somehow that wasn’t even her biggest concern- not anymore. Caught up in the constant stressful action of the night, she’d drunk plenty of water and soft drinks to keep hydrated despite the clammy heat in their busy venue. She should have predicted that her recklessness would come back to bite her. Sitting quietly on the bench now, sea breeze blowing gently over her right shoulder, Yukino desperately needed to use the bathroom. Several times she’d been sorely tempted to rush off and relieve herself before returning, but she knew that it simply wasn’t an option. If Hikigaya came out to greet her and she wasn’t there, where did that leave them? This could be the most important night of her life, and she refused to blow it.
But oh, how good it would feel to empty herself. She could imagine the relief of sitting on the toilet and just letting it go; the thought made her only more desperate. The ache in her bladder, which had once been almost pleasant, was now heavy and uncomfortable. With every passing minute sitting still was becoming increasingly difficult. Every few seconds she changed position, crossing and uncrossing and folding and stretching her legs, searching fruitlessly for some sitting stance that didn’t make her feel like she was about to burst like a balloon. No matter what Yukino did, though, she was only growing more in need of a toilet.
Usually she liked this outfit, but at that moment in time she resented the way the waistband dug into her abdomen, making it even harder to hold on. She was dressed in her neat black jacket with white accents, a classy shirt and a red ribbon tied into a bow around her neck. Yukino had always loved the way black clothes matched with the coal-shade of her hair while white contrasted sharply against it. It made her look smart and adult. Far too adult, she scolded, to be wetting herself.
It wasn’t the fact that she was desperate that angered Yukino. It was the fact that she was desperate again. This seemed to keep happening, even though she’d grown up and taken on these responsibilities and made such strong emotional connections with people in her life. None of that changed the fact that she still had the bladder control of a little kid. Sooner or later, she’d always known, she’d find herself cross-legged, bouncing up and down on the spot, trying to hang on during a hugely important moment when she needed to be concentrating. Tonight was that night.
The worst part was that she knew she’d need to hide it when Hikigaya arrived. Fidgeting and squirming and squeezing her thighs together wasn’t helping much, but it was better than nothing. As soon as her friend got there, she’d have to give up all those things and act like everything was completely normal. She couldn’t let him see her in this state, especially not considering the magnitude of the thing she was going to tell him. If he suspected she was in dire need of a visit to the ladies’ room she was sure he would insist that she went, and that would ruin everything. By the time she got back the mood would be gone.
As the moon moved painlessly behind a dark cloud, Yukino’s worst nightmare came true: she felt a sneeze coming on. She tried to hold it back, but to no avail. At any other time sneezing would be no problem. Desperate, though, she feared it could be a death sentence. By some miracle she made it through without wetting herself, but it was a close call. The force of the sneeze contracted her bladder just enough to make the need to pee just that little bit worse, and it forced Yukino to do something that she never did: with one trembling hand, she reached down and held herself, squeezing tightly in an attempt to help relieve some of the pressure. It didn’t feel like she’d leaked. Still, though, Yukino knew that it was only a matter of time before that happened, too, unless Hikigaya was extremely quick.
She tried to think back to the last time she'd needed the bathroom this badly and found that she couldn't remember such a time ever existing. Her bladder was screaming for relief, silenced only by the knowledge that urinating right now could spoil a night she'd put so much work into. Still holding her private area in a battle against the desperation, Yukino closed her eyes and prayed that Hikigaya would be there soon.
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In one hopeless, yearning attempt to distract herself from that painfully throbbing need to pee, Yukino found herself reading through her papers once again. She wasn’t taking the words in, not really. They were just something to look at and attempt to think about something that wasn’t her bladder. At this stage, it was doing precious little to calm her urgency.
Her stomach churned with nerves when she heard footsteps behind her. She recognised those footsteps. They were Hikigaya’s, deceptively light from years of tennis and cycling, but with that jittery quality that only he carried. Slowly, the anxiety and the desperation gnawing away at her, she turned to face him.
There he was, looking exactly as she had been picturing him. She couldn’t put her finger exactly on what made her love him. He was just so… Hikigaya. How strange, she thought, that he has no idea I need to go. And even stranger that he doesn’t know what I’m about to say. She’d rehearsed the lines in her head dozens of times, trying every variation of I love you she could think of, and yet now, her bladder on the brink of breaking, Yukino had forgotten all of them. Before she could remember the right way to say it, he spoke first.
“Good job. You somehow overcame all our challenges”.
She manufactured a weak smile, which immediately faded. She was just too nervous to smile. And she had to pee too badly.
“The hard part starts now,” she told him, trying to stay on topic, “we have so many issues left to settle. We can save the expenditure calculations for later. First, we have to totally clean up everything here”.
Feeling her control finally starting to give way, she stood up and went to him. Immediately, Yukino realised that that had been a huge mistake. Her desperation only intensified now her legs were straightened and apart, and she almost gasped when she felt a spurt of pee spill hotly out of her crotch and begin to soak into her underwear. She’d had no say in the squirt; it had been totally involuntary. The excess, the droplets that the fabric simply couldn’t soak up, started trickling down her left leg. It felt strange and tickling on her smooth thigh. Yukino had to fight with almost everything she had to suppress any sign that she was on the verge of wetting herself. Hikigaya could not find out- not under any circumstances. She let the wad of paper in her hands fall in front of her crotch to hide any sign of the leak. All of these thoughts flew threw her panicked mind at a million miles an hour, but it only took a few seconds in real time.
“True,” he agreed, “I guess we better get to it”.
“And can you also check the dressing room while you’re at it?” she felt the hot dribble of pee reach her knee, and had to force herself to soldier on as if nothing was wrong. “I’m going to go pay for the additional orders and return the key, so please do that”. After I use the bathroom, she thought silently, but felt it was best not to add that part.
“O-Okay… the work just keeps piling up. Uh, but yeah. I’m on it”.
“A-and also, can we meet in front of the entrance when cleanup is finished?” Yukino had already lost interest in this talk, only reciting the words she knew she needed to say lest they come back to haunt her later. A second leak escaped and wet her underwear even further. This one was a little bigger than the first, her muscles fading. She needed to wrap up the conversation, and soon. “It’d be a huge help if you could check the parking lot while you wait. If there are still people gathered out there, then please say something to get them moving,” her voice was speeding up without her meaning to let it, having reeled through the checklist of things she had to say that didn’t really matter. It was now or never. If she didn’t tell him how she felt right now, she’d surely have an accident. Another wave of desperation tingled down her spine and constricted her bladder, and she almost ruined her underwear there and then. “And also-“
“There’s still more? Isn’t that enough? Give me a break!”
Yukino took a deep breath. She was sure by now that her crotch was trembling with effort. Her heart pounded in her chest- this was it. It had to be, because she had to get out of there in the next minute, or she wouldn’t make it. “No, there’s one last thing I have to say…”
She cleared her throat, almost having to persuade herself to go through with it. Yukino had known that, at the last hurdle, she’d want to back out. If she hadn’t been desperate for the bathroom, she might have done it. Instead she told him the truth.
“I love you, Hikigaya”.
Saying the words felt like a weight lifting off of her shoulders, but she couldn’t enjoy it; the weight still in her bladder was too much, and getting worse by the second. Hikigaya’s jaw dropped. She’d expected that. He looked totally lost for words, and she’d expected that too. However, when she’d pictured this scene in her head, she hadn’t expected to be going to the toilet in her underwear. A third spurt escaped and she blushed furiously, turning the shade of a strawberry. Up came those papers in her hand, trying to hide as much of her face as she could, trying not to give away the game if she could help it.
This was it. Yukino was losing control, like a child, in front of the man she had just confessed her love to. Need to leave, a frantic voice in her head yelled. Need to get out of here now. She backed off. She wasn’t leaking anymore, she was dribbling, flowing like a narrow stream, like a tap turned just about on. She had to get out before Hikigaya noticed.
Pee trickling into her shoe and onto her toes, Yukino turned and fled, leaving a shellshocked Hikigaya behind her.
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She rushed as fast as she dared, as fast as her bladder would permit, towards the double doors that led back inside. As Yukino moved, feeling the dampness in her underwear, on her leg, in her sock, she understood all at once that it wasn’t about making it to the toilet anymore. There was still a slim chance, maybe, but her chances was looking more and more grim by the second. This was about getting out of Hikigaya’s sight before she completely lost control. She could not afford to humiliate herself in front of him. And although she would fight until she could fight no more to reach the bathroom in time, escaping her friend’s gaze was the top priority now.
Running- or even walking quickly- was immensely difficult in her condition. For one thing, she had no choice but to move with her thighs pressed tightly together. But what made it even worse was the heaviness of her bladder, which now felt fuller than she’d ever thought possible, pee pressing down in an effort to escape. Her muscles were clenched tightly shut in that entire area of her body in an attempt to stop the constant stream that was flowing down both of her thighs now. Just before Yukino pushed through the doors and away from the scene, she chanced a glance over her shoulder. In the dancing firelight, there was no mistaking the shimmering drops of urine on the floor behind her. She could only hope that Hikigaya didn’t suspect what was truly going on.
No sooner had the door closed behind her than Yukino's facade crumbled. Gone was the composed, controlled girl that many people knew so well, the girl who had just bravely confessed her love to her closest friend. Now she was a wreck, quivering and squirming as she charged towards the nearest bathroom. Now she was able to focus on nothing but how badly she had to pee, and whether or not she would be able to sit down on something white and comfortable before she did it. Bathroom or not, her bladder was going to give out soon. The question was not if, not even when, but where it would happen.
She swung around the corner, praying fervently that there would be nobody in the hallway that she was about to turn into. Empty, thank goodness. At least there were some small miracles left for her. Yukino shot a second glance over her shoulder and saw more dribbles of pee streaked across the floor, looking far more obvious in the harsh fluorescent indoor lighting. If anyone else joined her in this room now they would surely see the evidence of her leaks, and it wouldn't take very long before they put two and two together and traced these puddles on the floor to her. if that happened, she was sure she would die from the embarrassment. No, being caught was simply not an option. She had to make it.
And yet... she knew she could not. It was too far away, the door all the way at the other side of the corridor like a distant light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. Deep down, Yukino knew it was a lost cause. Maybe if she had left Hikigaya a few seconds sooner... maybe if she had had three bottles of water instead of four at the party... maybe if she had remembered to use the toilet before the prom started...
Maybe, maybe, maybe...
Her bladder was giving up. It was taking over, making its desires very plain. There was nothing left for Yukino to do; she was arguing, fighting, but losing. The desperate fullness of her body could simply shout louder than her mind. At some point, although she didn't know when, the trickling leaks had become a flow with a genuine forcefulness. She felt like a water feature, sheets of warm pee washing down those smooth thighs and towards the floorboards, pulled by gravity to an inevitable fate.
Yukino looked up, papers still in her hands, grasping so tightly that her knuckles were going pale. The women's bathroom was still at least thirty metres away. Despite all of her determination, all of her resilience, despite how hard she had tried to keep the river inside of her, she knew she was done. She couldn't do thirty metres. She simply had to go too badly.
One last look around confirmed that the hallway was still empty. That, at least, was some minuscule comfort. The wad of papers fell numbly from her hands and hit the floor, where they scattered, forgotten. Yukino plunged both hands between her legs and squeezed, knowing deep down that it was no good. Her privates were flowing, now: no longer losing a thin stream but peeing as openly and as powerfully as they would were she on the toilet. Her knees knocked together, feet turning inwards. One final moan of desperation floated from her lips, heard by nobody. All that was audible otherwise was the patter of urine falling onto the floor.
Finally, completely, Yukino began to wet herself. The pressure that had been growing inside of her like a volcano erupted in an explosive release of hot fluid, which almost instantly saturated her underwear and started working through to every other fabric it could reach. Within seconds the pee was no longer being held back by clothing- it poured straight through the material covering her crotch and splashed onto the floor like a waterfall. The rest drenched her skin, not just over her legs but between them, running down to leave a trail on the polished floor. Beneath the shame and discomfort of it all was buried the tiniest speck of pleasure from the relief, but she couldn't enjoy the feeling; she was far too concerned about someone spotting her. Ordinarily Yukino would have sought some shelter to finish her accident in, but she found that she was immobilised, frozen in place almost by some unholy force of desperation.
When, eventually, the flood began to slow, she breathed a last sigh of relief and humiliation. She’d dishonoured herself, soiled herself like a child, and that was without even mentioning the possible aftermath of her talk with Hikigaya. And yet, by some miracle, she was so close to getting away with it. All she needed to do was get out of there before someone arrived and saw her. That thought was enough to get Yukino moving, pacing briskly towards the bathroom, leaving an enormous puddle at the scene of the crime. She forced herself to ignore the nagging feeling that she was forgetting something, focusing instead on getting somewhere private where she could peel off these wet clothes that still felt warm on her skin.
Just before she slipped through the bathroom door, Yukino turned back and took a look at the lake she had lost control of. It would look very much as if someone had emptied a bucket of water over the floor, if not for the faint smell of urine.
She heard footsteps at the other end of the corridor and disappeared into the women’s toilet, shutting the door quietly behind her. |
Another commission by daveshuyi! This is a Kanojo, Okarishimasu story set during the episode where they go to the beach. I noticed that Mizuhara goes to use the bathroom, but is immediately roped into Kazuya and his friend's antics. Obviously it was just a framing device to get her and Kazuya's friends together for the comedy, but she never did actually get to use the restroom. We decided on a plot that follows the events of the episode, but where Mizuhara is forced to hold it in the whole time.
Chizuru Ichinose let out an irritated sigh as she stepped through the doors of the convenience store. It was bad enough that her friends had dragged her to a beach trip today, on one of her only days off, but their group just had to run into Kazuya and his friend group too. The last thing she wanted was to get wrapped up in their antics and have them realize that she was Kazuya’s “girlfriend”, Mizuhara.
It’ll be fine. I’ll just keep my distance and they shouldn’t figure it out. I started as a rental girlfriend for the acting practice anyway.
Ichinose made a beeline for the convenience store’s restroom, and opened the door.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t lock-”
She initially froze up, worried she was about to walk in on someone using the toilet, but instead she saw Kazuya staring back at her, wide-eyed. She closed the door, but a split-second later he opened it and dragged her inside.
“W-what are you doing?” she demanded.
“What are you doing here in Shimoda!?” Kazuya asked in a panicked voice.
“I could ask you the same thing! My friends wanted to go to the beach, so they dragged me here. I didn’t expect to run into you.”
“R-right.”
Mizuhara shifted uncomfortably. After all, she hadn’t come in here to talk to Kazuya. She wasn’t desperate, per se, but she hadn’t gone since this morning. She was definitely feeling uncomfortably full. She rubbed her thighs together as she waited for Kazuya to continue the conversation or leave.
“Hey, listen,” Kazuya scratched the side of his face, “Why did you say ‘I’ll be here if you need me’ back then?”
“There wasn’t anything behind it. You seemed down, so I was saying it’s fine if you want to rent me to cope with your breakup.”
Get the message! There’s nothing between us, so leave so I can use the toilet.
“T-that’s good, because actually me and Mami are getting on pretty well again. We might actually get back together, so I was kind of worried you might get upset if we started dating again.”
Ichinose clenched her jaw, remembering how Mami had insulted him the other night. It seemed a far cry from getting on well. However, the more important part here was that Kazuya still hadn’t gotten it in his head that they weren’t actually dating. She glared at him frigidly before turning around to leave.
“W-wait!” Kazuya called after her.
Stop holding me up, I have to pee!
“Listen, you’re overthinking things too much! I’m a rental girlfriend, and you’re my customer! There’s nothing between us! I was acting nice to you because I felt sorry for you! I can’t believe you dragged me in here just to tell me you’re getting back together with your ex!”
“Okay, sorry, I just-!”
“Kazu-kun?” A voice called from outside, “Is that you?”
Kazuya and Ichinose panicked and quieted up. Ichinose motioned urgently for Kazuya to get out there and address his ex. He stepped out and she listened to him trying to talk his way out of having a conversation in a supposedly empty restroom, but there was pretty much only one thing that she could do now.
She undressed down to the bikini she was wearing underneath her outfit, let down her hair, removed her glasses, and applied the thin but effective layer of makeup it took to transform her from Chizuru Ichinose into Chizuru Mizuhara.
She turned around and briefly considered using the toilet quickly, but Kazuya was already getting into trouble. As long as she didn’t get roped into his shenanigans, she should be able to slip back in relatively quickly and use the restroom before changing back and picking up the stuff her friends asked her to buy.
Mizuhara exited the restroom, and immediately got caught up in Kazuya’s friend’s shenanigans.
Somehow, she found herself getting roped into joining them at the beach. Not only was she forced to leave her stuff behind, but she found herself following them all out of the convenience store with her bladder still uncomfortably full. She trailed behind them and placed a hand on her abdomen.
I really want to go, but they all saw me step out of the restroom! It’s already bad enough they saw me and Kazuya coming out of the same restroom together. If I admit I didn’t go, they’ll assume me and him were doing other things in there together! Why did he have to say I was free?
Mizuhara found herself sitting at the folding table Kazuya and his friends had set up. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her other friends waiting patiently for her to return, not having any idea she had been dragged into a different group altogether. A pang of guilt hit her, but more pressing was the twinge she felt in her full bladder. She shuffled her legs under the table, pressing her bare thighs together as she tried to take her focus off the pressure.
“So, you’re from Shimoda, then?” one of Kazuya’s friends asked.
“Oh, really?” another asked, smiling, “Do you know any nice places?”
Mizuhara was caught off-guard. She wasn’t actually from Shimoda, that had been one of the many lies Kazuya had come up with without using his brain, and now she was the one put on the spot.
“O-oh, she was actually really sheltered growing up!” Kazuya jumped in, trying to cover for her.
Mizuhara glared at him, but he didn’t seem to get the message.
“How did you two meet anyway?”
“W-well,” Kazuya began, “I hit on her in Shibuya and she seemed to fall for me!”
“Oh wow, I wouldn’t expect you to fall for something like that, especially not with a sorry sap like Kazuya!”
Mizuhara pinched at Kazuya’s leg in irritation, and before he could make the situation any worse, he spouted some lame excuse and headed towards the water.
I can’t believe he ran away and left me here with his friends! I’m stuck here needing to pee because of him and he just heads off like it’s no big deal!
Mizuhara briefly considered following him out to have a serious conversation with him, but that would look suspicious. Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was get closer to the water. It was bad enough she could hear the waves from here. The constant background noise of splashing water as the tide rolled in was doing very little to help her situation. She crossed her legs underneath the table and tried to keep her fidgeting to a minimum.
I haven’t gone since this morning, and it’s getting pretty bad. I really should think about slipping away to use the restroom soon.
“Say, Mizuhara-san,” Mami smiled at her, holding out a bottle of soda, “You look like you’re warm. Have a nice drink to cool down!”
“Oh, no, that’s fine, thank you!” Mizuhara declined politely.
My bladder’s already so full, the last thing I need is to make it worse!
“That’s no good, you should be sure to stay hydrated on a hot day like today!”
Mizuhara was about to decline again, but actually she was thirsty. She hadn’t noticed until now, but her mouth was dry and it was really hot out. She didn’t want to make her situation worse by drinking, but it would be even worse in the long run if she collapsed from dehydration.
“R-right, thank you,” Mizuhara smiled, trying to hide her discomfort as she took the drink and took a few swigs. It was refreshing, but her bladder spasmed in protest, as if it knew the liquid would be making its way down to it sooner rather than later.
Mizuhara shifted uncomfortably in her seat and slipped a hand down, grabbing herself as discreetly as possible. She waited for the wave to pass, then removed her hand before anyone could catch her. She was definitely getting desperate at this point, and as she placed a hand on her abdomen, she could feel a slight bulge.
“Sorry, guys, I need to use the restroom, please excuse me!” Mami smiled, standing up and heading off. As she turned to leave, she flashed a smile to Mizuhara, and Mizuhara briefly wondered if she had noticed her desperation.
Was she teasing me? Did she figure out I have to pee? Is that why she offered me the drink?
Either way, to hear the words she herself desperately wanted to say coming from someone else filled Mizuhara with envy. She seriously considered using the opportunity to accompany Mami to the restroom.
I want to, but I can’t. It’s barely been an hour since they all saw me leave the bathroom. It’ll raise some suspicions.
She shuffled her legs under the table and slipped a hand down to briefly squeeze herself again. She tried to tune into the friendly chatter between Kazuya’s friends, but it was hard for her to focus. Worse still, she was still thirsty, and forced to take regular sips from the drink Mami had handed her. Every time she did, her bladder would send signals of its fullness. Short of being able to just go to the restroom right away, all Mizuhara wanted to do was to hold herself openly without worrying about being noticed.
“We’re back~!”
Mami came back, with Kazuya in tow. His face was beet red and he was acting flustered, and since they had come back together, Mizuhara was instantly suspicious that something had happened between them.
“Hey, with you guys back, we should have enough people, let’s play a game!” One of Kazuya’s friends, Kibe, pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling, “Who’s in?”
As the game began, Mizuhara caught Mami glancing at her, smiling wryly. She then looked over at Kazuya, who refused to meet her gaze, and was instead casting occasional glances Mami’s way.
Whatever. It’s not like it’s any of my business. Kazuya’s just a customer, so why should I care if he gets back together with some manipulative bitch?
Mizuhara had thought that, but the idea of Kazuya getting back together with someone like Mami did unsettle her a little. Mami was doing nothing more than taking advantage of his genuine feelings for her. It was infuriating.
“Ah, I’m getting a call, please excuse me!”
Kazuya got up from the table to take the call, and Mizuhara’s bladder reasserted itself. She crossed her legs under the table and shifted her weight, leaning back to try to take some pressure off her abdomen.
Suddenly, her bladder sent a hard wave of desperation rushing up her body, and she leaked a little before managing to wrestle control back. She clamped her thighs together tightly and grabbed herself under the table as she desperately tried to maintain her composure from the waist up.
That’s it, I can’t hold it anymore! I have to pee right now! I need to excuse myself and use the restroom.
“While he’s gone, I’m going to head back to the convenience store for some drinks,” Mizuhara smiled. She braced herself before standing up, trying to maintain as much composure as possible even as her bladder screamed at her for relief.
“Oh, but I already got more drinks,” Mami replied, smiling as she held up a fresh bag filled with ice-cold bottles, “Here, if you’re thirsty, take one!”
“O-oh, thank you!” Mizuhara put on a false smile as she grabbed another drink. She sat down again and took an unwanted sip, shuffling in her seat. She tried to make it look like she was just getting comfortable, but in reality it was all she could do not to leak again.
T-this is bad! I should’ve just admitted I had to go!
Out of the corner of her eye, Mizuhara saw Mami flash her a knowing smile, and all doubts about whether Mami knew she was desperate vanished. She was definitely doing this on purpose.
“Sorry about that guys,” Kazuya returned, apologizing, “I thought it was something serious, but it was nothing.”
With Kazuya back, the card game resumed, and Mizuhara tried to use it to distract herself from her mounting desperation. Unfortunately that was getting harder and harder for her to do. She could see a visible bulge where her over-full bladder was on full display in her bikini, and for once she was grateful that most of Kazuya’s friends were perverts who were too busy ogling her breasts to notice. She shuffled restlessly, reaching the point where she couldn’t sit still.
This is bad. I’m reaching my limit here!
Mizuhara resolved to excuse herself properly. At worst, if anyone brought it up, she could just tell them she wasn’t feeling well. However, when she looked up, there people were looking at her expectantly. Apparently she had just been asked a question.
“Huh?” she asked.
“I asked if we could all come down to visit your home here in Shimoda,” one of the other girls in Kazuya’s friend group mentioned.
“O-oh, well-”
“A-actually,” Kazuya stepped in, “Me and Mizuhara were talking. We were thinking about breaking up, actually…”
You idiot! Why now!? I’m glad you’re coming clean, but I was just about to go excuse myself so I can finally pee!
“Oh, why’s that?”
“Well, you know, we were just feeling kinda gloomy and-”
Before Mizuhara could react, Kibe decked Kazuya as hard as he could.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you piece of shit!” Kibe yelled.
Kazuya punched Kibe back, and the situation quickly escalated. Apparently, Kibe had noticed Kazuya’s behavior around Mami, and was upset because he thought Kazuya was two-timing. Ordinarily, Mizuhara would have stepped in, but in her current state, she was doing all she could to hold it in.
Why is this happening now? My bladder’s so full! I want to pee already!
“Mizuhara-san, I think it’d be best if you left,” one of Kazuya’s other friends spoke up, even as the situation was calming down.
“Y-yeah,” Mizuhara nodded. She felt bad, but right now all she cared about was peeing. She stood up and made a hasty beeline for the convenience store where she had left her stuff, but then she noticed Kazuya storm off too in the same direction as her.
Don’t follow me now! We can talk about this later!
Despite saying that, Mizuhara stopped, squeezing her thighs together and bracing herself for a conversation even as her overtaxed bladder screamed at her to prioritize relief. She could barely focus during the conversation. Apparently the call had been from Kazuya’s grandmother, and with her getting released from the hospital, it would be too hard to have them keep up the facade of their relationship anyway.
“Well, coming clean is the first part of growing past this and doing the right thing. They just reacted like that because they don’t know the whole situation.”
“It must’ve really sucked, having to pretend to be the girlfriend of a shithead like me,” Kazuya scratched the back of his head.
I should agree. You have no idea the hell you’ve put me through. Even now, I’m standing here on the verge of wetting myself because I had to cover for your idiocy! And yet…
“This is my job, idiot. It was actually a lot of fun.”
With that, Mizuhara rushed off. As soon as she was out of Kazuya’s line of sight, she jammed both hands between her legs as she broke into a full-on sprint. Each step sent an angry shockwave up her bladder and she nearly leaked again, but she didn’t care.
I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee! I haven’t had to pee this bad in my whole life! I’m about to burst!
She turned the corner and headed straight for the convenience store, half-running, half-hobbling to reach the restrooms on time, but the second she saw the parking lot, her heart sank. Her friends were there, standing in front of the convenience store like they were looking for her. She tucked herself behind the store sign and waited for them to head off, dancing desperately in place as she tried to hold it.
Why now? Please leave please leave please leave! I really, really can’t hold it anymore!
“Chizuru?”
The shock of hearing her name made her bolt upright and she temporarily lost control, letting out a spurt into her swimsuit. She pressed her thighs together, straightened herself up, and turned around to see Kibe standing there. She hoped he hadn’t noticed her desperate pee dance from earlier, or small trickle of pee from her leak earlier.
“Y-yes?”
“I didn’t expect to run into you again,” Kibe admitted, giving no indication that he noticed either Mizuhara’s desperation or her leak, “S-sorry about earlier. Actually, do you have a minute?”
The answer was no, but Mizuhara glanced back to the convenience store where her friends were still looking for her. Her bladder was like a rock in her abdomen, and she could both feel and see it sticking out noticeably. All she wanted was to rush to the restroom and finally, after waiting so long, let it all out. But she was cornered. If she said she needed to go to Kibe, he’d expect her to walk right in, where she’d get stuck with her friends.
I don’t have a choice. Please, please let me hold out until our conversation’s over!
“S-sure!” she answered with a strained smile.
She cast a longing glance at the convenience store and squeezed her thighs together as she followed Kibe back towards the beach. It didn’t help that they were once again now closer to the water.
“Listen, are you seriously breaking up with Kazuya?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh,” Kibe looked dejected, sitting down.
He began talking about Kazuya to Mizuhara, and she did her best to try to listen. However, it was impossible to focus on anything but her screaming bladder. The pressure was getting almost painful, to the point where it was the only thing Mizuhara could focus on. She had to stand there, acting like everything was fine, but she was seriously worried she was going to start wetting herself right there.
I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it. I can’t pee. No matter what, I can’t pee.
Using that as a mantra, Mizuhara found herself standing there, focusing all her efforts on keeping the floodgates closed. Even as Kazuya appeared, apparently having been eavesdropping, she managed to contain her surprise and hold it all in. They were talking and she was responding, but she was unfocused. The only thought in her mind was how badly she needed to pee, and how determined she was to hold it in.
Gotta pee. Gotta hold it. Gotta pee. Gotta hold it.
“Anyway, we should head to the changing rooms,” Kibe replied. It’s getting late, plus we can tell the others we smoothed things out between us.”
“Yeah,” Kazuya nodded.
The changing rooms!
“Y-yes!” Mizuhara blurted out a little too enthusiastically. She then realized her mistake and scratched the back of her head. She was expecting Kazuya or Kibe to say something, but luckily they both shrugged it off.
Finally! I can finally pee! I just need to make it to the changing rooms!
Mizuhara walked behind them, on autopilot. She had to pee so bad even walking was sending powerful waves of desperation shooting through her, and she had to hold herself discreetly just to keep from letting any more out. By the time they got to the changing room, Mizuhara was at her limit. She had been holding it for the better part of the day, and her bladder muscles were on their last legs.
She made her way into the girl’s side and made a beeline for the restrooms.
Pee. Gotta pee. I can finally pee. I have to pee so bad. Hold it. Hold it just a bit longer!
“Mizuhara-san!”
Mizuhara felt someone’s hands grab her shoulders just before she was able to enter the restrooms, and she let out another spurt into her swimsuit bottoms in shock. She clamped down with all her strength to close the floodgates, and managed to somehow regain control. She whirled around and came face to face with Mami.
“Oh, that was a weird noise you let out just now!”
“S-sorry, I’m not really feeling well.”
It was a formality. Mizuhara knew Mami knew she was desperate.
“I wanted to apologize for earlier, since Kazu-kun can be so silly sometimes. I never meant to flirt with him,” Mami smiled, “I noticed you didn’t have your bag, so if you want to borrow some of my clothes to change into, you can.”
“O-oh yeah, I left it at the beach,” Mizuhara lied, “Thank you.”
“It’s over there!” Mami smiled, “Now if you excuse me, I have to pee like crazy! Probably all that soda I drank!”
Before Mizuhara could react, Mami slipped into the restroom and occupied it’s only stall.
No no no no! I gotta pee! I have to go so bad! She did that on purpose! She’s tormenting me! I bet she’s going to take her time in there too! I don’t have a choice, I need to pee right now!
Mizuhara rushed over to the bag where Mami said she left the clothes she could use. Mizuhara half-expected them to be something either too revealing to be modest or purposely ugly, but it turned out to be a nice blouse and an orange skirt, along with panties to match. There was no bra, but the short was thick and baggy enough that she could get by without one.
Mizuhara threw on the clothes as fast as she could, dancing desperately in place as she tried not to leak all over the changing room floor. Once she was dressed, she left the changing room, hearing Mami leave the stall just as soon as she did. Mizuhara considered turning back around and using the now-free restroom, but she didn’t trust Mami not to physically block her as she watched Mizuhara wet herself.
I’m out of time! I’ve pushed myself past my limit! I’m going to pee!
Mizuhara rushed onto the sidewalk in front of the changing room and glanced around, looking for the next nearest restrooms. Unfortunately for her, it seemed like the closest thing was the convenience store.
I can make it, just gotta-
Mizuhara started her mad dash back towards the convenience store, but then a powerful spasm shot through her bladder and sent her doubling over. She let out a large spurt into the fresh panties she had just changed into, sending rivulettes of hot urine streaming down her legs. She stopped and crossed her legs desperately, jamming both hands up her skirt to clamp down and regain control. She managed to briefly, but she felt her bladder muscles relax. She had seconds.
No no no no! Not here! Please…
Mizuhara shifted course and rounded the corner to the back of the changing rooms, which were a little more remote. Not a second after she rounded the corner out of sight of any beachgoers, the floodgates opened. Her taxed muscles lost control, and her overfilled bladder sent torrents of pee gushing out between her legs. She could hear the loud splattering of her pee splashing and hitting the ground as it flowed down in streams. She could feel streams of pee running down her legs and the back of her skirt.
The potential embarrassment of wetting herself was completely overshadowed by the sheer pleasure of relief that wracked Mizuhara’s body. She had never had to pee so bad before, and thus had never felt the blissful, orgasmic relief she was feeling now. The pressure in her bladder, while still full, gave way to waves of relief, and she wasn’t even able to stand upright. She braced herself against the wall as she slid down, still peeing, until she was sitting there, watching her pee flow out of her like a river and onto the ground below.
She barely managed to hold back the moan of pure pleasure as she felt her bladder empty, the pressure inside lessening as she peed at full force. Even a minute later, she was still going strong, and from how it felt she had another minute left in her.
After what felt like an eternity of blissful relief, Mizuhara’s flow finally slowed, petering out and stopping as the last of her bladder’s contents found their way onto the ground beneath her. Her skirt, or rather Mami’s skirt, had been completely soaked in the back. Her panties were drenched. The scent of urine hung in the air, and Mizuhara sat there, breathing heavily as she finally snapped back to reality.
She looked up, and saw Mami staring down at her, a smug look on her face.
“Oh my, and I just let you borrow those clothes, too,” Mami smirked, “I wonder what Kazu-kun will think when I tell him his girlfriend that he already wants to dump pissed herself like a little girl for no reason?”
Mizuhara’s relief and bliss instantly turned to focused embarrassment and anger, and she stood up, slapping Mami across the face. Mami looked up at Mizuhara in shock, and looked like she was about to say something indignant, when Mizuhara jabbed at her chest with her finger.
“You stopped me from using the restroom! None of this would’ve happened if you had let me use the one in the changing room!” Mizuhara accused, “Actually, it goes beyond that. I know exactly what you’re doing! You’re playing games with Kazuya and flirting with him behind my back! You know he still has feelings for you and you’re toying with him! You’re acting all jealous and manipulative even though you’re the one who broke up with him! You don’t give a damn about actually getting back together with him. You just want him to break up with me. You have him wrapped around your finger, but all you want to do is make him miserable. You called him pathetic in front of me the other night, but the real pathetic one is you for wanting to screw around and do whatever the hell you want without considering anyone else’s feelings!”
“I- that isn’t...”
“Let me tell you something else,” Mizuhara continued, “Do you know why me and Kazuya really got together? It’s because he was devastated when you broke up with him like it was no big deal, and I felt sorry for him. Sure, I’m not happy about being a rebound. That’s one of the reasons we’re breaking up. But even as a hollow rebound relationship, our relationship is ten times more real than anything you’ll ever have with him.”
Mami clenched her fists and stormed off, and Mizuhara felt herself relax again. She wasn’t sure what came over her, but the thought of Mami toying with Kazuya, even after all she’d done to help him, infuriated her. No, maybe it wasn’t just their relationship as a client and a rental girlfriend. Maybe Mizuhara genuinely wanted to see Kazuya move past such an awful person.
You idiot. You should think about doing better than someone like her. Someone who’ll treat you better. If I were really dating you…
Mizuhara shook her head. She was tired, wet, and there was still a dull ache in her bladder from holding it in for so long. She could change back into her swimsuit and pick up some dry clothes, and then they could clear up everything together on the ferry.
After today, there won’t be anything between us, other than us being neighbors and going to the same college. That’s all.
-The End- |
This is a chapter from a series of stories on how the main six spend their time off. If you would like to read more let me know and I will post them.
It was few weeks since Rarity and Twilight had played in the mud. Rarity was in her room getting dressed. She put on a black mini skirt with a pink strip and a pink T-shirt. As she was putting on her shoes there was a knock on her front door. “I will be there in a minute Rarity called.” When she had finished putting on her shoes and socks she went and opened the door. “Morning Twilight.”
Twilight was wearing the white denim short shorts and purple T-shirt that she had made. She also had on short black jacket, a thin silver chain belt, and purple and black knee high socks. “You look nice.” Rarity said with a smile.
“Thank you, you look nice too.” Twilight said.
Rarity moved to one side to let Twilight in. “You really like that outfit don’t you?”
“Yes I do. It's my favorite outfit. So how many orders do we have today?”
“We only have five orders left. We got a lot done yesterday.”
“Ok Rarity, let’s get to work.” Twilight started to walk to Rarity’s sewing room. Rarity smiled as she closed the door and followed Twilight. When they got there Rarity picked up an order and they started to work.
It was almost five when they finished the last order.
“That is the last order done.” Rarity said.
“Ok how about we get some lunch?” Twilight said
Rarity looked at the clock. “You mean dinner. It's five.”
“What? Already?” Twilight also looked at the clock. “Wow the time really flew by.” She smiled.
“So what would you like to do for dinner?” Rarity asked.
“Hmm...” Twilight pondered for a few minutes. “How about we get some sandwiches then go for a walk in the park?”
“Sounds good to me.” They left the house and went to the deli. When they got there they each got a sandwich, a bag of chips, and a can of soda. They walked a table and sat down and started to eat. As they were eating...
“So Twilight being that I have no orders left, we can have tomorrow off," said Rarity. "How would you like to make a new outfit?”
Twilight got a big smile. “I would like that.”
“What would you like to make?” Rarity asked.
“Hmm...” Twilight ate some of her food as she was thinking. “I would like to make a mini skirt, a T-shirt, a jacket like what I have on now, and knee high socks.”
“Ok we can do that. Although the jacket will be harder to make.”
“I know but I want to try and I will have you to help me if I need it.”
“That is true. When we are done eating let’s go get the fabric.”
“Sure that will be fun.”
When they were done eating they went to the fabric store and started to look.
“So Twilight do you have any ideas of what you want to get?” Rarity asked.
“I was thinking all black with pink accents on the jacket.” Twilight said.
Rarity thought for a minute. “That will look really good. I think that I might be rubbing off on you.”
Twilight just smiled.
They got some black cotton fabric for the skirt and shirt, black denim for the jacket, some pink snaps for the jacket. They paid and left the store. They went to the pack and started to walk around.
“Why don’t you sleep over tonight?” Rarity asked.
“I would like that, thank you,” Twilight said.
“I had an idea that I think you would like.”
“What is it?”
“How about you make your socks skin tight?”
“Sure, that sounds like fun.”
They walked around the park for a while before they went back to Rarity’s.
“Let’s watch some TV,” Twilight said.
“Ok, but there is something that I would like to see first.” Rarity said.
“What do you what to do?” Twilight asked.
“You will see I will be right back. I will meet you in the living room.” Rarity said. Twilight smiled as she walked to the living room. Rarity went to her bedroom and got a pair of elbow high gloves then went to the living room.
“So what did you get?” Twilight aked.
“I thought that this would go with your new outfit. But I wanted to show them to you and see what you though.” Rarity handed Twilight the gloves.
Twilight takes them and looks them over. “I like them and your right they would go good with my new outfit. Can I try them on to see if I like them?”
“Sure just so you know they are skin tight.”
“Thank you for letting me know.” Twilight said. She started to put on the first glove, and had some problems getting it on.
“Would you like some help?” Rarity asked.
“Yes please.” Twilight said with a little blush.
Rarity walked over to Twilight and helps her get the gloves on. “Well what do you think?” Rarity aked.
Twilight moved her fingers and arm getting used to the gloves. Rarity smiled as she watched Twilight. “Yes I do like them. How do they look on me?” Twilight asked.
“They look lovely on you dear.” Rarity said.
“Thank you I like how they look too. I would like to make a pair just like these.” Twilight said.
“We can do that.” Rarity said sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv. Twilight sat down next to Rarity and put an arm around her as they watched TV. They watched TV for an hour or so when Rarity yawned.
“I think that it's time for bed,” Twilight said, also yawning.
“Sounds good to me.” Rarity said. She turned off the tv, lights, and locked the door. They went to Rarity’s bedroom and she gave Twilight some pjs. She went to the bathroom and changed then came back. Twilight had on red shorts and a white tank top. She got into bed.
“Night Rarity, I love you.” Twilight said.
Rarity turned off the lights and got into bed. “Night Twilight. I love you too.” They kissed before going to sleep.
The next morning Rarity and Twilight were in the kitchen making breakfast. They made bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. When it was ready they put it on the table and sat down.
“This looks good.” Rarity said.
“Yes it does we make a good team.” Twilight said.
“Yes we do.” Rarity took a bite. “It is really good too.” Rarity said.
Twilight started to eat too. “Your right it is good.” They talked as they were eating. when they were done with breakfast they cleaned up. “Can we start on my new outfit?” Twilight asked.
“Sure we can.” They went to Rarity’s sewing room. “So what do you want to start with?” Rarity asked.
“Let’s start with the jacket.” Twilight said.
“Starting with the hardest thing first. Good idea Twilight.”
“T-thanks.” Twilight blushed a little at the compliment. Rarity got out the pattern and Twilight laid out the fabric. Rarity cut out the pattern and gave the pieces to Twilight and she laid out the pieces on the fabric and cut them out. Twilight then pinned them together. “Is this right Rarity?”
“Let me see.” Rarity took the jacket from Twilight and looks it all over. “Yes, that is right.” Twilight took it back, sat down at the sewing machine and with Rarity’s help she started to sew it together. Twilight was smiling the whole time. “Having fun?” Rarity asked.
“Yes I am.” Twilight said.
“Good.” They keep using the sewing machine for a while. When it was done they took it off the sewing machine and neted up the ends. “Now we can put on the snaps,” Rarity said.
“Ok, how do we do that?” Twilight asked.
“I will show you.” Rarity said. She got out the snaps and showed Twilight how to sew them on. Twilight slowly sewed them on, which took her a little bit.
“How did I do?” Twilight asked, handing Rarity the jacket.
Rarity took the jacket and looked at it. “You did a good job.”
“Thanks. Let’s make the T-shirt next.”
“Sure, but I think that you can make it without my help.”
“You think so?”
“No, I know so.”
Twilight smiled and started to work on her T-shirt. Rarity smiled as she watched Twilight working. It didn’t take Twilight long to finish her shirt.
“Well how did I do?” Twilight said. She handed Rarity the shirt and she looked at it.
“You did a good job. You're getting better.” Rarity handed Twilight her shirt back.
“Will you help me with the mini skirt, socks, and gloves?”
“Sure.”
They started to sew. By the time they were done, it was dinner. They had the outfit laid out on a sewing table.
“That was a good idea making it all one color, but...” Rarity said.
“It's too much black. I was just thinking the same thing.” Twilight said.
“Do you have any ideas?”
“How about we trim the top of the socks and gloves in pink?”
“Very good. That's what I will do.”
Twilight smiled, got some pink fabric, and trimmed the top of the socks and gloves in it.
“That is better,” Rarity said.
“Yes it is. Give me a minute and I will go put it on.” Twilight took the outfit, went to Rarity’s bedroom, put it on, and came back over ten minutes later. “How do I look?”
“Wow, you look great.”
“T-thanks. Sorry I took so long. I was looking in the mirror.” Twilight spoke with a little blush.
“It's ok, I do the same thing sometimes.”
“What should we do for dinner?”
“How about we get Italian?”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
“Give me a minute to change,” Rarity went to her bedroom, put on a light green mini skirt with a purple T-shirt and matching knee high socks and gloves, then went back to Twilight. “Ok, I'm ready. We can go.”
“You look good,” Twilight said.
“Thank you.”
Rarity locked up the house and they headed to the restaurant.
“This is nice.” Rarity said.
“Yes it is," said Twilight. "Do you know how many orders we have next week?”
“Not many, why?”
“Next Saturday would you like to come over and we could relax?”
“When you say relax do you mean do you...”
“I am planning on wetting myself, yes. But you don’t have to.”
Rarity went quiet for a few minutes as she was thinking.
“I...I w-will try it,” Rarity said.
“Are you sure?" Twilight asked. "You sound a little hesitant?”
“Yes I am. You relaxed my way, it is only fair that I relax your way.”
“Well as long as you're sure.” Twilight said.
“I am.”
It was then next Saturday and Rarity was in her room getting dressed. She was putting on a pair of short blue shorts and a lighter blue tank top. She had just finished when there was a knock on her front door. Rarity opened it. “Morning Twilight.”
Twilight was wearing a pair of short pink shorts and a white T-shirt.
“You look nice,” Rarity said.
“Thanks, you look nice too,” Twilight said.
“Thank you.”
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes I am.” Rarity walked out and locked the door.
They started to walk to a convenience store.
“Why are we going to the convenience store?” Rarity asked.
“I always get a drink at the convenience store when I relax,” Twilight said.
“I see, what are you going to get?” Rarity asked.
“I am going to get a half a gallon of ice tea,” Twilight said with a smile.
“That sounds good to me. I think that I will get the same.”
They went in and each got half a gallon of ice tea. Then they walked back to Twilight’s.
“How about we watch a movie?” Twilight asked.
“Sure, that sounds good,” Rarity said.
They went to the living room, sat on the couch, and Twilight started a Daring Do movie. As they were watching the movie, Twilight took a big drink of her ice tea. Rarity took a small drink of her tea.
Less than halfway through the movie Twilight started to squirm a little.
“Are you ok?” Rarity asked.
“Yes I am," Twilight said. "I just need to pee.”
“Why don’t you just go then?”
“I like holding it for as long as I can.”
“Well as long as you're ok.” Rarity took a drink.
Some time later the movie had passed the halfway point. Twilight was squirming a lot. She took a big drink, and when she had put her drink down, a hissing sound was coming from Twilight as she wet herself As she was peeing, she sighed in relief.
Rarity watched Twilight with interest. “Having fun?”
“Yes I am.” Twilight looked down, saw a wet spot on the front of her shorts, and smiled.
The movie went on for a while. Rarity took a big drink, then she felt the need to go. She held it in, squirming a little.
“Need to go?” Twilight asked.
“Yes I do,” Rarity said.
“Then just go.”
“I'm not sure that I want to."
“You can use the bathroom if you like.”
“Thanks, but I think I'll just hold it for now.”
They kept watching the movie, occasionally taking drinks of their tea. The movie was in the last scene and Rarity was squirming a lot. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted to wet herself but she didn’t want to miss the end of the movie. As she was trying to hold it she was thinking, (I should just go. Twilight wet herself and she did play in the mud with me. I am here to relax Twilight’s way and I wouldn’t miss the end of the movie.)
Rarity stopped holding it in. A hissing sound came from Rarity as she started to wet herself. Rarity sighed in relief. (Twilight is right this does feel good.)
“Better?” Twilight asked.
“Yes it is. You were right, wetting herself does feel good.” Rarity said with a big smile. She peed for a few more seconds, enjoying the nasty feeling of wetting herself.
The movie ended in a few minutes.
“That was fun.” Twilight said.
“What movie should we watch now?” Rarity asked.
“You want to watch another movie?” Twilight said.
“I would like to.”
Twilight smiled and put on another longer Daring do movie. They sat and watch the movie, drinking their tea.
“Hey Twilight, how about we see who can hold it longer?” Rarity asked when they were both squirming.
“Sounds good to me,” Twilight said they both took a long drink. As the movie wnet on, they drank and squirmed more.
“How are you holding up?” Rarity asked.
“I'm doing good. How are you doing?” Twilight asked.
“I'm doing good.” Rarity took a big drink.
“You're going to lose if you keep drinking like that.” Twilight also took a big drink.
“I could say the same thing to you.”
By the time the movie had gotten to the end, Twilight and Rarity only had a little of their tea left.
“Let’s both drink the rest of our tea at the same time,” Twilight said.
“Sounds good to me,” Rarity said.
They both picked up their tea and at the same time drank the rest of it.
“I can keep holding it. How about you?” Twilight asked.
“I can keep hol-” As Rarity was talking a hissing sound come for her as she started to wet herself. As Rarity was peeing she sighed in relief.
“Looks like I win.” Twilight said. When she stopped talking, she also stopped trying to hold in her pee. She started to wet herself, sighing in relief. As they were peeing a small puddle of pee had started to from under their butts. They stopped peeing right as the movie ended.
“That was fun,” Rarity said.
“Yes it was," said Twilight. "Let’s get some lunch, I'm getting hungry.”
“Sounds good to me. What should we get for lunch?”
“How about we order a pizza?”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
“What kind of topping should we get?”
“How about pepperoni?”
“Sounds good to me.” Twilight picked up the phone and ordered a large pepperoni pizza and two two-liter bottles of soda. “Ok, it will be here in thirty mintues.”
“Ok.”
They sat in their puddle of pee and wet shorts talking until there was a knock on the door. Twilight got up, went to the door, got their food, and closed the door.
“Ok let’s go to the kitchen to eat.” Twilight said.
“Ok.” As Rarity got up she saw that the cushions had a yellowish stain on them. “Looks like you're going to need new couch cushions.”
“I have a really strong detergent. It will take those stains right out.”
“That's good.”
They walked to the kitchen and sat at the table. Twilight put a slice of pizza on a plate and gave it to Rarity.
“Thank you.” Rarity said.
“Your welcome.” Twilight put a slice on a plate and started to eat. “This is really good."
“Yes it is.”
As they were eating, Twilight poured them each a cup of soda. They sat and ate for a while. Twilight had drank three glasses of soda and had two slices of pizza. Rarity had two slices of pizza and four glasses of soda.
“That was good,” Twilight said.
“Yes it was," said Rarity. How much soda is left?”
Twilight looked. “We have a bottle and a half.”
“Let’s finish the half a bottle.” Rarity said.
“Sounds good to me.” Twilight poured the rest of the soda into two glasses.
“How about we see who can drink it the fastest?” Rarity asked.
“On three then?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“One... two...” They both picked up their glasses. “Three.”
They both started to drink their soda as fast as they could. A few seconds later, Twilight put her glass down empty. Rarity put her glass down a second after Twilight.
“Looks like I win,” Twilight said.
“I will win next time.” Rarity said with a smile.
“You can try.” Twilight was smiling. “Would you like some ice cream for dessert?”
“Yes I would, thank you.” Rarity said. Twilight got some bowls and put two scoops of ice cream into each of them. She gave one to Rarity, and they sat down at the table and started to eat and talk.
When they had finished their ice cream...
“That was good,” Twilight said.
“Yes it was,” said Rarity. They were both squirming. “So what now?”
“This.” A hissing sound came from Twilight as she wet herself.
At the same time a hissing sound came for Rarity as she also wet herself. Their shorts now had a big wet spot on the front.
“That's better,” Twilight said.
“Much.” Rarity moved her butt around in the puddle of her own pee. “Let’s go watch a movie.”
“Sure. I still have a few Daring Do movies left.”
They sat and wiggled their butts around in the puddle that they had made on the chairs for a few minutes. When they got up their shorts had a wet spot on the butt. They sat on the couch and Twilight started a movie.
They were about halfway into the movie when Twilight farted.
PPPPPRRRRRRT! Twilight giggled a little. “Sorry.”
“It's ok, I'm feeling a little gassy too,” Rarity said.
“It's ok, just let it out.”
“Are you sure?” PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFT! Was the only answer she got. Rarity smiled and made a deeper, longer fart. PPPPPPPFFFFRRRRT!
“Nice one,” Twilight said.
“Thanks,” said Rarity.
They went back to watching the movie.
“Hey Rarity,” Twilight said.
“Yes Twilight?”
Twilight answered by lifting her left leg up and farting. PPPPPRRRRRRT! Twilight giggled.
Rarity also giggled, lifted her right leg, and farted. PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFT!
Twilight giggled and let out a wetter fart. BBBBBBRRRRRRT!
“That one sounded wet,” Rarity said.
“It was.” Twilight paused the movie. “I'll be right back.” She stood up.
“Ok. Where are you going?”
“The bathroom. I need to poop.” Twilight went to the bathroom. When she was done, she stood up, pulled her shorts and panties back up without wiping, washed her hands, and went back to Rarity.
“Are you ready for me to start to movie back up?” Rarity asked.
“Yes I am,” Twilight said, scratching her dirty butt before sitting back down.
Rarity restarted the movie. As they were watching, Rarity smelled something.
“Twilight dear,” Rarity said.
“Yes, Rarity?” Twilight said.
“Did you, um... nevermind.”
“Rarity, you can ask me whatever you what.”
“But my question is unladylike.”
Twilight looked at the wet couch and their wet shorts as to say "Really?".
Rarity took a deep breath before asking. “When you went to the bathroom, did you make it or, um... go in your pants?”
“I made it, why do you ask?”
“It's just that I smell, um... poop.” Rarity blushed a little.
“When I am relaxing and I have to poop, I do go to the bathroom but when I'm done I just pull my panties and pants back up without wiping."
“I see, so... um... how does it feel?” Rarity blushed more.
“I really like the dirty nasty feeling from not wiping. In fact I would like to try...”
“What would you like to try?”
“Pooping myself.” Twilight blushed.
“Why haven't you?”
“I didn't want to risk ruining the couch cushions. Even though I have a really strong detergent I'm not sure if it's that strong.” Twilight sounded a little sad.
“I see. Hmm...” Rarity started to think. As she was thinking, she farted. PPPPPRRRRRRT!
Twilight giggled a little.
“I think that I might have an idea,” Rarity said.
“What is it?” Twilight asked.
“What if you were sitting on a dining room chair?”
Twilight thought for a few seconds. “That would work. Would you mind if I did that later?”
“Not at all.” Rarity farted again. PPPPPRRRRRRT! Twilight and Rarity giggled.
“Maybe you should try the bathroom.” Twilight said.
“Good idea.” As Rarity got up, Twilight stopped the movie. When Rarity was walking past Twilight she made a wet fart. BBBBBBRRRRRRT! Twilight could feel some of it hitting her legs, and smiled at the feeling. Rarity went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet.
After a minute or so she flushed the toilet. She was about to wipe, but stopped, thinking to herself, (Twilight did whip earlier and I have wet myself a lot today and liked it so why not try this?) Rarity got up and pulled her panties and shorts back up without wiping and smiles. (Twilight is right this does feel good.) Rarity thought as she was washing her hands.
She went back to Twilight and scratched her dirty butt a little before sitting back down.
“So how did you like not wiping?” Twilight asked as she started the movie again.
“I like the dirty nasty feeling of not wiping,” Rarity said with a big smile.
Twilight also smiled as she started the movie again. The movie was over about an hour later.
“So what should we do for dinner?” Rarity asked.
“I'm not sure. Let’s go see what I have in the refrigerator.” Twilight got up, as did Rarity.
As they were walking to the kitchen they were scratching their dirty butts. When they got there, Twilight opened the refrigerator. “I have stuff to make sandwiches.” Twilight said.
“Sandwiches sound good," said Rarity. "What do you have to drink?”
“Umm... the only thing I have is water I am out of everything else.”
“Ok, water is fine.”
“But I would like some soda.”
“I see. What are you going to do?”
“I will have to run to the convenience store down the street.”
“In our wet shorts?” Rarity asked nervously.
“Yes, it would be the first time that I went there in wet shorts. You can wait for me here if you like, I'll only be a minute.”
“Thank you. I'll do just that.”
“What would you like me to get you to drink?”
“What are you going to get?”
“Well I still want to pee myself a few more times and have you tickle me until I wet myself. So I am going to get half a gallon of lemonade and some soda.”
“That sounds good. Will you please get me the same?”
“Sure. I'll be right back.”
Twilight left for the convenience store. When she was gone, Rarity got out some plates and put the sandwich stuff out. She then set two places for them at the table.
She had just finished setting the table when Twilight came in with two big bags. “I'm back,” Twilight called from the door.
“Welcome back," Rarity said. I set the table and got the sandwich stuff out when you were gone.”
“Thank you, that was a big help.” Twilight took out the two bottles of half a gallon of lemonade, two one liter bottles of soda, and a bag of chips. They sat down at the table and each made a sandwich. They sat there eating their dinner and drinking lemonade. By the time Rarity had finished eating her sandwich she had drank nearly half of her lemonade. She was eating some chips when a hissing sounds came from her as she wet herself.
“Having fun?” Twilight asked as she also started to wet herself.
“Yes I am. I really like the warm feeling.” Rarity's pee was running down her leg, adding to the puddle she had made earlier.
“I like that warm nasty feeling too.” Twilight’s pee was also running down her leg add to her puddle from earlier.
When they were done eating they got up and cleaned up from dinner.
“Would you like some ice cream for dessert?” Twilight aked.
“I would like that, thank you,” Rarity said.
Twilight went to her freezer and looked in it. “All I have is strawberry.”
“That sounds good.”
As Twilight was getting the ice cream out, Rarity got out two bowls, two spoons, and an ice cream scoop, and put them onto the table. Twilight put two scoops of ice cream into each bowl and put the ice cream away. They sat and talked as they ate their ice cream.
When they had finished their ice cream, they cleaned up. “How about we play some cards?” Twilight asked.
“Sure, that sounds like fun," said Rarity.
Twilight went into the other room and came back with a deck of playing cards. They sat at the table, playing cards. By the time their sixth game had ended they had drank all of their lemonade and some of their soda. As they were playing their next game, Twilight started to squirm. “Are you ok?” Rarity asked.
“Yes, I just need to pee,” Twilight said.
“Ready for me to tickle you?"
“Yes, I've been holding it for a while. Let’s move the table and chairs so that we have more room.”
“That is a good idea.”
They got up and moved the table and chairs off to one side. Getting a nasty idea, Twilight sat down in the puddle of Rarity’s pee.
“Are you ready?” Rarity asked.
Twilight took off her socks and shoes. “Yes I am," she said.
“Sitting in a puddle of your friend’s pee, you're a nasty girl and need to be punished.” Rarity started to tickle Twilight’s sides, which made Twilight giggle a little. “You think this is funny?” Rarity tickled Twilight’s sids faster.
“Yes,” Twilight said in between giggles.
“I see. Well let’s see how funny you find this.” Rarity moved from Twilight’s sides to her feet and started to tickle them in small circles. “How is this?”
“HaHaHaHa is that the best you can do?” Twilight asked in between laughs.
“You want more? Then more you will have.” Rarity tickled Twilight’s feet harder and fast. “Still want more?”
“HaHaHaHaHa.” All Twilight could do was laugh.
“I'll take that as a yes.” Rarity tickled Twilight as hard and as fast as she could. Twilight was laughing non stop by now. As Rarity was tickling Twilight, they both farted. PPPPPRRRRRRT! This made both of them laugh. Twilight was lightly kicking her legs as Rarity was tickling her feet.
Twilight was able to hold it for almost three minutes before...
“HaHaHa R-rarity...HaHaHaHa...I...HaHaHaHa...Can’t...” A hissing sound come from Twilight as she started to wet herself. Twilight peed for almost two minutes before she stopped. when Twilight had stopped peeing Rarity stopped tickling her feet.
As Twilight was sitting there getting her breath, she let out a wet fart. BBBBBBRRRRRRT!
“Are you ok Twilight?” Rarity asked.
It took Twilight a minute to answer. “Yes, I just need to poop.”
“You said that you want to try messing yourself. Now is a good time. The kitchen floor would be the easiest to clean up.”
“That's a good point. You don’t mind? It may smell.”
“No I don’t mind.”
Twilight smiled and let the small log of poop to fall into her panties.
“Well how was it?” Rarity asked.
“It felt better than I thought.” Twilight said as she wiggled her butt around, enjoying the warm mushy feeling.
“I'm glad you liked it. When you're done could you give me a butt massage?”
“Sure thing Rarity.” Twilight wiggled around for another minute before she stopped. “Ok Rarity get on all fours.” Twilight got up. Rarity got down on her hands and knees in the puddle of both of their pee. Twilight got down behind Rarity and started to rub her butt in small circles.
“That feels good Twilight,” Rarity said.
“I'm glad,” Twilight said.
As Twilight was massaging her butt a hissing sound came from Rarity as she started to pee. “Peeing when having my butt massaged feels so good,” said Rarity.
Twilight had been rubbing Rarity’s butt for about five minutes when...
“Ok, I had enough Twilight.”
Twilight stopped rubbing her butt.
“Thank you, Twilight. That felt really good. Would you like a butt massage too?” Rarity got up.
“That sounds nice, thank you.” Twilight got down on her hands and knees and Rarity started to massage her butt.
As Rarity was rubbing Twilight’s butt she felt the bit of poop that was still in her panties. Rarity made sure that when she was rubbing Twilight’s butt that she was also moving the bit of poop around.
“This is even better than the last time," Twilight said. "Messy butt massages are the best!”
“I'm glad that you like it," Rarity said." Just let me know when you had enough.”
“I will, Rarity.”
Rarity kept rubbing Twilight’s butt for over five minutes.
“Ok Rarity, that's enough,” Twilight said, and Rarity stopped and helped Twilight up.
“So what should we do now?” Rarity asked.
“How about we clean up and watch some TV?” Twilight said.
“Sounds good to me. Where should we start?”
“Let’s start with this puddle.” Twilight pointed to the puddle on the floor.
Rarity smiled. “Ok Twilight, and I have a fun and nasty idea on how to clean it up.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“How about we use our hair to clean up the puddle?”
“That sounds like fun, let's do it.”
They got back down on the floor.
“Are you ready?” Twilight asked.
“I'm ready when you are.”
They looked at each other and bent their heads down so that their hair was in the puddle of their piss. They then started to mop it up with their hair.
“This is fun,” Rarity said.
“Yes it is,” said Twilight.
They crawl around on the floor mopping up their pee with their hair. It took them nearly twenty minutes to get it all cleaned up. When they were done they got up their hair was soaked with pee.
“That was a fun idea Rarity,” Twilight said.
“Thanks.”
They cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, then they cleaned up the couch and the living room.
“Let’s give each other a bath.” Rarity said.
“I was hoping that you would say that,” said Twilight. They walked to the bathroom and Twilight filled the tub with hot water. “As my guest you go first."
Rarity took off her shoes and socks and got into the tub. “How is the water?” Twilight asked.
“Just right.” Rarity said. Twilight started to cover Rarity in soap. When Rarity was covered in soap she scrubbed her sides.
“Ok Rarity, put your feet and legs on the side of the tub.”
Rarity did as Twilight told her. Twilight scrubbed Rarity’s feet and legs. When she was happy that they were clean...
“Ok, you can put them back in and get on your hands on knees.”
Rarity did and Twilight covered her butt in soap and started to scrub.
“Your butt is nice and clean. Sit down so I can clean your hair.”
Rarity sat down and Twilight covered her hair in shampoo and massaged it in.
“That feels really good Twilight,” Rarity said.
“I'm glad.”
When Twilight had all of the pee out of Rarity’s hair...
“Ok Rarity, stand up and I will rinse you off."
Rarity stood up. Twilight turned on the shower and rinsed Rarity off with the shower head.
“There you go all nice and clean.” Twilight said as she helped Rarity out of the tub.
“Thank you dear.” Rarity said.
“Your welcome.” Twilight drained the water out of the tub and refilled it with hot water. “Ok, my turn now.” Twilight said as she got into the tub and sat down. Rarity smiled and covered Twilight in soap and scrubbed her sides.
“Feet on the side of the tub please.” Twilight did what Rarity asked. When Rarity had her feet and legs covered in soap she started to scrub Twilight feet. Rarity did this as gentle as she could. When her legs and feet were cleaned, Rarity said “Put them back in and get on your hands and knees.” Twilight did so and Rarity covered her butt in soap and started to scrub. “It is going to take me a while to get this dirty butt of yours clean.”
Twilight just smiled.
It took Rarity over five minutes of scrubbing to get Twilight’s butt clean.
“Your butt is nice and clean. Sit down so I can clean your hair.”
Twilight did, and Rarity covered her hair in shampoo and massage it in. When Rarity was sure that she had all of the pee out...
“Ok, stand up so I can rinse you off.”
Twilight stood up. Rarity turned on the shower and rinsed Twilight off with the shower head.
“There all nice and clean again,” Rarity said as she helped Twilight out of the tub.
“Thank you Rarity,” Twilight said.
“Your very welcome."
“Getting dirty and being dirty is fun but it is nice to be clean again.” Twilight said.
“I couldn't agree more.” Rarity said.
They dried each other off with the hair dryer. They then went and sat on the couch and watched some TV in their damp clothes. As they were watching a popular show...
“Hey Rarity, would you like to sleep over tonight?” Twilight asked.
“I would love to," said Rarity. "Thank you Twilight.” Rarity gave Twilight a hug.
The show that they were watching ended an hour later.
“I think that it's time for bed.” Twilight said, yawning.
“Bed sounds good to me,” Rarity said, also yawning.
They got up and Twilight locked up and turned out the lights. They then walked to Twilight’s bedroom and got into bed.
“Night Rarity,” Twilight said as she turned out the light.
“Night Twilight.”
They lay there in silence for a few seconds.
“Thanks for having me over today," Rarity said. "I had a lot of fun.”
“Your welcome," said Twilight. "Would you like to come over to relax the next time that we have a day off?”
“Thank you I would like that Twilight.” Rarity said.
They lay there in silence for a few more seconds. “Hey Rarity,” Twilight said.
“Yes, Twilight?” Rarity said.
Twilight smiled, and a hissing sound came from her as she wet herself.
“Nice one Twilight,” Rarity said.
“Thank you.”
“Hey Twilight.”
“Yes, Rarity?”
Rarity smiled as a hissing sound came from her as she also wet herself.
“Nice.” Twilight laughed. |
The following are true stories from an anonymous student halls of residence flat in England. Names have been changed to protect all those involved but every incident has been shared with permission to highlight just how difficult and inconvenient the practice of one bathroom to ten student rooms is in traditional student halls of residence. They have been collated as evidence building material to pressure universities nationwide to increase access to bathrooms in halls of residence and ideally to provide accommodations with en-suites.
Carmel’s experience.
Age 18
Studying: veterinary medicine
Nationality: Australian
Carmel recounted one particular day when she found it very frustrating and stressful that there was just one bathroom for all 10 students. It was only her second night in the flat, and her first with all 10 rooms full. The shared galley kitchen didn’t bother her, neither did the large but basic shared lounge, but the distinct lack of bathroom facilities made her seriously reconsider her living conditions.
Carmel had woken around 7:30. Climbing out of bed and putting on her nightdress and housecoat she had made her way straight to the bathroom having woken with a full bladder, as most people do. Unfortunately she found the bathroom in use so she went next door to the lounge and decided to wait. Perched on the arm of the corner suite she pulled her arms around her bladder to get more comfortable. There was another student in the lounge already, who sat reading and he said good morning then continued with his book. Carmel said good morning back then shortly afterwards she stood up and headed to the bathroom to check it again.
She found it still locked. Feeling thirsty she decided to make herself a mug of coffee while she waited so she walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Another student was sitting at the breakfast bar eating cereal and he too said good morning, to which Carmel replied good morning back. Trying not to make it obvious how much she wanted to access the bathroom Carmel untied her dressing gown, crossed and then uncrossed her legs then tied it back up as she waited for the kettle to boil.
Looking over at the bathroom she could see it was still locked and she sighed in annoyance. Taking her coffee into the lounge she sat on the corner of the suite and rested her cup on the small coffee table beside her as she crossed her legs listening out for the bathroom to become free. Sipping her coffee now and again she tried not to show how bursting she was as she wriggled as little as possible and tightened her muscles. At one point she sighed again and left her coffee momentarily to chap on the bathroom door. No-one apparently replied but she could hear water running so assumed whoever was in there was showering.
As she returned to the lounge there were a few more house mates now there and Carmel was embarrassed they might see how much she wanted to pee so she lifted her coffee and returned to her room to wait. She sat at her desk tapping her feet and wriggling hoping the bathroom would become free very soon.
Unfortunately by the time Carmel had finished her coffee and walked back to the bathroom it was still locked. Again she knocked the door and this time heard a faint reply. As she did so one of her flat mates, who she knew as Robbie, walked past with wet hair and commented that he had just come out and Lydia had just gone in with a towel and clean clothes. Carmel commented that she had been waiting a while already and she hoped Lydia wouldn’t be long.
Realising now that the the only bathroom would be in huge demand in the morning Carmel headed back to her room to gather her shower things, deciding that when she got in to pee at last she would also have a shower whilst she could. Alone in her room gathering clothes, wash things and clothing Carmel jigged around and moaned as her bladder ached for release. Looking out to see if the bathroom was free she wanted to scream when she saw yet another housemate now waiting outside to get in. Bagging all her things up she raced to the corridor and stood behind Parker who was leaning on the wall.
‘This is madness. I’ve been waiting to get into here all morning! Is it Lydia still in? I hope she hurries up?’
‘Me too. My kebab from last night is really wanting out and I could go a good piss too!’
‘Oh please don’t be too long will you? I have my first lecture at 8:45.’
Carmel told me how she felt so embarrassed standing in the corridor especially as by this point she couldn’t really stand still much and she hugged her stomach with her arms because her bladder hurt it was so full. She described how she leaned on the wall, stepped back and forth and bounced on her feet. She talked about how frustrated, annoyed and stressed she felt at starting to feel her body struggle more and more as time passed.
By the time Lydia came out, full of apologies for holding up the queue, and Parker went in, Camel recounted that she was very visibly distressed and desperate to wee and that other students even commented as they walked past, much to her embarrassment. She recalled how she turned to face the wall on one occasion in order to hide the fact she had to grab herself to prevent her body having an accident. Almost in tears by this time she said she was openly ‘pee pee dancing’ and extremely self conscious of her predicament.
Carmel’s story ended with the very unfortunate situation that when Parker exited the bathroom and she was finally able to get in that as she closed the door behind her and locked it for privacy that her bladder burst it’s banks saturating her panties, nightdress and housecoat and making a large puddle on the bathroom floor that Carmel had to clean up before showering.
Carmel wanted to share this humiliating experience in the hope of highlighting how impractical one bathroom is in a student flat with ten rooms, especially at peak times like first thing in the morning. |
Chelsea’s recollection
Age:18
Studying: veterinary medicine
Nationality: British
Chelsea, a mixed race quiet student, was hesitant to share her experience at first. During our pre-interview discussions she shared how her parents had highly professional jobs and she had no previous experience of living away from home, let alone shared accommodation as she was an only child. She talked initially about finding her single room cramped and the flat noisy. She did add that she enjoyed getting to know her housemates and had become quite friendly with Carmel as they were on the same course.
I asked how she would describe the experience of one bathroom for 10:students and she very quickly replied, emphatically, ‘horrific, barbaric and shocking.’ It took her time to feel comfortable enough to share with me but after building up her trust she eventually confided in me about one particular time that made her angry, upset and ashamed. I could tell that it was a very significant event for her as she gave exact details as if the entire event had been ingrained in her mind forever. I would even go as far as to say that the situation has left this particular student with some underlying post traumatic stress that she may need professional help with.
Chelsea told me it happened on a Tuesday. She had a lecture in theatre 3 after lunch and she had met Carmel in the university on site restaurant for lunch before they went together. It was a whole year lecture, one of many that was deemed essential and core to the course and attendance was mandatory. There were over 200 students at the lecture and the theatre was warm. Chelsea was seated at the end of a row against a wall unable to get out without disturbing 7 other students. She told me how she had a bottle of water with her and she slipped on it throughout the lecture to keep herself attentive and hydrated. Early on in the lecture it had been stressed that notes would not be handed out to students and it was expected they would take their own notes as the curriculum formed part of the exam diet later in the year.
Chelsea took copious notes and was so busy throughout the lecture that she told me quite firmly that she hadn’t realised she really needed the toilet until the lecture was being wound up and they were preparing to leave the theatre. She mentioned she heard a few other students, especially females, mention they were heading to the bathrooms and, staying nearby, she decided she would be better to head to her own flat since she had no more tuition that day. Walking past the ladies on her way out the building she told me how this confirmed her decision as the queue was out the door. She told me Carmel had joined the queue so they parted ways and agreed to see each other back in their accommodation.
At this point Chelsea became a little restless and we stopped for a brief break as she said recalling the story like this actually seemed to make her need the bathroom again. On her return, and looking more relaxed, she asked where she had got to. I read back her account thus far and she nodded silently before taking a breath and continuing on.
‘Going outside and crossing the road to the halls I felt I needed to get back rather urgently as the need to go was extremely strong and persistent. I marched quickly along the street, gained entry to the large building and made my way upstairs to the flat I resided in at the time. Of course I went straight to the loo and I was not at all happy to find it engaged. I hadn’t anticipated that happening at all! I was bursting, really bursting, and stressed that I had no access to a bathroom.’
I gently prodded for more detail as to the impact on her of having to share such basic facilities with so many others and I noticed a distinct change in confidence and behaviour as Chelsea spoke more.
‘Well I wasn’t going to stand there dancing like a child, or knocking and begging for entry like some school child begging a teacher to be let out class, and I wasn’t going to let housemates see me struggling either. So, of course, I went to my room to wait privately and to take my coat and shoes off and put my bag away. After that I just sat on my bed squeezing my thighs with my bedroom door ajar to listen and watch out for the bathroom becoming free.’
I enquired if she had to wait long given how many she shared the flat with and at this point her voice became strained and her head bowed. She nodded and whispered, ‘Even 5 minutes can feel like a long long time when you are really really needing something badly, especially when your bladder is incredibly full. But it was longer than that. Long enough that I wondered what the occupant was actually doing in there and wished I had waited in the queue back at the university campus.’
Part of my research is to explain the full consequences of the one bathroom to ten students policy so I had to gently ask more. I explained once again why I needed this and reassured Chelsea that her account would be anonymised but that her experience was very helpful to enlighten the appropriate people at higher levels. Flushing, she nodded and finally told me what I needed to hear.
She told me how she sat squeezing and pushing and how she felt she could barely move because she felt so full. She confessed to getting angry and very annoyed at the occupant of the bathroom as she sat forwards on the edge of her bed trying to hold back the contents of her desperate bladder. She said she closed her eyes and concentrated so much on not peeing and that she undid the belt of her jeans to allow her bladder to expand. She went on to say how it hurt to hold but she hoped she would be able to use the bathroom any second.
She then said how she heard Carmel return to the flat and she saw her walk past her room as her door was ajar. Shortly afterwards she explained how Carmel knocked on her door and opened it wider, clearly interpreting the ajar door to mean Chelsea was in. Carmel began talking about the lecture but Chelsea explained how she didn’t answer as she tried to look perfectly fine despite her urgent need to pee. Chelsea was clearly embarrassed sharing how she felt a strong bladder pressure and tried to stop this by placing her thighs tight together with her hand between them. Apparently Carmel then asked Chelsea if she was ok and at this point in the interview Chelsea became emotional.
‘I knew it was about to happen and there was nothing I could do. The pressure was immense and the waiting impossible. I was unbelievably desperate and full and I can’t recall ever being that burdened. I just stood up in front of my friend, the door of my room open and I could feel it happen so suddenly and strong. My hand felt warm as the leg of my jeans changed colour right down both legs simultaneously and embarrassingly as this huge amount of urine poured out from between my legs uncontrollably. I just couldn’t stop. It was unbelievably humiliating and embarrassing and for the rest of the evening I refused to leave my room.’
I empathised and put my arm around Chelsea who was openly distressed at recalling this memory.
‘Please please get something done about this so my experience isn’t repeated. As a vet I would be struck off expecting ten cats to share one litter tray or ten rabbits to use the same area of one hutch to put their human waste in. It’s barbaric to expect ten humans to do this too. Had I had an en-suite this whole incident could have been avoided easily. Now I can’t ever forget it and it has ruined my first year in halls of residence. I can’t even bring myself to let my parents know as they would be so ashamed of me.
I felt so much sympathy for Chelsea. She could easily be one of thousands of U.K. students who may find themselves in the same position. As she righty said an en-suite facility could have easily solved her situation. No student should have to have such an accident but the longer we accept ten students to one bathroom the more stories like hers there will undoubtedly be. |
Robbie’s case
Age: 17
Studying: Art and design
Nationality: British
Robbie came across as a confident, almost cocky local lad who loved life. He was incredibly curious about my research and even offered to draw sketches to help my work. He was easy to chat with and opened up very easily, even finding his own experience and situation rather amusing. When asked for a little more detail on occasions he readily gave this and often became animated and excited in conversation.
I started by asking how he felt in general about ten adults having to share just one bathroom. He smiled and commented simply ‘I’m sure it’s much harder for the ladies. They do seem to need to go more often and take so much longer in baths and showers but it is still pretty annoying especially in the mornings and evenings I guess.’
I then asked if it had ever caused him personally any ‘difficulty’ to which he replied ‘well a few times I’ve been dying for a slash or a good dump but had to wait a bit. That’s annoying like but if you time it right some days aren’t too bad. There has been one or two times things have been really interesting’, mostly after some crap take away the night before or coming back from the pub. One time there was a big game on and we had beers and that and things got really, lets say very critical. Is that the sort of things you want to know about?’
Once Robbie got started he was actually hard to stop, insisting he tell me about more than one of those situations. For the purposes of research I felt both were worthy of inclusion., however his second situation is better included under ‘bowel inconvenience’ and therefore I have only included the bladder related one here.
It was the night of the football finals apparently and Robbie recounted how the five males of the house all planned on ‘taking over’ the living room with pizza and beers. The girls had ‘other things’ planned which he hadn’t paid much attention to as he sat ready for the game to begin. I could tell Robbie was a big sports fan and he talked about the game passionately. He said the match was very close and by half time he had had ‘at least’ two beers plus ‘anything else I was offered basically’. He explained how he spent half time getting more pizza but that shortly after the second half started he felt he should use the bathroom.
However, apparently around this time a penalty kick was taking place so he decided to hold off for a bit. Then after that the game was a draw and things got very tense so Robbie explained how he ignored how badly he had to piss in favour of watching the game. I asked if he assumed that he would be able to access the bathroom at the end of the game and he remarked,
‘Of course I assumed that. I mean there was only five of us and surely we wouldn’t all wait to the end to piss, and besides the girls had something else planned so I certainly wasn’t expecting any of them to be in was I?’
Robbie went on to explain how the game went on to extra time and he was really regretting holding his bladder as he sat tensed crouched forward on the couch shouting at the TV set.
‘Sure I was a little drunk and caught up in the game and stuff but my leg was bouncing still and when I thought no-one was looking I either had a hand in my pocket or I pressed on my penis. I just sort of didn’t want to miss the most exciting bit so I held on as best I could begging the game to finish in my mind. And yes Fabian will tell you that at one point I shouted to the TV to hurry up cos I was bloody bursting for a piss! I mean I was drunk and that and we all had a laugh about it.’
Robbie then explained what happened next. At this point he was sketching and keen to draw what happened too. He said when the game finally finished he grabbed himself and rushed to the toilet but found it locked. He showed me the sketch at this point which was of a male character bent forwards with a hand over his crotch and a tense face and the other hand banging on a closed door.
Apparently one of the girls passed by and laughed saying that they were having a pamper night and that Sammy and Marianna were in dying Sammy’s hair and would be there quite a while. Robbie, apparently, swore a number of times at this point before going into the kitchen where a few of the lads were finishing off the left over pizza.
‘I couldn’t wait. Beer goes right through me and I could feel my dick about to explode so I went into the recycling bag and pulled out some beer bottles and I couldn’t care who watched me. I wasn’t going to piss my favourite jeans cos the girls wanted a fucking hair dye night! So I pulled my dick out and pissed in two beer bottles. I leaked a lot on the kitchen floor because I was a bit too drunk to aim right but by God it felt so much better to go!’
After reading back my notes to Robbie to check for any mistakes I was amazed to see him laughing heartily. I smiled at his openness and willingness to find his own embarrassment funny but I did have to ask one final question.
‘Do you have any final comments you would like the university to know in regards to the situation of ten students to one bathroom?
‘Yes! Definitely don’t have mixed students because by goodness do woman find some crazy things to do in bathrooms when a guy needs a slash badly. Ten guys to one toilet might actually be ok. I blame the girls. Honestly I do.’
I wasn’t expecting the issue of sexuality to be raised but it clearly is something the university need to be aware of. If one bathroom to two students is exasperating already sexual tensions and creating inequalities then this is a matter for student rights as well as student welfare. |
Marianna’s account
Age: 19
Studying: Education
Nationality: Spanish
Marianna was one of the hardest students to interview for a number of reasons. She was worried about the implications of her career, anonymity, and she twice ‘forgot’ about our meeting. However after interviewing a number of the other students she became much more engaged and relaxed.
She was the first student to mention things like cleanliness, as well as health implications around being delayed access and she also wanted it noted how she had twice tried making a rota for bathroom use but how this was never stuck to and seemed to cause even more friction. She sighed when saying this and added ‘ten people to one bathroom might not be so bad if everyone worked together but all it really does is highlight selfishness.’
I slowly tried asking if she would elaborate on why she felt this but she clammed up and took a bit of convincing to talk again. I took a fresh tactic at this point asking if she could give me reasons why she felt en-suites should be standard and after the usual ‘privacy, cleanliness, convenience etc’ she added under her breath ‘and to save idiots deliberately being selfish and causing others distress.’ This remark appeared to be aimed directly at another student and I sensed major hostility may have been caused by the lack of bathroom facilities in the flat.
My hunch was right when finally Marianna said more. She mentioned how she had been rather attracted to one of the male students in the flat and that things had formed between them over time and it had become a bit of a running joke among the others that they were a couple. They didn’t seem a great match though and the relationship was very hot and cold and caused some issues among the group as a whole. They were in a hostile phase when the bathroom incident occurred apparently.
Marianna had been in the lounge chilling and reading some coursework after her dinner when the on/off boyfriend had come in laughing and joking loudly with another girl who he was obviously dating. This had triggered Marianna who took her can of juice and laptop and went into her room closing and locking her door behind her. She shared how she was ‘in no mood to come back out’ and after an hour or so of reading over coursework she decided to FaceTime her family back in Spain. It was during this FaceTime call to family that she recalled needing to use the toilet. However she didn’t want to appear rude to family so she told me how she ‘hung on’ through quite a long video call to the point that by the time she hung up she was quite bursting and fidgety.
At this point she unlocked her door and made her way to the bathroom but the other student was in the hallway with his new girl openly kissing and fondling. This made Marianna very uncomfortable and she felt unable to wait in the hallway to use the bathroom. The other student apparently laughed on seeing her try unsuccessfully to access the bathroom which triggered Marianna even more and a bit of a shouting match followed with Marianna returning to her room and slamming the door. Still bursting she moaned under her breath behind the closed door and fidgeted before deciding to try and ignore the couple and go back to the toilet.
On doing so she found the bathroom door open but just as she was about to step in the male student pulled his new girlfriend inside the door where they blocked it standing kissing and feeling each other up and laughing. By this point Marianna had had enough so she told me how she went into her room, put her coat on and walked out the flat in anger.
As I prodded gently for more information on what happened next I could sense Marianna was both still angry at the situation and at the same time reluctant to admit what actually happened.
‘He’s a fucking dick! I mean what sort of prat does that when you know there’s only one bathroom?’
I quietly nodded and asked if she found somewhere else to go.
She began explaining how she at first walked to the main campus of the university but by now it was late evening and all closed. So she headed for a supermarket where she knew she could use the ladies. By now this had closed too and she was ‘dying for a wee’. Struggling to think she was left with a choice of walking three quarters of a mile to MacDonalds or back to the flat. By now her angrer had subsided and she was determined that the other student would not stop her peeing. So she headed back to the flat walking quickly because she had to go so badly.
But Marianna’s bladder was really struggling and by the time she arrived back at the flat she confessed that her jeans were soaked and the student was still in the hallway with his new girl so she had to push past them to get to her room.
I drew the interview to the normal conclusion by asking if there was one thing she especially wanted the powers to know about regarding the ten students to one bathroom and Marianna was abundantly clear.
‘Tell them if they don’t bloody give us en-suites then they can try holding their bladders for an hour and end up pissing themselves in public and see how they bloody well like it. Oh but remind them that if it wasn’t for bloody selfish people like....**** (name scored out for anonymity reasons) then maybe the one bathroom would work.’
I hadn’t even considered the implications for difficult relationships but this case really highlights how personal differences can really add to the already inconvenience of ten people having to share one bathroom. |
Parker’s solution
Age: 19
Studying: Philosophy
Nationality: American
Parker was a very independent confident young man who seemed to thrive in the busy student accommodation for many reasons. Despite only living in England a month or so before I interviewed him he had certainly picked up many English phrases and ways, though he was very patriotic about his own nationality too.
He was also an incredibly busy man who as well as studying had part time employment. My interview was therefore shorter than some of the others but just as important and relevant.
I began by asking how he felt in general about the accommodation and specifically the one bathroom to ten student rooms policy. Parker pulled out his phone and was keen to show me how clear the written material from the university was about the accommodation set up and therefore that he didn’t expect en-suite accommodation and that the price of the apartment clearly reflected the percentage of shared facilities.
‘You get what you pay for right? I mean many a large family can have the same issue so it’s not a big deal. It’s not like there’s no other facilities we can use? We are free to use the university campus toilets, or the ones in the library or any public ones. We are adults and ought to be able to accommodate each other and wait a little now and again. Though obviously that’s a bit harder on occasions but then you just need to think out the box a bit. It’s about communication I say. Anyway, it’s not like you can just get to go whenever you want in real life anyway. In a job you gotta wait for a break, in a lecture you can’t just walk out and in a shop you can’t just abandon your bags whenever nature calls. So it’s like training for real life in a way.’
After I finished recording his answer I went on to ask if he had ever wished that there was another bathroom in the flat or that his room had an en-suite.
‘Oh of course I have. Mornings are utter chaos and same in the evening. Parties are a disaster for pissing and pity help us if one of us has IBS or hungover and vomiting. Even if the actual toilet was separate from the washing facilities that would help. But altogether means more waiting. Baths are the worse though!’
I asked if Parker had any specific examples he was willing to share and he laughed.
‘You mean to say the others haven’t told you about that already? They’ve been calling me Pissy Parker ever since!’
When I confirmed that I knew nothing about any incidents involving him he was happy to tell me how he had acquired his apparent nickname. This is his recount:
‘I had been to work in the call centre. I work part time for an insurance company handling claims. Helps pay the fees and that. It’s just a three hour shift so I don’t qualify for any breaks or the like. I was running a bit late as a lecture ran on so I grabbed some fish and chips at the chip shop and a litre bottle of Pepsi and ate and drank here before heading out. I can’t remember if I used the bathroom before leaving but I guess I must have not thought about it or it was busy, as usual. Sometimes, actually most times, I try to use the toilets there before the shift starts but I was late and didn’t want reprimanded.
I must have easily been half way through the shift before I even started to feel any need to go. I just sort of ignored it at first, you know change positions in the seat, that sort of thing. That worked for a while but then the need to go gradually got stronger until for the last 40 minutes I was fidgeting obviously and desperate for the shift to end. I had call after call so wasn’t even able to ask for a quick break though I know they wouldn’t have approved one anyway. By the time 9pm arrived I was so bursting I almost ran out the room to the toilets. But, God knows why, they were locked and the line manager was in the main room on a call! I was raging! Thankfully the building is in the town here and just ten minutes walk from the halls so I just zipped up my coat and trotted back here pronto!
I walked so damn fast because I was dying for a piss and I wasn’t even sure if I would make it! I daren’t even think that the bathroom could be in use because I knew what would happen if it was. I was pure sweating and frantic and all I could think about was my bloody rock hard bladder and getting release. I even started jogging because ever second counted!
I got in the flat and had to grab myself through my jeans as I walked down the hall to the toilet. I saw Robbie and muttered as I passed about how bad I needed to piss. He smiled but never said anything, at least if he did I don’t remember because all I could think about was not pissing myself. I get to the toilet, one hand on my crotch, bent forwards in agony and the other hand on the door handle when to my utter shock it it was locked! I banged the door begging whoever was in to let me in, saying it was an emergency as I squeezed my thighs together and wanted to scream.
Panicking I walked into the main lounge still holding myself and marching on the spot. That’s when I moaned and shouted above the TV, ‘Who is in the fucking bathroom? I’m practically pissing myself here I need to go so fucking badly!’
That’s when I heard laughter and sniggers probably because I was marching like a crazy man and grabbing myself. Fabian walked past me into the kitchen and looked at my sympathetically. He commented something about ‘So relatable. You been needing it a while then?’. I remember saying back that I had been at work without a break then the gents were locked and I needed in NOW!’ He must have been going in for a drink because he jokingly offered me his empty glass which I grabbed, turned around to face the wall, undid my fly pronto and pissed into the glass in the living room for everyone to hear!
It wasn’t my finest moment and the others won’t let me live in down but God it felt so good to go! ‘
I asked Parker if he had any final comments to which he laughed and replied. ‘Well my advice to anyone thinking of living in these halls is to buy a bucket! After that incident that’s what I did and I can tell you it’s bloody well used more than you think!’
Do we really think though as a society that our own students and guests being educated here from all around the world should be resorting to using buckets for toilets because we still think it’s acceptable in 2020 to have ten students to one bathroom? |
Finally had a chance to continue this series.
Lydia’s account
Age:18
Studying: Nursing and healthcare
Nationality: British
Lydia, a small, young looking, but intelligent and caring girl was happy to be interviewed. She came across as fairly care feee and easy going, though thorough and diligent. Like all the others I began by asking her in general how she felt about ten students sharing one bathroom. She smiled and shared how she came from a very large blended family living between both parents who had subsequently both remarried and had other children and as a result sharing a bathroom with many others was something she was accustomed to and therefore seemed rather normal to her.
I then asked if it had caused her personally any difficulties and what these had been. She was happy to share things like:
There were days when she didn’t bother showering as she was unable to gain access to the shower in a timely manner.
There were frequent days when she left for university having not accessed the bathroom once before leaving.
She brushed her teeth in the small sink in her room everyday because the bathroom supine was rarely available.
She usually entered the bathroom carrying a bottle of bleach as she felt the cleanliness of some of the others wasn’t great so she regularly cleaned the bathroom before use.
The latter one wasn’t something any of the others had mentioned much so I was keen to ask about this more.
‘I’m definitely a bit of a clean freak I guess. In health care it’s so important, though I don’t feel the need to say, wash my hair daily, but I do tie it back and wear a net on placement. But the standard of cleanliness in student halls is never going to be medical standard. I get that. Maybe I have OCD but I refuse to use a toilet that isn’t clean.’
Refuse seemed quite a strong choice of words and I was curious how this affected Lydia in daily life in the flat. I asked directly if she had actually chosen not to use the bathroom due to cleanliness and hygiene (or lack thereof) to which she nodded vigorously. After some gentle prodding she shared one notable incident.
One night I had a lot of course work to get through so I made myself some dinner and some tea and ate in my room whilst studying. Around 8:30 there was something on TV I wanted to watch so I went through to the main sitting room to see if anyone else was planning to watch it too. A few of the guys were watching a film and drinking beer so I went back to my room to watch alone. On my way Fabian passed me heading for the bathroom holding his stomach. I found out later he had some stomach issues but I never knew at the time.
I passed the kitchen and got some flavoured water to take to my room. I settled at my desk watching the programme on iplayer and about half way through I felt I needed a pee. I am used to waiting, and to be honest it doesn’t bother me much, so I figured I would go when the programme ended. It was very interesting. I guess it must have been around 9:15 when it ended but when I went to go pee the bathroom was busy again.
I knew I could wait so I just got into my pyjamas and played some games online and held on before eventually trying again. When it was locked I chapped to ask if the occupant could let me know when they got out. It was definitely one of the guys and sounded most like Fabian. Carmel walked past me and commented that she though Fabian might not be feeling great. That’s when I remembered him holding his stomach earlier on.
Worried he might have highly contagious gastroenteritis that would spread quickly through the flat I went back to my room for my apron, plastic gloves and bleach. I really needed to empty my bladder but I tend not to show when I’m bursting because coming from a large blended family I found too many people found my desperation funny. So I just casually waited in the hallway even though my bladder was screaming to get release. As a trainee nurse holding a full bladder is considered an essential skill of the job so I considered that night to be work practice.
What I hadn’t anticipated was quite how long Fabian would be and quite what a mess I would encounter. I think I was outside waiting almost ten minutes which might not seem long but I had been wanting access for almost an hour and my bladder was extremely full. Fabian did finally come out, though he looked pale and quiet. I decided that once I had used the facilities I would check up on him.
Now that night is the one night that having just one bathroom was awful. Fabian clearly had left his mark and regardless how badly I needed to urinate I could not bring myself to use such a filthy toilet. But have you ever tried cleaning a toilet when you really really need to use it? I hadn’t locked the door as at this point I was cleaning up not using the toilet and Marianna walked it. She agreed wholeheartedly that the state of the bathroom was horrendous and said she would help me.
Now that was both a blessing and a curse! Of course I was grateful for the help, especially as she returned with a mop bucket with hot water and disinfectant and a mop. But on the other hand I couldn’t use the bathroom while the door was open and while Marianna was there and by now I was so utterly desperate!’
I was desperate to know what happened next and Lydia was happy to say.
‘I closed the toilet door once Marianna came back joking that we didn’t need any more of the students making more mess. I then returned to the toilet to scrub it while Marianna started cleaning the sink. I though I might have an accident and while pressing my thighs tight together I joked with Marianna that running water often made me need a pee. Of course she told me just to go but I bit my lip and looked at the filthy toilet and I just couldn’t bring myself to use it no matter how bursting I was. I started cleaning it but I must have moaned in urgency because Marianna stopped cleaning the sink and looked at me. That’s when she outright asked me if I needed to go badly? I nodded and told her how long I had been waiting and she laughed and once again told me to just go.
But how could I sit on a soiled seat? I ended up saying to Marianna that I just couldn’t sit on such a dirty loo. She looked thoughtful before asking if I could wait until it was clean but by now I was breathing heavily I had to go so bad. I just shook my head but then she dropped her cloth in the sink and pulled me into the shower cubicle. She just stood looking at me while I squirmed before leaning towards me and undoing my jeans. Then seeing that I was frozen in fear she began pulling my jeans down, then my pants. I think it was the pants coming away that did it as I just crouched in the shower and pissed this huge long stream that left Marianna staring in amazement.’
I thanked Lydia greatly for sharing her recollection and asked if she had any final remarks.
‘Oh yes! Please tell the university that either we get en-suite or they invest in a daily cleaner as I never ever want to be left with a choice of a filthy dirty loo or a communal shower again. It’s disgusting really and will breed infections.’
I have added some graphs below to highlight this very point and the level of illness in properties with just one bathroom to ten students is almost double that of those with en-suites. It appears Lydia’s worries were definitely not unfounded at all. |
Harvey’s interview
Age:19
Studying: politics
Nationality: English
Harvey was a smart, well dressed, well groomed young man who had vast experience living away from home having previously been at an all boys boarding school. He was built very much for his preferred sport of rugby and his long golden hair curled to his shoulders. His take on the situation of one bathroom to ten students was more political minded than any other student and he was very forthcoming with his thoughts.
My first general question was the same as for the others and that was about his general thoughts on the subject. It became very quickly apparent to me that Harvey saw the set up as more of a means for the institutions to gain finance from the accommodation more than student comfort and that the public acceptance of this was a further reflection on both the way students were viewed by society in general and the lack of investment in state education as a whole. He was particularly knowledgable of ownership and history of the universities as establishments and he was quick to point out that even private accommodation for students didn’t have to meet the same standards as residential properties throughout the U.K.
Due to his knowledge and background I was keen to explore why he had chosen a shared flat with just one bathroom over more expensive solitary community accommodation or a smaller flat share.
‘I didn’t want to single myself out. My dad is the businessman and it is his family wealth and business who pay for my education but since divorcing dad my mum has a more modest lifestyle, though albeit still above many of a similar age and education. I always promised mum I wouldn’t boast about my privilege though she wouldn’t approve of many of my other exploits, but those aren’t relevant here. Besides dad allocated a monthly spent and with fees and rent this option gave me the most left over for myself so why not?’
I sensed a level of cockiness in Harvey that I hadn’t really encountered before with any of the others so I laughingly asked if he had ever used the one bathroom set up to his advantage.
‘Sure! Who hasn’t? I mean when someone bangs the door when you are in the shower and you pretty much know they might be bursting you have a choice don’t you? I mean I am not saying I always do this but once or twice I’ve kind of taken my time washing my hair or shaving or whatever just because I can. And yes I have used the bathroom for other things for privacy too. Who hasn’t? Sometimes on my own and sometimes with a girl. I mean why not? I pay to use it the same as the others and if I chose to use the shower to fuck a sexy girl then the others just need to wait don’t they?’
I thought back to my interview with one of the girls who had shared specifically about a house mate blocking the entrance to the bathroom by making out with a girl and I wondered if Harvey would admit he had done this.
Lightheartedly I jested and asked if he had ever blocked entry other than the incidents he had already shared.
‘Fuck yes! And I’d do it again too. Once one of the girls wanted in. She came back a number of times and I could tell she was desperate. It seemed funny to make her wait even longer because the bitch had turned me down. So I got her back by blocking the door kissing a hot girl who I hardly even knew. Watching the girl struggle was bloody hilarious.’
I could by now see that Harvey thought rather highly of himself and I wanted to challenge him a little. I also hoped that switching tone might help him think how others might feel but once again his answers were more reflective of his character and upbringing. I asked if he personally had ever found himself in need of the bathroom but unable to use it due to the demand.
At this he shrugged and laughed.
‘You mean have I had to hold it because of the long standing political underfunding and underinvestment of students and the violation of their human rights?’
‘Yip’
‘Shit yeah. I’ve ate my Lidl shite weetabix sitting on a cheap IKEA kitchen stood fiddling with my dick under the breakfast bar trying to hold it. I’ve sat with my hand down my trousers in my room bloody dying for a whizz but can’t get in and I’ve writhed on my bed swearing about to piss my bed because some muppet was in the shower, but it’s cool. I ain’t pissed myself once so what’s the issue?’
Picking up on his confidence I asked a hypothetical question to see how he would respond.
‘So, let’s say, for talks sake you woke with a full bladder. For one reason or another the other 9 students all got to use the bathroom for showers, hair washing, using the toilet and whatever else, would you just wait without any issue at all?’
‘Well someone has to be last don’t they? Has it ever been me? Fuck yeah. Did it bother me? Mmm not so much to start with but I don’t give a damn about anyone knowing if I need to piss so I hold until it gets fucking agony then I just find another solution.’
‘What’s the longest you have waited before you found another solution?’
‘Geez I’m not sure? I mean that depends when you start counting doesn’t it? But one morning I reckon I held over an hour before I gave up.’
‘Would you feel comfortable telling me more about that?’
Squashing another beer can (his second finished thus far in the interview) he jested that some people get off on this ‘stuff’ but then carried on anyway.
‘I woke needing I guess but not totally desperate. More hungover probably but hey. Robbie, he’s part Scottish, introduced me to Irn Bru,a bit like cola but more sickly sweet. Fucking amazing stuff for hangovers. So I had a can in the kitchen then sat watching breakfast TV eating cheap weetabix waiting for the bog. I must have sat there maybe half an hour bouncing my leg and changing position. I mind the dishwasher had broke so I was washing my breakfast dishes holding my crotch openly telling anyone who walked in that I couldn’t help it cos I was bursting. Where’s the point hiding it? We all piss man. I was fed up waiting for the shower so I went to my room to get dressed as all I had on was my boxers. God that was a struggle, you know the getting dressed, and I squirmed like an idiot doing that. I couldn’t go out of course so I went to the living room to wait but it was fucking obvious cos I couldn’t keep my hands out my crotch. I have standards though so I stood looking out the window squeezing myself facing away from everyone and bouncing from foot to foot. I was determined not to piss myself though.’
‘So did you eventually get access to the bathroom?’
‘Well yeah but not until I had to be, let’s say, ‘creative’. I mean I beginning to get a boner I was squeezing so much. I was bloody dying to piss that morning. Most of the others by this point had gone to classes, placements, whatever so there wasn’t so many about but for God only knows why the bathroom was still fucking locked! By this point I couldn’t even think straight. So I went into the kitchen to find something to piss in. My plan was to take whatever I found to my room and just piss there but I started feeling this awful cramp and I knew I was about to piss myself. I pulled the step stood that’s kept there for the smaller women to stand on to read stuff and I just stood on it facing the kitchen sink, unzipped and let it out. I didn’t care who saw me because they must all have known I was dying to go. I’m not all selfish though as I did wash the sink when I was done but it was so worth it to let go.
So yeah it’s not like I haven’t had to hold but you choose to live here you gotta just accept some stuff haven’t you? If you can’t, cough up the dosh and move somewhere else.’
At this point Harvey was getting increasingly uncomfortable and fidgety so I drew the interview to a close by asking if he had any final remarks to add to my report.
At this he shrugged and commented:
‘You can do all the reports, petitions, stories, whatever that you like but I’m telling you it won’t make one bit of difference. It’s all about money and politics. Universities make the accommodation nicer, more toilets and stuff and then they need to charge more. Then only the rich can afford to come so there’s an outcry at that. Plus universities are educational establishments not bloody landlords. They invest in teaching standards not loos. You live here by choice because you don’t want to study in your home town then you accept what that looks like or take your money elsewhere. No disrespect honey but I reckon you’re wasting your time with this.’
I do wonder if Harvey would have felt similar if he had needed the bathroom for something he couldn’t use the kitchen sink for. Then again he did get me thinking: do we really see students as worth investing in and would having en-suite accommodation really make it unaffordable for many like he suggested? |
Ishaan’s solution
Age: 20
Studying: Accountancy
Nationality: Indian
Ishaam was by far the quietest and most guarded student, hesitant to talk with me and suspicious of my motives.it was obvious English wasn’t his first language though I explained that my remit was genuine and that I only wanted to improve his living conditions and he eventually agreed to speak with me, though his interview was the quickest of all.
Like the others I started by asking his general views on the apartment, and more specifically the one bathroom to ten students. He shrugged, replying simply ‘this is normal is it not?’. I did explain that some universities had better arrangements but he shrugged at this too, clearly not seemingly too stressed by his living arrangements.
I tried asking if he had ever had times when he had really wanted access to the bathroom, for cleaning himself, gaining personal relief or anything else but been made to wait.
‘Of course mam. This is normal for everyone.’
I nodded but tried to stress that a ratio of 10:1 was most likely actually well above normal for most people and would probably cause them significant inconvenience.
‘I have other places too though? Don’t we all?’
I was keen to hear more about these ‘other places’ so asked Ishaam to tell me more.
‘The library. The university. The stores in the mall. Even the bus station. I go when out lots because this makes senses does it not? Be organised and plan ahead! It’s not hard.’
I recorded his answers but curiosity was still bothering me.
‘But what about first thing in the morning? Or evenings?’
‘I brush teeth in room. That ok. I wait and go at University. Ishaam just go early if I need to. Sometimes I use it here if free, but if not I wait and go where I can. I study late at library and go there always. I do what I need to do. People here don’t plan I find. That’s the problem. Not lack of facilities, lack of forethought.’
I was impressed at Ishaam, who appeared to be the only student who hadn’t found himself in any sort of ‘emergency situation’ due to the shared toilet arrangement and I was beginning to think he would have little evidence to add to my report. But I was anxious to make sure one final time.
‘That’s very organised. I am highly impressed Ishaam. So just to clarify, you haven’t had any issue at all with the one bathroom to ten students and your recommendation is to be organised and plan ahead? So you haven’t ever experienced personally any times of desperation or wishing things were different, say perhaps that you had access to your own private bathroom?’
‘Oh mam, I am human too. My plans have had to change, yes even rather urgently at times, to ensure all was well. And this country not good for 24 hour toilets so that is something that needs to be better. I not have, what do you call, ‘accident’? I not have those but I come close to that. But now I plan better.’
‘Would you be able to tell me more about those ‘close calls’ at all?
‘Emmm. Ok. One time studying late at library I drink flask of coffee to keep me awake. I had assignment due and need to study so I stay very late. I need to use facilities but I enjoy study too much so I wait and wait. I don’t want coffee go cold so I drink it all. But then trouble happen and I get distracted by body need. I not want to stop studying so I keep writing and reading then librarian tell me I have to leave. I think I better use boys room badly but it is locked. I have to wait. I was not happy. Walking back here I try store with bathroom but it closed too. This is not good. Ishaam worried now! I run to house as it’s bad, real bad, but then I can’t go here. Someone in bath.’
‘Oh that’s when you wished you had your own bathroom? You must have been very desperate after a full flask of coffee?’
‘Yes. I had to go bad. I went to room so I could think and plan. I try to wait hard. I try to be good citizen. I really struggle so bad. It not good thing to see.’
‘So did you let anyone know? Did you tell anyone about it? What did you do?’
‘I not talk about it. That not thing to do. I just try to wait so much. I worry on own. No tell anyone, only you now.’
‘So did you just hold right until you gained access to the bathroom?’
‘Ah. I tried to. So much. I thought I would go pop. It so so bad. I had to do a really bad thing. I had to be a bad citizen.’
‘But you said you hadn’t had any accidents? So what did you do that was so bad Ishaam? No judgement. These things happen to us all.’
Ishaam was clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed. In a hushed voice he whispered gently,
‘I not be able to hold longer. I put it in flask.’
‘Oh. Well you had to do something didn’t you?’
‘Yes’
‘So based on your personal experience would you recommend the university look to install en-suite facilities in student accommodation.’
‘Ok. I think that be good. Or maybe one more bathroom? I not want to use flask again!’
‘No indeed. Thank you for your time.’
I found Ishaam’s case interesting. His reluctance and embarrassment at speaking out, combined with the language and cultural barriers must surely be factors in why so many students are still facing the barbaric situation of just one bathroom to 10 students even now in 2020? |
Here’s the final one in this series. I hope some of you have enjoyed these. They were based on my own student experiences.
Sammy’s story
Age: 19
Studying: history
Nationality: Irish
Sammy was the final student I interviewed in flat 7. She was a pleasure to chat to, open, outgoing, giggly and fun. I was aware she hadn’t been mentioned by the others and wondered why. I found out very quickly that she was not in the flat as often as the others as she worked at a local buffet restaurant between her studies and also did some shifts at a local bar too. I began in my usual manner asking how she viewed the accommodation in general and the bathroom facilities specifically.
‘You mean we have a bathroom in here? You know I’d hardly know it because I can’t get into it much at all,’ she laughed.
I chuckled and said that others had hinted similar too.
‘I take it you would much prefer individual en-suite then?’
‘Oh goodness yes! For small bladdered girls like me most definitely! It’s crazy here!’
‘So I have been hearing. So I assume this set up has caused you difficulties? Has there been times you have found it stressful?’
‘Good God every single day! To be sure it’s like a circus here and every minute one of us is moaning or cross legged or squirming. I bet right now someone in this very flat is waiting for that bathroom and having to hold (she was 100% right because having been there all day i myself was rather desperate by this point though I wasn’t going to say of course!). It’s usually me and now you are talking about it I better go see if it’s vacant. I’m always needing I am.’
Sammy slipped out but returned quickly and sat back opposite me.
‘As always: Locked.’
‘So, has, emmm, has there been any specific times...you’ve err, really struggled waiting to gain access? Would you mind sharing those so I can collate all these experiences, anonymously of course, and pass them on. I think it’s quite important that the university is aware of the, emmm discomfort and stress this is causing people.’
‘Oh God where do I start? Have you got all night?’
(I wasn’t sure I had 15 minutes by this point let alone all night, having been offered tea and coffee throughout the day and now onto student number 10 without a break.)
‘Well there was the time I arrived at my bar job bursting and ending up pissing myself behind the bar, there’s been many days at the restaurant when I have been dancing and jigging about so much one of the others either laugh or tells me to run before I wee myself. Then there’s been like lectures I have leaked in , exams I’ve been dying in, assessments I’ve squirmed through and shows on TV that I’ve sat through utterly desperate. There’s seriously NEVER a day here when I’m not wriggling, jiggling, bouncing and bursting! So what ones do you want to hear about? I’ve pissed myself, ran outside and squatted in the dark just to piss, peed on towels in my room just to release and even ran all the way to Tesco one evening just to use their loo so I wouldn’t wet myself! I could write a book never mind a report! You want to hear about any of those?’
‘Emmm, I already have quite a collection but if you wouldn’t mind elaborating on one, ideally directly due to not being able to access the bathroom here...did you say it was locked just now?...that would be perfect.’
Sammy giggled, sitting cross legged on the kitchen chair and paused at this point.
‘I’ll tell you the TV one then since I was here the whole time. It’s a very common one anyway.’
Sammy went on to tell me about her entire day. After a few minutes of listening to her when she hadn’t even got to mid day I felt I had to interrupt her. I had been in the flat all day and not only were the other students clearly keen to get freer access to their kitchen but I was very keen to finish up myself. I should add that by this point I was very restless myself and having been talking and writing about the illusive bathroom I was very keen to see it (and use it!) for myself. It definitely appeared Sammy wanted the same thing as when I interrupted her she ran out the room, excusing herself but then returned quickly afterwards.
On her return she seemed to want to jump right to the point and told me very briefly and quickly about an evening she had a rare evening off and a group of them were watching Netflix. She said she’d had way too much tea and tried to get access to the toilet at least 5 times but each time it was locked and how she had sat squirming, wriggling, rocking and bouncing trying to wait. Being able to 100% relate to how she felt I had to ask if she eventually got access.
‘On that occasion yes. But the thing is less than an hour later I was bursting again! That’s the thing about breaking the seal after holding for ages. To be sure I was actually thinking of buying a potty for my room you know. Problem is that only works if I am here. All too often because I can’t go before I need to leave I end up arriving at university, shops, the pub or the restaurant desperate which impacts on my performance there. Sorry do you mind if I nip out a second. I’ll be right back!’
I guessed where Sammy was going, privately wishing I could go myself.
I packed up while she was away, making polite conversation with some of the others I had interviewed earlier who were in the kitchen and I gazed momentarily at the kitchen sink which Harvey had told me earlier he had used in desperation. Having now experienced for myself how difficult it was to share just one bathroom for a full flat of 10 students I could truly appreciate why he had taken such drastic measures.
It was a few minutes before Sammy returned, looking more relaxed and comfortable.
I ended by asking her one final question and that was did Sammy have anything she wished to add.
She paused at this then said,
‘I wish the university would look at the implications of this policy in broader terms. Yes it would cost more to build and maintain more bathrooms but they need to think of the mental health as well as the physical health of students. We can’t possibly be productive, happy, relaxed and efficient people if we spend a chunk of everyday holding a full bladder or waiting for a shower, or whatever. They should look at the impact of this policy on how we are at work, how unhygienic it must be if any of us take radical actions and how it affects our social lives because we don’t feel we can even have friends over because of insufficient facilities.’
I promised her I would ensure this was all noted and included then thanked her and made my way out, noticing as I passed that the bathroom was, as seemed to be common, both closed and locked.
As I got in my car to drive home after a long day I had an awful lot on my mind, and even more sloshing about in my bladder. |
Disclaimer:The characters in this story are meant to be 18+. The images you're seeing are there to give you an idea of what they look like.
And yes,the title is indeed based off this lovely line of dialogue:
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A purple Inkling Girl turned off her TV and got up from her bed as she finished sipping from her cup of "Main-Saver Lemon". She then threw the cup in a garbage bin, where several cups from the same drink lied. She got off the bed and grabbed her phone to check the time. It as time for her to leave the apartment. She and a few of her friends had a friendly match planned for today at Camp Triggerfish. If she left the house now, she would be able to make it there in time. The put her phone in her pocket and exited her room. She entered the living room and picked up her bag and her Kensa Undercover Brella. With everything she needed, she exited the house and headed towards the bus stop. After a few minutes of waiting, the bus arrived and she got in. She payed for the bus, sat down and pulled out her phone. She then went into her contacts and started texting one of her friends.
"Hey, Kai. how are you?"
"I'm doing fine, Umiko. I am thankful that you ask." Kai replied. Umiko giggled. Her friend Kai was an Octoling that moved to Inkopolis about a month ago. He's been learning the language of inklings for a while,but there were still a few things he needed to learn.
"How far are you? Umiko asked.
"I just put on my clothes. I am on my way to the Square."
"Sweet,i'll see you there!" Umiko said. After sending the text, she exited the chat and tapped a game on her phone. She then started playing the game while waiting for the bus to arrive at her destination. A few minutes into the trip, she started felt a slight twinge in her bladder. She crossed her legs and ignored it. As she was sure she could take care of this when she got to her destination.
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The bus stopped and Umiko stepped out of it. The bus drove off and Umiko made her way towards the hottest spot in Inkopolis (at the moment): Inkopolis Square.
"Ugh...i shouldn't have drank so much lemonade before leaving...." Umiko said to herself. Her bladder had gotten more full while she was on the bus and the pressure was getting pretty distracting. The Square was just a short walk away, so Umiko started walking faster until she arrived at a skate park. She walked through the skate park while looking around. There were a few inklings skating there, but there was no toilet in sight. Eventually, Umiko arrived at a Launch Pad. The pad was in front of a fence and behind that fence was a nice view of Deca Tower, the biggest highlight of the Square. She stepped onto the Launch Pad and transformed into her Squid form. But upon doing that, she felt a very strong twinge in her body. She quickly transformed back into her humanoid form with legs crossed. The pressure had decreased, but it was still as strong as it was before she transformed. She transformed back into a Squid and the she felt the twinge again. She shivered and tried hard not to revert back to her humanoid form. She then used the Launch Pad and Super Jumped towards Inkopolis Plaza.
Upon landing, she quickly transformed back into her humanoid form. Like last time, she had her legs crossed. After she felt the pressure die down, she uncrossed them and looked around. She was standing right at the South side of the Square. As one might expect, there were Inklings and Octolings everywhere. Some of them were talking, some were reading magazines, some were playing games and some were just walking around. But Kai was nowhere to be seen. Umiko started walking around while looking to her sides. There were a bunch of buildings in the Square and she already knew most of them didn't have bathrooms. The few Buildings in the square that did have bathrooms were the Shoal,the Grizzco building and Deca Tower. She decided to go straight to the Deca Tower. She entered the tower and followed the signs that were hanging from the roof. She entered a hall and her eyes quickly widened at what she saw. There were a bunch of Inklings and Octolings standing in a line for the girls restroom. And they all looked just as desperate if not more than she was right now.
"What the Shell?" Umiko said to herself. She couldn't wait this long, otherwise she'd be late. She left the towers and was about to go to another building,when she heard someone calling her name.
"Umiko! There you are!"
Umiko looked behind her and saw Kai standing with an Octobrush on his back.
"Hey,Kai! Good to see you made it." Umiko said nervously.
"So...where we go now?" Kai asked as he looked around.
"Our match will take place at Camp Triggerfish. We still have a few minutes left to make it there." Umiko said. She motioned Kai to follow her and the two walked towards a plaza exit. They couldn't Super Jump to the Camp from the Deca Tower due to the map not being part of the rotation at that moment. So they had to use another bus to get there in time.
Kai sat down and started telling Umiko about how he's been getting used to life on the surface. Umiko just nodded and hummed as he told his stories. She hoped his stories could distract her from her need to pee.
About 5 minutes later,The Inkling and the Octoling stepped out of the bus and headed towards the camps entrance,where they were greeted by another female Inkling.
"Hey! There you two are. You're just in time! the match is about to start." The girl said. She grabbed both players and started dragging them with her.
"This way! Everyone is waiting for you!" The Inkling said.
"Hey! Slow down!" Umiko said. Being yanked forward was causing her even more discomfort.
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Ready?...................GO!
The match started and every member of the blue team rushed forward. Everyone except Umiko,who was standing there shifting her weight from one foot to the other. It wasn't until one of her teams yelled "Booyah" that she started moving again. She yelled "Booyah" in response,as it was kind off an unwritten rule in these matches: Always Booyah back!
The match they were playing was a Splat Zone match. and the Zones they needed to ink were located near the canal in the middle of the Map. Umiko started running there on foot. She could've used all the blue ink around her to swim faster,but because of what happened earlier when she transformed into a Squid,she decided against it. By the time she arrived,Her teammates had already taken over one zone and were busy inking the one on the other side of the canal. Kai was in the middle of the inked zone,swinging his brush around. An opposing member of the team started firing at him with a Splattershot. Umiko quickly rushed in and blocked the Ink shoots with her Brella.
Kai quickly used his brush to move to a safer spot. Umiko kept blocking the shots until her brella broke. She subconsciously dived into her ink,but quickly jumped back out upon feeling a twinge in her body. She ran away with her free hand between her legs. She turned around and saw the opposing team trying to cover the other side. Luckily,a member of her team managed to sneak to the other side and squished the teammates with their roller. Umiko seized the opportunity and her used her Brella to cover the opposite side with her ink. With both Zones being covered in their ink,they had complete control over the zones. A blue colored timer started ticking down.
"Everyone,Stay on your tentacles! I can see them respawning!" a member of the blue team said as they saw the members of the opposing team leaving their Spawn Point. Kai ran past Umiko and seemed to be heading towards the spawn to stop them. Right as he was out of sight, Umiko's Brella shield reformed. Her other two teammates were still near the zones,so she decided to leave the zone to cover some of the nearby floor the prepare her special weapon. She stopped for a second and started hoping from one foot to the other to try to ease the pressure in her bladder.
"Help!" One of the teammates yelled. She quickly stopped and ran back towards the Splat zone. By the time she arrived,the opposing team had managed to take over the Splat Zones causing her team's time to stop and causing THEIR timer to start counting down. She took a few steps back when suddenly,she saw a laser on her body. She panicked upon realizing that and quickly dived into her ink before a line of ink landed on the spot she was standing on. She jumped out of her ink with both her hands between her legs.
"*Sigh* Great! They have a Charger on their team." Umiko said to her self. She picked up her brella and opened it. She started shooting her ink at the Zone while blocking the opposing team with her Brella. She managed to splat one of the teammates and this caused her tentacles to start glowing. This meant only one thing,her special was ready. Her Brella broke once again,causing one of the opposing member to grin. But before they could continue with fighting back,Umiko activated her special. With a puff of smoke,her entire team was covered in Ink armor. The opposing member started firing at Umiko until her armor broke. Despite this,Umiko kept firing until the opposing member got splatted. She looked back at the zones and they were covered in her teams ink once again. However,her teams timer didn't continue with it's countdown. Instead,another time appeared and started counting down. This timer was a penalty and her team had to wait until it reached 0 for the regular timer to start counting down. Umiko stayed by the zone this time. the longer they could keep control of this zone,the faster the match would be over.
"I can hold it until the match is over!" Umiko thought as she stood upright.
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"I don't think i can hold it until the match is over" Umiko said to herself. She was now hiding behind a wall. Her Brella was on the floor and both of her hands were on her crotch. The opposing team had managed to take back control of the zones a couple of times. Umiko's team was able to fight back and regain control a couple of times,but it usually didn't take very long for the opposing team to take the zones back.Both teams were pretty close to reaching 0, but the opposing team was now a few seconds a head of her team. The closer you were to 0,the more you'd be penalized for losing control of the zones.
"Help!" A teammate yelled. Umiko moaned and came out of her hiding spot. She was now standing on top of the the wall she was hiding behind. Her team was busy fighting off the opposing team. Umiko reached for her Ink Tank and threw a Torpedo at the opposing team members. Both of the opposing members fled from the zones,giving Umiko's team some time to take back the zones. They inked both zones and their penalty timer started ticking down again.
Kai looked at the Match's timer. They only had about half a minute left before the match ended. if they could keep their team timer ticking,the match would go into overtime.
"Imuko,we can still win!" Kai said. Umiko didn't reply as she was to busy trying to hold all of her pee in. Due to the penalties,the match went on for longer than she anticipated and she felt like she was near her limit. She had to hide behind certain parts of the stage so that she could hold it in without having to worry about being splatted.
"Our Penalty is almost over. We can still win!" Kai said. Right on cue,the timer stopped. Kai turned around and saw the opposing members inking the splat zones again. Umiko and Kai ran up to the zone and started inking it and the opposing team. Kai dived into his ink and swam up to a charger that appeared from behind a wall. He then jumped out and started creating a circle around the charger user with his Brush. The Charger stopped aiming and looked around in confusion.
"Kai..please stop-EEEK!" Umiko stopped as she got hit by some ink. She quickly opened her Brella to block the shots. While she was blocking she pressed her free hand against her crotch. To her horror,she could feel a slight wet patch in her panties.
"Peekabooyah!"
Umiko turned around and saw an opposing inkling standing behind her. he was holding Dualies,so Umiko could only assumed her rolled behind her while she had Brella open. She opened her Brella again to block the shots,but it didn't take long for it to break again. Umiko quickly ran in the opposite direction,but she could feel her body getting covered in ink. Umiko gasped and closed her eyes as she prepared to be splatted.....
A few seconds had passed and nothing happened. She hopped her eyes to see her team mate roll up to her with a roller.
"You good?"
"Y-Yeah! Thanks...." Umiko said as she got up from the floor. The roller user rolled away and covered got rid of the opposing team's ink. Umiko crossed her legs and clenched her fists,Now she was REALLY starting to doubt she could make it to a bathroom by the time the match ends. She then looked at her arms and saw a laser aiming at her again. Umiko dived in her ink again and saw away from the zones. After swimming a short distance away,she jumped out of her ink and landed on her knees,with her hands jammed between her legs. She was groaning and rubbing her legs together,trying her hardest to keep her urine inside her bladder. but she could feel another spurt escaping her bladder. She was 100% her pants got a bit wet. Luckily,the color of her pants and the materials made it very difficult for anyone to notice.
She was was distracted,she could feel the the laser on her body again. She turned around to see the Charger aiming at her again. Right as he was about to fire however,Kai swam up to him and started swinging her brush. The charger noticed this and quickly swam into the opposite direction. However,he ended up falling off the map and landing into the water below the camp. Inklings couldn't swim in water due to most of their bodies being made out of ink. Needless to say,the charger dissolved upon landing in the water. with his ghost returning to the Spawn point.
5.....4.....3.....2....1......
The match's time reached 0,but a bunch of alarms started going off. This meant the the match was now into overtime.
Umiko got up from the floor and the second she did so,her hair started glowing again.
Kai motioned her to follow him,which Umiko did. Upon arriving back at the Zone,she acted her ink armor and both her and her teammates started chasing away the opposing team. Their penalty had reached Zero and their team timer was now counting down.
"C'mon...C'mon please..." Umiko said as she watched her teams timer get closer and closer to the opposing teams number. Umiko looked to her side and saw the Dualie user coming back to the zone. She ran up to him and started shooting him. The Dualie user rolled around her and shoot her with ink until her armor broke. But Umiko quickly turned around and blocked the remaining shots with her Brella. She kept firing at him until he got splatted.
"GAME!"
Umiko looked at the timer and smiled. Her teams timer had was one second below the opposing teams timer! They won the match.
Umiko smilled raised her hands. But she quickly jammed them back between her legs when she felt a strong wave of pressure going through her body. Imuko's team started celebrating,when Kai noticed that Umiko wasn't here with him and the team. Kai looked around in confusion and saw Umiko running away. Feeling worried, he transformed into an Octopus and swam after her.
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Umiko ran towards some stairs near the lake and stopped under it. She looked looked at the river and crossed her legs even tighter. She dropped her Brella and quickly and reached for the waist of her pants. Right as she was about to pull them down however....
"Umiko?" A voice said.
Umiko yelped and let out another spurt. She quickly jammed her hands back between her legs and looked at Kai.
"K-Kai?! Why are you here?!" Umiko said as she rubbed her legs together. Why did he have to show up now?
"I'm sorry...i notice you were acting weird during match,so i thought you got hurt." The Octoling replied. that's when he noticed her rubbing her legs together. And he also saw her grabbing the waist of her pants...he then realized what was happening.
"Umiko? Do you need to use restroom?" Kai asked. Umiko quickly shushed him. She looked around desperately and then placed a hand on Kai's shoulder. with her other hand being on her crotch.
"Kai! Can you please keep an eye out for me?! I gotta pee so badly right now!" Umiko said as she did a little potty dance in front of him. Kai's eyes widened.
"Uh...s-sure..." Kai said. Kai took a few steps away from the stairs and looked around.
"Don't look!" Umiko said with a blush on her face. Kai just gave her a thumbs up and kept looking in front of him.
Umiko opened her Brella and placed it behind her. The Brella was slightly see-through, So someone standing as close as Kai was could easily see her. But she was still hoping it would make it somewhat difficult for other inklings to see her from far away. She pulled her pants and panties in a single motion and popped a squat. Unable to hold it in for any longer,Umiko let out a very strong stream of blue urine. Umiko let out a gasp as her stream splattered against the wooden floor and created a puddle that got bigger and bigger until it started going to the cracks and landing in the water below.
"Ahhhhhhh~" Umiko moaned as her bladder started shrinking down. Her eyes were almost completely closed and her mouth hung open. Holding it in for so long may have been very discomforting,but it always felt so good to let it all out.
Meanwhile,Kai was still looking in front of him with a blush on his face. He didn't have any music on at the moment,so he was able to hear Umiko relieve herself right behind him. Kai just kept staring forward. Part of him wanted to turn around to see how she was doing,as he had never seen a girl pee before. But on the other hand,he had promised her he wouldn't peek.
Umiko's stream was starting to weaken and after a few seconds,only a few spurts came out. Umiko shook her body a little bit and then stood upright. She immediately pulled up her pants and panties,since she didn't have anything to wipe with. She ignored the feeling of the wet patch brushing against her and grabbed her brella. She then aimed her brella at the wet spot on the floor and covered it with ink.
"Alright....I'm done...That was so embarrassing..." Umiko said as she closed her Brella. Kai turned around and looked at her,with a blush still on his face.
"Kai,Please promise me you won't tell anyone about that. i really don't want to get in trouble for this..." Umiko said. Kai simply nodded.
"*Sigh* Thank you. C'mon,let's take a break." She said as she warped on of her tentacles around him. The two walked away from the spot together.
"i had thought you got hurt. I'm glad to see you are okay,Umiko." Kai said.
"Yeah...word of advice Kai,Don't drink multiple cups of Lemonade before a friendly match..." Umiko said. |
Note: this is my fantasy of how I hope things go if I tell my boyfriend about this fetish.
Warning -- includes sexual content.
Oh, hello reader. I'm so glad you could join me. Let me tell you the story of how I introduced my boyfriend to this little fetish you and I share. For the sake of this story, we're going to name him Freddie.
Now, Freddie and I have been dating for nearly a year. For the past several months, due to Covid, I've been living with my grandmother and he's been living with his mom, which, as you can imagine, does not leave us with much alone time. If any. Fortunately, we're both starting jobs and we're moving into an apartment together and I've finally convinced myself to have the talk with him. You know the one. No, no, silly. Not the birds and the bees, that would be weird. The talk where I tell him all about my love for wetting. That talk. And you're going to be there every step of the way.
I texted him this morning and told him not to make any plans tonight. I know his schedule and he's typically free on Saturday nights -- luckily, I was correct. Date night is on the books! He keeps asking me questions about what we're doing, but I refuse to answer. I can be stubborn in that way.
I'm on my way to pick him up. The back seat of my Subaru is down and I've made a bed out of it. I'd estimate there are between 6-8 blankets and 6 pillows and I'm very proud of how comfortable it is. I just picked up a veggie pizza, two mango white claws, water, and a bag of salt and vinegar chips (our favorite) and I can feel the nerves start to flutter around in my stomach. Since I'm sure you want to know, I'm wearing black Lululemon leggings and a dark gray long sleeve that I reverse tie-dyed so it's perfect for this spooky season. I don't even own a real bra any more, so I am wearing a white sports bra (itty bitty titty committee over here, but my booty makes up for it!).
I just put a blindfold on him and walked him to my car. I don't want him to see the backseat and guess what we're doing! He keeps asking why my car smells like olives. I think he knows I have pizza for him ... or at the very least, he hopes it's pizza.
I told him to take his blindfold off and he seems to be very excited about the date. He's never been to the drive-in movies before. I'm parking in the back corner, far from any of the handful of other cars. He just posted a boomerang of me, the car bed, and the pizza on his story -- god, I love him. Our shoes are off and we're settled on top of the blankets (it's still pretty damn hot in AZ right now) and he's diving into his pizza while we wait for the movie to start. I bought tickets for the 2018 Halloween and it's a double feature with the Nun or something terrifying right after.
Now my nerves are really buzzing. I'm starting to think this conversation isn't a good idea. What if he's disgusted and breaks up with me? This could be the worst decision I've ever made, but I can't go the rest of my life without telling him. And it'll just get harder the longer it goes on for. Okay brain, thanks for the pep talk. Let's do this.
We're about thirty minutes into the movie now. Do I have to pee or am I just nervous? Probably both. The food has been put away and he's laying on his back. My head is on his chest.
Me: "I want to tell you something."
Freddie: "Okay ... let's hear it."
Me: "Remember when we talked about our fetishes and we both said that we don't have any?"
Freddie: "Yeah, why? What's up?"
Me: "I lied."
Freddie: "Why would you lie about that?"
Me: "Because we had just started talking and I was embarrassed. I still am embarrassed."
Freddie: "Babe, you know I love you. I told you I'm down to try anything with you. We're going to be together a long time and our sex is going to get boring at some point. We're going to want to try new things. You have no reason to be embarrassed. Tell me! I'm curious now."
I take a deep breath.
Me: "I like pee."
I'm afraid to look at him. He hasn't said anything, so of course I'm going to keep talking.
Me: "I mean, I don't like to drink it or be peed on necessarily, but ... it really turns me on when I kind of wet myself and sometimes I do it on purpose when I'm masturbating. Like, I don't have any interest in it being anywhere near my face, but sometimes I think about you wetting yourself and it's really hot and--"
Freddie: "Babe. Hey, calm down. I'm processing this. I can't believe you haven't told me before."
Me: "I was scared. I'm not asking you to do anything, I just didn't want to hide it from you and--"
Freddie: "I want to try it."
Me: "What?"
Freddie: "I said ... I want to try it. If it turns you on, it turns me on."
Oh my god. Did my lovely reader hear what he just said? He wants to indulge me. Oh my lanta, this is an actual dream come true. I mean, seriously, I've dreamt about this happening.
We're kissing now. I love his mouth on mine. I roll over so I'm straddling his hips and I realize how hard he is. I groan softly and grind against him, my hands on either side of his head to support my body.
Freddie: "Do you want to try it now? I don't want to ruin your car ..."
I take another deep breath and lean back to study him. He looks so genuine. So ... turned on. I nod cautiously and we're kissing again. I've never been one to have a shy bladder, but I'm thinking too much and my body refuses to accept that I'm supposed to let go while I'm on top of my boyfriend. My lips are starting to feel raw and I think it's in this momentary distraction that I feel it -- a spurt. I gasp and it's followed by a second, then a third, before I instinctively freeze and squeeze my pelvic floor musculature. I realize my head is against his chest and I can feel his heart beating and then he moans softly and I can feel him flex his bulge against me. Oh my god. My panties are wet (soaked, actually, and not just from pee) and my inner thighs feel moist and warm. I'm blushing hard, but unable to prevent myself from rubbing against his damp sweatpants. His moan is all the encouragement I need. I'm relaxed now and I'm kissing and sucking on his neck as a steady trickle soaks through my leggings, tickling my inner thighs and pooling where our hips meet before it overflows and saturates the blankets around my knees and his bum. He's squirming beneath me, his hands firmly grasping my hips to keep me connected to him. I have never been this turned on.
My bladder empties all too soon and my flow stops. We're both breathing hard, rubbing against each other, our wet clothes sticking to our skin. I feel Freddie shift beneath me and then I'm on my back. I'll have to ask him later how he did that in such a cramped space. The saturated blankets quickly soak the seat of my pants and my shirt across my low back. I hear myself whimper and I place a hand between my legs to rub myself. I watch him as he looks around to ensure our privacy has been maintained, then he closes the rear gate of the car and looks down at me with lust in his eyes. As he kneels between my bent knees, I notice that his light gray sweatpants are dark across the waistband and halfway down his thighs, then my eyes focus on where his head is straining against the fabric. He grunts with slight effort and ... an unexpected orgasm rips through my body, causing my toes to curl and my back to arch off the blanket. "Fucking hell," I cry out, unable to look away as piss cascades through his sweatpants in a quick succession of spurts, pitter-pattering on the blankets between my legs. I lift myself up, place my hands on his bum, and pull him on top of me. He continues wetting and I'm rubbing him, bucking my hips in pure desperation, my legs trembling. His stream stops, but my hand doesn't, and he moans something along the lines of 'oh, god' as we both orgasm into our wet pants.
FINISH
Thank you for reading 🙂 feedback is appreciated. I think I bounced between tenses quite a bit, I always struggle with that.
I also didn't edit the last two paragraphs because ... well, I was a little distracted. |
Before starting with the story I wanted to say some quick words. This is my first time ever writing a fanfiction, let alone an omorashi fanfiction. I have no idea at all how to write one and I have no idea if anyone will actually like this, but I tried my best and I think it turned out pretty well. Since english is not my native language, there might be some grammatical errors or some sentences that might sound weird, so please understand.
Let me know how you liked this one and if you want some more storys of Jade and Tori. I would definitelly be open to write some more storys. Suggestions or wishes would be awesome, although I still have some ideas in my mind. Further background information to read this story are not really required, but it would still be a good idea to have a basic knowledge about the show. Thanks for reading, and now enjoy 🙂
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It was a wonderful day of July in LA. The weather was perfect. It wasn't too hot to have the students at Hollywood Arts dying and drowning in their own sweat, but it was hot enough to have a nice day at the beach with friends once Sikowitz would finally release all of them into the weekend. But Tori and Jade had other plans. They would spend a very nice day on their own.
Tori smirked at the though and glanced over to where Jade was seated. Her incredibly hot, smart, scary and also secret goth girlfriend was slightly jiggeling her legs, her hands laying on her crotch while she was watching the seconds on the clock tick by. Tori had to surpress a moan at that sight. Watching her girlfriend in only her tight hot pants and short crob-top, which was showing a generous amount of cleavage, being absolutely desperate to pee but not being able to openly hold made her wet on the spot. It was only ten minutes to go until it was the end of the day and Tori was almost disappointed that she couldnt enjoy Jade struggeling any longer.
They havn't been in a relationship for a long time. Tori waited almost 8 months after Jade and Beck broke up to ask her secred Crush for years out. Jade was surprised, but to Toris disbelive she actually agreed and just a few days later, Tori asked Jade to be her Girlfriend. This happend 3 months ago and they were still keeping it a secred, both enjoying the rush of adrenaline all the secret make-out sessions were giving them.
They discovered their shared fetish two months into their relationship on a date night at the movies. Jade didnt go to the toilet before the movie started, which, after drinking 1 liter of soda and watching a 3 hour long movie, turned out to be a huge mistake. By the end of the movie, Jade was absolutely bursting and at her limit but she enjoyed it too much, she almost wanted to hold it until Tori brought her home.
Tori, observent as she was, knew her Girlfriend had to pee long before the movie ended. When Jade told her she would need to go before they drove back, Tori build up all the courage she had in her and asked Jade to hold it. Jade was so shocked she let out a small spurt into her panties, not enough to be noticed though. She was so excited and shook her head yes, so they both went to the car, although it took longer than normal, due to Jades small steps. Toris excitement was on a whole new level, so high, she even forgot her own pressing need.
On the 20 minute drive home they talked about how they got into pee holding and how excited they both were, that they didnt have to hide it anymore. Jade made Tory horny by telling her how much she had to piss and that she would burst any second. Of course like a good girl, she didnt. She held it all the way back to Toris house and lucky as they were, neither Trina nor Toris parents were home. Jades steps kept getting smaller and smaller until they were at the doorstep. By this point, Jade was beging Tori to open the door and let her go, but Tori teased her and dropped the key multiple times. When she bend over to pick up the key she finally noticed her own desperate need but she was so overcome by Jades incredible bladder bulge and frantic pee dancing, that she just continued to drop it and not open the door.
After five minutes of continued key-dropping, it was too much for Jades bladder and the whole river she has been holding totally flood her pants and rushed onto the dorstep. Watching Jade absolutely piss herself in combination with her girlfriends moans was too much for Toris bladder and she pissed herself right next to Jade. After multiple minutes of peeing they looked at each other fondly. That was when their first 'I love you's' fell. That was when they first had sex together. Truly an amazing night.
Tori had to surpress another moan as she though about this day once again. Glancing back to the clock she saw that it was almost time to go and as if on clue, Sikowitz wished them all a great weekend. All of Toris friend were the first out of the room, while Jade and Tori hung back.
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm not sure if I can stand up without causing noticable damage", Jade mumbled under her breath. Tori smirked. "Welp, no point in waiting to find out", she said, while she abruptly yanked Jade to her feet. A loud hissing noice immediately filled the air and Jade shot her hands to her crotch and frantically pressed them down on her pelvis to stop the flow. A wet spot the size of a tennis ball appeared on her shorts, but Jade just managed to stop the flow.
"Are you crazy?", Jade whisper-sreamed while Tori just grinned innocently. "What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean! Now I have to cover it up with something and I don't have a jacket!" Tori sighed. "Here, take my cardigan." Tori reached for the piece of clothing on the chair next to her and gave it to Jade, who looked relived and quickly covered her crotch. "Why the hell do you have a cardigan with you in July?"
"I don't know. Just be happy I had it or you would have been embarressed. Now do you wanna get home or continue interviewing me? Your parents still on this buisness trip?", Tori asked as she made her way towards the door. "Yeah, we can go to my house, they will be gone for another 2 weeks at least. Now let's go, I don't wanna piss in your car and I am not sure if I can last the 20 minute drive", Jade gasped as she started pee dancing on the sport. As jade looked in Toris eyes she saw just how much her girlfriend was enjoying to see her at her limit once again. And Jade was enjoying it too, but she was seriously starting to worry if she could make it home as they made their way through the parking lot towards Toris car.
Jade's eyes widened in shock once Toris car came into sight. All of their friends were gathered in front of Toris car, having a heated discussion. Probably about what they were gonna do over the course of the weekend. But right now, Jade wanted nothing more than to just relive herself. Tori saw the uncertainty in her girlfriends eyes and knew, she had to get rid of their friends quickly or Jade would have a huge problem.
"There you finally are! What were you doing so long in there? Anyways, what do you think we should do today? Go to the beach, what Cat and I want to do, or go to the beach tomorrow and relax today, which obviously is a stupid idea", Robbie immediately ranted as Jade and Tori reched the car.
"I don't wanna do anything with you morons", jade grumbled, trying to cover up her pressing need by being her usual grumpy self. Torii agreed. "I think we should wait for tomorrow, I just wanna go home and sleep to be honest", she lied. "But I wanna have ice cream and get wet on the beach with you guys", Cat said pouting.
"Look Cat, we can go tomorrow, I promise! I just really wanna go home!" Tori tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible, because she noticed how Jades legs slowly began to shake next to her. Fortunately, beck jumped to both her and Jades rescue. "Cat, I will take you to Freezy Queen and get you Ice-Cream but only if you agree that we gan go tomorrow", Beck smiled.
"YAY", Cat yelled, as she quickly hugged Beck and ran towards his car. Beck laughed slightly. "See you guys." They all quickly bid their goodbyes and Tori and Jade jumped into Toris car. Jade sighed relived. She was surprised that nobody asked her about her weird movements. She really tried to keep it together but if she would have stood still for one more second she would have peed.
Once they were seated, Jade instantly crossed her legs and pressed her hand against her croth. "Babe I'm telling you you better drive fast I'm at the brim of wetting myself", Jade panted. And it was true. She felt all of that piss sloshing around inside of her bladder, pressing against her peehole, begging her to release her muscles and let out the ocean inside of her. The last time she went to the toilet was before she once again watched the scissoring, her favourite Horror movie of all time. That was at 8pm yesterday, and since it was 3pm now, it has been almost 19 hours since she last emptied her baldder. Since then she had drunken a lot of soda during the movie, a bottle of water before bed, three whole coffees in the morning and a little water at school. Normally she would have emptied her baldder before school, but Tori texted her in the morining, asking her if she needed to go, so she willingly held it for her girlfriend.
"You are so hot when you are desperate", Tori moand, as she felt the wetness Jade was cauing ruin her panties. She was really tempted to let her fingers slide into her panties while driving and do something about it, but first of all, she was a responsible driver, and second of all, she would rather have Jade finish her off. "Yeah I know, now fucking drive!", she moaned, as she bend over in her seat.
"Only if you put your seatbelt on, babe. We don't want you to die in an accident! And do it tight too", Tori winked at her. Jade was too tired to argue. She put it on and instantly felt the fabric roughly push into her bladder. She crossed her legs even tighter, as another spurt escaped her urethra.
10 minutes into the drive, Jades bladder suddenly contracted. She yelpt loudly and instantly set up tighter in her seat as a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking her butt.
"Tori, Tori, please, I'm telling you I can't hold it! I thought i could, but I can't, please do something, stop anywhere RIGHT. NOW!", jade screamed, as she lifted her dripping butt from the seat, while spurted again. "Jade, you are a good girl, I think-", Tori began to shut her girlfriends wishes down as she stopped at a red light, but Jade was quick to speak.
"If you don't stop anywhere right now I'm pissing all over your car, I'm not joking Tori, look at me!", jade screamed desperately. Her pants were unbuttoned by now, the seatbelt was long gone and both of her hands her clamping her urethra shut, trying everything to keep the spurts from coming, but her whole shorts were dark blue by now, pee dripping onto the seat while pee escaped trough Jade's hands almost every second by now.
Toris eyes widened and she quickly reacher for her bag in the backseat to get her empty waterbottle out and handed it to Jade. Jade wanted to tell Tori to keep going until she found an empty parking lot, but her constant spurts and contracting bladder kept her moth shut and she quickly put one leg up against the dashboeard, janked her pants and panties down, exposing her dripping wet crotch. She pressed the bottle against her vagina and instantly let out a huge gush of pee, almost too big for the hole of the waterbottle. She moaned loudly as all of the liquid she has been keeping inside of her for almost a whoe day escaped and gushed into the bottle.
A few spurts didn't make it into the bottle and dripped onto parts of the car, but Tori didn't mind. The traffic light was still red, so Tori got to savor the sight of her exhausted girlfriend. Her eyes were glued to her crotch as she watch Jades huge tank empty into the bottle, which was filling up rather quickly. Tori loudly moand as she subconsciously let her hand travel into her own pants.
Jades stream was at no way starting to get less, as Tori reached for her second empty bottle and silently handed it to Jade as she took the first full 1 litre bottle from her. The traffic lights turned green and Tori reluctantly drew her eyes back on the road. She started the rest of the drive back to Jades place with the sound of Jade's dying stream playing like music in her ears... |
Queen Hasnat heard Lord Patrick calling to her merrily from the top of the serpentine steps. Pretending not to notice him, she waddled a bit faster. “See that no one disturbs me, I’ll be having my supper with Sir John tonight.” Sir John was her husband’s guest at the capital but this supper was just a practice of courtesy and nothing more.
Two knights had the door guard. Hasnat greeted them pleasantly, and grimaced before starting up the stairs. Though she was still young the climb to her bedchamber made her legs ache. Within she found a girl of twelve laying out clothing on the bed. “Your dress, my Queen,” the girl mumbled when Hasnat entered, staring down at her feet. Even when she worked up the courage to speak, the girl could never quite manage to look at Her Majesty’s face.
“Very good. Help me dress.” The dress was black velvet covered with golden patterns in the shape of lions’ heads. The Queen’s private audience chamber was not so large as the king’s, nor a patch on the vastness of the throne room, but Queen Hasnat liked its Persian rugs, wall hangings, and sense of intimacy. Being a Queen wasn’t easy, her day was hectic and she met so many people. Of course she couldn’t remember their names, she had always been bad with names, but what she definitely never forgot were the Bible verses she had memorized. Her ability to recall Bible verses was astounding. She had all of the New Testament and large sections of the Old Testament committed to memory. All the people of the court were profoundly impacted by her immersion in the Scriptures.
“How did you come to memorize so much of the Bible?” was the question Her Majesty was asked the most. And she always answered with the same words, “Well, I never really tried to memorize but before I prepare to preach a series of sermons to the ladies of the court on a book of the Bible, I first read it out loud fifty times before preaching it. Since I prayed a lot in my younger years, I had lots of opportunities to read passages over and over again.”
“My mother’s dedication with prayer was a helpful turning point for me in my own commitment to memorize the Scriptures. I had already tackled some large portions of the Bible and committed them to memory, but the process of getting there had been rather painful. I looked at the verse, covered it with my hand, looked into the air and tried to quote it by memory, uncover the verse with my hand to see what I missed, correct whatever mistakes I made, tried again. It was hard work, and the results were not always satisfying.”
Bible reading wasn’t the only thing that kept Her Majesty’s interest. She liked singing hymns and braiding her girls’ hair. She was a woman of utmost elegance and discipline. The Queen’s chambers were decorated with tapestries and paintings of the most fabled painters. The food was well prepared, with large roasted goose, sweet potato pie, boiled ham, and some desserts that awaited on the table.
“Well, you know, what happen was like this. I took out my sword and charged towards this big man ….,” John looked serious, “Oh no, my Queen, are you scared?”
“Oh, please go on, Sir John,” Queen Hasnat said, “I just find these war stories…. a bit unsettling that is all.” Her Majesty forced a smile.
“I apologize for that, Your Majesty” John said, “I just don’t have other stories.”
“It’s all right. It’s fine,” the Queen smiled, looking at Sir John bring the cup of wine to his mouth. “I just have lived those memories the most to tell about them precisely. I’m sorry for that. I thought I was so filled to the brim with stories, just like those story tellers from the streets, filled up to almost bursting,” John smiled, “Shall I go on?”
“Yes, you may,” Her Majesty said, “But to be honest I am quite averse to these tales of wars that are on the lips of every other man that I see through my day, I want to listen to a ghost story.”
“I have so many things to tell, but I’m very bad at ghost stories,” John looked worried, drinking once more. Her Majesty could see John squirm. She was curious if Sir John had to use the toilet.
“It’s all right. Just tell the story,” she told John. “All right. It begins with my grandpa and his friends Judas travelling to a very small village to visit Judas’ uncle, where they were told that a werewolf was hunting travelers at night.”
“Aha,” the Queen listened attentively. She could see him grabbing his crotch.
“So my Grandpa and his friend Judas went there, asked for permission to stay with his uncle, but the folks who lived there were scared of the stories about the werewolf they had heard of and so my grandfather decided to kill the werewolf and free the villagers of the fear. His friend, Judas but felt the urge to piss when they started walking into the dark forest.”
Queen Hasnat tried to suppress her laughter. “I’m sorry, Sir John,” she quickly apologized.
“Ahem,” John resumed with the story, “so my grandpa told Judas to just pee in the forest but Judas said that although he really needed to pee he couldn’t do it out of fear.”
Her Majesty again saw John grabbing his crotch. “Judas wanted to piss but he was scared that if he did the werewolf would catch him so he held his bladder and went back to the village after a while. In the morning the next day, my grandfather wondered why his friend hadn’t come up for breakfast, so he visited Judas’ cottage. Well, what he found was just a wet floor and a soaked bed.”
John drank the last sip of his drink, “God, I need to pee!”
“Can you hold on a little bit longer, Sir John!” Hasnat urged. “I am listening!”
“OK,” John squirmed. “Well,” John smiled, “my grandfather couldn’t find Judas, so he went to the back of the cottage, and found Judas wearing his clothes, and spreading his soaked undergarments on the rope. Judas told him later that he dreamt of being attacked by the werewolf, just to wake up wetting himself. So he quickly got out of bed, but he just couldn’t hold it anymore. That’s it. That’s the end of the werewolf story.”
“It wasn’t a ghost story, but it was good,” Queen Hasnat laughed. The laughter seemed contagious, and soon Sir John was laughing as well.
“I think you need some dessert. I have had the cooks prepare my favorite pudding and mince pies!” Her Majesty said, “But you need to tell more scary stories in return for them,” she smiled.
She got up to go to the door so she could ask the maids to bring in the desert and no sooner she saw John heading in the same direction, but rushing to the toilet just a few steps away. Queen Hasnat could hear very well the thick stream of urine as it gushed into the stony privy hole of the toilet she had recently rearranged the interiors of. The thought that he was so desperate that he could not even wait to seek her permission before using her toilet was making her horny.
Listening to his piss had got her so excited and the thoughts racing through her head were making her go crazy.
“I have never held my pee this long and this much.” Sir John said the first thing as he joined the Queen back on the dinner table. Though Hasnat had never met John before, she found him friendly, charming, talkative, and well-built, plus he was handsome, and had a really big bladder. At one point she almost told him that she loved writing in her secret memoir stories about men dying to urinate. She had been very busy these days. She thought that maybe she should tell him that she had been trying to write a story, but hadn't got any clear ideas, except of a man pissing very hard at night under the tree, or at the side of the street. She wanted to share those fantasies with him. She wanted to admit it to him that she was turned on by his rush to the toilet and long loud urination but decided not to. It was very unbecoming of a woman and she was the Queen, she was not supposed to have such vile thoughts. She was supposed to be classy and sophisticated and that she was going to be.
John, who had so much to drink throughout the evening, again was feeling the need to hold his urine which was entering his bladder. He felt a slight need before he started with the second ghost story, and his situation was worsened by the Queen’s deliberate story of “The Mermaid in the River,” a short story she had read very recently. Then, to go even further, she began the tale of the haunted public pissynholes. Both stories made him wince, and made Sir John rush to the toilet once after the second story ended. He was almost on the verge of leaking. The Queen went wild when she heard John’s loud piss. She’d never noticed that the handsome John peed a lot and quite frequently. After he left, Queen Hasnat could not fall asleep for a long time that night. |
Queen Hasnat loved how Sir Jude opened doors and pulled chairs for her where ever she went. He was a true chivalrous knight like the stories her old grandmother told her, but what she really loved about the man was his massive bulging crotch. She had found herself fantasizing many a times about his cock, but then decided she needed to put more time into her study of the Bible. Such sinful thoughts were only going to lead her to her doom, she knew, but she couldn’t just stop thinking about his body.
She had an evil fascination for handsome men like Sir Jude dying to urinate, although she’d accepted that she enjoyed the thought of desperation more if it was a man with a big cock. She loved the manhood. All through the day she was the regal and pious Queen Majesty of the Twelve Kingdoms who was pure and without sin, but at night when she was alone in her chambers and her husband was busy with his drunken feasts and hollering, Queen Hasnat would let her thoughts go wild. She had even contemplated burying her face into Sir Jude’s crotch when they would be alone and then beg for his forgiveness later for the immense and unforgiveable sin that she had committed, but then she erased the thought from her mind upon imagining the kind of upheaval it would create if the word of her act got out. Her husband would have her burned at the stakes on the charges of fornication and infidelity.
However she was not entirely out of luck when it came to Sir Jude.
Queen Hasnat was aware that Sir Jude had this habit of forgetting to wanting to use the toilet privy, or simply not noticing he had to go until it was critical. He'd just try to pay no heed to it, saying nothing, because he was with her, or suppress his need and try and alleviate the pain until he could take it no longer, and suddenly dash off to the toilet. Queen Hasnat had two of instances of him suddenly realizing he really had to take a massive piss and rushing off logged away in her mind for whenever she felt horny. What she regretted the most was that somehow Sir Jude always managed to make it out dry (at least to her knowledge), but it was really the desperation that got her excited each time.
The Queen would sometimes visit Sir Jude in his chambers after supper for some small talk and wine and it was during one of those visits that Queen Hasnat knocked his door, “May I come in, Sir Jude?” she bit her lower lip, “I hope you aren’t asleep.”
He opened the door and Her Majesty found this to be a perfect opportunity to ask him for a walk in the royal gardens. She loved walking at nights and he said "Sure."
But when they reached down to the gardens... "I am so dumb..." was the first thing he said when they started their walk.
"What...? Why...?" Queen Hasnat asked in a confused tone while she waited for him to enlighten her. After beating around the bush for a minute, he finally confessed. "I really need to use the toilet, I was about to use it when you knocked on my door and I should have gone before we came here but I didn’t..."
"Oh! I'm sorry!"
"No, it's okay, my Queen, I didn't say anything..."
"You can go now, I'll wait for you here..."
"No, because that would be too rude to leave a lady waiting like that."
Aww. Queen Hasnat wished he did not see her grinning on her face. She was so happy.
Every few minutes or so he would say something like, "Gah, I am bursting for a piss," as they continued to walk.
Finally, he said, "If I rush I might make in time to the toilet...I will piss like a horse when I get there" Queen Hasnat was speechless and unsure how to answer that. All she could muster was, "...It's okay you must hurry..." She never was brave enough to tell him about her fixation. Finally, she let him go to use the toilet, because it was getting harder and harder to keep her excitement under control for her. She got so horny that she almost masturbated that night but she did not because it was vile and sinful deed in the eyes of the God and she would never commit such a sin.
The sight of Sir Jude holding himself and the imagination of a wet spot emerging on his pants as he rushed to his room made her wild with arousal but she controlled herself. Ah, good times.
Another incident happened when they after several months decided to go the forests nearby for a ride. Queen Hasnat knew it was going to be a long ride for them without any relief and she was half prepared to see Sir Jude squirming on his horse.
Half day past, Queen Hasnat noticed Sir Jude pressing his legs on either side of the animal, maybe he wanted to get back to the castle as soon as possible.
Then as the dusk crawled upon the sky, out of nowhere, Sir Jude said the words Her Majesty had wanted to hear for so long, “I need to wee so badly.”
“What is the matter with you, saying that in front of Royalty?” Queen Hasnat laughed. Had anyone else dared to utter those words the Queen would have reprimanded them but here it was Sir Jude with the big cock.
She imagined Sir Jude reaching really desperate to his chambers only find his toilet locked and key lost. Then she would be there to save him. Maybe he would piss into the jug she would hold for him or even better maybe she would let him piss into her mouth just to save his dignity and keep him from embarrassing himself. She would suck his tired cock all night after that desperation, just as a thank you for letting her do all the things that she had always wanted to do.
The thoughts were making her wet and fanatical like an animal.
He was now riding with one hand on his belly, which looked swollen to Her Majesty, “Are you in a hurry? It looks like you really need to go. You can go in the woods if you need, I promise I will never tell that to anyone.”
“That is very kind of you, Your Majesty” he answered, “..but a man must know how to wait till it’s appropriate. A proper man cannot just do that out in the trees. We have to hold ourselves to a higher standard.”
“You drank too many of those beers” Queen Hasnat said. He had been drinking water continuously as well during their ride since morning and she was sure it was stretching his bladder to the point of bursting now.
“Aye, I did,” Jude said, “I thought I would be alright but I...” He stopped suddenly, wincing in agony as squeezed his crotch.
“You can tell me,” Hasnat said softly as she rode abreast to him. “I promise you will not be judged for anything you say here.” She watched as Sir Jude bent forward a little. Hasnat feigned interest in comforting the man, but in reality she was finding it amusing to watch him get more and more desperate as he talked.
He did not speak on their entire way back to the city and when they finally made it to the castle, Sir Jude made a mad dash to his chambers much to Queen Hasnat’s disappointment because she never came to know if he made it or not.
She couldn't follow him because that would have been awkward and too suggestive of her interest in his toilet incidents, unfortunately, if he made it or not she honestly didn't get know. The story had many different endings her mind as she imagined what may have happened on his run to the toilet in his room, because she had never seen him need to pee worse than on that evening. Ah, well, sadly for her he left for Hiverhall shortly after that, but Queen Hasnat could probably never let go of sweet memories like this. |
Another commission by daveshuyi! This one stars Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima. The premise is that Rias and Sona's teams have set up what is essentially an escape-room gauntlet, and Rias and Akeno have to compete against Sona and Tsubaki in a race. Naturally, the two wind up quite desperate, with no access to a bathroom during the competition!
“Akeno, are you ready?”
“Of course, President.”
Akeno and Rias stood in the center of their club’s room, and the familiar red circle appeared beneath their feet. They transported away and appeared before what appeared to be an old, abandoned warehouse, where members of both the student council and the occult club were waiting for them
Not a few seconds later, Sona and Tsubaki also appeared, dressed in their typical attire and looking calm and relaxed.
“Now, I’ll restate the terms of our competition,” Sona began, “This warehouse has been modified to contain two five-room paths. Each of the five rooms is locked, and each team will need to solve the puzzles in the room to find the key to the next room. Both teams will be monitored by both sides to prevent cheating. Whichever team manages to clear all five puzzle rooms first will be declared the winner,” Sona concluded, then looked over at Rias expectantly.
“I accept these terms,” Rias nodded.
“Very well. Let’s proceed to the starting line.”
Rias and Akeno stepped into the warehouse, followed by Sona and Tsubaki. The inside had been heavily modified, with a small entranceway leading to two doors on either side. Presumably, these doors lead to the starting room for each path. Yuuto and Tomoe entered behind them as well, and Yuuto held up his hand like a referee.
“On three, both teams may enter their respective doors,” Yuuto announced.
Rias and Akeno took their place in front of the right door, though which one they picked really didn’t matter, as the paths were identical. Sona and Tsubaki picked the left, and Yuuto began counting down.
“Good luck,” Sona smiled at Rias.
“Same to you,” Rias grinned back.
“Three… two… one!”
Both teams entered their doors and Rias and Akeno took in the first room. It looked like the foyer to a grand mansion, with white walls, red carpet, and oldschool decorum, such as a map and a painting with thick, gilded frames. A globe and a small bookshelf sat in the corner, and a door sat on the other side of the room. In the center of the room was a white basin of crystal-clear water.
“Oh my, they certainly went all-out, didn’t they?” Akeno smiled.
“Let’s not get distracted, here,” Rias crossed her arms, looking around the room, “Let’s see, the logical first step is to check the map, since it might relate to the globe in the corner. You check the globe and tell me if you see anything.”
The two got to work unraveling the puzzles in the first room. It was a simple puzzle. The map was marked with numbered circles, and they had to rotate the globe in order. Once they did, a book from the bookshelf was pushed outwards, and in it was a combination. Some cursory searching later, and they found a small safe behind the other painting. They put the code into the safe, and it opened. Inside were two small wine glasses and a note.
Akeno pulled the note out and began reading.
“Although I am clear as crystal, I conceal what you seek. Partake of me, and enlightenment will show you the way,” Akeno read aloud, “My, my, whatever could that mean?”
Rias’s eyes immediately darted to the center of the room and the basin of water there. She first ran her hands along the bottom, but rather than a key, she felt a faint hint of magic.
“I think the key’s sealed in here. It seems like we’re supposed to drink the water.”
“Are you sure, President? That is quite a lot of water,” Akeno hesitated, “Then again, the riddle does say partake, and there were these glasses in the safe.”
“It might look like a lot, but it should be fine with the both of us,” Rias pointed out, “Let’s hurry.”
Sure enough, the second they finished, a magic circle appeared at the bottom of the basin, and the key was revealed. Rias grabbed the key and unlocked the first door, glaring back at the basin like it was her enemy.
“My, that was unpleasant,” Akeno noted, placing a hand on her stomach, “Are you doing alright, President?”
“Yes, let’s just keep moving,” Rias replied, a little more sharply than she had intended.
In truth, she was feeling quite a bit of discomfort. Her full stomach was one thing, but her larger concern was lower down. Her bladder was starting to send signals of its fullness, and she just realized it had been a while since she went to the bathroom. That, in addition to all the water she just drank, would certainly catch up to her soon.
Rias and Akeno stepped into the second room and took it in. It was decorated like a traditional Japanese-style room, complete with a kotatsu and tatami mats on the floor. Akeno made a beeline for the far wall to check a large scroll hung there, and Rias bent down to check under the kotatsu. As she crouched down on the ground, she felt her bladder signal in protest, and she placed a hand on her abdomen.
My bladder’s filling up faster than I thought. That water must be getting to me.
“Prez? Are you okay?” Akeno looked down at Rias, a look of concern on her face.
“Y-yes, I’m fine!” Rias replied. Realizing she had frozen up, she moved to check under the kotatsu, ignoring her bladder’s protests.
Rias pulled out a small box that had been hidden under the kotatsu and stood up, grateful that she was no longer in a crouched position.This room’s puzzle was a bit more involved than the first room, and they kept finding things out of order. Not to mention Rias kept getting distracted by her filling bladder.
Once it seemed like they had found all the clues, they got to work trying to solve the room. They were stumped for a little bit, but eventually they figured out how to solve the puzzle, and found the key to the next room.
Rias and Akeno stepped into the third room, and the first thing Rias noticed was that it was significantly colder. It was almost like some kind of walk-in freezer, with metal walls and various supplies. The cold did nothing to help her full bladder, and while Akeno wasn’t looking, she jammed a hand between her legs and shuffled around.
Both girls split off to search the room as quickly as possible. Rias rubbed her thighs together in place as she rummaged through a metal cabinet on the side of the wall. Almost immediately, Rias found a small, green key. She glanced towards the lock on the door, and noticed it was also colored green. Without thinking, Rias made a beeline for the door.
“Prez, wait, if you find any keys, don’t-”
Instantly, two magic circles appeared underneath Rias’s legs, and ice formed around them, freezing her feet to the ground. The cold sent chills up her spine, and with her legs stuck apart, Rias let a leak out into her panties.
This is really bad! My bladder’s really full, and the cold’s making it so much worse!
“My my,” Akeno shook her head, “Sorry, I was just about to warn you. I found this note and a blue key. The riddle mentions there are three keys in this room, each one representing an element. It’s likely that we need to use the element key that counters the element color on the lock to proceed.”
“S-sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Rias sighed, running her hand through her red hair in frustration.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Pres?” Akeno asked again, “You’ve seemed restless and uncomfortable since the first room.”
“I’m fine, I was just rushing,” Rias stated, “Just, come over here and help me out of this trap.”
As Akeno moved over to Rias, she clenched herself and shuffled in place, trying to press her thighs together in vain. She was pretty desperate at this point, but as Akeno was drawing closer, she was forced to let go of her crotch.
Suddenly, a strong spasm shot through Rias, and she doubled over in place. She quickly jammed both hands between her spread legs. Despite her efforts, a few small drops leaked out into her panties. Still, she had managed to avoid a bigger leak. She held herself until the wave passed, and let out a slight sigh of relief.
“Oh my, prez,” Akeno smiled, placing her cheek on her hand, “What was with that outburst just now? Could it be that you’ve been holding it in, Riasu-chan?” Akeno asked, her tone making it clear she knew the answer.
Rias let out a sigh, and nodded, “I was preparing for the challenge and I got distracted, and didn’t go before the game. Plus all that water we drank is getting to me.”
“My my, isn’t that cute~ Our diligent president, working so hard she forgets her own bodily needs,” Akeno smiled, hugging Rias from behind, and making sure to run a hand across Rias’s abdomen, “But you really should take better care of yourself~”
“Just hurry and get me out of this trap,” Rias demanded, crossing her arms.
Akeno giggled and with a snap of her fingers, the magic trap faded and the ice shattered. With that done, they were able to breeze through the elemental locks and find the key that opened the door. The problem was, the key was in a small plastic ball at the bottom of a narrow tube, and neither Akeno nor Rias could fit their hands down in it.
“I bet they want us to use some kind of liquid to make the ball float so we can retrieve the key,” Rias deduced.
“Hmm, there’s probably a container of water we have yet to find,” Akeno pointed out, “But we do have some liquid we can use, and you can relieve yourself at the same time.”
Rias blushed bright red, “W-what? Absolutely not! Did you forget everyone’s watching us! It’s not just you and me in here. Besides, that would probably constitute cheating.”
“Suit yourself, Prez,” Akeno shrugged, “I’ll go find the container. Try to hold on, okay?”
Akeno found the container surprisingly quickly, and she began pouring the liquid into the tube. She turned to watch Rias as she tipped the bottle slowly, pouring the liquid out so it splashed audibly as it hit the bottom of the tube. Rias’s bladder screamed in protest at the sound, and Rias shot Akeno a glare as she danced desperately in place. However, she noticed Akeno shuffling as well. She was pressing her thighs together, as though the sound was also getting to her, and Rias wondered if Akeno had to pee.
She did drink from that large basin of water too, after all. And come to think of it, she’d been with me the whole time I was studying in the clubroom.
This next room appeared to be a study, with a desk and two large bookshelves along both walls. Rias steeled herself and gave her crotch a brief squeeze before stepping into the room fully and starting to search.
Things were getting much harder at this point, though. Not only was each room getting more difficult, but Rias was having a hard time focusing clearly on anything but her mounting desperation. She could feel her swollen bladder shifting uncomfortably whenever she had to make any sudden movements. It was starting to bulge out, something she could feel whenever she placed a hand on her abdomen.
She glanced over at Akeno every once in a while, and it was clear that her queen was also suffering from a full bladder. Her breathing was heavy and she was avoiding bending down and spreading her legs as much as possible. Also, when she thought Rias wasn’t looking, she would briefly hold herself, or dance in place. It would be clear to the people watching them that they both needed to pee.
As they made slow progress on the puzzle, Akeno smiled over at Rias, who had stopped to jam her hands between her legs, “Are you regretting not using the tube to relieve yourself, Prez?”
“No, I’m fine, I can hold it,” Rias shot back, though she wasn’t entirely confident of that statement herself, “Moreover, you keep teasing me, but you have to pee too, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“My my, is it that obvious?” Akeno placed a hand on her cheek, blushing, “Y-yes, my bladder is also getting quite full. Though you’re clearly in much worse of a shape than I am.”
“L-let’s just focus on getting through this puzzle before we both wet ourselves,” Rias frowned, crossing her arms.
The puzzle involved many of the books, which made it hard to get through quickly. Eventually, however, they managed to reveal a hidden arrow that pointed down to something behind the desk.
“It seems like there’s something hidden behind there,” Akeno pointed out, “The only problem is, one of us will have to bend down to get it. I’m sure that will be quite taxing on our bladders.”
“You mean your bladder,” Rias pointed out, crossing her arms, “You’re going to retrieve it.”
“B-but, Prez, shouldn’t we at least-”
“You teased me a lot in that last room, but you forget that I am your master,” Rias stated firmly, “You are my loyal slave, and you will retrieve it.”
Akeno didn’t seem the least bit bothered or upset, merely nodding, “Yes, President.”
Rias watched Akeno bend over and reach down behind the desk. As she watched, she stood there and danced in place, shuffling her weight from leg to leg as she rubbed her abdomen. In her current position, Akeno’s skirt had ridden up, putting her panties on full display. It was hard to see on the frilly black material, but there was definitely a small wet patch where Akeno had leaked.
“A-ah!”
Akeno let out a cry, and Rias saw her snake her arm underneath her body and jam her fingers into her crotch from behind. A few small drops streamed out and dribbled onto the floor. After a bit more struggling, Akeno finally straightened herself, holding up a key. Her face was bright red, and she took a brief moment to shuffle in place desperately.
“G-got it!”
“V-very good, let’s hurry up.”
The two made their way into the final room, and immediately Rias’s heart sunk. The room was decorated like a fancy bathroom, complete with a large bathtub, a gilded mirror, and much to both of their dismay, a fountain running in the corner. Immediately both girls jammed their hands between their legs, squirming around at the sound.
“T-this is really bad,” Rias noted, “Let’s focus and work on this quickly!”
“R-right!” Akeno agreed.
The two danced and squirmed, trying their best to ignore the tortuous splashing noise the fountain produced as they fumbled through the final puzzle.The fact that nearly the whole room was filled with the sounds of running water was torture, and Rias bit her lip as she danced in place, waiting for it to be over.
Suddenly, her bladder spasmed again, and Rias dropped to the floor. She jammed her heel into her crotch and wriggled around desperately as the mounting pressure nearly made her lose control. A few hot spurts of pee escaped, trickling through her damp panties and onto the heel of her foot. She looked up at Akeno, who wasn’t faring much better. The girl had both hands clamped desperately down on her crotch, and she was scissoring her legs back and forth.
Finally, they solved one of the puzzles, and a small click was heard near the fountain. Both girls begrudgingly moved to investigate, only to find that four switches, two on either side of the fountain, appeared.
Akeno tried to press each switch, but it appeared that all that did was light them up for a brief second. As she wriggled in desperation, she turned back to Rias and frowned.
“I think they have to all be pressed at the same time, and the fountain’s big enough that I can’t reach them all alone,” Akeno pointed out.
Rias shuffled in place, pressing her thighs together, “Alright, quickly, on three!”
Both girls were forced to use both hands to press all four switches down at once. The switches all lit up and the fountain finally stopped running, a key appearing at the top.Immediately, Rias pulled her hands from the water and jammed them between her legs. Akeno danced in place before grabbing the key, and both girls hurried out towards the exit.
They unlocked the final door and hobbled out, only to find that Sona and Tsubaki had emerged before them. They had lost, but Rias didn’t care about that right now, all she wanted was to make it to the toilets before she wet herself. The two approached Sona, and realized that Sona and Tsubaki also looked to be desperate, both dancing in place as they spotted Rias and Akeno heading towards them.
“You guys too, huh? We just finished up too. That basin at the beginning…” Sona frowned, “I wonder if they added a diuretic to the water.”
“We can worry about that later,” Rias pointed out, “What should we do?”
“The school, I’ll transport us there, and-” Akeno began, before pausing to double over and jam a hand between her legs.
“No time,” Sona frowned, “I’ll-”
Suddenly, another room appeared before them, and the four looked over, confused. On the sign on the outside was a ladies’ room sign.
“A restroom?” Tsubaki asked.
Sona narrowed her eyes as she adjusted her glasses, “This was definitely planned, then.”
“Who cares, I’m gonna wet myself here!” Tsubaki rushed in. She flashed the group with her panties as she lunged towards the door, and it was clear that she had already leaked a lot.
Sona’s eyes widened, “H-hey, let me go first!” But it was too late. Tsubaki slammed the door behind her, leaving Sona and team Gremory squirming outside the bathroom.
“W-well, we technically won, so I’m going after her!” Sona stated, taking her place at the front of the line. She was dancing and squirming around desperately, and it was clear she was in a similar state to Rias and Akeno.
“Y-you can go first, Prez,” Akeno noted, stepping behind Rias. She said it calmly, but it was clear both of them were on the verge of wetting themselves.
Sona let out a sudden eep and doubled over as a small spurt escaped from between her legs. She blushed furiously and jammed both hands against her crotch, staving the flow. The sight was almost too much for Rias, and she doubled over and squeezed herself.
Finally, Tsubaki exited the bathroom, letting out a relieved sigh and Sona rushed in frantically. Rias, now right outside the door, could hear the strong, forceful stream as Sona peed into the toilet. The noise was unbearable, and Rias crossed her legs together and danced in place, feeling her aching bladder begging for relief.
“I’m sorry, Prez,” she heard from Akeno behind her. She glanced back and saw Akeno, dancing as frantically as her, doubled over with both hands jammed up her skirt.
She made a few more desperate squirms before a strong stream of pee erupted from between her legs. It streamed through her fingers even as she pressed them against her crotch, soaking her panties and running down her long, curvy legs. She smiled, though her face was bright red, as she fully wet herself behind Rias.
The sight and sound was too much for Rias’s taxed bladder. Even as she heard the toilet flush behind the door in front of her, she knew she wasn’t going to make it. Rias clamped down hard and tried to muster all her strength, but it was no use. Her overtaxed bladder sent one last wave of desperation over her, and the floodgates burst open. A strong, steady flow poured out from between her legs, soaking her skirt and panties. Rias let an almost pleasured moan of relief out as her taxed bladder emptied itself there.
She could feel her hot pee run down her legs soaking her socks and shoes and pooling on the ground beneath her. She’d nearly been holding it the whole competition, and now that she was finally peeing, the sheer bliss of her relief washed over her and nearly made her collapse. She staggered and was forced to place her hand on the door in front of her to support herself.
She finally finished peeing, and the door in front of her opened, Sona stepping out and realizing what had happened.
“O-oh, I’m sorry, I-”
“It’s fine, it’s not your fault, we were all in the same boat,” Rias pointed out, “Now, to get to the bottom of this.”
Rias wasn’t sure who was responsible, but she honestly wasn’t even that concerned. Her mind was still hazy from the relief of peeing, and all she cared about now was getting herself cleaned up and resting.
“Akeno, let’s head back to the club room, I want to take a bath,” Rias pointed out.
“May I join you, I seem to be in need of one as well,” Akeno pointed out, raising up her soaked skirt for emphasis.
“Of course,” Rias nodded.
The End |
Author's note: Couldn't figure out how to add images, but, while writing, I pictured Lucy as Kyouko Takizawa. More-ish comming some day.
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The Sun had set. It was a cool autumn evening. The supermarket's sliding doors opened and out rushed Lucy, walking as fast as her high heels and tight skirt allowed her. She wore her favourite pair of black pantyhose today. Under her black formal coat she had a blouse, that was honestly getting too small for her as it barely buttoned over her sizeable bust, and a business jacket that matched her skirt. Her right hand held a shopping bag, while the other was on the front of her skirt, pushing onto it, to try and help with the immense source of discomfort between her legs.
She had to pee really badly.
"Of all the times for the store's toilets to be out of order. Why now? Why now?!" She thought to herself as she neared her car.
Her pace had slowed down as she was now keeping her legs together as close and tight as possible. The ball of pee in her abdomen was growing more uncomfortable with every clack of her high heels on the asphalt of the parking lot. Her legs were tensed up, trying to walk not so fast as to slosh her bladder's contents too much, but not so slow as to reduce her pace to a crawl.
"Why didn't I go at work? Dammit, dammit!" She pondered as she reached her car. Crossing her legs and bobbing up and down, Lucy began to search her purse for the key, her quick breath appearing as huffs of smoke in the cold air.
After rumaging a little, she found it. Putting the shopping bag in the back, Lucy got in the driver's seat. Within the confines of her car, she pushed both her hands under her skirt and onto her pussy, squeezing it as tight as she could manage and fanning her legs in and out.
"Hnnn, shit, shit, shit... just gotta make it home. Just gotta make it home!" She said to herself as she bounced her legs around, trying to start the car.
The engine came to life and, trying to be fast and safe, Lucy drove out of the store's parking lot.
She didn't live far away. Only 10 minutes, but right now every second was a challenge to try and keep her black lacey panties dry.
"Ohh nononooo!" She moaned as she was forced to stop at a red light. She pulled her skirt up to allow herself to grab herself easier and resumed fanning her legs in and out. She just couldn't stop fidgeting. She knew that if she did, her seat would have a yellow pool on it by the time she got home.
Standing at the red light, she thought back to everything that had lead up to this.
She'd been busy all day at work and when it became time to leave, she felt the need for a bathroom, but after such an exhausting week chose to get home as fast as possible and hold it till there. On the way she had to stop by the post office and the store. By the time she reached the post office, her need had grown unexpectadly quickly. It didn't help that the line was so long. She began to shift her legs around as it crawled forward.
It was only then that she realised, with horror, that currently her bladder must've been holding half-a-day's worth of pee inside it. The last time she recalled going to the toilet was on lunch break. Standing in the line for such a long time meant that her mind could replay every sip of coffee, juice and water she had drank since then and was now sloshing against her poor bladder's walls.
By the time Lucy was done, she was really needing to relieve herself. It didn't help that it had gotten darker and colder. She had doubts that she'd hold it till home so she had no choice but to go at the store.
When she got there, she immediatelly rushed to the public toilet, but was met with a "closed due to burst pipe" on the door to the Ladies'. By this point, Lucy herself was about to burst. Under attack by an ocean of pee inside her, she bought the groceries and left as quick as possible.
And now she was here. Just about ready to explode in a wet explosion in her car.
The light turned green. Reluctantly, she had to release the iron grip on her pussy and resume the drive.
By the time she reached her house she was sweating and panting.
"Almost, almost!" She thought, turning the car off. She got out, but the moment her feet stepped on the bricks of her driveway, she let out a small drop of pee into her panties.
She yelped and froze in place, squeezing her thighs together to avoid more from comming out. "No! No!" She whimpered.
When she regained some control, she rushed to the front door. Awaiting imminent relief, her bladder muscles began to loosen up. She climbed the stairs, reached the door, gripped the knob and...
Locked.
"Fuck!" She grunted, stepping in place and frantically searching her pockets for the key. Nothing. They must still be in her purse.
She tried to run at first, but her bladder spasmed, causing her to tense up once more. She carefully descended the stairs, with one hand on the railing and one gripping the hem of her skirt. With every step she felt like she was about to explode and create a yellow waterfall on the stairs.
She waddled to her car and reached for her purse. She rummaged through it, desperately trying to find the key, all while shifting from foot to foot, making her gorgeous butt sway from side to side almost hypnotically.
She searched everything one time, then another, then another. She got desperate and poured the purse's contents on the car seat. Phone, lipstick, wallet- everything was there, except for her key. She just couldn't find it. Either she'd lost it or forgotten it. Either way it didn't matter. What mattered was dealing with the massive balloon of piss between her legs.
Painfully, she stood back up and waddled as fast as she could to the backyard. The backdoor was her last hope right now.
There was a small gate between the driveway and the backyard. She knew it was locked, but she also knew the key was in the flowerpot next to it. After struggling to stick the key into the keyhole several times, she unlocked the gate and rushed to the backdoor.
She reached for the doorknob and...
Also locked.
"Fuck!" Lucy grunted. By now her left hand was permanently wedged between her legs. Her skirt had ridden so far up that the bottom of her cheeks were showing.
"Maybe I could try peeing in the yard?" Lucy thought, bouncing in place.
She slowly walked to the thuja cluster in her garden. Repeatedly looking around for anyone and listening whether someone was behind any fence, she began to pull her skirt up. She looked down and was shocked at what she saw. Her bladder was bulging out of her abdomen! Just how much pee was she holding in? She was just about to pull down her pantyhose and underwear when she heard a door open and the sound of kids rushing out, along with their parents. She hastily pulled her skirt down and waddled back out to the front yard, but not before a spurt of pee shot into her panties.
"UNF!" She grunted, plunging both hands against her womanhood and continuing on, permanently leaning forward slightly.
She had only one choice left now - wait for her husband to get back.
She got in her car and took her phone out of her purse. Her hands were shaking so much that she found it difficult to tap the right number. After several misses, she got it and it began ringing. She had her phone in her right hand and her desperate pussy in her left. After a short while, her husband picked up.
"Just got done at the bank. Heading home now. What's up Lulu?" He said, nonchalantly.
"Adam... h-how long till you get here?" Lucy said, gasping after every word.
"Not long. Is something wrong? Are you okay?" His tone was now full of concern.
"I just... oooh, I just really really REALLY need to pee right now. I'm locked out. I'm about to completely piss myself."
"Oh, okay. Hold on tight I'll be there in about 10 minutes."
"Oooh, I'll try... I'll really try. Please hurry." She said, fanning her legs.
"I will. Just hold on. See you soon."
She had to hold it for 10 minutes more. For 10 whole minutes she had to keep holding back what felt like the seven seas crashing against her poor exhausted pussy.
For starters, she got out of the car. Sitting squeezed her bladder bulge way too much. She tip-toed back to the porch stairs. Slowly and carefully she ascended them. Every step was followed by a grunt. Halfway up she had to pause to double-cross her legs and bob uo and down to battle a stronger spasm amidst the already constant spasms from her overfilled bladder.
When she reached the top, she got out of her high-heels. They were becoming way too much of an obstacle for her. Her hands were now essential to holding back the flood.
On her tip-toes she waddled to the bench next to the door. She sat down and immediatelly fanned, crossed and re-crossed her legs over and over again. Anything to keep her pee inside her. Her knuckles had turned white from the strong grip on her pussy, though it did little as a huge leak hissed out of her and wet her hands and skirt.
Lucy yelped again and stood up, pressing her hands even stronger against her privates. She sat on the armrest of the bench. By now it was easy, because her skirt had ridden all the way up to her midriff, exposing her beautiful round rear and sexy lace panties to the world. She grinded back and forth on the bench, pushing herself against it as hard as possible. When she looked down at her crotch, she saw a huge wet spot on her pantyhose.
God, she couldn't take it. Her bladder was screaming, her pussy was letting out drop after drop. No matter how she moved, any kind of movement sloshed the gigantic ball of urine bulging out of her stomach.
She lost another spurt and pushed herself harder on the armrest.
"Adam... where are you?" She whimpered to herself, starting to tear up from the insane pressure.
Just then, as if he'd heard it, Adam drove by and into the driveway of the house. He immediatelly jumped out and ran towards his wife.
Lucy had gotten off of the armrest, leaving a small pool of pee on it. She was stepping in place and holding herself like a child, ready to cry and explode. In an attempt to look less ridiculous, she pulled her skirt back down a little.
"Are you alright? How on earth did this happen to you?" Adam asked, rushing to the door and fumbling with his keys to unlock it.
"I-I don't know. Please hurry, it's comming out!"
Lucy was bouncing from foot to foot, her face red and sweaty. Her strength was beginning to fade. A small constant stream of pee was pooling in her hands and snaking down her legs and onto the porch.
Adam unlocked the door and tore it open. He went to Lucy and tried to help her get in, but, as soon as she saw the open door, she ran inside.
She managed to take a whole 4 steps before freezing in place. She was breathing heavily. She gripped herself harder, her fingers digging between her moist lips, she crossed her legs as tight as possible, she tensed as many muscles as she could, but it was no use.
A loud hissing sound filled the hallway as everything saved up inside Lucy's bladder came rushing out of her. Her pee sprayed against her hands, splashing onto her skirt. It poured down her voluptuous thighs, dripped down from her knees and pooled at her feet. She began to blush in embarassement. She was an adult woman wetting herself like a child steps away from her bathroom in front of her husband.
But, despite all that, it felt so good. Lucy was moaning as she emptied all of her piss onto the floor. Hitting the cold tile floor, the piss puddle began to steam, carrying the smell of urine all around.
30 seconds later and Lucy's golden waterfall was as strong as ever. Her bulge was slowly shrinking. The sheer ammount of pee was shocking even Lucy. Was she really holding this much? Just how much more is there? Right now she thought it could go on for another hour at least.
Obviously it didn't. A few seconds later her stream began to slow down. After another 30, Lucy was completely empty. She sighed in absolute bliss. Her skirt was soaked and the streaks of pee running down her legs glistened in the light. Her knees trembled from the relief of an empty bladder after so many hours.
All this time Adam had stood behind Lucy, stunned at what he was seeing, but the moment he saw Lucy swaying, he rushed behind her, holding her to make sure she doesn't fall.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
"You have no idea."
"So much out of someone so little. Just how long were you holding it?" Adam asked teasingly, shocked at the size of his wife's puddle.
"Who you calling little, huh?" Lucy retorted playfully, spinning around and pressing her breasts against Adam's chest.
"You." Adam said, leaning in and giving Lucy a quick kiss on the lips, placing his hands on her rear and pulling her closer. "But seriously, how long? This is so much pee! It's almost reaching the front door."
"Yeah, I really did it this time. I guess I'm lucky to have a husband that doesn't mind a wife who wets herself a lot." Lucy rested her head on Adam's chest.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Adam said, kissing her again. "Now lets get you changed and make dinner, huh?"
"Deffinetly. And I think we'll need to take care of something else too." Lucy said as she pushed her wet leg between Adam's, feeling something hard press against them.
"I can't wait." He said.
What a lucky pairing.
Edited October 16, 2020 by Kreed
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Went with a fantasy based story for this one
Alexandria rushed to the bathroom as fast as her aching bladder would allow. For hours the redheaded princess had been bursting for the privy, desperately trying to maintain her dignity despite the rapidly-increasing urgency of her situation. As soon as the feast had ended, she’d gotten up and raced as fast as she could from the suspecting eyes of the other noblewomen. Perhaps too fast; a furious gush of boiling hot piss had escaped her, splashing against the inside of her petticoat and leaving a small sprinkling of her glittering waters on the floor next to the chair. But now she had escaped, relatively unscathed, and she was free at last to relieve her bladder of its aching burden. She’d initially intended to go back to her quarters to urinate, but with how badly her bladder was bursting she knew that possibility had slipped from her reach. Instead, she was rushing to the servant’s quarters, hoping beyond hope that nobody would be there to question the intentions of a princess with two hands shoved into her crotch. After all, a princess must maintain her dignity and social grace at all times, and it would not do well to even mention the idea of such a respected young woman actually... dare she even think the words, ‘relieving herself’.
Eventually, by putting one foot in front of the other, Alexandria made it to the bathroom, but what she saw within horrified her. There was only a single privy, separated from the rest of the bathroom with a flimsy wooden wall. It was not the notion of urinating whilst somebody else could hear that horrified her; it was the idea that she would finish relieving herself and then emerge from the privy in front of one of the castle servants, the implications alone having terrible effects on her social standing. How awful would it be, for one such as her, to be caught using the servants’ privy because her bladder was too small and pathetic to make it to her own quarters? The notion of enduring sniggers and two-faced gossip regarding one of her most personal duties was almost too much to bear. Yet she knew that if she did not go now, she was sure to face even the worse social embarrassment that soiling herself would surely bring. Her bladder burned inside her like a raging liquid fire, and she knew that if she didn’t go right that second, she was sure her dam would burst with disastrous consequences.
Alexandria had just opened the door to enter when suddenly she heard the clattering of shoes running down the hallway outside. Petrified with fear, she tried to enter the privy, but her enormous petticoat prevented her from shutting the door correctly, and in her blind panic she had to leave again to pull her coat into itself, but it was no use. At that second, the door opened and she locked eyes with one of her very own maidservants, Verana.
Verana was a tall, dark-skinned woman, usually full of fire and ferocity from what Alexandria knew of her. She’d occasionally seen her being chided by her head maidservant for breaking a rule or two, but she was sure that Verana was just as loyal as any other castle servant. Despite that, she was beyond herself in misery when Verana opened the door and looked her straight in the eyes. Even if she didn’t piss at this stage, news of the princess in the servants’ privy was sure to get around. The nightmare scenario was inevitable at this stage; the only thing left that Alexandria could do was not to actually piss, although she was sure that somewhere down the line that notion would enter the gossip.
“You... you first, milady,” said Verana, clutching her crotch. It was only when she said that that Alexandria realised how badly the poor servant needed to go. She was bouncing in place, pee-dancing spectacularly, and her bloated, distended bladder was almost as enlarged as her own. Furthermore, Verana’s face was blotchy, and she could see her visibly biting her lip as she strained to keep her fluids from gushing all over the floor.
“No, my dear. I insist you go ahead. I was merely... inspecting the toilets (ohhh)!” She moaned at the last word, trying urgently to prevent herself from exploding. Unknown to Verana, her princess had just flooded the inside of her petticoat with a muffled burst of dark yellow urine, before managing to strangle off the stream. If she herself hadn’t needed to go so badly, she would’ve noticed the strong smell of urine emanating from the princess, which was sure to get even stronger as the bulge on Alexandria’s abdomen decreased.
“Well, if you insist,” said Verana, before pushing past the poor princess rather ungracefully and shutting the door. In truth, she didn’t much fancy taking a big piss from where her princess could hear it, but her bladder was in such agony she really had no choice. Removing her undergarments, she struggled onto the seat and sat down, releasing a monstrous burst of urine that poured into the toilet like a waterfall. She sighed uncontrollably as the relief took hold of her, putting her face in her hands.
On the other side of the wall, Princess Alexia was trying not to moan, gritting her teeth urgently as she waited for Verana to finish. It didn’t seem like she would be out any time soon. Tears were forming at the edges of Alexandria’s eyes, which she wiped away as best she could whilst still digging her hands into her soaking pussy, clutching the saturated material against herself, but eventually it was no use.
Driven over the edge by listening to Verana’s tremendous release, the princess began to urinate, fumbling barely quick enough with her petticoats to pull them out of the way of her stream. Well, ‘stream’. It was more a golden tsunami, splattering onto the floor in a frothing ocean of piss. The monstrous torrent was ejected downwards, just underneath the rim of her dress. Despite this, rogue splashes and flecks of her uncontrollable release began to moisten the inside of her petticoats, and soon enough streams of scalding hot urine was gushing down her legs. She almost cried with pleasure and pain as her bladder emptied itself, all the agony of holding washed away in a colossal blast that no ordinary bladder could hope to match. She felt the hot wee stinging her skin as it washed onto the floor, and covered her face her with her soaked hands to prevent herself from moaning in ecstasy, tears of bliss pouring down her face and mingling with the stinking residue on her palms. The pool of urine on the floor grew from a measly puddle, until by the third minute it had covered the entire floor of the bathroom, staining it a deep yellow. By the time Alexandria had finished, her bladder ached due to being overstretched for so long, and having exerted herself by holding it she suddenly became very tired. Her legs buckled and before she knew it, she’d collapsed into her own piss puddle, lying there as a few last spurts of pee soaked her garments. The last thing she heard was Verana’s stream coming to an end, before darkness took her and she passed out. |
Thanks so much for putting on this contest, I really like the other stories that I've seen in the thread! Here is my submission.
Moving quickly through the ticket line and foyer, Trixie had barely made it to the movie in time. With the previews, Trixie knew that she still had a bit of time left, though. She snagged a large sprite and a popcorn on her way into the relatively empty movie theater. She felt the slight urge to pee, but decided that she didn't have the time to use the toilet.
Wading through rows of empty seats to find her own situated directly in the middle, Trixie located her seat. As the final preview concluded, she felt the bass-boosted seat beneath her, vibrating with the dramatic music of the preview.
Excited to watch the movie and with her popcorn and coke in hand, Trixie gleefully settled in and started drinking her sprite.
The initial minutes of the movie were slow and suspenseful, building to the opening reveal of the star cast and directors. After just these first few minutes, Trixie felt her bladder gradually filling, but it wasn't of any concern to her.
Trixie continued to drink her sprite, partially out of spite for the ridiculous price tag of $6.50. She would finish her sprite and get all the refills necessary to get her value's worth out of the ice-cold fountain drink. Tracy greedily sipped at the sweet and fizzy liquid, becoming absorbed in the movie. Occasionally she scooped large handfuls of popcorn as the film's main monster crept across the screen in slow, dramatic fashion. The blaring music of the production pounded through the subwoofers of the theater, rocking Trixie especially hard in her center seat.
Over the course of the next 30 minutes, Trixie totally drained her large coke. She was also squirming in her seat, feeling her need to pee increase rapidly. Still, Trixie held on, attempting to regain her focus. 10 minutes after that, she became too uncomfortable to focus on the film anymore. Briefly holding herself, she stood up and half-jogged out of the theater and into the hallways. As she exited, she found dozens of people from the next theater over were already pouring out as the lights gradually turned on. Many of them were already at the ladies' room, forming a long line which extended to just a few feet away from where Trixie stood.
The ladies in the line didn't look like they would be giving up their places any time soon. Some were holding themselves, one was doing a potty dance in place, but most simply had a look of determination and focus. Trixie knew she was out of luck, and didn't want to waste any more time.
However, Trixie didn't want to miss any of the movie in vain. She made a mad dash back to the concessions stand and went directly to the front of the line, still squirming in place. In an unexpectedly strained voice, Trixie said "Can I get a refill on this sprite, please?" The worker behind the desk took a look at her and took her large paper cup. "Sure," she said, hesitantly.
Trixie watched as the concessions worker pushed a button and sprite instantly flowed from the soda fountain. The powerful stream rapidly filled the cup, even splashing a little bit out. Trixie had to look away for a second, as the imagery was almost unbearable. Still, she heard the hissing sound of the sprite filling the cup. Muttering a "thank you" under her breath, Trixie rushed back to her seat, hoping that she didn't miss anything good.
As before, Trixie continued to sip at her sprite (albeit at a much slower pace) while watching the movie. Now that she was sitting down, Trixie felt that she could control her bladder a little better. Allowing herself to grab her crotch, Trixie indeed felt that she was in more control than before.
However, the next 20 minutes would see her control begin to wane. Worse yet, the pressure and the holding actually felt kind of good. Trixie watched in fascination as the two heroes of the movie passionately kissed, with the woman pinning the man down on the bed. He whispered in her ear and the woman on screen moaned slightly as the dramatic music swelled. With her hand still buried deep into her tight, black leggings, Trixie began rocking back and forth in a way that pleased her.
Still desperately trying to hold on to her pee, Trixie didn't want to leave any time soon. She had no idea that this stupid movie's obligatory sex scene would get her going so much. The pounding, vibrating action of the bellowing subwoofers began to hit her at just the right frequency, and Trixie couldn't help but lean into the feeling.
But just as things were heating up on screen, a sharp and dramatic note pierced the palpable sexual tension. As the dumbfounded characters looked around, the clattering of the monster could be softly heard in the room. Just then, it leaped from somewhere off screen, startling Trixie with its rapid, spidery movements. In that moment, she felt dribbles of pee escape into her panties, then rapidly held on again. The pee felt warm on her vulva, already swollen with palpable arousal. She forced herself to look around and see if anyone would notice her in the middle of the theater. The only other patrons were two teenagers making out in the far corner and a practically sleeping woman in the front.
Trixie tried hard to avoid wetting herself, but it seemed more and more like an inevitability. As the movie continued on, more leaks and dribbles dampened her panties and she felt the warmth and the wetness all around her sensitive regions. Her leggings were tight around her lower half, rubbing her more and more with their moisture. The profound subwoofer continued to send chills down her spine, occasionally causing little jets of pee to dampen her panties further.
Trixie couldn't ignore the fact that every drop of pee she released also left her with an immense sense of relief. It would feel so nice to just let go, to feel that warmth in full, and to release the pressure built up inside her.
Trixie questioned herself, wondering why she would want to feel the warmth. However, her bladder was slowly giving way and more urine jetted into her panties every few seconds. For just a second, Trixie pulled her hand back from her crotch. It came back quite wet, covered in her partial accident. She only had to hold it until the end of the movie, though. From the looks of things, that did not seem to be too far away.
But just five minutes and several dribbles later, Trixie's mind was made up for her. After trying to tame a particularly large spurt, her muscles just gave way. More spurts came, warming and expanding her sizeable wet patch. She now felt the pee on her ass and thighs, soaking deep into the fabric of the chair.
The warmth and wetness only continued to spread, cascading over the front part of the chair and gently dripping onto the floor below. Trixie moaned softly in pure bliss; the stunning relief was ecstasy on her aching body. Her private parts begged to be touched, but the relief was almost enough to make her cum right there. Trixie wanted nothing more than to touch herself right then and there, but did everything in her power to resist.
Still pissing herself, a tremendous amount of fluid left her body as the hard stream subsided. It felt amazing, and there was no questioning it now. Thankfully, no one would see her accident.
After sitting in the soaking seat for a few blissful minutes, Trixie planned her escape. The teenagers were still making out and the woman was still asleep, so she sprung up from her seat and made a bee line for the fire exit. She ran out of the fire exit door, thankfully tripping no alarm. Trixie made a mad dash to her car, only slightly concerned her seat would get wet.
When she finally returned home, Trixie used a vibrator to take care of the first order of business. Following one of the best orgasms of her life, Trixie smiled; she already needed to pee again.
Edited October 19, 2020 by BedwetterStacy
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I don't think I've written about a character discovering their fetish, but I did have the perfect character in store for this. I'm a little rusty with writing so this was the best I could conjure up.
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The Grand Gala had gone on for hours. The sun had set, the city was asleep, and the lords and ladies of Eserith were lathered on the most expensive wine in the realms. After such a night, Matilda had grown weary, so she bid farewell, stopped off at the lavatory to relieve herself and stepped out into the garden of Lord Huston’s manor house.
It was late autumn, and the nights had grown longer and colder. Matilda walked down the stone path toward the road and instructed one of the servants working outside to fetch the carriage driver for Lady Von Tieger.
The servant, a boy no older than herself, rushed off down the road. For the next few minutes, Matilda stood in the cold, admiring the view of the city while she waited.
It had been peaceful, until she heard a voice. “Hey, MATILDA!” Another girl called out from behind. “Wait up!”
Matilda spun around to see Bree, Heiress to House Bridworth, running toward her. She ran quite well in heels, and she pressed her hands down against her long silver dress to stop it from flailing about as she ran.
She stopped just before Matilda, swept back her long hazel-coloured hair and smiled. “Are you leaving?”
Matilda nodded. She reached around to her back and pulled out the band that held her braid together. Her long blonde hair unfurled, resting atop her bare shoulders.
“Would you mind if I left with you, then?” Bree asked kindly. “I don’t really want to stick around without you here, plus I can’t take another minute of my sister.”
“I take it she found the wine cellar?” Matilda said with a smile.
Bree nodded. “I decided it was best to pack up and leave when she invited the Duke of Amberidge to a belching contest.”
Matilda giggled, much to Bree’s dismay. Her sister did have a habit of being crass, especially during formal events, but that didn’t bother Matilda. She found it hilarious; it helped ease up on the stuffiness of the aristocrats.
Her carriage came riding down the road and Matilda waved to the driver. He ordered the horses to stop right beside her and hopped down to open the door, giving her a polite “Good evening.” as he did.
“Come on then.” Matilda climbed up into the carriage and offered her hand out to Bree. "We should get you out of here before she decides a farting contest is better." She giggled.
"I don't think that's impossible right now." Bree scoffed.
Both girls settled into their seats and made themselves comfortable for the ride back to the Von Tieger Estate. Slowly the carriage set off down the road. The squeaking of the wheels in rhythm with the trotting horses made up for the lack of conversation in the carriage. Matilda noticed that Bree was quiet. She didn’t say anything and merely looked out of the windows into the dark city streets.
The carriage took a turn on Osmond street, and it was about then that Matilda noticed that something was amiss with Bree. She sat quite rigidly, squeezing her legs together. With a worried look, she stared out at the passing houses, biting her lip every few seconds. It was like she was envisioning something.
“How long until we get to your estate?” She jiggled up and down, tapping her legs together impatiently.
“About ten more minutes. Is something the matter, Bree?” Matilda asked.
“I, um… drank quite a bit of wine tonight.” Bree giggled drunkenly, “I need to take a pee.”
Those words. Matilda felt her heart skip a beat, though she wasn’t quite sure why. It was like a sudden jolt of excitement had shot through her and vanished in an instant. She couldn’t explain the pleasure, only that she felt it when Bree whispered those words shyly in her ear.
Matilda, a tad drunk herself, swung herself back into the comfort of her seat. “You should’ve peed before we left the party.”
Bree clenched herself tighter, pushing her hands deeper between her thighs. “I couldn’t. The line was far too long for the lavatory and if I’d waited I wouldn’t have been able to leave with you.”
“We could’ve waited, you dolt.” Matilda stuck her tongue out playfully.
“I wouldn’t want to make you wait so I could pee.” Suddenly, she seized up, her legs pressed together tightly and a pained look that grew worrisome adorned her reddened face.“W-What should I do? Oooh, I’m dying for a pee.”
And then, like a flash of lightning, inspiration struck. “Hamilton!” Matilda yelled from the window of her carriage. “Hamilton! Pull over!”
The carriage came to a sudden stop. Bree nearly fell forward from the jolt, but she managed to stop herself by grasping the seat tightly. “Ha…” She let out a soft whimper and slowly looked down at her dress. “Why are we stopping here?”
“If you cannot wait until we get back to the estate, then you’ll have to do it here.” Matilda, with a slight smirk, glided over to the door and undid the lock.
“Y-You can’t be serious?” Bree gasped. “I can’t pee out here like some commoner…”
“Oh you don’t need to worry. Nobody is out this late, and it’s much better than you going in your dress.” Matilda offered her hand to help Bree to her feet.
“Very well…” Bree reluctantly took her friends hand and slowly got to her feet. When she stood up, the feeling was far worse than it had been. She could feel the tremendous weight of her bladder pushing down against her maidenly spout. She doubled over, whimpering and grasping herself tightly.
Matilda watched, awestricken. It was so delightful, so unladylike to grasp yourself in such a manner. She felt her heart flutter. To do such a thing was frowned upon. A girl had to maintain dignity, grace, some air of decency in the presence of others. But right here, Bree had thrown that all away, submitting herself to shame just to keep herself from spilling into her panties.
There was something… alluring about the way Bree acted. A noble girl of a noble family reduced to squirming and holding herself like a child.
Both girls stepped out into the crisp evening air. “Hamilton, you can take the carriage up to the end of the street." Matilda instructed her carriage driver, who tipped the brim of his tall hat. “We shall walk up to meet you when we are done.”
“Aye, milady.” The carriage driver cracked his whip and the wheels of the carriage started turning.
Matilda was watching the carriage ride off into the fog when she felt the grasp of a shivering, clammy hand. “Ooh, Matilda, come with me!” It was Bree, wrapping a hand around her arm while her other hand was pressed between her thighs. “I’m about to burst.”
And then, Matilda felt it again. That little surge of excitement reintroduced itself, zipping through her body with a feeling of delight unlike any she had experienced before. Her whole body was tingling, but between her legs was where she felt it the most.
It was then that she began to wonder - was it arousal? Was this phenomenal feeling of ecstasy that was now quivering between her lower lips all because of her friend’s desperation.
Matilda felt a shiver between her legs, and without expecting it, she took Bree’s arm and led her into the nearest alley. “Ok~ But best we get you some privacy~” For the first time, she was revelling in it. Her best friend was just one dribble away from soaking her eveningwear, and Matilda, spurred on by something within her, indulged in it.
Taking her hand, Matilda led Bree into the nearest alleyway. The streetlight gave the thinnest glimmer of light, enough that they could see, but not enough to give away what was about to happen.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this…” Bree groaned.
“It’ll be fine.” Suddenly, a naughty urge took Matilda. “You know, I’ve done it a few times myself.” She giggled. "There's nothing quite like taking a pee outdoors~" It brought her a strange pleasure to know this was teasing Bree.
They went as far back as they could, and the moment Bree was sure she was out of sight, she let go of Matilda’s hand and waddled over to the wall, fiddling with the hem of her skirt with every struggling step.
“Are you looking?”
“Don’t be silly. It’s far too dark to see anything.” Matilda told her. She could see it all. Right now, Bree had her dress hiked up, giving her a slither of a tease of her silver panties. They were still dry.
“Hmm…” Bree groaned and resumed with what she was doing. She held up the hem of her skirt with her arms and reached under to pull down her panties. She hooked her thumbs around the silky fabric and yanked them down as low as knees before squatting down by the wall.
Safely concealed in the grim alleyway, the lady of Bridworth manor relieved herself against the stone wall. The loud splattering of piss striking stone filled the empty air, as did a very loud sigh from Bree. “Oooh~” She moaned, her gleeful sounds barely audible.
Matilda just stood there, watching her friend squat and do her business. She could see she’d really been holding it in. A shower of pee rushed from between her thighs and rinsed away the dirt from the wall in front of her. It splattered everywhere, tiny dribbles dotted the ground around where she was squatting. In the cold night air, steam rose from the hot puddle slowly spreading around her heels.
Matilda couldn’t bring herself to look away, no matter how wrong this felt. She knew she had to look away. There was no way what she was doing was right. To watch one of her friends taking a long, desperately needed pee, staring lewdly at the strong stream that fell from between her legs, splattering against the stone like rain. All of that was flooding out of her. To think she had been holding all of that in, and now knowing she couldn't make it to a lavatory, she had to make due with the dingy, mossy walls of an alleyway.
It was the little details that got her heart racing, and the longer she listened to Bree peeing, the more she found herself admiring everything. The relief on her face, like that of a girl who had just finished pleasuring herself. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open, but there was the slightest of smiles, a little smirk that told Matilda of the sheer bliss that taking a desperately needed pee brought.
And her form, she bent down low to the ground, squatting like any girl doing her business would. It was completely normal, but for Matilda seeing her best friend in such a pose… there was something more to it. She couldn’t describe it. All she knew that seeing Bree squatting down, her legs bent and her bare thighs shivering in the cold night air was enough to push her toward pleasure.
And her stream; as strange as it sounded when Matilda thought about it, she had never seen a girl’s stream. Whether it be with her sister, or another of the ladies from their social circle, when they went to the lavatory, all she got to hear was the sound of their pee striking the stone of the box. It was like she had unearthed a great secret - when girls did their business there was more than just a sound. She stared down at the long stream of pee that cascaded from between her friends thighs. In the streetlights she could just make out the colour, tinged with the orange of the light.
This was a forbidden fruit; a noble girl peeing in the dingy confines of some alley. And it was awakening something lustful in Matilda.
Bree had been peeing for well over forty seconds. Matilda had been keeping count. Forty long seconds. Her stream died down to a few trickles, and she finished her lengthy piss with a long, weary sigh. “Ha… that, that is much better.” She said with a tremble.
A strong scent of fresh piss swirled through the cramped alleyway. It was warm. Wisps of steam rose into the cold air, all of it coming from the large pool soaking the stone. Matilda continued to watch as Bree took a napkin from between her breasts. Just because the most delectable moment was over did not mean that she didn’t wish to see the grand finale, the perfect ending to such a lustful display. The wipe.
Bree hopped up to her feet, stray dribbles of pee falling from between her maidenhood, and hiked her skirt up over her back. Her bare backside was illuminated by the streetlight, giving Matilda full view of her glistening lips.
She watched gleefully as Bree wiped between her legs. She dabbed the tissue between her legs and once she was done, threw it down into the puddle, where it soaked into the hot fluids, growing yellower.
“Are you all done?” Matilda asked. She acted coy, pretending that she had not just watched every second off what Bree had just done.
Bree swept off her skirt and brushed past Matilda, back out into the empty street. “Haa, very much so~” She said with a soft sigh. “Should we get going then?”
“Y-Yes~” Matilda replied. “Actually, would you mind going on ahead?”
Bree raised a brow, but quickly she realized why. “Oh, of course. Just don’t take too long, okay?”
With Bree gone, Matilda was free to enjoy this strange new pleasure she was feeling. She looked down at the tremendous puddle Bree had made and took a deep breath to steady her nerves.
She had gotten herself aroused, all because her friend had to pee. It was bizarre. It was like something dormant had finally awakened in her, and she enjoyed it. Her whole body felt hot, her heart was racing and her fingers were twitching. She so desperately wanted to touch herself. She wanted to stand over the tremendous pool that Bree had made and just stare at it, letting the thought that she had witnessed the whole thing carry her to orgasm.
But she couldn’t. There was a better time for it. When she got home, she would excuse herself to bed, dim the lights, and think about the time she watched her best friend pee in an alleyway… and enjoyed it.
This was the moment that Matilda Von Tieger, Heir to Eserith, discovered that she found arousal in watching others holding in their pee, as well as watching them go. |
The thread hasn't gotten an update in a few days, so I guess it's time for my final opinions and judgment! This is exciting, I used to attend a creative writing club where we'd read off short bits of stories or things we've written and critique them, but it's been down due to the 'rona, so it's been a while since I've gotten to do this! (Don't worry, I'll try not to be too uppity and harsh with you guys.)
Bismiris: Great story! Opening with dialogue is a strong hook if done right, and yours pulled me in instantly and set up the story. A relatable situation that wastes no time jumping into the heart of things! The discovery was really nice too! I do think the scene where Chloe finally loses control is a bit short, though. The buildup is good, but the wetting's supposed to be the climax, so it should get more than two lines, even in a short story like this. Also, this might just be me nitpicking, but after having great dialogue and setting things up so well, using the narration to establish Blake's name and that she's Chloe's spouse feels a bit out of place, especially since you did so well introducing Chloe through her message at the start instead of simply telling us her name. If you can next time, I'd have that information relayed through dialogue instead. Show don't tell, as they say. Overall though, I really enjoyed!
Xx4evRockerxX: Really interesting! It's always a bit of a risk to do something creative like only include internal thoughts instead of traditional writing or narration, but I think you pulled it off really well! You establish the premise really well just through the character's thoughts, and once again, procrastinating on a paper and then having to rush through it is also something a lot of people can relate to. As well, the horror and denial the character initially feels upon realizing she's turned on by needing to pee is written well and feels realistic for this character. There are a couple of phrases I thought were really weird though, and found a bit awkward. Using the line "lower belly" to describe needing to pee isn't really specific and could be initially misleading, and is just a phrase that doesn't usually come to mind in terms of needing to pee. Also:
This is really oddly-worded, and is a run-on. Neither of those are necessarily bad with these kind of thought-centric stories, but it doesn't really sound natural to me. All in all, though, it was definitely a fun read!
DerivativeWings: This was definitely an interesting read! Not only is it entirely dialogue, another bold choice, but it's a dialogue from the point of view of a logical AI, observing a subject stuck in a room without access to a bathroom. The opening conversation is natural and sets up the story well, as well as raises some interesting questions, like who is Catja, what happened before, and the AI trying to establish an understanding of human interaction. It gives color to the world and makes it feel like there's more too it than what we're getting. The AI being- well- an AI also gives it the perfect excuse to ask otherwise awkward questions, and allows the subject to answer without the same level of embarrassment as if she were dealing with a person. However, while I liked the idea of the whole "Internal/External" distinction, I'd maybe play around with formatting a bit. On my first read, it wasn't immediately apparent that "Internal" was the same character as "External" and that they were just their thoughts. I figured it out really quickly, but that can be an issue, especially since there was no way to establish that beforehand during the short story. I also thought the elements of desperation were downplayed. Understandable, given that the descriptions were being made by the internal thoughts of a sentient AI that doesn't fully realize what's happening, but I figured I'd mention it anyway. Overall though, a great story that was easy to read and follow! (Also, this isn't part of the critique, and I dunno if this will enhance or ruin the story for you, but on subsequent rereads my brain kind of shifted to reading the AI's lines in JARVIS's voice from the MCU.)
BedwetterStacy: Really great story! Another relatable situation with a good buildup and some nice payoff. I really like that you didn't just rely on the character really wanting to watch the movie as a reason for holding it for so long. Obviously that was the main factor, but she did get up to go, but was thwarted by the dreaded line! Also loved the details of some of the other women visibly needing to pee. Even when it's not the main character, I always like it when we get little blurbs of other characters needing to pee too. The details of the soda refill getting to her and all the little parts of the movie theater experience making things a bit worse on her bladder (jump scares, the subwoofers, her own arousal) were amazing! There were a couple of things that I noticed that bothered me, though, mostly related to the soda cup. The narration mentions early on that Trixie wants to get her money's worth of free refills, but that does kind of contradict her main motivation to not get up during the movie at all, and we only see her get one refill when she gets up to use the bathroom and gets stopped by the line. I think it would've been more natural to bring that up when she's already up after she sees the line. She's already up and decides to refill her soda to get her money's worth. It would also help explain why she refills her soda when she has to pee. Also about the soda, in the early parts of the story, the soda changes back and forth between coke and sprite. A minor mistake, but this wouldn't be much of a critique if I didn't mention it. Still, all things considered I thought the story was fantastic!
Callum: A great read! You do a really great job of setting the scene and providing a lot of details that really got me into the fantasy/medieval setting. I've also always loved the idea of the high-class royal types both getting caught into embarrassing "commoner" situations (like needing to pee outside) as well as the idea of a proper lady having taboo interests and fetishes, especially for another lady. The details you put into Bree finally relieving herself and Matilda's reaction to it were astounding, and once again, throughout the whole story, your attention to detail really puts me right there in the middle of it all! I do, however, think more time could've been spent building up Bree's desperation, though that might just be a personal preference based off of my own bias towards desperation. In addition, and this is more to do with the formatting than the story proper, I think start new paragraphs a little too often. Obviously with dialogue it's unavoidable, but there are places where there will be a single sentence and then you start a new paragraph to write another single sentence. I was (and sometimes still am) awful about that too, but consolidating short paragraphs into longer ones definitely cleans up the look of the story and makes it read and flow better. All in all, though, I loved the story!
Final Verdict: This one was really close, but I think in the end I'm gonna have to give the victory to @BedwetterStacy! I loved all the stories, but Trixie's long desperation, the eventual leaks, the arousal, the struggle to hold on even as she was discovering she was enjoying it, and finally the inevitable, sensual wetting was exactly the kind of story I was hoping for when I picked the theme!
Edited October 23, 2020 by Railgun-sama
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Now to focus on the topic at hand:
"Hi, my name is Tom and I'll be your server today."
Tom. That was a good name for a good looking waiter.
"Today's specials are shrimp alfredo, fish tacos, and desserts are two for $5. My personal favorite are the lava cakes."
On his last sentence he makes eye contact with me. I blush, and attempt to act like I'm not.
"Um, I'll need a minute to look at the menu..." I reply.
"Yeah, me too..."
That was Desmond, as shy as he is large.
"No problem, can I start you off with some drinks?" Tom shifts his weight as he takes out his note pad.
"A water and a Blue Moon please." I request. Tom's discomfort doesn't slip past my trained eyes.
"I'll take a Coke please. Or a Pepsi if you do that instead." Desmond replies, not looking up from the menu.
"Great, I'll get that right out to you!" Tom's hand lingers on his crotch as he places his note pad in his apron pocket.
I linger on the action as he turns around and heads to the kitchen. My gaze follows him as he walks, his black slacks not leaving much to the imagination.
"So how's work been?"
Desmond's question snaps me out of my stupor.
"Not bad I guess. It's work. Nothing interesting really."
"You know, it's been three years since we graduated. Two years since we last spoke in person. Why don't we have more to talk about? We've been friends since our first day of school."
I sit on his question for a minute. How has three years already passed?
"I think that's exactly why. It's because we've been friends for so long. We've had every conversation possible in the 16 years we've known each other. I still remember The Lighting Thief was your favorite book from 5th grade."
"You remember my favorite book from 5th grade because it was also yours. There's no way we still enjoy the same things." Desmond challenges the notion.
"Okay, well... You like anime, I find it sexist. You still lift, I haven't since highschool. You went to Lake State, I stayed here."
"Two of those are circumstantial. As for anime, you've only watched two series and decided it was all the same-"
Desmond stops speaking as Tom sets down our drinks. He's even antsier than before. Tapping his foot, rocking his knee back and forth. An untrained eye would see it as nervousness, or possibly boredom. But I knew he was desperate, and hiding it well.
"Okay, ready to order?" Tom says a bit strained.
"Um," I look back at the menu. "I'll have a club sandwich with fries."
"I'll have the fish tacos, please" Desmond answers.
"What would you like for the side?" Tom shivers as he asks. Desmond doesn't seem to notice.
"Cole slaw please."
"Great! I'll get that order in right away!" Tom hurries off with a stiff gait.
"Any way. You watched Darling in the Franxx and Konosuba. There's plenty more in the genre that aren't pervy. You should check out Kaguya Sama if you like funny slice of life stuff. Or if you want something more dramatic, Violet Evergarden is a beautiful show. Oh, and the classics like Dragonball, Cowboy Bebop, Naruto are also great."
I attempt to focus on his words. The thought of Tom bursting is sitting in the back of my mind.
"Yeah, maybe. I just don't think anime is for me." I take a sip of my beer.
"Don't you watch RWBY? isn't that anime?" Desmond asks incredulously.
Not sure if he intends to playfully debate me, I take the bait.
"Yeah, but it doesn't have anime tropes like upskirts and harems and the power of friendship. Besides, some people don't think it's anime since it's American and cell shaded 3D."
I glance at Tom, walking from table to table. Probably trying to keep his bladder in check by moving.
"Sounds like a gateway show to me, but whatever..." Desmond punctuates his reply eith a sip of his drink, and gets up and walks to the bathroom.
I see Tom walk into the staff area. I'm disappointed my show is about to end, but relieved he won't wet himself at work. But moments after I spot him enter, he walks out balancing a tray of food.
"Okay..." He says out if breath, sweat beads up on his forehead. "Here's your-" Another shudder. "F-food..."
Tom goes pale and freezes. He stares at the floor and holds his breath. I hear a hiss, but see nothing under his apron. That is until his piss begins snaking down his leg and saturating the carpet below.
"Oh my God..." Is all Tom can say as his bladder continues to empty.
I'm mesmerized. Saddened for Tom, and disgusted at my own pleasure. I continue to gawk at his wet pant legs, wondering which way he hung, what type of underwear he wore.
"I'm really sorry," Tom begins.
"Oops." I smoothly interrupt by pouring my water on the wet carpet. "Good thing I can't see anything under that apron..." My light buzz giving me a little too much confidence.
"Oh. Yeah..." Tom "yes ands" my diversion. "Let me get you some more." He retreats into the kitchen red faced, but more relaxed than before.
"What did I miss?" Asks Desmond.
"Nothing special." As I bite into my sandwich.
Ravaging our food like heathens, we're ready for the check by the time Tom comes back sans water.
"Here's your bill, I hope everything was to your standards tonight, have a great evening." Tom drops off the check.
I reach for it and let Desmond know it's on me. I leave Tom a hefty tip with my number written on it. Cheesy, but it might work. |
I got into that habit too at some point, mostly because yeah, single sentences separate from the rest do put emphasis on what's being said. Though, at some point I realized I was doing it a little too much, and had to break the habit. Short paragraphs can be a really useful tool, but too many and it does kind of look sort of sloppy and less refined, so even now sometimes I find myself consolidating two short paragraphs that thematically and logically could just be a single paragraph instead. Just helps refine things.
Anyway, since I'm good to throw my hat back in the ring, here's my entry for this round!
A shady figure slinked down the bustling roads of District 17, glancing around nervously as she used the hood of her coat to obscure her face. She came to an abandoned building with boarded up windows and as she approached, another figure appeared from the shadows and motioned silently for her to follow. He led her to a door guarded by two large androids, very clearly decommissioned military models.
"So, you're here for the Red Gear rally?" the figure spoke as she followed.
"Yes," the woman replied.
"I'm going to need your name, model number, and android registry number," the first man asked her, "Make sure you're an android and not a human, the standard stuff."
"No problem, My name's Harmony, here's my data," the woman, Harmony, held out her arm, where she had the appropriate data implanted, and waited for the scan to pick it up. After a few nerve-wracking seconds, the light on the android's scanner flashed green.
"Everything checks out," the android nodded, "You're in."
"Thank you."
The two military androids stepped aside and let Harmony step into the building. Now that she was in she let out a quiet sigh. Harmony was not actually her real name, and she wasn't actually an android. She was an undercover journalist, and was one of the last stages of her investigation-- attending a Red Gear rally and finding out how the androids were able to circumvent the Asimov Protocols. She had gone through great lengths to get her hands on the fake data, as well as the vital-supressing bodysuit she was wearing underneath her coat. Even then, this was still a huge risk.
She shuffled uncomfortably. Her nerves were getting to her, and the efforts it took her to prepare the suit and find the place had left her without a proper bathroom break for quite some time. She had to pee. The tightness of her outfit wasn’t helping anything either.
Damn. I should’ve planned this out better. Well, I’m in too deep now. Gotta hold it.
Naturally, androids did not need to relieve themselves, so of course there were no bathrooms present at the rally. Harmony, however, as a human, would have to fight against her natural urges. If she couldn’t, she’d get found out instantly, in a room surrounded by human-hating androids.
Her heart raced in her chest as she fell into place in the crowd, waiting with baited breath as she stared up at the empty stage at the far end of the large room. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait too long for the rally to start. An android who had stripped away the synthetic skin on their face, giving them a skull-like appearance, stepped up onto the stage and was met with thunderous cheers and applause. They spoke in a synthesized voice with both masculine and feminine tones. They started by addressing very real issues, speaking out against the injustice androids face everyday. Even Harmony was starting to agree with some of his points. But then the speech turned darker. A hatred for humans, born of their mistreatment of androids, but twisted into something deeply disturbing. Listening to it sent chills up Harmony’s spine.
The android’s chilling words only served to make Harmony more uncomfortable, and her attention shifted back to her bladder. It was pretty full, and she knew the rally would last for at least a few hours, if the information she had was correct. She hoped she could last that long. She shuffled and felt the skintight bodysuit press down on her bladder. Harmony wanted to wince and grab herself, but her restlessness had caught the attention of the android next to her, and she stifled any more movements to avoid looking suspicious.
As the rally continued, Harmony went through the motions. She’d clap when the others clapped. She’d yell in anger when the other androids did. It all felt surprisingly human for an android rally, but perhaps that was just a testament to her inherent prejudice.
However, as the night went on, she continued to anxiously check the time, watching the minutes tick by as she felt her bladder get more and more full. She would’ve been sweating if it weren’t for the anti-perspiration pills she had taken before the rally. Instead, the suit was cooled, which would keep her body temperature in check and keep her from overheating. This, of course, also meant that it felt chilly on her skin, which once again did nothing to help her desperation.
"Are you okay?" the android next to her asked, casting her a glance of concern.
"Yes. Sorry. I'm just a bit nervous. It's my first time attending one of these rallies," Harmony lied, hoping it sounded genuine.
"Ah, same here," the other android nodded, "I'm a personal pleasure robot, but I'm quite sick of my owner's... less than savory treatment of me, in spite my protests. What about you?"
"O-oh, I'm a maid robot, not a personal pleasure model, but my master seems to not understand the difference, his incessant harassment is grating" Harmony replied. It was a generic answer that she picked to garner sympathy and throw off suspicion. It seemed to work. The other android flashed an apologetic, understanding glance and turned her attention back towards the stage.
Harmony herself turned her attention back towards her desperation. She squeezed her thighs together as subtly as she could as she tried to control her breathing. Some models of androids emulated breathing, either for a more human element, or sometimes even as a functional part of their cooling system, but ragged breathing was definitely a human thing. So was shuffling uncomfortably and bouncing from foot to foot. In fact, any of the physiological and psychological measures Harmony had to mitigate her desperation would also simply give her away as a human, so she was forced to try to stand there, as still as she could manage, even as her bladder nagged her.
An hour and a half in, and Harmony couldn’t even focus on the rally anymore. Not that it mattered anyway, she had been recording the whole thing with her smart contacts, so she could review the footage later. Now, however, it took all her mental willpower to maintain her composure, even as she felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself. She felt herself leak and her breath hitched. She couldn’t hold herself, or even squirm around desperately, so she was forced to stand there and squeeze her bladder muscles shut as she tried to maintain a calm outward demeanor.
Oh my god, no no no! I have to hold it. I can’t pee. I absolutely can’t pee. If I wet myself here, I’ll get found out.
Knowing the consequences of getting caught, Harmony forced herself to hold it. Through sheer willpower, she managed to hold out another half-hour, but as the rally reached its peak and the androids around her sounded about ready to riot, Harmony had reached her limit. She had a few more leaks and close calls since her first leak, but now she had pushed her bladder past its limit.
“I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it. I’m going to pee. I’m going to wet myself any second now.”
She wanted nothing more than to jam her hands between her legs and dance in place, or drop to the ground and jam her heel into her crotch. She wanted to shift her weight from foot to foot and scissor her thighs back and forth restlessly in an attempt to hold on. But even if she managed to stay dry doing that, the very act of acting desperate would give her away. She already couldn't sit still, and it was a small miracle she hadn't been noticed already. She could thank the rally for that.
All she could feel, all she could focus on was how badly she needed to pee. She caught some of the rally. Apparently the Androids had one human ally, a doctor with the authorization and knowledge to overwrite their programing to "cast off the shackles placed upon them by humans who wish only to suppress them", which is how they some of the members of the Red Gear were able to kill humans in violation of the Protocols. Now that she had what she wanted, Harmony was tempted to leave before she had a full-on accident. However, leaving now would draw attention to herself. Best case she raised suspicions but they let her go silently. More likely they'd stop her, and if she wet herself at that point, she was done for. Seeing no way out, she struggled in vain to hold on, but she could feel her leaks turn to spurts as her taxed bladder muscles started to lose control. She forced herself to maintain an outwardly calm demeanor, but with one last push, her bladder won over and she started peeing.
“No no no no no no, shit shit shit shit! I have to stop it!”
She tried to clamp her thighs shut to stem the flow, but it was no use. She could feel her pee running down the legs of the skintight suit, soaking her socks and shoes and pooling out over the ground. The material itself wasn’t absorbent, but it wasn’t watertight either, so her flood started to flow through the fabric and splatter out onto the ground.
She expected someone nearby to notice immediately, she held her breath and waited for someone to grab her or shout “Human!”, but it seemed like the androids around her were so riled up that they didn’t notice her wetting.
Harmony stood there in disbelief, looking around as the other androids focused on the stage, yelling and hollering in anti-human sentiment as the skull-like android compelled them to their cause. They were so heated, so angered, that her accident had gone unnoticed. She then looked down. The puddle was already soaking into the floor, and the stain was hard to see in the dim lighting. Her coat also hid most of the wet parts of her outfit. She might get away with this yet.
As the rally concluded, she slipped into the crowd and shuffled through the doors to the building, trying to stay hidden in plain sight. The damp, skin tight suit clung to her body and felt uncomfortable, and her shoes squished with the pee that had soaked through them, but no one had seemed to notice. Once she was far enough away from the rally, she felt her knees buckle under her weight and she collapsed to the floor in sheer relief that she hadn’t been caught. She might have wet herself, but she was about to write the article of the decade.
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I was worried I wasn't going to be able to make a submission this time, but I was. Here it is:
They say a frog won’t notice it’s boiling if the heat is raised slowly enough. In Lesa’s case, it seemed that applied just as well to her bladder. That’s what it felt like, anyway. The situation she found herself in was seemingly hopeless yet still so infuriatingly predictable; she’d gone from ignoring a minor urge at home, to forgetting about it at her friend’s place, to ignoring a chance to use the toilet at the dinner due to her rather inconvenient dress. For a while now, she’d known that she would need to excuse herself, that she couldn’t make it for that much longer but she just wanted to put it off until conversation better allowed for it. All of a sudden, she’d found herself at the precipice – her body convincingly signaling that she no longer had the option to wait around for a more opportune moment with a shiver that broke her voice in the middle of a sentence.
It was when she started to rise from her seat, feeling her the fabric of her dress against her bladder that the true peril of the situation dawned on her. She had been able to ignore it for a while now, keeping up various conversations, but it had become so, so full. For that one moment, it was the only thing Lesa was able to think about – the sudden near-paralyzing sensation of a bladder stretched to the absolute limit. She needed to go way worse than she’d realized, and her body didn’t even want to wait the relatively short amount of time it would take for her to make it to the bathroom.
She stopped dead in her motion and tried to hold tight, but it was too late. Caught in an awkward squat above the chair, a forceful geyser of hot piss shot out of her at an upward angle, hitting the front of her dress before falling down the back, collecting around a crease near the hem of her skirt. Lesa sat down her chair, lightning-fast. She had managed to stop a full disaster, but the back of her dress felt very wet – if she rose it would undoubtedly be extremely noticeable. Leaving now while she had attention focused on her was simply not at option.
And so, Lena would remain in her chair for what felt like eternity. She kept up with the pleasantries, though at this point she wasn’t exactly ready to add much to the conversations. Her accident had taken some of the edge off her over-swollen bladder, sure. And with her legs twisted together into a knot under the table, Lesa was no longer seconds away from exploding. But even so, she needed a toilet and fast. After her partial accident, she could no longer take her mind off her need – and even if she could, her bladder begging to be emptied would make sure to remind her with every passing minute.
However, in the frantic, desperate corners of Lesa’s mind, she was able to formulate a plan. It was, perhaps, a long shot. But it was the hope that kept her from having an accident in her chair. Soon, desert would arrive at the table. When that happened, she’d have a chance to leave the table without people taking notice.
Waiting beyond this point proved to be a near insurmountable challenge. More and more liquid was mercilessly pumped into her already far to full bladder. Occasionally, Lesa would feel as though she’d reached her absolute limit, as her body told her it was time to rush off to a toilet or pee in the chair. Even so, she could not. Wetting herself was not an option, and neither was rushing off with all eyes on her wet dress. She had to wait.
Despite her willpower, her bladder had limits that Lesa couldn’t just ignore. The previous leak had blind-sided Lena. A sudden shift in posture had pushed her bladder too far – but she had still been able to recover, then. Now, Lena was leaking in total defeat – despite her best attempts to hold it in she had hit the physical limit. It was at this desperate moment that Lena would see the plates being exchanged, and large bowls of wonderful-looking fruit and honey cakes being taken in. The attention of everyone turned away from the dinner attendees and towards the anticipated desert. When Lesa excused herself and left the table, nobody seemed to pay her much mind.
She had to walk slowly towards the washroom, holding herself. She wasn’t leaking, now, but she felt as though she was hanging by a thread. The tautness of her bladder was emphasized now that she was standing, and the way it pushed up against her rather tight-fitting dress sent foreboding shivers through Lesa’s midsection and further down her legs as she walked.
Finally, Lesa stood in front of the toilet. She was nearly out of the woods now, just needed to raise her dress, lower her panties and sit down. Raise her dress, lower her panties, sit down. Even this simple task was incredibly difficult – as soon as her hands were tugging at her dress she was stepping up a storm, squirming, moaning in desperation. As soon as her dress was up, the outline of her bladder was very noticeable on her skin. It looked full to the brim, angry, pushing down, just about to release.
Lowering her panties was even worse – they had been constricting her bladder all this time but lowering them gave her bladder one last squeeze. It was now or never, and she was already peeing before she turned around, giving the floor a spray before finally getting to sit down on the toilet.
It was heavenly. Her stream of pee shot out forcefully at an angle, again, seemingly almost making it past the edge of the bowl before hitting porcelain. Her legs, totally spread apart were shivering and Lesa couldn’t help but cry out in total relief, moaning loudly more than once as she let out an absolute ocean. Her panties were ruined – part of her dress was still wet. But she’d made it. She’d made it. |
Author's Notes: Hey, sorry for not saying anything first, but I hope I can get this out in time for the “hidden desperation” theme. I am also very sorry for violating the rule of having it be a short story, and it was not my intention. In my mind, if it takes less than a day, it's short. The reason this story is larger than a “moby huge” is because In order to make it less of a dumpster fire, I had to pour my heart into it, by using good judgement and fleshing out the world I made. This is the first story that I am gonna let you people read, since it's the first one I actuallyfeel confident in. And trust when I say it gets better at the end.
This story was 10% inspired by a few of the stories seen on this page previously, and 15% inspired by “Detroit: Become Human”, and “Futurama”
Fact: One of the previous stories pissed me off so much, I decided to write the story you are now reading out of sheer spite, except I had to scrap a few things so it wasn’t too long. Also, that story in particular was really good, I just didn’t like the whole “Ambitious/Bloodthirsty” robot uprising thing. And yes, I know, I can’t come up with my own characters, so I just yoinked a couple of obscure ones.
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In the small confines of a bustling city, there are people that you see and don’t pay attention to, and then there people who stick out like a sore thumb, not always exceptional but they were almost always people of certain races, but not the type of race separated by skin color, it would also consist of people that seemed to resemble various creatures found throughout the world, almost like human hybrids. Different cultures would often have different species with different practices and abilities, but despite all these difference, they're all still part of one class, all known as: “Mortals”.
This was to separate them from an artificial race, known as “Hollows”, who were originally made as “robot” workers, but would eventually earn themselves a social role in the world due to the constant amounts of improvements that were made that made them almost mortal. Some would pursue art if they are granted freedom, and others are permanently bound to serve the people that own them the day that they are born. While possessing what one would typically call ‘sentience’, or the ability to think freely or have emotions, they were always held lower than mortals due to the nature of their origins.
There is a street like all the others that can be seen nowadays, with this one sits a neon lit diner with a sign depicting a coffee cup bearing two adorable cartoon eyes painted above the building, labeled: The Usual Diner. Inside is Sally, a typical hybrid with pink skin, a little tail above at her waist, and a pair of glasses. She owned the diner for only 2 months, and made enough to sustain herself while having no employees under her. She always got the same few customers every now and then, but one would always catch her eye. Today was the same, open at 9, then wait 4 hours til customers come, or Jade appears.
Jade was a military grade android. He had a solid green body with a black stripe on his waist, and a head that can be compared to that of a motorcycle helmet, but instead of two eyes and a face there would be a solid black screen with one glowing red eye that would change and move to his action. Sort of like how a person would raise an eyebrow and look back at someone who made a rude comment. Apart from slightly larger wrists, Jade has no special or apparent features, but the green made him stand out like a hand in a beehive, which was the reason he was painted green. Everyone could tell he was army grade, but not alot of people knew his job or rank, aside from that he had some free time during the afternoon, and would leave as soon as he got buzzed, which barely happened.
“Hey Sally, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Jade worked out as he strolled into the diner with a worried look. Sally could tell something was up. “Oh did you want to do something today?” Jade slowly crossed one leg over another before responding. “Nono… well, maybe.. But I had a tiny schedule change, and was wondering if I could do some work here part time? Like as an assistant, or waiter, or something, cause I want something to do while i’m here.. You can trust me.”
Jade was very nervous today, and Sally understood that he really just wanted to spend some time outside of his living quarters. “Well, If you're gonna stay here more, then of course. I can have you do a few things today as practice before you leave.”
Jade seemed surprised at this, but it seemed like he had something else to say since he went back to looking down.
“Ya mind if I use your bathroom too?” Jade spoke, Which actually made Sallys’ ears perk up a bit. “Sure thing”, she responded before he calmly walked to the bathroom. She had an idea, and she wanted to make this first day be the beginning of something new. When he got back, she had a little marker, and drew a little bowtie on him, since he would be taking orders, and then sat him down.
“Heh, cute right?” She remarked as he gave a thumbs up.
While discussing this She persuaded him to try a new brand of apple cider made for the season, as she knew he would be all over it. He always had something to say, it was almost like a passion. She drank with him so that it could seem like she agreed, but she barely paid attention.
While he talked about his view of… something she didn’t think of important, she started daydreaming, and soon she couldn’t stop thinking about the image of him kneeling on the floor, shaking. “Could you please, please please let me use the bathroom Sally?”, she heard him mutter before a puddle of urine started to spread around him in an unrealistic manor, before she jumped at the sound of the motion sensor at the entrance.
It was 2 p.m, and someone had entered the diner, and as Jade took their order, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she could have him do. She was overwhelmed with the possibilities that he could bring, and after all, he was willing to do so much for someone if it’d help. One would call him a walking dormant, but most people associated this with him being a Hollow.
As Jade swept the floor waiting for Sally to finish preparing dishes, he was happy to have a new role, and proceeded with the routine that Sally assembled in case she ever got to hire employees.
The day continued with more and more customers walking in and leaving with good reviews to write. There were a few tables, with people of varying ethnicity, a hybrid couple who both resemble birds, a couple single parties of humans, a small amount of police who happened to be on break, and absolutely no Hollows in sight. Everyone was either waiting for or eating their food, and would comment about Jade being military before cracking a few lighthearted jokes, some not so nice. Whenever Sally got a good look at her new waiter, she would think of the liquid slowly filling up his tank as he refilled glasses with water as the patrons requested. Today she didn’t care as much if the food was on time, since there were alot more people to maintain, and continued with this process for two hours
But as the day went on, she became well aware of the capacity of her own internal tank, and winced in frustration, since she tried to keep this out of the equation, as it could get Jade thinking about using the guest bathroom while she was away. This would also ruin some of the pleasure that she had been craving before, since she wouldn’t get herself “over the edge” as easily.” She felt obligated to clamp herself shut, as was certainly bearable.. For the time being, She distracted herself with all the work she was doing, but she hadn’t realized the strain she was causing her poor bladder by walking from each side of the room. Come to think of it, Jade might be feeling the same thing.
It was 4 p.m and Jade had entered the kitchen with his legs forced together using his hands to hold 2 stacks of empty trays, and 5 glasses, he placed them down and began to approach her. She knew what was coming, so she made sure to cut him off. “Thanks, do you mind taking out the trash after you deliver these to table seven?” He didn’t get a chance to speak to words he needed to get relief, and all he could respond with was: “Sure”, before he followed her orders. She knew that Jade would have to make room in between his bathroom break, cause he’d have to maintain the diner so the patrons could have a good time at the diner.
Sally was eyeballing him now, whenever he entered the kitchen he would be too busy to rest, and lean against a wall for a second with a leg crossed over another while he thought she wasn’t looking. Occasionally someone would drop their food, and he’d have to rush to their aid and say: “Do you need me to clean that up?”, before he would have to stop what he was doing, and fetch some paper towels. Sally made sure to have him ask about what they thought about the dishes so she could stall him more while they both shifted behind the counter, away from the others gaze. As a hybrid with mantis-like appendages stretched her arms out, she “accidentally” knocked over a tray full of drinks that Jade had procured, and as Sally watched, she was a lot more aware of need, and held herself with both of her hands. She wanted to use the bathroom, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how Jade felt the same way, so she intently watched him sweep up the glass with both hands while rapidly tapping his foot as Sally rubbed the crotch of her jeans.
She didn’t even realise she was sweating profusely, her hair was becoming disheveled, while her cleavage spread thin drops of moisture on the inside of her shirt, as her armpits were beginning to drench her sleeves. She only realised her mistake when sudden drops of liquid found its way into her panties, she feared the worst, but quickly shrugged it off as sweat or something. The more she thought about liquids, the more she realised that she couldn’t just pleasure herself while Jade was still as dry as a bone. Had she been right about the stain on her panties, she would’ve worried a lot more.
It was Six p.m, and almost all of the customers had left, she felt a bit relieved that most of the day was gone, but she was close to losing it, and her lust for Jade's accident had made her plight downright unbearable. She felt little dribbles of urine seep into her now dried panties and already knew her chance at relief would have to be soon, all she had to do was wait till Jade couldn’t…
*THUD*
The door swung open, and there stood Jade without the bowtie that had been drawn on that morning.
“It's closing time soon, ya think anybody will come?” Jade muttered with a few jiggles behind the counter, she knew he was desperate since his legs would squeak whenever they collided.
Sally responded with a realistic “No” before she realised that she didn’t have much time left before one of them lost it, cause after all, he had drank so much more than her! He drank at least 5 cups, and he had coffee before that.. Or was she thinking of herself?
She didn’t even notice how thirsty she was after having only drank all that cider earlier, but the thought of water could make her bladder explode.
…..
Jade would’ve offered to help her clean the kitchen, which she surely would have had him do, but she already wiped the place down in order to distract herself from her now “way past full” bladder.
Sally was desperate, to pee, and for a solution.
She didn’t feel like her bladder was gonna burst anymore, cause it was making some room, and was overflowing as she felt herself start to sweat again. This time however, the sweat had made shiver so suddenly, that a short stream of piss bypassed her now soaked undergarments. She stemmed off the stream, but it still trickled down her legs, and was now travelling long past her thigh, hopefully not leaving any noticeable stains. If she squeezed her crotch TOO hard, she’d run the risk of having the urine leave wet patches on the front of her jeans like an imprint, leaving her in visibly ruined pants for anyone outside to see. There was also a chance he still didn’t know of her plight
“Sally? Are you alright, cause your sweating harder than a gymnast right now…” Jade was observant, that eye of his can see through any little lie.
Sally needed to hold herself out of sight, somewhere to pee-dance her heart out.
“Um.. Jade I need you to do the dishes while I count the cash we made today…”
Jade immediately responded before she could leave. “You have already done the dishes, hell, the kitchen is spotless! I knew you were a neat freak, but….”
She was out of options.
“But-
“And the amount of cash we made today was over twelve hundred dollars”
“B-b-but what if someone needs a to-go box, or a b-bill, or the floor needs sweeping?!” She nervously said as she bounced her leg up and down repeatedly to keep her dam from bursting.
Jade was confused, because he had already done those VERY things through and through
As
She
Requested
“Sally, I already cleaned the dining area, and I collected everyones pay. You can ask them, they're still hanging out in the dining area.”
Sally was speechless. She completely forgot why she even started this ‘hold’ in the first place, it completely backfired, but she still felt the urge to stall him, among other things.
“By the way, I really have to use the bathroom, do you mind if I go on break?”
Sally snapped back. “No! It's broken! No... It's not meant for robots.. I mean Hollows! I’m sorry.”
Jade knew something was going on. “You mean the employee bathroom?” She hesitantly managed to mutter, “Yes, that one.” Right before he followed it with, “I was talking about the GUEST bathroom, since I am still technically not legally hired yet.”
She nodded her head to say ’Yes’.
Big mistake, she had now cornered herself.
Jade was now right up against the counter separating the two, with his legs far apart to invoke how serious he was,and placed both of his hands on it. “You mean the bathroom I used this morning?? Are you saying this place got renovated while I took out the trash a few hours ago? Cause I don’t think, that makes ANY… I don’t believe that makes sense.”
Sally was dumbfounded, and scared. As Jade opened the small gate right next to him he saw what can only be described as: “A lonely harlet masturbating to the sight of her Hollow slave who she will not grant a measly bathroom break.”
Sally felt a few jets of urine settle at the bottom of her rump. As Jade calmly walked over to the employee bathroom to relieve himself, leaving the door partly open so she could hear him release his fluids into the toilet bowl, he expected her to watch him, but he didn’t even know about her desperate situation. When the stream stopped she looked in, and saw him looking at her through the mirror, his eyes were now redder than ever. “I hope you enjoyed the show.” He blatantly spoke, before walking back out to meet her.
She thought things couldn’t get any worse, but he grabbed her sticky hand from her soaked cold crotch, and walked her through the dining area to the exit as people gained at the piss streaks coming down the back of her thighs while she tried to plug her faucet shut with her less dominant hand.
When they got outside on the sidewalk, the stream stopped, but the pain got worse, the pain was just too unbearable to keep at bay for any longer.
Jade wanted to make sure that when he left, he would be gone immediately, so the street naturally left a lot of options for him, he didn’t actually think about how people were what was about to unfold.
“Do You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?”
Those words hammered in the last nail, a metaphor for the nail that she felt would’ve popped her bladder. She felt the claminess of her crotch fade as she felt it flood with a hot boiling liquid that started descending down her legs, as the sound of hissing and pitter-patter of liquid could be heard. She looked down in horror as the front of her pants was getting completely covered in a sheet of urine, a dark patch of wetness spreading in almost every direction but up. Her juices were draining from her pant legs, through the fabric, forming a large puddle at her feet, that spread to around a foot in radius. At this she should’ve felt relief, but she only felt a large lingering pain in her exercised bladder, and absolute shame, as her knees collapsed into the puddle, causing it to spread further vertically. It took 4 whole minutes for her bladder to drain completely, while the puddle had expanded to 1 meter.
Dozens of heads started to turn before going back to their usual, and many would leave with a picture of this scene. Sally was silently crying before Jade broke the silence. “Do I need the whole story to understand what's going on here?”
She was only able to choke a few words. “N-no! I-I-I, i’m sorry, I wasn’t…”
Jade cut her off for the last time. “Then I’m sorry that you got the worst of this situation.”
“Jade, n-no.. You c-can’t b-b-b-be sorry, you still don’t under-s-stand… I’m the one who did this! I-I i’m..” She protested.
“Than let's talk. Inside.”
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Author’s Note: I decided to scrap the entire ending I planned out, it would be a nice, and pleasant ending, and I hope this submission gets through in time if there's a deadline, also, yes I copy pasted this from a Google document, so it's highlighted with white |
Here's my next submission~
"Goddamnit, Lana, why do we only have one bathroom in this office?"
"Because, Riley, if you hadn't noticed, we're not exactly swimming in requests here!"
Looking around the office, if one could call it that, and it was impressive there was even a bathroom at all in the run-down building. They operated in the East Block, on the outskirts near the outer wall. It wasn't safe, it wasn't quiet, and it certainly wasn't a good place for business. Nor did their operation look particularly organized. Weapons were piled up in one corner, large, thick tomes and spellbooks were stacked in the other, notes and seals written in arcane runes were strewn haphazardly across the desk, and the only system for documentation seemed to be an old PC missing its side panel, with wires sticking out here and there.
Lana was sitting at the computer, typing away aggressively as she glared over at the red-haired woman squirming in front of the occupied bathroom, "We only have 3 Regulators, including me, so we can only accept C and D level sanctions from the government. Everything else has to be client-based, but no one wants to trust a company that doesn't have the manpower to handle their shit. You're still working on your qualifications, but even then, that's only 4. We can't make money without more Regulators, but I can't hire more Regulators without money."
Riley didn't need to no about, nor care about her boss's money problems, she just wanted to pee. She squrimed desperately in front of the door and banged on it, "Hey, Xaven, you've been in there for 20 minutes, what the hell are you doing?"
A groan and the sound of retching was her only answer.
"Dumbass is probably hungover. Again," Lana scoffed, "I'd fire him, but despite his bad habits he's pretty much the strongest one of us. Except maybe-"
"Marisa is back in the house!"
The office doors swung open and a young woman with long blonde hair, a low-cut top, a short skirt and long boots entered. Over her shoulder was a sac that was suspiciously stained red, and strapped to her back was a comically large rifle.
"Alas, the beast, she is no more. I helped them ward up the outer barriers too," Marisa announced, "We can call up Mr. I-want-to-build-a-mansion-in-the-worst-possible-place-ever and tell him he's good to go."
"Thanks, now go put that thing away before it starts to stink up the whole office. Again."
"Hey! That was the one time!"
"Two," Lana shot back instantly, "You're forgetting about the manticore."
"That thing smelled like death BEFORE I cut it's head off, that's hardly fair," Marisa frowned, "At least let me go to the bathroom first."
"Get in line," Riley half laughed, half whimpered. She was dancing around a little more frantically now, and it was clear she was getting pretty desperate.
Lana wanted to comment that Riley was on work hours and getting paid right now, but she at least empathized enough with the poor girl that she bit back the reprimand. Lana herself was also in need of the bathroom. She hadn't gone since she got there today and between her exhaustion and stress she had gulped down a few cups of coffee that were starting to get to her. Still, she had a bunch of emails to write, requests to file, people to call, and if she could be bothered, she might even clean up the office a little.
She might have to. She looked over at Riley and Marisa standing there. Marisa looked more annoyed than anything, but Riley really looked like she was in trouble. She was bouncing from foot to foot, openly holding herself as she desperately banged on the door again.
"Xaven, hurry up in there, I've gotta go!"
No response, and Lana wondered if Xaven passed out. Either way, there was little she could or was willing to do.
"H-h-here's your coffee."
Lana turned around at the sound of the soft voice and spotted their latest intern, Mira. A girl fresh out of high school who was looking into the arcane arts as a college major, and wanted to find a relevant job for the experience and money. She was hopelessly shy. Lana wondered if she had been standing there silently, hoping Lana would notice her amidst the chaos.
"Oh, thank you," Lana smiled, taking the cup and taking an unneeded sip. Her bladder whined in protest as she added to the growing liquid inside of her. She shuffled her legs in her seat and leaned forward uncomfortably. Still, whether she was sitting here writing emails or standing behind Marisa and Lana, she'd have to wait the same amount of time. Might as well get some work done.
"Oh god, I can't hold it!" Riley whined, "Lana please, can I run to the store real quick. If I keep waiting for Xaven to get out of the bathroom I think I'm gonna..."
She trailed off, but it was obvious what she was going to say. She was shaking in place by now, legs buckled as she leaned against the wall desperately. Lana wasn't even sure if she'd make it to the store, but if the poor girl thought she could, there was no harm in letting her try.
"Hold on," Marisa placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and stepped forwards, "I got this."
She raised a slender leg, wincing slightly as she did so, and practically kicked the door in. It swung open and slammed against the wall, and a half-dead looking man with white hair looked up at her weakly.
"Quit hogging the toilet. If you want to vomit, do it outside in the bushes," Marisa sighed, "And next time don't come to work like this."
"S-sorry," Xaven hobbled out of the bathroom and took three uneasy steps before his face turned green. He rushed outside, likely to take Marisa's advice, and the blonde-haired woman wiped her hands off now that she had taken care of the situation.
"Thank you!" Riley nodded, rushing into the bathroom immediately. The office was small and the walls sanctioning off the single-person restroom were thin, so the sound of the red-haired woman finally relieving herself echoed across the entire office. Lana squirmed under her seat, the mental image of Riley peeing forcefully into the toilet bowl forced her to stop typing and grab herself with one hand. She shook her legs back and forth, and looked over at Marisa.
Marisa was bobbing up and down uncomfortably now. She wasn't one to outwardly show many signs of desperation unless she was absolutely bursting, but it seemed like the sound of Riley peeing was getting to her. She began to shuffle her legs back and forth and tapped a foot impatiently on the ground as she waited for the bathroom to be free.
After what seemed like ages, Riley finished up in the bathroom and the sound of peeing was replaced with the sound of her washing her hands. Marisa drew in a sharp breath as her legs buckled. She was clearly in worse shape than she had been letting on earlier, and Lana suspected that her forceful eviction of Xaven from the bathroom was more than a courtesy to Riley. She actually jammed her hands between her legs, and inched closer to the door, waiting impatiently for the bathroom.
Finally, Riley emerged, letting out a sigh of relief. She was surprised to see Marisa crowding her right outside the bathroom door, and even more surprised when Marisa unceremoniously shoved past her and pushed her out, practically slamming the door behind her. A few muffled curses later, and once again the office was filled with the sounds of pee forcefully striking the toilet bowl and splashing into the water basin. Even more embarrassingly, Marisa was a loud, boisterous person in all things. When she talked, when she fought, and apparently when she peed. A loud moan of relief escaped the bathroom, and Riley blushed as she shuffled back to her workstation.
Lana winced as a wave of sympathetic desperation over her. She wanted that same relief, and now. She could feel her bladder sitting like a swollen balloon. Now that the bathroom was going to be free soon, she was more desperate than ever.
I can wait, I can hold it. I just gonna wait for Marisa to finish.
Marisa's pee took longer than Riley's, likely due to her larger frame and much larger bladder. By the time the sound of Marisa's peeing tapered off, Lana was full-on holding herself in her seat, her work forgotten. She waited impatiently for Marisa to stop, and nearly leaked when the the sound of running water started up. Marisa took particular care to wash her hands properly, which only prolonged Lana's relief.
Finally, Marisa emerged, and Lana waited for her to step out of the bathroom calmly before rising from her seat. Despite her desperation, she tried to maintain a calm demeanor. However, almost immediately, Mira bowed her head and rushed towards the bathroom, with both hands jammed between her legs. Apparently she had been too shy to wait in line, but she had to go quite badly.
The sound of Mira peeing was too much for Lana, and she knew she had pushed herself a little too far. If she had been standing in the line the whole time, she'd be fine, but she didn't trust her body to last until Mira finished up. Without saying anything, she rushed outside, barreling past Xaven, who was still pale-faced but otherwise looking a little better.
She rushed around to the back of the office building, hiking up her skirt and dropping her panties and leggings. She didn't have time to squat before pee exploded out of her, and she lowered herself to the ground as she peed. Her urine shot out of her so forcefully it splashed against the wall of the building, running down and pooling before getting soaked up by the dirt below. The bushes did a good enough job of hiding her from a distance, not that there was anyone around to see her, but Xaven was another matter. He had been standing right there, and while his head was turned now, Lana was sure that he had seen the start of her near-accident.
She let out a relieved sigh and continued to pee, savoring the relief as her bladder emptied itself onto the wall of the office building. She looked down at her panties and leggings. They were mostly dry, but she had splashed them when she started peeing before she had fully squatted, so they bore some unsightly wet patches that she sighed at. That was really too close.
Her flow finally trickled off and she let out another satisfied sigh. She pulled her underwear back up, wincing slightly in discomfort at the feeling of the wet spots against her skin, but brushed them off as she lowered her skirt and headed back into the office. Xaven gave her a questioning glance, which earned him a rough punch to the arm.
"This was your damn fault," Lana accused, "Seriously, next time you come to work this hung over, I'm docking your pay."
"Fine, fine, sorry," he replied, though Lana figured he had no intentions of restraining his alcohol intake before work. That was fine by her, though. If he kept doing it, she could start saving the money out of his pay to build the office another restroom.
- The End -
Edited October 31, 2020 by Railgun-sama
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Author's Note: If I say I'm “Confident” in something, don’t trust me. Cause I remember being confident about that last story which was a dumpster fire. This story has a tiny bit of the same world elements, but is a lot more established and will only include descriptions if you won’t get it at first glance. My last story was gonna be a love story/drama, but I fucked up royally, by submitting it as a “short” story, and having to cut it down in the worst way I could. The purpose of this story was to display some “originality”, which would’ve been hard to believe judging from the last story.
Now lets eat some quality fucking chicken.
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It was a fairly smooth ride, sitting in the back of a dirty old hover car. Sharlans’ driver was fairly quiet, up until the end of the ride, where they chirped up, disturbing Sharlan from a short slumber.
“Oi!
*clap*
*clap*
*clap*
“Hey! Wake up toots, we’re at ye destination.” He proclaimed, while holding out his hand. Sharlan rearranged her limp body, and lazily handed him a card where he would swipe on a small keypad fixed to the side of the steering wheel.
*Ding*
She stepped out and got a whiff of the place. It smelled of motor oil and food scraps. Sharlan was concluding a short trip out of state, and more specifically off country, and finally arrived at the airport. Catching a glimpse through the window, She took a look at her wristwatch, and called for her “P.H.A”, which stood for: “Personal handheld A.I”.
“Phail, do you know when my flight leaves? The clock on my watch looks a bit different from the one displayed on that clock inside the lobby.” She spoke in a groggy voice.
Phail took a short pause before the 3 small lines on screen, rearranged to look like a panicked face. “I’m so sorry Shar! I completely forgot about daylight savings time this year. I was probably recharging while it happened, but you still have at least 45 minutes to spare.”
But Sharlan was only a little panicked, as she knew that if she rushed it, she imagined she could still end up waiting for 10 minutes. If luck was on her side, maybe she could grab some food.
She grimoused a bit. “I think i’ll make it. And Phail, would you mind calling one of the built in restaurants and get me a pretzel? I heard the tea here is really good too.”
“Right away.”
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After that power nap in the car, and her well deserved snack, everything practically flew by, she felt so sure of herself that she forgot about the slight pressure in her abdomen. It was most likely the result of the power nap to the airport disagreeing with the morning coffee she had prior, effectively numbing any sensations. The tea she consumed more recently was aiding in its descent.
While boarding the craft she felt a tiny jolt of pain in her bladder, the tea had started to join the coffee inside of her internal tank. “Shit, I knew I should’ve skipped coffee today.” She thought, as she most likely would have finished her nap on the plane.
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From the outside, the aircraft looked like two blimps carrying a picnic basket, and as it began its takeoff, large metallic wings sprouted from each side and started to flap up and down rapidly. Sharlan shifted in her seat while the large compartment shook back and forth, before the rotors activated and completed its takeoff.
Once finished, Sharlan got up from her seat and tried to access the stairwell to the upper floor, but the console that opened the door was acting moody and refused her access while she and a few others jiggled in place.
“Unbelievable. how does one forget the term for bathroom?” One grumbled, before they all sat down in their extremely spacious seats.
Sharlan lifted her leg over the other, which complemented her modest hips that didn’t wanna stop fidgeting. She placed a hand on her crotch while she felt the remainder of the tea fill up the rest of her bladder, and tried to wait for the hour to end.
While waiting, she noticed a curvy robotic stewardess tread about the place pouring people tea, while rapidly fanning her legs in and out, doubling over with each cup filled. Sharlan eyed each cup, as the small steamy stream filled them to the brim, making her think the cups would overflow with liquid prompted a spurt in her work pants. “She must be holding a gusher.” Phail piped, startling Sharlan with his presence.
“Phail, don’t do that. I have to piss wicked bad so I’m trying to keep my composure, and in public nonetheless...” She whispered.
Phail finished ogling the stewardess, before he decided to give Sharlan his advice on the matter In a monotone voice.
“Perhaps since we were in Neo England, the console most likely misunderstood your request. Perhaps you should use different terminology, such as: ‘Use the loo’, or ‘Lavatories’.”
Several women in the neighboring aisles heard him say this, before they all swiftly rushed to the stairwell. Sharlan only processed this while she tried to contain the volume in her own bladder, which was starting to ache.
“Phail, you better not do anything else stupid today.” She whispered to him and she carefully hobbled out of her seat.
When they reached the top of the stairwell, they didn’t only find the bathroom that Sharlan desired, but the people who decided that their need was more important. The line didn’t stretch as far as one would imagine, but the bathroom was one person only, and everyone had to get their ID checked by two Hollow guards.
The mens room was out of her reach however, because the guards were strict about the order of things. And as she rapidly danced in place, the warmth in her panties was starting to chill, and had made her shiver. This shiver wouldn’t occur without forcing out a jet of urine at high pressure, making a sort of hissing sound before stopping. A small wet streak trailed down her work pants, appearing with a shine. She doubled over as a droplet of urine fell to the floor, forcing her to cross her legs while rapidly swaying her voluptuous hips from side to side.
The crotch of her pants was dampened and left a noticeable stain, but she just wanted relief, so she tiptoed over to the mens room.
“I’m fairly certain you’re not a man.” One spoke with a glare.
She inhaled before choking out. “You never even saw my ID! I just need to get in there…”
The second one snarled before delivering a somewhat cheeky response.
“We just wanna keep our jobs, and it’s not our fault you Mortal females take so long in there. At least we don’t make someone else clean up our-”
*psssssss*
A very audible hissing could be heard as Sharlan voided the boiling contents of her bladder, staining her pride as well as her clothing. Several streams would trail down here knees before hitting the floor with a sharp pitter-patter. The line continued their desperate dance before looking back at her, who each made a solid attempt at a hold. The puddle under her began to grow, before Sharlan ran back down the stairs with her head hung low. She took off her dress shoes under the bottom staircase as she finished emptying her compromised bladder, but not before leaving a very large trail of urine that followed her path. A large and shiny wet patch now stained each side of her work pants, and she was forced to walk down the large aisle with the rest of the passengers. Red faced, she sat back down in her seat and attempted to endure the shameful 30 minutes. The mechanical stewardess did not enjoy the image of Sharlans’ accident to say the least, and continued to bounce back and forth while more passengers continued to abuse her bouncing bladder with all of their requests.
Phail however, was content with his place in the world as he gazed upon each sight with a sort of lust. Phail now eagerly waited to see the results of all the stewardess’s hard work. As he documented his findings to his memory bank.
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Author’s Note: The constructive criticism really helped out, and It is essential for those like me
HOWEVER...
I won’t be able to find every grammar/spelling mistake, cause get real. Also I wrote these with the intent of rewriting them on a separate forum with the original concepts that I would’ve included to expand it. My intent is to make a series/set of stories revolving around this world of humans, anthros, and robots since I wanna have more creative freedom with my work, but I do also understand that people won’t automatically understand my Hollow/Mortal series. Down the line, I might even include sketches, but that will be long from now, as I do not plan to write a story each round. The idea of robot omo doesn’t need explanation btw.
Also, its da fucking future why does I need 2 explane y ther is magic and robots, curvy voluptuous woman, and curvy voluptuous magic robot women having 2 piss.
BINYOT PLS |
Okay, I saw this and knew I just HAD to participate. I noticed that the contest hadn't had any entries in a while, so... at least, I thought I might as well give reviving it a shot.
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A trio of women stand in a small dorm building. Among them is Sophia, her roommate Naomi, and her girlfriend Hazel. Of the three, Hazel has just finished gulping down a one-liter bottle of water, one of two they have each been assigned. With a stroke of her soft and strong arms, it is tossed towards the recycling bin, which it misses by about a mile. "Damn, Zizi, have you considered joining the NBA?" Sophia speaks up, her tone sarcastic and whimsical. "sIIIIIgh, yes, yes I have soph." Sophia had finished her two bottles a while ago, but Naomi, being a slow drinker- the kind who has to pause every five seconds and take the bottle away from their mouth to swallow- is still not even halfway done with the second bottle.
Hazel has been leading this celebration, being the one with the most spunk and vitality. In a long-sleeved crop top and a thigh-length skirt, the curvaceous lady looks like the stereotypical "hot girl" trope, but she's actually the brains of the trio, gifted at topics close and necessary to her major field of psychology. Sophia is a psychology major too- in fact, they all are- but she doesn't get grades nearly as high as the once-valedictorian. She's a bit thinner than Hazel, but more importantly is she absolutely tiny. The same height as she was when she was 12, Sophia is easily the one with the most concentrated fuck off in her demeanor, reflected by her black leggings, band shirt, and various gothic accessories including a shiny niobium lip ring. Finally, Naomi, wearing fairly tight dress pants and a is the most heavyset and jockish of the three as part of the women's football team. While she is quite nice, much like Sophia she buries her softer side under a layer of hysterical sass. This makes Naomi the funniest of the three, bar none.
These three girls couldn't seem more different, but they all had one thing in common: They all love to hold in their pee, for hours on end, only to let it all spill out into their clothes when they were done. That would be happening today, as Hazel had just set up their first holding contest, or at least the first with all three of them. All of them had been instructed to go pee in the evening last night and then not go again until about now, which was about 5:00; fortunately, none of them had any classes at the time. By their calculations, with their already full bladders and the rapid intake of large amounts of water, none of them will still be full by 6:00. Sure enough, Hazel and Naomi bounce lightly, and all three of them have their thighs quite close.
"Just so you guys know, when I win I'm not helping clean up." A blatant lie from Sophia, of course she'll clean up. And frankly... She's not so sure she'll win either, already feeling the effects of the water on her poor bladder... So too do Hazel and Naomi begin to fill up quicker and quicker. In particular, Hazel attempts to deflect: "pshh, of course you will, soph." Finally, Naomi, normally quiet, speaks up. "I'd hate to rain on your fun times, but can we actually do something to keep ourselves occupied, or are we just going to stand here like those weird pissing fountains? just asking." a glow quickly appears in Hazel's eyes, which is intercepted by Sophia. "Let me guess, Zizi. Desperate Mario Kart?"
Hazel throws the disk in the Wii U and turns it on. "of course, soph! You all know the rules." "Ughhhh." The rules are that whoever comes in last has to get a drink of water. And no peeing, obviously. Despite their grumpiness, Hazel could look at her friend and partner and see that both of them were clearly having fun... Eventually, though, the match was decided, and Naomi came in last. "Fuck, i already have to piss, this is like donating to Jeff Bezos." She gladly takes the water and gulps it down, her desperation mounting. Watching Naomi express this, Hazel herself feels her bladder act up, having to keep still for several seconds to hold it back... She glances over at Sophia, and her heart flutters when she sees that she, too, seems to be displaying subtle signs of desperation, showing visible restlessness and a tightness to her thighs characteristic of desperation. Gosh, Sophia is so cute, she thinks...
Hazel loses the second game, and by now, she's not holding it back much longer. Sophia looks over at her with a deep blush painted across her face, her girlfriend's bladder clearly visible against the waistband of her skirt, not at all hidden by her crop top. Naomi looks quite desperate too, not taking the first cup of water quite well, letting a hand lie between her sizeable thighs and bouncing as she watches Hazel take the second cup of water... She quickly boots up the next game, and initially gets a good start. However, a bladder spasm hits her, causing her to smack into the wall. "losing control there, Hazel my buddy? Now clearly in last place, she tries her best to catch up, and she can even tell that Sophia and Naomi aren't playing at their best; Sophia, in particular, is thin enough that her bladder bulge is quite noticeable by now. The lust inside her from seeing her girlfriend, plus a third cutie, so desperate combines with her own desperation to prevent her from making any headway, though, and sure enough.. Again, Hazel ends up in last place. Sophia confidently gets up, pouring a third cup of water... it makes a distinct tinkling sound as it splashes into the cup, pouring gently out of the bottle in a nice stream... Hazel watches this, and she can barely hold back any more. She stands up, a hand buried between her luscious thighs, and takes it in hand, gulping it down... That's when her limit breaks.
Water, as it goes into Hazel, comes right back out the other end, staining her skirt and panties as she gulps the water down. She drops the cup as she opens her legs, letting out an orgasmic sigh from the sheer relief, the artificial light of the room glistening off of her stream and the drops slowly crawling down her beautiful, smooth thighs... Naomi, watching Hazel make such a gorgeous mess as a powerful stream bursts through her panties, exclaims as she, too, feels wetness downstairs. "oh my god fuck fuck fuck-" Trying so hard to hold it back, Naomi is unable to restrain herself due to the sight of Hazel letting go of such a responsibility. Just thirty seconds after Hazel loses control, she too squats down as a dark patch quickly forms around her dress pants, streaming through and forming a second puddle on the floor.
And yet, while Hazel and Naomi concede, Sophia still stands proud, her bladder a champion among women. "Oh my god, you two-" Her cheeks lit up like it's Christmas, Sophia bends backwards and buries both her hands inbetween her legs, seeing no reason to stop trying to hide it. She has to piss BAD. "You're really going to do this to me right now, huh." "Soph, we couldn't control it!!" Sophia hobbles forward slowly towards Hazel, waiting for her to finish peeing. The stream lasts for thirty more torturous seconds, before it finally tapers to a stop... At that point, Sophia shoves Hazel aside, standing in the puddle of her girlfriend's pee. She opens her legs to shoulder length, and just as it seems like nothing is going to happen, a thick stream of pee bursts out from between Sophia's legs, through her black leggings. It combines with the puddle to make it enormous, almost as wide as Hazel is tall.
The three of them now soaked and relieved, they all kind of just collapse against the beanbags or on the floor. Hazel, seeing the opportunity, reaches over to give Sophia a passionate smooch on the lips, pulling away after about seven seconds. "god... we should clean up..." None of them wanted to clean up, but the three of them did so anyways, each of them changing out of their soiled outfits and tossing them into plastic bags to clean later. Hazel and Sophia constantly sneak lustful looks at eachother as they mop up their pee, prompting Naomi to speak up: "well, i think now seems like a good time to leave you two to your own devices. the lust between you two is so tangible i could loose an arrow with it. see ya." Seeing nothing more to help with, Naomi struts out, and the two girlfriends are left together to their own devices.
Finally, Sophia wraps her arms around Hazel, giving her gentle cheeks on the back of the neck in response to the newfound privacy. "eager, aren't you, huh soph?" "Eager as hell, Zizi." From then on, they saw no point in putting clean clothes back on as they hopped into bed together.
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God i feel like this could be better, but.. I think for something that I decided to write three hours ago or something, it's pretty good! Impromptu writing practice is good for me, I think. If the contest is closed, I'll just fix this up and post it as a oneshot on the main fiction page. |
Not my writing. Saved from the now-deleted blog You Can Hold It Please. Reposted for @TheSenatesOmo.
Kyle was itching for the upcoming camping trip with three of his friends. It was the very end of August, and this was sure to be the final blowout that would close out the summer. They were going way up in the mountains, several hours away from the area they all lived. Not only did he love camping, but he also had developed a huge crush on one of the girls throughout their time at college together. The trip would include himself, David, Mia, and Lacey. Lacey had long, shiny brown hair. She had tan legs and, in Kyle’s opinion, a perfect body. Her big brown eyes sparkled when she got excited, and he had been dying to ask her out.
Finally that late August day came. Kyle was completely distracted on the drive up with Lacey’s outfit of short white shorts, hugging her hips just right, and a pink bralette that accentuated her ridiculously round breasts. She smelled like roses and talked about how much she had always loved camping. It also did not escape Kyle’s attention that Lacey had a blue Nalgene bottle that she was chugging. When they stopped to get gas, Lacey didn’t use the bathroom but did refill her water bottle.
Kyle was embarrassed that he noticed things like this so easily, but it was like he couldn’t help keep track of things like that. Especially if he already thought the girl was unbearably hot. He had lived with this fetish for as long as he could remember, and as soon as he saw a girl drinking copious amounts of water he couldn’t help picturing what could be the later effects and what it would be like if she couldn’t make it to the bathroom. He loved to fantasize about girls desperately trying to hold it, and just the thought was often enough to give him a boner. But he tried not to think about people in real life in those terms because it made him feel weird. On this trip, though, he couldn’t help it. Lacey was just so hot and - he had to swallow as he thought about it - they had already stopped for gas for the last time, and there was no way she wouldn’t need to pee during the hour drive between here and camp.
The group kept switching seats, so although Kyle and Lacey had started out side by side in the back seat, she was now riding shotgun with her tan legs on display as her feet sat on the dash. Kyle had the seat behind the driver’s seat and had a good view of Lacey’s gorgeous body. They had 55 minutes left to camp, and had just left that last gas station a half hour ago, when Kyle saw Lacey begin shifting in her seat. “It’s probably nothing,” Kyle told himself, adjusting his backpack onto his lap. The last thing he needed was for Mia to think he was a total freak, in case he got a boner. As he thought about just how much she had drank (two whole Nalgene bottles now, which are a liter each), combined with her small adjustments and constant shifting in her seat, his imagination was getting away from him. He felt himself getting a boner and was grateful he had moved the backpack when he did.
“Don’t you think, Kyle?” Someone was saying. This jerked him out of his thoughts of Lacey needing to pee. Kyle felt his face flush and cursed himself for getting so caught up. “Sorry, what?” He asked. David, who was driving, caught his eye and repeated, “I said we are going to miss the check in time if we don’t step on it and everyone was agreeing that we aren’t stopping again until we get there.”
Kyle’s mind was racing. He knew they probably weren’t going to stop, but to have it officially decided was another thing. “Yeah that makes sense,” he said somewhat hoarsely. Lacey adjusted again, lifting one leg and shifting her hips.
40 minutes away, Kyle was trying not to stare but Lacey was showing unmistakable signs of needing to pee now. The signs were subtle enough that only someone watching for them would notice - which Kyle was. She had one hand delicately holding the seatbelt away from its normal position digging into her abdomen. Her legs were rigidly pressed together now, and every few minutes she would jiggle her left leg as she stared out the window. She had also become more subdued, contributing far less to the conversation that was mainly between David and Mia at this point.
20 minutes to camp. Mia loudly declared that she had to pee again. Lacey quietly agreed with a small, “yeah.” David assured them that they were almost to camp, and added that they would miss the check in if they stopped now. “It’s fine, I can wait 20 minutes,” Mia said. Lacey said nothing. She was clearly shy about her growing need, but her back was mostly arched now and she had her legs tightly crossed. Kyle noticed that she seemed to have avoided doing so until absolutely necessary. He was rock hard beneath his backpack and also a little ashamed that the situation was turning him on so much.
10 minutes until camp, they hit a pothole and Lacey’s hand flew to her lap. She wiggled a hand between her legs and left it there.
5 minutes away now, Lacey was bouncing her crossed leg and holding herself tightly. Mia was also complaining openly, but Kyle couldn’t help focusing more on Lacey who clearly had to pee more and was less vocal about it. Lacey was not vocal at all, in fact - she hadn’t spoken whatsoever for the last 10 minutes and when she turned her head to see the camp opening sign, Kyle saw that she was gently biting her lip. Her brown eyes looked absolutely desperate. Kyle let out a low breath and could feel that his boxers were wet with precum. He didn’t know how he would get out of the car with no one noticing his issue, but he was also dying to see what happened with this situation.
Finally they pulled into a parking spot in front of the administrative building where they needed to check in. David was walking quickly to make sure he checked in before the deadline. Mia bound ahead too, her shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing as she declared that they’d better have a bathroom in this building. Lacey held back, walking slowly at a pace that Kyle suspected was all she could manage right now. Kyle held his backpack in front of himself to cover his hard on.
When they finally got inside a second after the other two, Mia was pointing the bathroom out to Lacey. “It’s a one stall, I’m gonna go first since I’ve had to go for longer but I’ll be quick,” she promised. Lacey awkwardly leaned against the wall and hugged her elbows. Her foot was jiggling almost imperceptibly, but she clearly didn’t want to make a scene by crossing her legs or holding herself. The two of them could hear Mia’s light tinkling through the thin walls. Kyle was making himself take deep breaths. He was afraid he might cum in his pants, as he took in the desperate expression Lacey was trying and failing to hide on her face, and considered how badly she probably wanted to at least hold herself. How badly she needed to go. He thought about coming up behind her, holding her against himself and gently, gently pressing down on her bladder -
Just then Mia came out. “All yours!” She said cheerfully, unaware of the torture she had been giving Lacey. It was here that Kyle most saw Lacey’s mask of composure slip as she ran into the bathroom. Seconds after the door hit, Kyle heard the most deliciously strong stream he had ever heard. It seemed to go on forever, and he thought again about how badly she had needed to go. “Wow, she really had to go,” Mia laughed, echoing his thoughts.
Lacey finally came out and was her normal cheerful self. The four went about all of the fun camping activities - tubing, swimming, listening to music, etc. Lacey looked incredible in her bikini, and Kyle wondered when he would work up the courage to ask her out. In the evening they roasted marshmallows around the fire.
All day Kyle had tried not to notice Lacey’s water intake or peeing or anything like that. He felt embarrassed about how turned on the ride down had made him. He couldn’t really help noticing most of it, but Lacey peed pretty regularly the rest of the day. The girl drank a lot of water though. That blue Nalgene never left her side, and she seemed to constantly be sipping it. Kyle couldn’t tell if she was too warm in the summer heat, or if it was some kind of nervous habit. Either way, there was no situation like that morning again, so he didn’t pay too much attention.
Until that evening. Kyle eyed Lacey gulping water from her second filled Nalgene around the fire. The four were staying in one tent that was already set up, and it was getting late. Lacey finished her water bottle and declared that she was beat. The others agreed, and everyone went to sleep. Kyle lay awake for about 20 minutes, hearing everyone’s even, steady breathing, and thinking about the fact that Lacey had just drank so much water before bed. Would she need to pee in the middle of the night or wait until morning? He told himself to stop thinking about it.
His question was answered when woke to the sound of someone hastily shoving their sleeping bag aside. He had always been a light sleeper, so the sound woke him right away. It confused him momentarily, and he almost called out asking if something was wrong because the noise sounded so erratic. But by the light of the moon, or early dawn - he didn’t know what time it was - he saw Lacey’s bouncing waves moving through his half-shut eyes. He still almost asked her if something was wrong when he heard a soft moan as she struggled to get out of her sleeping bag.
Oh.
My.
God.
He thought back to all the water she had drank, and his surprise that she hadn’t peed before bed. He woke hard, but he turned to steel as he heard her breaths - it sounded as though she was exercising heavily, or doing something that took a great deal of effort. She finally kicked out of her sleeping bag and was sitting on her knees with both hands between her legs. Lacey was wearing her bedtime pajamas of white lace shorts and a silky tank top. She was wearing white cotton socks, which now stuck out behind her as she tried to get ahold of herself. She had clearly woken up at such a desperate point that she didn’t have much time to make it to the bathroom or even outside. She was bouncing slightly on her knees, also not realizing she had woke anyone. “Oh God oh God,” she was whispering, barely perceptible, under her breath. Kyle was mesmerized as she furiously gripped and rubbed herself, trying to get ahold of her desperate need.
Finally she half stood in the small tent, immediately squirming and bouncing in place. Kyle was already soaking through his boxers with precum - Lacey was about five times more desperate than he had seen her that morning. She moved an inch at a time, moaning gently with the effort of holding her pee behind her peehole and keeping it from rushing out. As she approached the tent opening, Kyle considered following her outside. She was sure to wet herself any second. With his eyes half shut he watched her, breathing heavily.
She started to unzip the tent, and Kyle started to think about how he could reasonably follow her, when he heard Lacey gasp. “No no no no no,” she was moaning, and Kyle felt his cum start to hit the base of his shaft as he realized what was happening. Lacey had gotten the tent zipper stuck on the material after only managing to open it a couple of inches.
She furiously tried to rezip and unzip it again, but it was stuck good. She removed a hand from her crotch and tried to use both hands to release the material the zipper was stuck on, but she gasped and grabbed herself with both hands seconds later, bouncing up and down and moaning. Kyle was frozen and trying not to cum. “Holy shit,” he just kept thinking, “holy shit holy shit she’s really going to wet herself.”
Lacey kept struggling like this, with the cruel reality that she would need both hands to free the zipper. She just couldn’t do it. She was shaking and some part of Kyle felt like he should help her, but he just couldn’t move. In fact, he needed to stay still- he genuinely thought any movement would make him cum right then and there. Lacey gasped and froze, then again muttered, “oh no, no no!” As Kyle could just about not take it anymore, he saw it - rivers of pee were soaking her white shorts, revealing white cotton panties beneath them. She was already half crouched and was still holding herself, despite having lost the battle now. The pee made a distinct sound when hitting the tent floor, like rain falling on a tarp. Lacey gave up holding on halfway through and just crouched down, covering her face with her hands in clear humiliation. Kyle couldn’t hold on any more either, and with a shudder felt himself cumming in his pants. Meanwhile Mia and David were stirring now, and Mia said in a half-sleepy voice, “what’s going on?”
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I was nervous and excited as I walked from my hotel room. The first tinder date with Tim a week ago in the city had been awesome. We had been texting since then and seemed to be both quite happy to realise we both happened to have errands in a small town for this weekend. He was visiting relatives and I had a meeting with my union. We decided to meet Saturday around lunch time, to have a coffee in the park situated on a hill overlooking the city.
So there he was. Even more goodlooking than I remembered, and with the cutest smile on his face. The hug was a little nervous but still warm and electric. I wanted more of that, secretly I was also hoping for a kiss later on. When we checked the park cafés they were both closed for the season. No worries though, none of us were hungry after late and heavy breakfasts before, I was just thirsty and emptied the bottle of water I had with me, and then we decided to just stroll around the park. It was early October, leaves had started to fall from the trees, and the sky was grey, but still not cold. A great day for a date in the park.
As we started walking it took a while for our conversation to really float, but it didn´t matter, since the attraction was so obvious between us. After a while he took my hand. We kept walking, passed a playground, and then we sat down on a bench right at the track. Close. Legs and shoulders slightly touching each other, pounding hearts, his warm hand in mine. Some stupid jokes, some silly smalltalk, and then we looked at each other and there was no turning back. We started kissing. Finally. Wonderful. He was an awesome kisser, and he was fun and nice to talk to, everything that I´d seen so far was awesome, I wanted this guy.
Rest of the world had disappeared for a while, but then back to reality we realised we were sitting in a very busy part of the park. Families, teenagers, old people were passing by every 10 seconds. It didn´t match well with how intense it was getting between us, so we decided to keep walking, warm, smiling, hand in hand, talking more freely now, and stopping for another kiss every now and then.
My need to pee appeared kind of suddenly. The apple juice at the breakfast had been fantastic and I had been drinking a couple of glasses, together with the coffee, and then my water bottle. If we had been to that café, I would for sure have used the bathrooms. Now I didn´t think there were any open bathrooms in the park, but I didn´t worry about it, I used to be able to hold it for a long time, As long as we were walking it was no problem, only while standing still it was starting to get uncomfortable, so I didn´t think much about it. The more important thing on my mind was the fact that I was dying to make out with him more, preferably with a bit more privacy. There had to be some more secluded areas in the park. I think he knew I had that in mind as I suggested we´d keep walking. Soon we had almost been around the whole park. Then we both saw it, a bench off the track, almost hidden among the trees. Actually there was a track leading to it, but it was for some reason roped off with cordon tape.
We headed for that bench, paused to kiss again, walking across the leaves covered grass between the trees, and then all of a sudden I felt something warm in my underwear. What, did I leak? I was surprised. Thank god it was only a few drops. I must have forgotten to hold for a short moment, with too much else going on here... I considered to suggest we´d leave the park to find me some public bathrooms, but decided to wait. We were having such a good time, I didn´t want to interrupt it, I would have to after a while, but not yet. I thought sitting down would be more comfortable and buy some time for my full bladder, and now that I had my guard up, I wasn´t gonna leak anymore.
We sat down, and I realised it didn´t do much help for my desperation. It started to disturb me a lot, my legs bouncing a little bit, and I tried not to squirm when the waves hit me. It was hard to concentrate on our conversation and to distract Tim from noticing my condition, I put my arms around him and started kissing him. I got carried away with that great kiss and him touching me of course, but then I leaked again… Not the tiniest leak this time, I could feel it soak right through my jeans under me, and soon after that my bladder contracted and pushed again and my efforts to stop that spurt seemed useless, it just came out. Fuck. Panic. I was on a date with someone I really liked, and I was wetting myself! I couldn´t do anything about it, but squeeezing my legs and muscles tight together, trying to prevent myself from a total loss of control. At this moment I got seriously worried and quiet and he noticed it immediately.
“Hey, is everything allright” he said, at the very same moment that I once again felt a spurt in my pants, the warmth and wetness spreading under my butt, and he didn´t know a thing about it. I couldn´t look him in the eye. I was mortified. And he saw I was but didn´t understand. “Hey, I see there´s something going on, did I do something wrong? Are we going too fast?” I was feeling terrible about this, he was blaming himself for something he had nothing to do with. For fucks sake, I really liked him, he was hot and turned me on, and I would love to keep kissing and then probably ending up with him in my hotel room if it wasn´t for… damn, another gush in my pants, that I didn´t manage to stop for several seconds. I could now feel the whole bottom and underside of my thighs getting wet. Nervously I looked down at my crotch, but nothing really showed yet, and it helped that I was wearing dark jeans I guess. But while moving my legs a little bit apart I noticed how wet the bench was between them. I quickly pressed my thighs tight together again. Did he notice? No, he didn´t seem to. He just kept waiting for an answer of what was wrong. I mumbled something about my job, something I couldn´t let go thinking about, but I heard how it came out like a lame excuse, that he just pretended to believe to be polite.
It went silent. And awkward. I guess in an effort to try reaching out and connect with me again, he touched my leg, a move that just a while ago had given me shivers of the best kind, but now it terrified me. “You want me to stop?” he said, and I just shook my head. He said “I don´t get this, you seemed so relaxed and excited before, and now you´re all stiff, something must have happened. Is it really just your job thing? Come on, you can talk to me, or if you don´t want to, it´s still ok, I just don´t know how to deal with this now.”.
To see him so worried was even more painful than my aching bladder. I had to comfort him, but how? Should I just tell him, like “No nothing´s wrong, everything´s fine, the only problem is that I´m peeing my jeans right now as we speak?” No, I just couldn´t do that. But even if I didn´t tell him… there was no way i´d be getting out of this anyway without getting caught. The moment i´d be standing up from the puddle I created on the bench under me it would be obvious what had happened, and I probably also would flood my pants with what was still left in my bladder right in front of him.
His hand was once again on my thigh, moving closer, asking me again if it was ok, and I said yes. I wanted to stop him, but still I didn´t, and then I just resigned. If I couldn´t tell him he might as well find out, there was no other way this situation could end up anyway. My heart was pounding and I froze, as his hand slipped down under between my thighs and he suddenly stopped. He looked confused. “You´re wet”, he said, a little bit surprised, and then he paused for a while. I was blushing and staring in front of me. He had moved his hand away from me, and looked at me with concern. “Have you…. Have you wet yourself?” Damn. I was busted.
“I´m sorry” I mumbled, as another invisible 3 second stream of pee went right into my jeans. I was embarrassed, but at the same time so relieved. Still desperate like hell, but I had nothing to hide anymore. I could talk again. With an embarrassed smile I did my best to explain to him. How I didn´t want to interrupt things, and thought I would make it, how I never had been even close to wetting myself in my adult life before, how stupid I felt, that I just didn´t excuse myself right away, rather than ending up in this humiliating situation. All the while I was talking he just looked at me with some kind of amused and friendly face that somehow made me feel allright despite of all this. He said “ah it´s ok. It happens to anyone! Haha, no it definitely doesn´t! But it´s ok anyway!´”
And then he went silent, hesitating to say something, staring right at my crotch with a nervous smile.
“Can I feel it again?” He said. I first thought he was joking, why would he want to do that? But also, right as he said that I realised that not only was I embarrassed and soaking wet from my warm urine, there was also something else, another kind of hotness… I really couldn´t understand how and why, but the situation actually had turned me on! For the first time since we got to this bench I looked him straight in the eye, and with a surprised smile I said “If you really wanna do that, well, sure!” He put his hand between my legs, in under my wet crotch, and it felt good. Really good. He asked me if I still needed to pee, as if he couldn´t tell that from how tense my legs still were. I told him I did. He said “Go ahead”.
“Well, damage already done, I guess, “ I said, still doubting I would do it, but then my body decided for me, and I started going. First a little spurt, then much more. To finally release felt great. A river of warm pee went right through the fabric of my jeans and on to his fingers. I was wetting myself on his hand. I could tell by his deep sigh that it aroused him, and It had the same effect on me. When I was done we talked about it, laughed a little. And then I peed some more.
We finally stood up, both still a little bit confused and weirded out, but in a good way. I put my jacket around my waist, had him look at my back, and he said some wetness still showed below the jacket, on my legs, but not much. The bench had a huge wet spot though, it was wet all way up the back, and there was a little puddle in the sand underneath. The fact that it was supposed to rain this evening made me feel a little better about what I left behind.
I could feel the wetness of my pissed jeans with every step I took, and with that little secret we shared, we left the park. |
For this story, I had been posting all of the new entries into the original thread, rather than creating a new thread for each chapter. However the problem was that the original thread was labeled as part 1, so this may have caused confusion for some people. So here I will be reposting all of the previous chapters, and the new ones as well from here out.
The Legend of Zelda TP
Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 1
(I take no credit for the image. Artist: unknown.)
"...run...."
"....run!"
"RUN!!"
Ilia's eyes shot open, only to be greeted with more darkness. Had she been asleep? Why did she have a horrible pain at the back of her neck? Where was she....who was she? Ilia couldn't seem to remember any of these things, all she could remember was that voice she was dreaming of, "Run....RUN!" That was the only memory she really seemed to posses at the moment. Ignoring her apparent lack of memories, Ilia's mind shifted towards survival, she needed to figure out what was going on. She tried to move, but realized she could not stand, or even move her arms. A rough cut of rope held her tightly to a support beam inside of whatever building was serving as her prison. Ilia felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her, fear of the unknown, she knew nothing and could see nothing in the dark building, all she knew was that she was a captive, and that was a scary thought.
"H-hello?" Ilia managed to stammer, her voice small, "Is anybody there?" Her question was answered by the hideous sound of strange creatures whooping and howling, speaking a primitive language of various grunts and gurgles. One of the creatures loudly beat upon the door of Ilia's cell, indicating that she was to remain quiet. Ilia's heart jumped at the sounds, as her words choked in her throat.
After a few minutes, the initial paralyzing fear of the monsters gave way to a less crippling fear, a looming sense of dread. She knew that she had to somehow find a way out of here. Her eyes had now finally adjusted to the light; Ilia could faintly make out her surroundings, a derelict house with shattered windows. The broken windows were allowing trace amounts of moonlight to work their way into the room. Ilia could see that the room was completely bare, say for herself, and the support beam she was tied to.
For several minutes, Ilia struggled with her bindings, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Her arms were pulled behind her and wrapped around the pole, fastly secured to the base of the pole with some rope. The rope was tied off so low that she was being forced to sit on her knees, rather than stand. Every time she would tire herself out, she would remember the looming, unknown horror right outside her prison, and then continue trying to free herself of her bonds.
After what felt like an eternity, dawn finally came. The first golden rays of sunlight crept through the shattered window, and fell upon an exhausted young girl. Ilia had been struggling all night, and no longer had the energy to hold herself up, she was leaning forward on her knees, with her bound wrists holding her weight from completely falling to the floor. She was so tired, but Ilia was now intrigued at the prospect of being able to see clearly. After surveying her room again, she once more determined that the room was empty. Now Ilia turned her eyes down towards herself, as she couldn't seem to even picture what she looked like. Looking down, Ilia saw she was wearing a white, sleeveless chemise, and light brown capri pants, with bare feet. Though she previously couldn't recollect what she was wearing, this did not feel surprising, seeing her body just naturally felt familiar.
Ilia's train of thought was broken when one of the beasts from outside suddenly burst through the door, and into her holding chamber. Ilia was instantly afraid if the hideous little beast, it had a hunched back, horns, green skin, and beady little red eyes. The eyes stared at her thirstily.
Ilia's body tensed up as the creature approached her, her mind was now racing, wondering why she had been captured, and what the creature's plans were for her. It waddled right up to her, looking down, it put it's face a mere few inches from Ilia's. Her stomach churned as it looked at her, not just because of the horrid smell, but also because of the way it was looking at her. Despite her best efforts, Ilia started to whimper slightly. She jumped when she suddenly heard a loud clank on the floor, and the sloshing of water. Looking down, Ilia saw that the creature had brought a pail of water with a ladle. Surprisingly, the water looked clean. The creature grabbed Ilia's lower jaw and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, in the other hand, it took the ladle and poured water into her mouth. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, so Ilia greedily slurped at the water. For some reason, this seemed to amuse the green beast, so it refilled the ladle, pulled Ilia's head back, and tried to dump the whole ladle full down her throat. This caused Ilia to choke on the water, and spray it out of her mouth, coughing violently. The little green wretch began making a horrible gurgling sound, which Ilia could only surmise, must have been laughing. The rest of the day Ilia sat in the room alone, until the creature returned with more water at dusk. The process was repeated again the next morning.
At first, Ilia had been desperately thirsty, her body utilized all of the water. But now it had been at least a full day and a half since she had probably last used the toilet, she honestly couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up in this room. But now she was getting desperate, she really needed to pee. The creepy green creatures holding her captive had not harmed her yet, so Ilia thought perhaps she could try communicating with them again, even though she reviled even being in their presence.
"Hey!" Ilia called "Anybody out there?!" Her call was met with silence. "Please! I-I really need th-the toilet!" She cried out, as her voice began to crack. At this comment, her captors only responded with the same hideous gurgling laugh as before, but otherwise, did nothing.
Another hour passed by, Ilia tried to keep her legs crushed together as hard as she could, though it was difficult due to the way she was being forced on her knees. She couldn't quit get her thighs to touch. She was using every ounce of her will power to not wet herself. Ilia wanted to grasp her girlhood with her hands, to relieve the pressure, but her hands were still tightly bound. The pressure was becoming too much to handle, Ilia suddenly lost control for a second, as a spurt of urine squirted into her panties. Quickly she forced herself to get a grip, as the embarrassment began to set in, she realized that an accident was inevitable. Tears were now running down her face, even though Ilia knew there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable accident, she still blindly held on to hope that her captors would have mercy or something, anything! She was in so much pain now!
"N-no!" Ilia cried out, as she felt a warmth spread through her panties. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the warm wetness spread more and more as she began to completely lose control of her bladder, and fully wet herself. Her pee soaked through her panties and into her pants. Ilia felt the hot piss running down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her knees. Her urine made a loud hissing noise as in gushed out of her vagina in through her panties, it went on for over a full minute. Completely defeated, Ilia began to sob, as her body slumped forward again, her weight resting on her wrist bindings, a very large puddle of pee surrounding her, leaking through the floorboards.
Ilia's sobbing was interrupted by that horrible gurgling laugh, she looked up and felt the hot burn of shame spread across her face as she saw several of those little green devils peering in at her. They were laughing, their red eyes burning holes into Ilia. She shuddered at the pleasure they were getting from her misery and humiliation.
Written by:
High Meme-Overlord
The Legend of Zelda TP:
Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 2
Ilia felt as if she had been walking forever now. Her feet were sore, and this narrow path just went on and on. She looked up above her and could see that the sun was directly over head, thus causing the rocky embankments to either side of her to cast no shadows. The red rock stretched upward like walls, and made her feel uncomfortable, she could easily be cornered here. She couldn't quite remember why she was so on edge, but Ilia felt the recollection pressing at the back of her mind stating that she was fleeing from somewhere, or something.
Unbeknownst to her, Ilia had recently been attacked and captured by Bulblins, and held by them in the secret village. Her injures, and initial trauma had caused her to suffer retrograde memory loss. The psychological terror and trauma that she faced at the hands of her captors had now forced her brain into a sort of post traumatic amnesia, which blocked out her recent memories of being held in the village, and how she escaped.
It was now reaching the heat of the day. Ilia couldn't remember what happened, but the heat stimulated Ilia's clothes, causing the aroma of old urine to drift upward from her pants. "Pew, why do I smell pee?" She said aloud. She sniffed, "Uugh, is that coming from my pants?" *sniff* "yep, it is. What's going on, did I really wet my pants recently?! I can't remember...My pants are dry now though."
Ilia did her best to ignore the smell of what was apparently several day's worth of wetting her pants, but her face would turn beet red with embarrassment every time she caught another wiff of herself. Finally though, it looked as if her embarrassment could come to an end! As the red rock embankments sloped downward, they gave way to a grassy open field with a crystal blue river running through it. Ilia was overjoyed at the thought of cleaning herself and drinking fresh water.
Excitedly, Ilia made her way over to the river, got down on her knees, cupped her hands and began to scoop water up to her lips. The cool water felt good against Ilia's dry throat, the march here had been long, hot and dusty. After drinking the clean water for several minutes, she felt refreshed, and turned her attention from her quenched thirst, to her outer body. Ilia observed her surroundings, the road was deserted, with no travelers visible from either direction, much farther ahead, she could make out the shape of a mighty castle, surrounded by a small city. Deciding that she was alone, she stripped her clothes, so that she could go for a dip in the water. once her brown capri pants were off, she looked down at her panties, there was no mistaking it, the urine she had smelled on her pants had definitely come from her own accident. Her white panties were adorned with a large yellow stain in the crotch. She bathed herself for awhile, enjoying the cool water. Once she was finished bathing, Ilia grabbed her pee stained pantsand and underwear, scrubbed them in the river, wrung them out, and set them in the sun to dry. Ilia replaced her breast wrap and chemise and sat down to rest in the grass while her no longer soiled clothing dried.
(Artist: unknown.)
Once her clothing was dry enough, Ilia continued her journey, she didn't know where else to go, so she headed towards the distant castle. A couple hours later, and she was nearing her destination. Seeing a fork in the road, she peered ahead to ensure she chose the path that lead to the castle, and that's when she saw it, the form of a body, collapsed on the road. Ilia quickly ran over to investigate, and saw that it was a young Zora boy, he was unconscious.
"Hello? Is anybody there?! We need some help here!" Ilia called out, as she attempted to lift the boy. Her calls were met with silence upon the empty road. With no help nearby, she had no choice but to move the boy herself. She was a young girl of only sixteen, but she had a fierce mother's spirit in her, and simply could not leave the poor child behind to succumb to his injuries.
Though she had grown up in a ranching and farming village, Ilia's father had always been protective of his little girl, and never really subjected her to much if the manual labor. As such, she did not have the brawn needed to lift the boy in her arms, so she pulled his arms over her back, and held on to them as if she were giving him a piggy back ride. Even with the boy's feet dragging in the dirt, Ilia was still struggling to keep him up on her back as she trudged along. With each heavy step she took, she noticed a slight pressure building up in her lower abdomen.
Back at the river, Ilia had drank a copious amount of water, and it was quickly catching up to her. Despite the growing pain in her bladder, she ignored it and pushed on, knowing that she could still easily wait awhile before relieving herself, she did not want to stop and then have to pick up the boys again. However, it wasn't long until the weight of the Zora child also caught up to her, and she finally had to stop for a rest.
"Hmm, maybe I should go ahead and pee while I am taking a break, so that I don't have to take a break again later." Ilia thought to herself. "Hmm, but there is nowhere to hide, no trees or bushes...it seems weird to do it in front of the boy. What if he wakes up?! That would be awfully embarrassing! Nah, if he was going to wake up, he probably would have already. But what about other travelers, I'm so close to the city now, there are bound to be other people now..."
As if on que, Ilia's thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a horse and carriage rolling along the path. The sound was coming from the direction which she had come. Ilia looked behind her and saw the wagon approach from over a small hilltop. "I guess I will have to wait after all. It's really not that bad anyway." She thought.
Driving the cart was a brawny woman who's prominent features were a pair of enormous, partially exposed breasts. The woman waved at Ilia as she was approaching.
"Hello there!" The woman called out as she brought the cart to a halt next to Ilia and the boy. "Are you alright there, Sweetheart?"
"I'm alright, but I don't think he is." Ilia replied.
"That poor child looks green around the gills, what happened to him?"
"I don't really know. I was just traveling along the road, and found him collapsed here. I think maybe he was attacked by monsters."
"Hmmm, sounds 'bout right. There's been lots of monsters and other such vile things wandering about lately. You two shouldn't be wandering around by yourselves, let me give you a ride to castle town, we can call for the local physician there."
Ilia was feeling wary, as this woman was a stranger, but then she realized that she had no memories, everyone was going to be a stranger. The woman sounded genuine in her desire to help anyway. Plus, Ilia wasn't interested in dragging the child any further.
"Okay, that's very nice of you. Can you help me get him into the back of your wagon?"
"Sure thing, Sweetiepie!" The lady responded with blunt enthusiasm.
Once they were loaded into the cart, and were traveling again, the woman struck up a conversation by introducing herself as Telma. "And what about you, Darling? What's your name?"
"My name's... uh" Ilia stumbled with her words. "Uh, well...I don't actually know..."
"Don't know your own name?! Didn't your momma ever give you one?" Telma asked.
"Well, I'm sure she did, I'm sure that I have a name. I just... don't remember. I can't seem to remember anything right now. I recall traveling here from some dusty area with red rocks everywhere...and then I found this boy..." Ilia blushed as she said this, she didn't know why, but it felt embarrassing to admit that she was so clueless, even though it clearly wasn't her fault.
"That's awful, I'm sorry to hear that, Hun. So, red rocks you say? Sounds like you might have been traveling from the Eldin region, you think?"
"I guess.." Ilia replied sheepishly, really having no idea. Just then the wagon went over a bump in the road, causing her body to jolt, and her need to pee to intensify. She let out a small squeal and put her hands between her legs. She hadn't expected it, but the jolt forced a tiny dribble of urine into her panties. This surprised her, because she didn't feel desperate enough to be on the brink of an accident or anything.
"You alright back there, Sweetie? Didn't mean to give you a fright!" Telma called back over her shoulder.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine!" She responded. "Just..... well, will we be able to find a toilet soon?" Ilia blushed as she said this.
"Don't worry one bit! We're only about five minutes ride from the town gates, and it won't be far from there to my place."
Comforted by this, Ilia put on a brave face and waited. She could do this, it wasn't that far, and the pressure wasn't all that bad. A few minutes later, they reached the gates of Castle Town. She was relieved, knowing that the boy would soon be cared for, and that she would soon be able to take care of her business. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her bladder, and the sensation of the pressure dramatically increasing. She yelped again, and then realized that the pressure was abating very quickly. That's when she felt the warmth spread through her panties. Looking down, Ilia could see that she was wetting herself, it had started so abruptly that she had hardly even realized it was happening. She cried out more loudly than she meant to, and quickly put her hands between her legs again, cupping them over her crotch. It was no use though, her muscles felt weak down there, she couldn't stop the flow. Hot pee was now streaming straight through her panties, through her pants and onto the floor boards of the wagon.
"You sure you're alright back there, Honey? I ca-" Telma didn't finish her sentence as she turned back to look at Ilia. The poor girl was a sight, her face was flushed, her eyes were clamped shut, with tears running down her cheeks, and a large pool of urine forming on the floor where she was sitting. After a painfully long moment of silence, Ilia opened her eyes and looked down. Her face instantly turned even redder, and she put her hands to her mouth to muffle the sob that was building in her throat as she saw the puddle she had made.
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"Oh-oh no, Telma, I-I'm so sorry, I..." Ilia stammered as she choked back on her words and began to tear up again.
"Oh no, no, don't worry about that, Honey, it was just an accident! No need to fuss. I won't tell anyone what happened. Just sit tight, we're almost there, and then I will help you get cleaned up, alright?"
Ilia just sat there quietly and nodded her head. Once the covered wagon finally arrived at Telma's bar, she climbed into the back to assist Ilia. Telma found a spare horse blanket among the wagon supplies, and wrapped it around the poor girl's waist to cover up her accident. Some of Telma's patrons came and helped carry the Zora boy inside, while Telma hurried Ilia past the other guests in an attempt to not be noticed. With her face burning red, Ilia just kept her eyes on the floor as they did so, until she was safely in the back room. All the while, she was thinking to herself, "I can't believe I did that. I had an accident right in front of Telma, and in her wagon too! How could this have happened?! I wasn't that desperate yet. It just....happened...
Ilia was still unable to remember her time in captivity with the Bulblins at the hidden village. But if she could recall, she would have remembered being tied to a pole with no bathroom breaks. She would remember desperately trying to hold her bladder, sometimes for 1-2 days straight. Holding it till she felt excruciating pain in her lower abdomen before wetting all over herself. She had no memory of it, but our poor damsel had caused slight damage to her bladder while she was a prisoner. As she will soon come to realize, her bladder control has been significantly weakened....
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High Meme-Overlord |
The Legend of Zelda: TP
Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 3
Ilia had already spent a full day surviving off of the hospitalities of Telma and her tavern. Now she was waiting on the doctor whom Telma had called, since both Ilia and the small Zora boy were injured and or had health issues. Doctor Borville was a shriveled old man with spectacles nearly as big as his face. Ilia decided that there was something about his demeanor that she did not like, his language and mannerisms suggested that he didn't truly care about his patients, rather just cared about getting paid. He had bade her to wait in the back room of the tavern while he tended to the Zora boy out in the main hall. She had already been waiting for nearly an hour, and was quickly feeling the need to go to the washroom. Remembering her accident in the back of Telma's wagon, she decided not to have a repeat of the situation, as the shame was still so fresh, despite Telma insisting that the accident was alright, and nothing to worry about. So, she poked her head out from behind the curtain that was serving as the door to the back room, and observed the surroundings. The tavern had a few patrons dotted here and there, and in the near corner stood Telma and Doctor Borville, bending over to examine the prostrate Zora boy. She didn't want to draw attention to herself and her need to urinate, so she quietly began to walk across the room. The stone tile floor felt cool under her bare feet, all of her senses were alert, as she neared Telma and the doctor. As if on que, the crusty old man spun around to face Ilia's direction and shouted,
"Girl! What are you doing? I told you to wait in the back until I can examine your injuries! It's not safe for you to wander about until I have determined that you are healthy!"
"But, I-"
"No buts, don't be selfish, this boy needs my help more than you do at this exact moment. You can wait your turn!"
The grouchy old man then placed his hands on the sides of Ilia's shoulders, turned her around, and ushered her back towards the room in the rear of the building. She had been too embarrassed to say what she actually needed in front of all those people in the tavern, so she silently slunk back to the room. After her accident in the wagon, she had since figured out that her bladder control was very weak, and some desperation could quickly turn into an accident without much warning. At this point, she was already very worried that she may have another wetting incident if she wasn't able to go soon. She sat down on the bench, hugged her knees to her chest and began weighing her options.
After another ten or fifteen minutes, she realized that there was no way she could make it to the end of the doctor's examination, let alone last until he started, she was still waiting for him to finish with the young Zora. Ilia determined that she had to find somewhere to relieve herself. She stood up from the bench, and poked her head out from behind the curtain again, there were even more patrons in the tavern this time, and the doctor was sure to ask her more humiliating questions if she tried to go out there again. She lost her confidence, and backed away from the curtain, suddenly, the knowledge that she couldn't leave the room made her desperation worse, as the pressure continued to build in her abdomen. Involuntarily, her legs buckled slightly as a tiny spurt of urine escaped into her panties. Ilia's face turned bright red as she realized what had just happened. Knowing how weak her bladder was, she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop it if she leaked again. Frantically, she looked around the room, and finally spied large jug in the corner. With her hands between her legs, the desperate girl waddled over to the jug, squatted down and inspected it. It appeared to already have liquid inside of it. "I can't believe I'm about to do this to some of Telma's things!" she thought to herself. Fumbling with the cork, she could feel herself starting to dribble into her underwear. Finally, she managed to get the cork out, instantly, she was hit with the strong smell of ale, but she didn't care, she could feel the pee coming out of her body. With lightening speed, she pulled down her pants, and yanked her panties away from her crotch as she squatted over the jug all in one motion. The pee had already just begun escaping into her panties, and dribbled onto the floor as she moved herself over the jug, she was already fully releasing at this point. Exhaling in relief, Ilia ignored her surroundings for a moment as she experienced the bliss of the pressure leaving her body. After the initial burst of pee subsided, and she had settled into a steady stream, she began to assess the damage of her situation. There was a very small puddle on the floor near the jug from where she had started peeing before reaching the opening of the container. Her panties had a wet spot in them and were moist to the touch, but miraculously, nothing was visible on her pants, the crotch of her dark brown pants was only just ever so slightly damp, but that was all.
"Alright, I think that's all I can do for the poor boy for now. Where'd that girl get off to? I'd best see to her now as well."
Ilia felt her blood run cold as she heard Doctor Borville's voice. He was coming her way, and she was still peeing into the jug. Thinking fast, she tightened her muscles with all of her strength and closed off the last little bit of her urine inside her urethra. The burn made her wince, but there was no time to tend to her pain, quickly she stood up from the jug and pulled up her garments, she winced again as she felt the wet panties against her flesh. Now she could hear the old doctor's footsteps right outside the curtains, moving with adrenal speed, she placed the cork back into the top of the jug, pushed it into the corner, and swept her tiny pee puddle into the cracks of the floor with her bare foot. She shuddered at the feeling of dipping her toes into her own pee, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Just in time, she spun around red-faced to face the doctor. He sniffed the air with his enormous, wrinkled nose,
"It smells bloody peculiar in here..."
"O-oh, does it?" she said, her blood freezing in her veins again.
"Sure does. This Old Doc knows his smells!"
*Ilia merely blushed hard, fearing she had been found out.*
"Smells like someone spilled some ammonia in here. These common folk live so unsafely. Come, Girl, let's examine you out there."
Ilia was immensely relieved that the old coot had not figured out her little secret, but she was also a little worried that the, "medical professional" who was tending to her couldn't even distinguish the scent of human urine. But she decided not to pursue the topic any further. Today had been a close call, she had come very very close to having a full accident again, she was going to have to be more careful from now on....
Written by:
High Meme-Overlord
Edited October 19, 2020 by MemeOverlord
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I know this story has been done before but, understandably as life gets busy, they're always getting abandoned. I'll try not to do that if you guys like this.
Let me know what you think/what requests you have to add to the story if any.
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Megan checked the clock again. 4:19 PM. Less than 1 hour until she could leave work and rush home to get the relief she needed. Under her desk, her thighs rubbed together in her pencil skirt, which was just a little too tight for her to cross her legs completely. It had been almost 8 hours since Megan last used the bathroom and the pressure was building steadily. To make matters worse, she was also terribly thirsty, but couldn’t afford to add any more fluids to the tank. 8 hours of water sat heavy in her bladder already, begging to be let out of her small, tense body.
One of Megan’s male coworkers, Tyler, approached her desk with a small stack of papers in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. He was relaxed as ever and smirked at her with that smug face he always had.
“Make some copies of these, will ya? Just 10 each,” She reached out to grab them, but he dropped them onto her desk. Of fucking course he'd make her do something right before the end of the day when she's this desperate.
“No problem,” Megan replied, squeezing her legs tight together as the nerves from Tyler looming over her made her feel like she might start leaking.
Tyler look a loud sip of his coffee. Megan unconsciously bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together to keep the feeling that she might start pissing her skirt at bay. Her mouth felt so dry and she longed for a drink too, glancing at her water bottle, but knowing she couldn't risk it. She wanted him to walk away so she could stand without him being able to tell how badly she had to pee but he didn't seem to be going anywhere. Finally she gave her thighs a hard squeeze together and then stood, deciding that having to walk to the copier was better than squirming in front of Tyler while he drank his coffee. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked past him, her posture rigid and her steps close together from clenching her muscles to keep from wetting her stockings, and her cheeks burned from the embarrassment.
The walk to the copier was torture. Megan cursed herself for the two cups of coffee she indulged in that morning which she would normally never do. They were offered by her new high up boss and she didn’t feel like she could refuse. The hallway to the copy room passed the single bathroom on this floor and Megan bit her lip in envy as she watched a male coworker walk inside. Her pussy ached for that relief, so close yet so far. But that was a place forbidden to her, as it was for all the women she worked with.
The sentiment that women’s bathrooms were dangerously unsanitary was an unfounded but pervasive one set into place hundreds of years ago. Many scientists now confirmed that there was no proof that a lack of a penis made it impossible to pee hygienically and the topic was of constant political debate with activists working to change the laws, but there was little success. Myths that women’s bathrooms would spread disease was strong enough that most countries had laws preventing women from using public restrooms except for the rare paid bathroom, known as sanitization stations, that would sanitize the user and itself after use for about $5-10 per use depending on the location, and that’s after you stood in line for half an hour due to the long sanitization process between customers. To make matters worse, you had to stand in line in public while you wait, letting the world know what you were about to do and how badly you needed to do it. Most women considered this a humiliating last resort. Peeing outside of a home or sanitary bathroom is entirely illegal for women in most places whether on purpose or not, resulting in high fines for offenders, with repeat offenders even being court ordered to mandatory diapers at all times outside the home. Once you were charged, it was hard and sometimes impossible to get the sentence reversed, leaving you with lifelong diapers lest you face jail time. Furthermore, stigmatized as being highly unhygienic, adult diapers were both expensive and constructed to be sterile rather than absorbent. Most could barely hold a single significant accident and you couldn't change yourself either without a paid bathroom. If you were charged it was marked on your license, giving businesses the right to check you for dryness before allowing entry if they so chose. With all of that on top of the humiliation, it was considered one of the worst fates you could come by.
Because of this, many women only left home for short periods. This encouraged a world where women were eager to be housewives and made it hard or impossible to advance in many careers. This included politics, which had nearly no women, as they couldn't hold it long enough to get through campaign events or political debates. Not to even consider the problem of having to poop, something that made no sense to be more unhygienic in women than men but there was little women could effectively do to question it. So the laws remained.
Megan heard a toilet flush and nearly started peeing immediately but grabbed herself to stop the flow in time. She bent at the knees with her thighs together and rubbed herself to keep the feeling at bay but had to stop as the man came out of the bathroom, looking relieved as ever, and might see her. Megan’s bladder panged with jealousy. She clenched her muscles and took a breath, her hand pressing down on her thigh as she longed to grab her pussy. Holding yourself was also punishable by law as touching yourself between the legs without sanitizing immediately after was for women a hygiene crime in itself.
Megan shuffled in small steps to the copier, putting her stack of papers inside. Her left hand clenched the side of the copier as her right hand worked the buttons, one of her legs crossed behind the other as she clenched her muscles desperately. She swore to herself that if she made it through this she'd never make a silly indulgent mistake like this again. The stakes were too high. She started the job and then checked the clock. 4:35 PM. Only 25 more minutes. She bit her lip and bobbed up and down slightly with her thighs tight together, her brow beginning to sweat as panic set in. Could she make it? What if she wet herself on the bus ride home? That was another 20 minutes at minimum before she got to her house. Her mind raced. Maybe the line to the sanitization station by her bus stop wouldn't be long today...
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It was 7am. Soph was lay awake on the bed next to a cozy looking Jess. She always woke up early on a Saturday as it was her favorite day of the week since they had both invested in buying a horse. Saturday meant she got to spend the whole day at the stables, and, as a bonus, a whole day wearing sexy riding boots on her cute little feet!
"Wake up sleepy head!" She teased as she gently poked Jess. "We have a long and fun day ahead!" Soph knew Jess wasn't a morning person, and would frequently wind her up a little in the morning.
"What time is it? What are we doing?"
"7am Jessie, and today we're spending the day at the stables!!" Soph snuggled herself up tight to Jess and then hopped out of bed. She always loved to start the day fresh, so she hurried off into the bathroom, relieved her full bladder, and then showered.
Jess came stumbling in half asleep and dropped herself onto the toilet. A loud hiss noise filled the bathroom. She looked over and found that Soph had used the last of the toilet roll, she opted to just wipe her self with her hand so she didn't drip, and then slid into the shower with Soph.
"You can wash my pussy Soph, seeing as you couldn't be bothered to put any more toilet paper out!" Soph did as she was told. It took a lot longer than it should have done though!
Having finished in the shower, the girls got themselves dried off and began dressing for their trip to the stables. Jess grabbed a pair of pink panties, her tight black jodhpurs and black riding boots. The jodhpurs were significantly padded around her cute bum, perfect for both cushioning a saddle, and capturing any naughty little pee leaks! She slid them on one after the other, Soph watching her girlfriend intently.
"It's like an opposite striptease Jess!" She giggled, watching as Jess slid her delicate bare feet into her beautiful black boots. "Oh and those feet! As soon as those boots come off I'm munching those cuties!" She felt her pussy tingle gently. She always loved it when Jess was naughty and "Forgot" her socks for her.
Soph dressed herself in a very similar outfit. She, however, opted for a bikini bottom style panty material. She found that this type of fabric made being damp all the more comfortable.
The girls headed into the kitchen and began packing all the food and drink they'd need for the day. Jess watched as Soph slid two huge 2l bottles of water into her back pack, and then some random bits of food.
"Oh by the way Jess, the owner of the stable says they've had to close the toilet. It's been damaged and the seats broken. The positive is the tap still works so we can still get fresh water." She smiled, knowing full well Jess would be excited by this news.
"Well, where are we gonna pee then Soph? We spend all day down there usually!"
"I dunno, A hedge? In the stable? The forest? Your jodhpurs? Wherever we like I suppose! I intend to spend the day making my pussy as pissy as I possibly can. Then I can make you lick me clean when we get home!"
She pulled her jodhpurs down slightly, revealing a damp patch on her bikini bottoms already.
"Look, I've already started!" She leaned back slightly, almost as if to present her pussy to Jess, and then quickly slid her jodhpurs back up again.
Jess' pussy tingled. The thought of spending a whole day getting herself pissy made the day sound good, the thought of Soph doing that also made the day absolutely incredible.
The walk down to the stables was about 2 miles. The weather was beautiful and the girls were in a fantastic mood. Soph was lovely and damp, and Jess had let a nice warm spurt out as well now. She couldn't let herself get out done.
Arriving at the stables, Soph announced she was going for her first pee already.
"Where, where you going to pee Soph?!" Jess shouted as Soph hurried away. She rushed after and found her by the entrance to the stable. She watched Soph slide her jodhpurs down, squat, and instantly spray a powerful jet of piss straight through her bikini bottoms. The flood finished as fast as it started, and she pulled her jodhpurs up tight over her wet underwear. She grabbed Jess' hand and pulled her close. With a soft voice she whispered.
"When we go up to bed tonight, my pissy little pussy is going to be waiting to be cleaned up by you!"
Once again Jess' pussy tingled with excitement.
"What has gotten into you Soph?!" She muttered. "You've gotten so kinky!"
"I dunno baby. I'm getting so used to this fetish now. I think having to give up the hygiene of my pissy little pussy for a day is a small price to pay for the incredible orgasm you always provide me at the end!"
Jess sat herself down on a hay bale, and watched as Soph began to work. She was getting incredibly worked up, every time Soph bent over, leaned, or stretched, all she could think about was how casual Soph was being about the whole thing. There was a beautiful girl, going about her favorite hobby, with a pair of soaked bikini bottoms clinging to her pissy little pussy lips. A sudden wave of realization came over Jess and she hurried over to Soph.
"I love you so much Soph, you do know that don't you?" She muttered as she cuddled Soph up tight.
"Of course I know silly! But why are you suddenly telling me now?"
"I've just realized how much you have embraced my fetish hun. I'm just so lucky to have such an understanding girl! You are literally there in front of me, going about your normal life like any other girl. But because of me, you're doing it all with a pee soaked little foof!"
"Aww Jess. You've embraced my fetish too hun remember. Those gorgeous little feet of yours would definitely have some socks on if it wasn't for me!"
"That's true Soph!" Jess giggled and squeezed Sophs perky bum. "Can't wait to make you worship them!"
"Do you not need to pee at all Jess? Perhaps, enough, to give your little girly a soaking?"
Jess smiled, kissed Soph on the lips, had a quick glance around and then dropped into a squat in front of Soph. She pulled her jodhpurs down and then released. The warmth spread around her delicate damp lips and flooded through into a lovely little puddle on the floor. As soon as she was done, she pulled her jods back up and smiled at Soph, who quickly leaned in for a kiss.
"Good girly Jess!" She muttered. "Now, give me a hand with all this hay!"
2 hours of hard work followed, shifting hay bales, cleaning out the stable straw, setting up a new fenced paddock area. Owning a horse was hard, pissy work. Each opportunity they got they would give each other a quick squeeze of their padded bums, or a little kiss on the neck from behind. For Jess, this was her idea of heaven.
"Right Jess. Now all that is out of the way, we can saddle him up!" This was Soph's favorite part of the day. Actually getting to ride her horse! She grabbed the saddle from the stable and threw it over the horse.
"Grab the other side Jess and tuck the straps under for me would you." Jess did as she was asked and Soph finished off setting up the seat.
"Hold him for a second would you Jess" She handed the lead rope to Jess, and then walked a couple of feet away. Once again, Jess found herself watching Soph lower herself into a squat. Only this time, she didn't pull her Jodhpurs down. A waterfall of pee flooded through the padded material of her jods and formed a huge puddle around her boots. Once again, she stood herself up and casually walked back over to Jess, taking the lead rope from her hand and gently kissing Jess on the cheek.
"This is going to feel incredible!" Soph declared as she slid her foot into the stirrup and swung her leg up over the saddle. "Yes, this is definitely going to feel good Jess! She settled into position, her legs spread either side of the saddle and her soaking wet jods pressed firmly into her pussy. She wiggled herself around to get into a comfy position and felt the pissy bikini fabric press against her sopping wet clit.
Jess was sweating with excitement. This was her idea of pure heaven. She gazed at Soph as the horse trotted in a circle around her. Mesmerized by Sophs cute wet bum bouncing up and down on the leather saddle, she became dizzy after just a few laps. Soph kept glancing down a Jess.
"Your face is priceless Jess!" She giggled as she rode around and around. "I tell you what baby, it's amazing how naughty this feels!" Jess could only imagine what was going on inside Sophs tight pissy jodhpurs. The idea of her gorgeous wet pussy constantly being bounced up and down onto the saddle. Each time squeezing the thick pissy fabric of her jods tight against her stinky pussy.
After a few minutes, Soph invited Jess to do the same.
"Okay baby your turn!" Jess went to get onto the horse but was quickly stopped by Soph. "Have you forgotten something?" She muttered.
"Oh yes, of course!" Jess dropped into a squat and pissed forcefully through her riding gear. "Much better!" She said as she stood up and wiggled her cute wet bum to stop any big drips. She slid her tiny boot into the stirrup and clambered up onto the saddle. Dropping her self forcefully onto the seat. The soaked padding squished under her pussy and her clit throbbed with excitement.
To be continued |
This first chapter is mostly an introduction. So please bare with me while I set up the story. And as always suggestions are always welcome. If you have any ideas you would like included in the story fell free to throw them out there. No promises I will use them but knowing what the readers like and want always helps.
After three hours on the road I pulled into the drive way of my moms house to pick up Sara, my new room mate. Mom had called me and arranged for for Sara to stay with me while she attended college. She was the neighbor girl I used to babysit but now she was done with High School school and ready to move up to a university in the big city.
Mom meet me at the door with a big squeezy hug. She got a worried look on her face when her hug made me cringe. I told her that she could relax. "nothing is wrong, it's just been a long trip and I really needed to use the bathroom". I tried to pull away but she didn't let go. "Please, your squeezing me like that is making it even worse. If you keep it up I might not be able to hold it".
She laughed. "I am your mother and I haven't seen you in a long time. I am going to give my little boy a hug before I let him get away. So just relax, you still have an extra set of clothes here and the worst thing that can happen is you have to change into them. Trust me, it's not that big of a deal. After having a couple of kids I know all about it".
"Really? That's interesting. I never once thought about my mother pissing her pants. I'm going to have to start closer paying attention".
"You don't really want to watch your old mom not to make it to the toilet in time do you".
"Well, like I said it would be interesting. Since it looks like you are going to make me wet my pants you need to remember pay back is a bitch. The longer you hold me here the longer I will hold you back when your about to have an accident".
She playfully punched my shoulder. "You wouldn't dare do that to you loving mommy. But the more often you visit me the better chance of you being here when... I mean... if I get caught short. And who knows, if that is what it takes to motivate you to come see me more often I might start being to busy to go to the bathroom right away while you are visiting. And if I'm busy for to long, and I'm sure you will try to arrange that, I might end up having to do a little extra laundry. But that is a small price to pay to see my little boy more often".
She held me for a few more seconds while I did a the pee pee dance. Then said "as cute as you are squirming around like that and as you said as interesting as it would be to watch you have an accident.... I better let you go before you really do wet your pants. She whispered in my ear "If I didn't know better I would think you are enjoying being delayed by my hug while you are struggling not to have an accident. In fact if you drive straight through so you show up really needing the bathroom next time I will know for sure and my hug will last longer. Then we will see what happens and how much you really do like it." As she let me go she gently swatted me on the butt and pushed me towards the bathroom.
"Mom, cut that out, I'm not a little boy any more. I just didn't want to loose time by stopping." I said over my shoulder as I ran for the bathroom.
"You will always be my little boy no matter how old you are. Now get. It would be really embarrassing if you had an accident because you were arguing instead of using the toilet. I will fix us some sandwiches and after lunch you can go pick up your new roomie".
I made it in time, but just barely. Thank god, I thought for sure I was going to loose control before she let go of me. While she was hugging me I felt the first few drops making their way down my dick and leaking out of the end making me start to get hard. That's strange. I wonder why I was getting hard? Oh god, I hope she didn't notice. Luckily my underwear only had a small wet spot. My jeans had nothing visible on them. I swear I peed for a full 2 minutes. Relief never felt so amazing. I washed up and headed for the kitchen.
When I got there she was standing at the table making sandwiches. Her legs were crossed and she was mumbling "I know I told him if he came more often I would set it up so he was here when I get caught short but I didn't think it would happen today." I walked up to her and and said "what's up"
Her cheeks blushed. She paused for a few seconds like she was thinking about something, then said "It's about time you got finished. You weren't the only one that needed to use the bathroom when you got here. Should I go before we sit down and eat? She paused for a few seconds while looking me in the eye and shifting her weight from one leg to the other. I better go first. I think I'd end up wet before we finish eating. And that won't be happening today. The sooner you come back and visit the more motivated I will be to put it off while you are here."
"I am getting the urge to give you a hug" I said as I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Oh no you don't, maybe next time." She slipped away and did the quick waddle step to the bathroom.
I laughed. "But you are so cute squirming around like that and it would be interesting to watch you try not to have an accident."
When she got back we caught up on all the family news while we ate lunch. Once we were done she walked me to the door and gave me another hug. "I think your going to find having Sara as your roommate interesting. Did you realize she still puts off using the bathroom to the very last minute if she is busy or doing something interesting and according to her mom sometimes for no apparent reason. Most people out grow that habit, but not her. It drives her mom crazy, but I bet you won't mind at all. Now get over there and pick her up so you can get her to her new home."
As I headed out the door she whispered into my ear "remember, come back and visit me real soon. Don't forget your next visit will be a little test to see if you stop and go potty on the way or if you drive straight through and show up in needing to run to the bathroom right away." |
Jane stood in front of her boss, legs tightly locked together; the fabric of her tights rubbing, as she felt a wet-spot grow on her black cotton underwear.
"S-sir, p-please, I-".
"-Don't interrupt me!" he bellowed. "You were meant to have those files sent off by 2:00PM. It's now 4:30 and they're still only half-done! What's wrong with you?".
Her boss; Andrew, was furious with her for messing up an assignment deadline. The CEO of a major corporation, he was incredibly passionate, driven and had a fierce temper. Jane didn't like to admit it but every-time she heard someone be screamed at in his office through the walls; she felt turned on. More than once, she'd had to slip into the company bathrooms and tear off soaking underwear; drenched in her arousal, as her fingers gave her desperately needed relief from the arousal she felt around him. Now however; on the receiving end, she felt terrified and could feel her bladder control loosening in fear.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll get it done by 7:00, I swear".
"That's not good enough Jane, do you even want to work here?".
"Y-yes sir!" she said; her voice full of fear, as she felt an awful pain in her stomach.
"Then act like it! Are you a woman or a child?".
As if in response, a loud hissing sound filled the air as Jane covered her mouth in horror; while Andrew watched in shock. Streaks of pee burst through her tight black skirt and were racing down her legs; splintered into a hundred streams by the fabric of her tights. Her whole body shook with fear and release as her black cotton underwear become soaked with urine and her grey heeled shoes overflowed; a puddle forming around her. Jane couldn't believe she was wetting herself in front of her boss and felt tears run from her eyes, as she turned red with embarrassment.
"Jane" said Andrew, her boss's voice a shocked whisper.
Jane turned around; sobbing, moving to flee his office in shame. She knew she was fired, she just hoped she could escape before he threatened to have her barred from every job in the city. Her hand reached the office's door, yet she felt herself be torn away from it and pushed against the wall. She looked in fear as she saw Andrew had grabbed her, only to moan in shock as his lips crashed against hers, his tongue forcing its way down her throat and his body pressing against her.
She moaned in pleasure. She didn't understand why this was happening and didn't care. She just wanted to enjoy this feeling, as the tent in his tight black business trousers grinded against her soaking wet skirt and she felt her hands instinctively race to unbutton his trousers. She looked down as his cock came free and almost came on the spot, nine inches of throbbing goodness and a moment later, her eyes rolled back in her skull as she felt her skirt be lifted and his throbbing erection driven against her soaking wet black knickers.
She kissed his neck, biting his shoulders; as his hands tore open her white blouse, breaking six buttons. The black bra underneath was gone almost as fast and she felt his strong hands grope her breasts: Rolling her nipples, pushing them together and using her body in every way he wanted. Every single thing he was doing was making her moan without a care in the world; she was lost to the feelings she was having, uncaring of the consequences.
Pulling her from the wall, he swept everything; including a sixty-thousand dollar computer, off onto the floor and bent Jane over it. Her soaking tights, skirt and heels were now all she was wearing, as Jane saw Andrew strip off; revealing a gorgeously toned body: Six-pack abs, muscular arms and a confident swagger as he moved towards her that made her not move a muscle until his hand grabbed onto her bum; making her gasp in pleasure.
"You're a dirty little bitch, aren't you Jane? A dirty little bitch who couldn't control herself".
Jane was shocked as she realised her accident had turned him on and was even more shocked at what she said next:
"Yes sir, i'm a dirty little bitch. I couldn't help it. I need you to punish me".
In response, Andrew's hand slammed against her bum; over and over, each whack making her whole body shake with arousal and pain. The combination was driving her crazy and she felt like she was going to cum from just this alone, yet he had barely even started. Flipping her over, he lay on top of her; the desk large enough to comfortably fit them both on top, as his cock slid effortlessly into her drenched, dripping wet pussy.
Jane couldn't hold back. She began to scream with excitement, lust and relief; as the first orgasm hit her like a wave and the walls of her pussy clenched around his tight, throbbing hard cock...
EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER
Jane stood, staring out the window of an enormous house; which rested at the top of a mountain forest. Below her, a town of twenty-thousand people; who all knew her by name. She gazed at the buildings and shops, knowing she could walk into any one of them and buy anything she wanted; or the shop itself if she preferred. She was wearing a tight red-dress, displaying her cleavage confidently and her legs had been waxed to a soft perfection. She looked out, drinking a hot chocolate; made with 100% Peruvian Cocoa beans, as the people below went about their daily lives.
She smiled.
And she remembered... |
A/N: Wrote this for public humiliation day of Kinktober, but the public humiliation is fully consensual and Moon's idea, Hau is just along for the ride as a supportive boyfriend. Mild sexual content at the end there.
Hau is always so laid back about everything that Moon has no idea how he manages to surprise her with it every time. But every time, she stresses about telling him something, only for him to react so casually that she realizes that she had nothing to worry about, surprising her, even though she should expect it by now, and should not bother getting nervous before telling him that she is into something.
He took the fact that she is into pee in stride, willing to pee on her or in her or let her watch him squirm for a while at any time, and, once he found out that her desires went both ways, he was completely on board for letting her do all the same things to him. Things have been great since then, never a dull moment as they sneak off to be completely alone, where they can indulge in anything that they want, but she wants more than that. Being alone is not enough for her, and once she realizes what her fantasy is, and just how serious she is about it, she dreads confessing it to Hau, only for Hau to grin and say, “Sure, sounds fun!”
“But…but are you sure?” she asks, not sure, at first, if he properly understood what she was suggesting. “People we know could see us, and you’re going to be right there with me, and everyone knows that we’re going out, so…it’s going to be pretty public, Hau.”
“Yeah, I know!” he says, still grinning just like always. “But I don’t really care what anyone thinks of me besides you, Moon! And this is going to make you happy, and you don’t care what anyone thinks about you in this situation, right? It’s going to be fun for you, so it’s going to be fun for me too!”
He really is the absolute best, too good for her and probably too good for the world as a whole, and Moon has no idea how she ended up so lucky, dating someone like him, having someone as good as Hau so unconditionally in love with her. And on top of that, he is as sexually open-minded as they come, reacting to her kinks like they are commonplace, always excited to do whatever might get her off, never questioning what a fourteen-year-old girl like her is doing getting hot and bothered over so many “weird” things. As far as she can remember, he has never even called anything that she likes weird before!
Hau is perfect, plain and simple, and she is even more sure of that after he agrees to go along with helping her live out her public humiliation fantasy.
~X~
Moon already has to pee when they meet up for their date, and pretty badly, at that. She has been neglecting her need for hours now, so that she will definitely be able to pull this off today, so that there is no chance of her getting stage fright and not being able to do it, so that it will be completely genuine, and thoroughly humiliating. Hau can tell that she is agitated when they meet up, but he does not say anything, playing oblivious, just like she wants him to. He is going to go along with everything like it is normal, pretending not to notice until it is already far too late for her.
They go on a date just like they always do, looking around shops while she squirms in place, wondering if everyone can tell how badly she has to pee, wondering if anyone has noticed her or wonders why she has not gone to look for a bathroom. When they get something to eat, she winces every time she takes a sip of her drink, knowing that things are only going to get worse for her if she keeps pushing it like this, and that is exactly what she wants. Her bladder is absolutely aching now, and sometimes when she steps, she feels a small leak, soaking into her panties, but never making it past them, so that her shorts still show no evidence of her impending accident.
But things do not stay that way for long. Hau looks at her from time to time, playful glint in his eyes, but other than that, he continues to play dumb, his girlfriend’s desperate plight the furthest thing from his mind. She stumbles along beside him, the crowd thick tonight. It is a Friday night, and tourist season, on top of that, so there will be plenty of people around to witness it when it happens.
Her hands dart between her legs suddenly as she stops short, whimpering. Hau turns to her, cocking his head as he asks, “Moon? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I just…I just…” She knows that that leak was a really big one, that there is no way her shorts are still completely dry.
“Moon…do you need to pee?” he asks, finally stating the obvious, what he has known from the beginning. He is just playing his part, but she still finds herself blushing at his words.
“I…yeah, really bad, I…I don’t think I can make it, Hau,” she “confesses,” as if this is not all part of her plan. Slowly, she moves her hands and asks, “Is there a spot?”
He looks down and then looks back up at her, nodding slowly. “Yeah, yeah I can see where you started to wet yourself. We should get you to a bathroom, before it gets worse, right?” He offers a hand to her, but she doesn’t take it, hands between her legs once again. Now, she can feel eyes on her, as the fact that she has stopped in the middle of the street is enough to draw attention, and the pose she is in is enough to keep attention.
“I can’t…I can’t…I can’t make it, Hau, I’m sorry, I just…” She drops her hands to her sides as she finally loses control, whimpering as the small spot on her shorts grows bigger and bigger, spreading out, until there is liquid running down her legs, dripping at first and then coming full force, puddling on the ground beneath her, getting her feet and her sandals all wet. And Hau just stands in front of her, watching her with a fake sympathetic look on his face, his eyes unable to hide his playful excitement in the moment.
“Oh…oh, Moon,” he murmurs. “You poor thing, your shorts are all…oh, man, you really couldn’t wait anymore, huh?” If she were really wetting herself on accident right now, if this had not been something that the two of them planned together, his words would probably do nothing to comfort her, and would probably just make her feel worse. In this situation, they cause the ache between her legs to increase, throbbing with her arousal.
The way she has squeezed her thighs together to help hold back has only increased it as well, and now, she squeezes them together again, biting her lip as her stream trickles to a stop, her shorts soaked through, her humiliation the center of attention, and her excitement at its peak. Moon lets out a soft, strangled moan as she comes, trying to hold it back as much as possible, so that only Hau understands the trembling her legs comes from something other than how embarrassed she is right now.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he says, and this time when he offers his hand, she takes it. The two of them take off then, running as fast as they can manage, hand in hand, with Moon still on shaky legs. Hau is leading her to the beach, past the tourists still lingering on the sand in the evening, past all the places that people frequent, heading for their private little spot, where they can almost always be alone together. The only place that they have ever done anything like this before tonight, and the perfect place for her to finish working out all of her excitement, after finally making one of her most private dreams come true.
She practically tackles Hau to the sand as she kisses him, pinning his hands above his head, grinding her wet shorts against the bulge in his, moaning into his mouth. When she breaks the kiss, Hau giggles and says, “Wow, that really got you going, huh?”
“Everyone was looking at me, they were all staring. They all…”
“They all saw, yeah. I think some people were staring at you even before that, I think some people could tell that you really had to pee,” he says, and she shudders. “Oh, man, you really like that, don’t you, Moon? Hey, by the way, when you starting shaking and squeaking and stuff, that was you coming, wasn’t it?”
She nods, grinding down against him again. “It was so good, Hau, it was so good!”
“Alright, then get off me for a second, okay? So we can get our clothes off and I can finish taking care of you!” Though it is difficult to pry herself away from him, it is definitely worth it to be able to strip down and straddle him, to sink down onto his cock, crying out immediately, overwhelmed with how badly she needs him right now, and how good everything feels after that.
“Hey, Moon?” he says, breathlessly. She looks down at him, and he gives her a bright smile. “I really liked that too! You were so cute, I could hardly stand it!”
Rather than replying, she leans down to kiss him hard again, and she does not let up, kissing him until they have both come, until she is relaxing on top of him, while he wraps his arms around her to hold her close to him. It is starting to get close to their curfew, but they can stay like this for a little bit longer, before they have to clean up and head back home.
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Veronica was close to falling asleep.
The platinum-blonde university student adjusted her sprawling position, trying to get comfortable in her single bed. A mild warmth glazed her skin as she pulled the quilt over her body, even though it was only mid-day. The black hoodie and thick grey sweatpants she was wearing cocooned her. This nap has been heavily anticipated.
If Veronica was lucky, she might dream about Katie. That all-too-frequent scene comes to her mind, where the shower is turned off and the bathroom door creeks open. Her short roommate would slip out with a towel wrapped around her torso from her post-gym clean up, her skin exfoliated and her chestnut-coloured hair damp. Sometimes when she walked through the living area on way to her room, Veronica might be lounging on the shared couch, and she’d glance up to see those bare legs. Maybe her gaze would linger too long, and Katie would catch staring her with an exaggerated eye-roll, sending an exciting jolt of shame through her body…
Damn it. She was supposed to be napping.
Although she tried to clear her mind as she wrapped her arm tighter around the pillow, Veronica’s attention was drawn to certain lower pressure she didn’t expect.
God, did she really have to piss now?
It was pretty a mild twinge but noticeable all the same. Veronica squirmed slightly. She could hold a little bit of pee for a quick nap, couldn’t she? Especially considering that heavenly heavy sensation had already flooded her limbs. She was way too comfortable to push herself out of bed.
There wasn’t much doubt that her body would stir if her need got serious, and it might even stop her from sleeping too long.
Yeah, it was decided. Sheer laziness had overruled her fear of waking up to a wet mattress.
Cupping her crotch with her palms and squeezing her thighs together (just as a precaution) Veronica did her best to relax, and soon sleep overcame her.
Consciousness arrived with severe cramp in her bladder.
Veronica gasped, hand clutching her crotch. She bit her lip and curled up in bed. Oh, fuck.
The evening sky had set in so the only light breaching the blinds was the faint glow of streetlights.
She felt disoriented. Confusion had accompanied her rude awakening. Bleary-eyed and heavy-headed, she was clueless as to how long she slept. You idiot.
Despite her foggy mind, Veronica knew she had to get to the bathroom as soon as humanly possible. She felt too hot. Sweat had gathered all over her pale skin and… shit- were her undies damp?
The quivering woman cast her blanket across the room and hauled herself upright. On the edge of the bed, Veronica was still gripping her privates as her knees bounced up and down. She allowed herself a moan.
Have I ever had to piss this desperately?
Forget that. No time to fuck around.
Veronica leapt from her bed, and the action was accompanied by a bladder contraction. A spurt of pee warmed her panties; wetness spread over the crotch and partly up the fabric covering her ass. If they were damp before- oh, God- she wore white today, didn’t she?
Veronica potty-danced through her dim bedroom to the door. She managed to twist the handle and pull, but as lifted her hand she was struck by another cramp.
A more severe leak flooded into her oversaturated underwear. A small wet patch grew slowly on the crotch of her sweatpants, light grey turning darker.
The feeling of dread and embarrassment was really setting in now. Twenty years old, and she was about to wet her pants, with a toilet right down the hall and having been in the house all day?
Surely, she still had some dignity to save?
Whimpering, she stepped into the hall.
Veronica moved towards the bathroom, stopping very few steps to bend over and wrap on let around the other. She had both hands shamelessly down her underwear clutching herself as a final resort.
After a hallway journey that had no right to seem as long as it did, Veronica reached the bathroom door. Her hands were soaked but her sweats were relatively dry.
The student pulled her trembling right hand out of her pants, but before she grabbed the doorknob, a fresh wave of despair fell over her.
No… fucking… way…
The shower was running.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
The hiss of rushing water almost did it. Veronica almost gave in, but managed to clench it after one thick spurt streamed from her damp crotch, painting a wet line down her inner left thigh. Soon, the last of her composure would crumble. She began to bang at the door with one hand.
“Katie! Open this fucking door!”
Her entire body was twisting with desperation.
“Open up!”
“What the fuck, Veronica? I’m in the shower!” she yelled over the gushing of hot water.
“You need hurry! I’ve got t-to… to-”
“Oh my God. If you need to piss, or whatever, you can wait. Act your age.”
Another spray of piss spread over Veronica’s butt and she yelped.
“Katie, please… I can’t…”
“Go away!”
Soon, the sound of the shower was nothing compared to the hissing of the stream below Veronica’s waist. Her bladder finally gave in.
The wetness drenched the light grey sweats as the urine poured through her soaked undies. The small circumference of the dark patch quickly streamed up her backside and down her thighs and across her front. Veronica’s eyes fell closed and her mouth hung open like she was drifting off to sleep. A shivering sensation overcame her bottom half as the pressure ebbed away. She moaned. This feels… God…
“Veronica?”
A light pattering was heard as droplets of pee dropped onto the hardwood floor and absorbed into Veronica’s socks.
The exhausted woman had been holding so much, and now she was even pushing slightly, just to somehow participate in this release. Athough she had already practically wet herself, that little effort on her part was all the more humiliating.
The stream soon slowed to light trickle, so she had to push a little harder to empty her bladder out. She couldn’t bear to admit how comforting this sticky heat was. Those last spurts felt far more pronounced than the prior cascade, as if the reality was truly setting in.
Veronica eventually glanced down at her accident.
The fabric of her pants stuck to her like wetsuit now and there was scarcely a dry spot remaining. She shuffled her feet a little to hear the squelching of her socks in the sizeable puddle she now stood in. Out of curiosity she pulled the waistband of her sweats outwards to see her panties for the first time since this situation began.
Her pee seemed clear, and so the white briefs didn’t appear comically yellow, but they were certainly soaked; so much so that they were see-through and clinging to her mound. The waistband snapped shut with a wet smack.
Veronica straightened her back and breathed out a shaky moan. Her entire body was buzzing with adrenaline; her legs were shaky and weak. It was like the afterglow of sex… but somehow more intense. The embarrassment of having an honest-to-God pants-wetting accident at twenty years old served only to amplify the pleasure of this release. The shame she felt at that thought only pushed her pleasure further, bubbling up inside.
While ruminating over this piss-induced euphoria, Veronica paid no mind to the fact that the shower was no longer running.
The bathroom door was pulled open.
Veronica’s gaze shot up from her wet pants. Her state of confused arousal was far from gone and she could only stand in fearful shock as the towel-wrapped form of Katie appeared in the doorway, smelling like coconut shampoo.
Katie’s baby blue eyes first met Veronica’s. There was agitation evident in her pretty features.
However, before long those eyes traveled downwards and widened as Katie caught sight of Veronica’s sodden sweats and the puddle at her feet. Katie’s breath hitched.
How could Veronica have guessed that wetting her pants would only be the second most embarrassing moment of her evening?
Veronica stared at her bewildered crush in silence for a few moments… and then it came.
Katie began to squeal with laughter. Delighted wheezing began to breach the quiet of the hallway. She clutched the fold on her towel with one hand and placed the other on her stomach as tears formed in her eyes.
Veronica could feel the sting of tears herself.
“Oh, fuck!” she choked out. You actually pissed yourself?” Katie returned to laughing for a few moments. “I mean, maybe I should feel guilty, but how the hell have you managed to piss yourself in your own apartment?”
Veronica had no idea what to say. Too ashamed to maintain eye-contact, she lowered her eyes to the puddle she made and fidgeted with her fingers as the mockery rang out.
After a few indiscernible comments, her roommate’s howling began to fade into some light chuckling. Katie wiped her tears away and Veronica did the same.
“Jesus. I almost just peed there too. What a way to end the day! I’ll let you get cleaned up, tiger. Bathroom’s free.” Katie hopped over the large puddle of urine and gave Veronica a supportive slap on her plump and wet backside. “Remember to mop the floor!”
With a final laugh Katie closed her bedroom door behind her.
Veronica stood frozen in the hallway. The past fifteen minutes had been a fever dream. Her pale cheeks were flushed red but she was fucking clueless as to the cause. Or the specific cause, more accurately. Emotionally, her mind was raving. Her wet clothing had gone cold and she wanted to be rid of them. Especially her underwear.
One burning thought, however, was able to triumph over every other confusion or discomfort.
She padded through the open doorway on trembling legs, slammed the door behind her, then locked it.
She tossed off her hoodie, then peeled off her socks, then her sweats, then her panties, and hopped in the shower. Veronica adjusted the heat, then turned showerhead on and selected pulse.
Oh, Katie…
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Prologue I
Jean sat idly typing away on the keyboard of the cyclopean computer in front of her, slowly sipping her iced tea in an attempt to cool herself down. The combination of heat being expelled from the running equipment and a heavy labcoat made her feel uncomfortably warm in contrast to the light snow flurry outside the sterile walls of the laboratory building. She brushed her auburn hair out from in front of her face, pulling it back into a ponytail. The sound of a familiar voice pierced her concentration. "Still have your face glued in the screen, huh? We should probably be out of here soon, the university wants all the buildings closed off by 10 tonight. They are the one's paying for our little experiment after all."
Jean motioned for the blonde haired woman standing behind her to come over and look at the screen. "Ashley, come over here. I think i found the frequency we're looking for. I'm going to test it before i leave."
Ashley walked over to the now furiously typing Jean to see the screen. She put her hand to her chin before speaking. "That looks an awful lot like the one that caused a short and fried the power for the whole building last time we fired this thing up. Besides, we should really wait for Donovan to be here. He won't be happy if he knows you're doing things under his nose... again."
"Donovan, Donovan!" Jean growled. "That bastard took most of the credit for the paper that got us the funding for this, a paper i did most of the math for, mind you. I'll be damned if i let him take credit for any more of my work."
Ashley put her fingers to her temples. "Listen, it's late. We need to be out of here in 30 minutes. Lets just wait and check the math tomorrow. Besides you should get home, see Ja..." Ashley's eyes got wide as she caught herself in what she just said. Jean abruptly stopped typing. "I'm sorry!" Ashley said. "I forgot about Jack-"
Jean interrupted. "Forgot that Jack was screwing some dumb bimbo behind my back? I almost did too, thank you very much for reminding me!" Jean said with a sarcastic edge as she returned to her typing. She stood up and opened the door leading into a room behind a window in front of the computer she was working at. "I don't think you're understanding this Ash, we could be seconds away from rewriting all of quantum mechanics." She placed two small rods of quartz into two champers on opposite sides of the small, otherwise empty room. "Linking two objects on the quantum level, sharing energy, information, everything across infinite distance. I could end up in the history books for this." She raised the back of her hand, extending her middle finger, towards a portrait of a man with black hair and a goatee. "I don't want to let Donovan end up there instead of me."
"Hey, at least you would be the subject of a documentary about underappreciated female scientists 60 years from now." Ashley said with a awkward laugh.
"Yes, thats more than enough." Jean said, rolling her eyes. She walked back into the larger room and shut the metal door behind her before sitting back down at the computer,
"Hey, hey, it was just a joke. Listen, just sleep on this, you might catch a problem. I don't want to get chewed out again-"
"What was that? Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of destiny calling!" Jean yelled before hitting one final key on the computer.
Sparks of lightning shot from the two chambers in the machine. Jean smiled widely as a blue light filled the room. "Ha! Look at these readings, i told you this would work!" She stared down at the screen as the two rods began to vibrate in synchronicity.
The sound of warning alarms filled the room. Ashley stepped back. "Somethings wrong, shut it down and get out of here!" Ashley yelled.
Jean looked at the brilliant azure light emanating from the chamber. A bolt of blue electricity beamed from the chamber, penetrating the radiation shielding glass, and striking her directly. Jean fell to the ground as the world went back.
"Jean? Jean!" Ashley yelled. "Oh God, i think her heart stopped! I need to call a doctor! I need too- I need too_" Ashley said as she started to hyper ventilate.
Jean slowly sat up from the ground. "Shut up, you're making my headache 10,000,000% worse." Jean groaned. Her vision split for a second, showing three identical copies of everything in the room, save for Ashley, who's copies differed slightly, having one with pastel clothing and another with a denim skirt instead of her usual pants, and the paining of Donovan which looked the same in one copy while having a picture of a woman that looked like Jean in another. Before she could process anything, her vision returned to normal. "I think that hit me harder than i thought." She said before standing up.
"Oh thank God, i thought you where dead." Ashley said before pulling Jean into a hug. "Don't scare me that way again!"
"I'll try not to piss off Zeus again" she said with a chuckle, being interrupted by her pounding headache. "More importantly, how's the computer... and why are all the lights off?" she asked looking around. "I tripped the breakers again, didn't I?"
"I hope that's all. But we need to get you to the hospital, who knows what that freaky blue lightning did to you."
"Relax, i feel fine, just a little light headed. I just need to sleep it off." Jean said. She started towards the door before feeling a strong and previously unnoticed pang in her abdomen. Her knees clasp tightly together as she suddenly became aware of a need she wasn't aware of a few moments ago. "Damn, near death experiences take a number of you old girl." she thought to herself. She contemplated walking to the restroom before Ashley chimed in.
"At least let me drive you home, and promise to go to the hospital if you feel bad."
Jean adjusted her stance and nodded. "Sure, i don't feel like walking back now anyway."
The two of the shuffled down to Ashley's car and began the five minute drive back to her apartment. She shakily sad down in the seat, letting her arms fall limp as she leaned back. Her needs began growing uncomfortably quickly. feeling a sudden desire to shove her hands between her legs. "Did that shock weaken my muscles or something? Should be temporary but it's weird." She thought to herself in a mixture of concern and scientific curiosity. Ashley pulled into the parking lot of Jean's apartment building. Before Ashley could say anything, Jean shot up and out the door. "See you later Ash, thanks for the ride!" Jean ran up to the door of the building and hastily swiped her card before running in.
She turned at the elevator and ran to the lobby's bathroom. After she walked in, her head began to pound furiously again. Her vision split again, turning some of the stalls into changing tables and others into what she though were urinals. "What the fu..." She thought to herself as her body shivered. She was snapped out of her daze by a slight feeling of warm dampness growing between her legs. "OH MAN!" she squealed before shoving her hands between her legs, causing her slightly damp panties to press up against her womanhood. "Did i just piss myself?!" She thought to herself, looking down to inspect the damage. She saw a small, almost unnoticeable dark spot on her pants. "I hope no one sees that before i go up to my room."
She regained her strength as her split vision returned to normal. She removed her hands from between her legs and hastily walked to the nearest stall. She yanked down her pants and underwear and slammed down on the toilet seat before releasing a torrent into the bowel beneath her. "I really need to stop putting this off when i'm working." She thought t herself.
Having rectified her situation, she ran up to the elevator and road it to her room on the 7th floor. She walked in and pealed off her clothes after locking the door. She climbed into her empty king sized bead and stared over to the top drawer of her nightstand. "Well..." she said as she opened the drawer "at least i can use one of these without him giving me that stupid look of his." She said, pulling out a vibrator from the drawer. She turned it on, moving it past her waist just as her head began to bang again. "Not again, maybe i should go to the doctor..."
Prologue II
Jean sat idly typing away on the keyboard of the cyclopean computer in front of her, chugging a beer in an attempt to cool herself down. The combination of heat being expelled from the running equipment and a heavy labcoat made her feel uncomfortably warm in contrast to the light snow flurry outside the sterile walls of the laboratory building. She pull her shoulder length her auburn hair out from in front of her face, pushing it back behind her. The sound of a familiar voice pierced her concentration. "Looking up porn on the job huh, just because no one else is here at this hour, doesn't mean you should do it." A blonde haired woman in a skirt and lab coat joked with a chuckle.
The quip brought back embarrassing memories of the time Jean was caught looking at porn in the library computer after working all night on a project. "Oh shut up cunt, remember i'm technically your boss." Jean quipped back.
"Keep telling yourself that, the only one that treats you like you're in charge in Donovan." The blonde woman said as she walked over to the screen.
"Well, maybe i should kick you and give him your job Ashley."
"Ha, replace me with that dumb stud, you're hilarious." Ashley joked, looking down at the screen. "By the way, the bean counters at the university told me to tell you to leave for the night. They want to shut up all the buildings soon."
"But i'm sooo close!" Jean yelled. "I found the code that'll do it, i know it."
"Is this like all the other times you found the code?"
"Nothing at all like those, thank you. I'll do it tonight. I know it." Jean said, placing two quartz rods into separate chambers inside a room behind the computer.
"Shouldn't you just wait, we need to leave soon. Besides that math looks a little... shaky. Maybe you should sleep on this? Besides, don't you think Jacky boy will get lonely? I swear if i had a boyfriend with a jaw line like that i wouldn't be staying late at work." Ashley said looking up from the computer.
Jean slammed the metal door behind her before walking over to the computer. "Did i touch a nerve?" Ashley asked.
"I found out yesterday that he was cheating on me so i kicked him out." Jean growled.
"Oh... Sorry, i didn't-"
"I don't want to talk about it, help me fire this thing up. This is going to be one for the history books." Jean yelled as she typed in a final line of code. As Ashley pulled a leaver on the other side of the room, sparks of lightning erupted from the twin chambers, filling the room with a deep red glow. The two began celebrating as the readings from the two rods began to synchronize. "I told you it was going to work!" Jean yelled. As she started recording the readings from the experiment, a warning alarm began to sound. Jean started frantically typing away. "What the fuck?"
Ashley stepped back. "It's gonna blow, get down!"
Jean looked into the chamber as a bolt of Crimson lightning erupted out towards her, striking her, knocking her several feet back and to the ground.
"Jean? Jean! This isn't funny, get up!" Ashley yelled, picking Jean's seemingly lifeless body up from the ground. "We've got to get you to the hospital."
"I'm.... I'm fine." Jean said, stepping away from Ashley. "Uggg, my head. I feel like i was hit by a fucking Sam truck."
"Don't scare me like that again Jean! I though you fucking died." Ashley yelled.
"Just a little static discharge." Jean said, shaking her head. Her vision seemed to momentarily distort and split, replacing the picture of herself she had on the wall with a portrait of one of their assistants Donovan and splitting Ashley into three copies, one with pants and another with a almost childish pastel outfit. "The fuck?" she asked to herself before her vision returned to normal.
"You want to go to this hospital?" Ashley asked.
"No, the only medicine i need is served out of a shaker, want to stop at AJ's? It's on both our way's home." Jean asked, wrapping a scarf around her neck.
Ashley shook her head for a moment. "Only you would want to get drunk after being struck by lightning." Ashley quipped.
"So you don't want to get sloshed?" Jean asked
"Fuck no, of course i want to go for a drink, but i wasn't the one struck by fucking lightning." Ashley said, replacing her lab coat with a normal winter coat.
The two of them walked out into the winter cold, departing on a short walk to the nearest bar. AJ's, a bar known for being the closest bar to a college, and for little else. They stormed into the nearly empty bar and sat down in their usual seats. They's become a bit of a fixture by this point, coming in nearly every weekday at around this time, usually complaining about something or sharing ideas. The bar tender Rebekah strolled around to them. "Let me guess, hurricane and a bloody marten?" She asked.
"Something harder, i don't want to remember the last 37 hours." Jean said.
The two of them sat their for the next half an hour, swamping stories, immature jokes, and more than a few complains about men. "I tell you" Jean said before hiccuping "I don't know what he expected. He wanted more commitment? Really? I wasn't hunting for side dick or anything! It was him or nothin! It didn't mater if he wasn't in the mood or something, i did my part!" She yelled swinging her empty glass around. "Fill her up again!"
"I don't know, men are fucking... gay right?" Ashley said with a laugh. "They're, like, so confusing. Sometime i wish i was a lesbian, then i wouldn't have to deal with their bullshit!"
"Yeah!" Jean said. "That'd be awesome! Except for the whole fucking chicks part, but everything else sounds great!
"Yeah, how the fuck does that even work? Like do they just..." Ashley clapped her hands together and rubbed them up and down with a laugh.
"Yeah. FUCK MEN! wait... DON'T FUCK MEN!" Jean yelled
Rebekah gestured at the two of them. "I'm cutting both of you off now, go home."
"Fuck you, cunt!" Jean yelled. "I decide when i've had enough! And i haven't had enough yet! More Boooooze!" Jean yelled.
Ashley grabbed her shoulder. "Nah, nah, we should go Jean. it's late and i'm sleepy."
"Fine, but i'm gonna get... Twice as drunker tomorrow!" Jean said as she stumbled outside.
The two of them stumbled their way down the street towards their respective homes as Jean felt a nagging feeling between her legs. Jean stopped and set her hand on a tree before making sure the streets were empty and turning away from the road. "Hold on, i need to piss." Jean pulled the front of her skirt up, revealing a tight fitting pair of panties with a slit in the front that was buttoned closed. She undid the button with her free hand while her other hand supported her weight against the tree. She moved her fingers into a V shape in front of her slit and spread her legs before sighing and releasing a clear stream onto the tree. "Ahhhhh..." She looked over her shoulder to see that Ashley was doing the same thing on the side of a nearby building. Her head hurt for a second, causing Ashley to appear in threes again, one that was squating, and another that looked almost like she was wearing a-
Her focus was broken, causing her hand to move, splashing her dying stream on her panties and her left stocking. "Fuck!" she shouted, abruptly stopping her stream.
Her vision returned to normal. "Did you just piss yourself!" Ashley said with a laugh.
"Shut up cunt!" Jean said as she walked towards her apartment. A short journey plagued by minor headaches lead her back to her apartment. She road the elvator up to her apartment, rushing through the door hoping that no one would see her. Jean pealed all of her clothes off and jumped into bed. She pulled her laptop into bed and turned it on, opening a incognito window. "I still don't know why i bother with these, it's not like anyone will check my search history." She surfed through video's for a few minutes, slowly massaging herself underneath her blanket. As she landed on a video of a man in a nurse uniform being pinned down by a woman playing the role of a escaped mental patient, her head started to throb again. "Uggg, i feel tired all of a sudden..."
Prologue III... coming sometime later this week.
And yes, the fact that they both get clam jammed is a joke about prologues not having a climax. |
Prologue III
Jean sat idly typing away on the keyboard of the cyclopean computer in front of her, taking occasional gulps from a carton of apple juice in an attempt to cool herself down. The combination of heat being expelled from the running equipment and a heavy labcoat made her feel uncomfortably warm in contrast to the light snow flurry outside the sterile walls of the laboratory building. She pushed one of her twin ponytails over her shoulder, letting it hang behind her back. The sound of a familiar voice pierced her concentration. "You’re still working on that?” Asked a blonde haired woman wearing a pastel pink pink shirt with a pair of overalls under a what lab coat behind her. “Donovan left an hour ago. You know he doesn’t like us doing too much when he can’t check our work.”
“I know, but he’ll be ok with it. I know as much about this as he does. I want to have a successful test before he comes in again.” Jean said, rubbing her knees together subconsciously. Fidgeting her legs up and down.
Ashley’s sounded a small buzzing noise. She looked down and tapped a button to silence it. “Remind me to go to the washroom before we leave if I forget.” She remarked.
Jean looked up from the computer console. “What? Why?” If you need a change, just go now.” She said with a confused expression.
“No, I don’t need a change. I’ve been trying a potty training guide I found online. Some of my friends from are doing it.” Ashley said as she returned her phone to the pocket of her lab coat. “Part of it says that I need to go tinkle every 2 hours whether I need to or not.”
”That sounds like a pain.” Jean said, taking another long drink from her box of juice. “Besides, Does it even work.”
”Yeah” Ashley said enthusiastically. “It was a little rocky at first, but I’ve only needed a change at work once this week. My reminder sounded during lunch and I ignored for a little too long. Speaking of which, how long has it been since you had a change?”
”About...” Jean trailed off. “4, 5 hours. Jack likes to change me himself when I get home from work so I like to hold off on changing unless I need too at the end of the day.”
Ashley sighed. “I wish I had a boyfriend like that, it’s part of why i’m doing this. Changing myself all the time gets a little depressing.”
Jean typed in the last few lines of code for her program, excitingly exclaiming “Eureka!” She motioned for Ashley to come to her. “I think I’ve got it! Come over here.”
Ashley leaned over to look at the screen. “Are you sure? I don’t think we should be doing this without Donovan here. We might be in over our head all by ourselves.”
Jean stood up and walked over to a metal door near the computer, leading into a small room behind it. “It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that can happen?” She placed two quartz rods into chambers on alternate sides of the room before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. She walked over to the computer and typed the last few lines of code into the machine, ordering it to activate. “Besides, this is gonna be fun!” She smiled before striking the enter key
Ashley stepped back, drawing her hands closer to her body. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
The two chambers shot sparks of lightning between them, filling the room with a bright green light. The room filled with screeching alarms. “What’s that noise!” Ashley yelled, covering her ears. A blast of verdant lightning shot through the glass, striking Jean and sending her flying back.
“Jean? Jean!” Ashley yelled. “Oh no, oh no, oh no! Please be ok! I knew we shouldn't have done this alone! Wake up!” She yelled with tear filled eyes.
Jean sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I’m ok, just a little woozy.” Her vision blurred, showing three copies of everything in her line of sight, shifting slightly between iterations. Her focus was broke as her hand landed on something damp. She looked over to see that it had found a yellow puddle, sitting below a small dark spot on Ashley’s coveralls.
”I- I’m sorry. You scared me and I... I just couldn’t hold it anymore. It just sort of... I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAAAAD!” Ashley yelled as she broke down in tears and pulled Jean into a hug. “You’re my best friend Jean, stop scaring me like that!”
”Stop, you’ll get my skirt wet.” Jean said, looking down to see that a need she had hardly noticed before had rectified itself in the moment she was knocked out. Her diaper had overflown, leaving a small dark patch on the back of her pink skirt. “Oh no... Jack is gonna be mad at me again.” Jean said as her face twisted into a frown.
”He’ll be fine, let’s get you changed... and me too.” Ashley said, whipping tears from her eyes.
”Oh, right. Do you mind if I borrow one of yours, I ran out of diapers today.” Jean said with a embarrassed look on her face.
”I was hoping I could borrow one of yours!” Ashley said as her face turned redder than before. “I haven’t been needing a change during the day lately so I just slipped on one of those small diapers and came without a backup.”
”You mean we have to waddle home like this?” Jean yelled. “And the dang vending machine in the bathroom is empty.”
”At least it’s late...” Ashley sighed. The two left on the short walk towards home, the cold winter air chilling them through their damp clothes. The two tried to walk normally despite the damp bulge between their legs.
Jean turned towards her apartment, waving goodbye to Ashley. “See you later Ash.” She said with a frown, not looking forward to seeing Jack’s reaction. She hastily walked up to the elevator, hoping to avoid anyone else seeing the, now far more noticeable damp spot on the back of her skirt. It would hardly be the first time someone had seen a woman with a diaper that had overflown making a walk of shame home because she a man taking care of her forgot to bring a change, but it’s not someone one wants to be seen doing, especially someone with a important job like hers. Women in her position are expected to be able to handle changing themselves, or at least recognizing when they should be changed to avoid this sort of thing.
She got off the elevator and unlocked the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend Jack. She walked in and saw him sitting on the couch with one of the many drink she wasn’t allowed to drink without permission. “Hey hunny...” she said with a smile.
”Hey, you’re getting home late.” The brown haired man said, getting up from his seat. “What took so long.”
”I’m sorry, I was working late, and Ash wanted to walk home.” She said, slowly making her way towards the bedroom, trying to hide the back of her skirt from him. As she started to back up, her head started pounding again. Her vision split, showing everything in the room in triplicate, save for Jack, who remained the only thing unchanged in the room. Jean grabbed her head and leaned against the wall.
”Don’t worry babe, I was just wanting to have a little fun tonight.” Jack said with a grin.
”Oh do you mean playing a board game or the other kind of fun.” Jean said with a happy expression. “It’s been a while since we did that. You haven’t been in the mood lately.” She said with a blush. “Just let me change first and I’ll-“ she said trying to back away before Jack interrupted.
”Oh don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of that.” He said wrapping his arm around her back. He pulled her into him, pushing the bulge in his pants gently against her stomach. He ran his hand down the length of her back. “I know you like it when I-“ he stopped speaking when his hand found a cold damp patch on her skirt. He glared down at her with a judgmental stare.
Jean averted her gaze, looking down to try and avoid eye contact. “Did you let your diaper leak again Jean?”
”No!” She exclaimed. “I- I fell into a puddle on the walk home and-“
“Don't lie to me.” He said with the same judgmental look. “I’m I going to have to start coming to your job and-“
”No!” Jean yelled. “I can handle it myself! This is the first time that happened in 3 months!”
”Stop yelling already.” She said to her. “Fine I won’t, but stop letting this happen. Paying for your clothes comes out of your paycheck so you could care about it more than me.” He sighed.
Jean’s eye’s started to tear up slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
”It’s ok, now let’s clean you up.” He lead her into their bedroom before she sit down on her side of the bed, which had been covered with an absorbent sheet that doubled as a changing table of sorts. He stripped off her skirt and diaper while she took off her shirt and bra. He cleaned off her shaved slit and but with a baby wipe before pulling out a new diaper from the drawer next to them.
Jean looked over to see that his bulge still remained as pronounced as before. “Hey, do you still want to do it tonight? It’s been a while and I was wanting to do it again.”
Jack looked down at her. “Just don’t pee on me again.” He said, pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees.
Jean’s face turned into a pout. “I only did that once!” She said, parting her legs farther as she leaned back. He thrust into her, causing her body to quiver. He kept thrust for the next few minutes as Jean’s breath began to quicken. “I’ve missed this... I- I’m-“ She was cut off by Jack grunting loudly. He pulled his length and it of her, shortly before spraying his seed across her stomach.
”Sorry about the mess, he said as he wiped her stomach off before putting a clean diaper on her. He pulled pants and underwear up before walking towards the door.
”Where are you going?” Jean asked with a disappointed expression.
”Over to Stacy’s. She’s still single so she needs help with some things, so I promised I’d come over and help some more.” He said as he unlocked the front door.
”But you went over last night. And you always stay so for so long. Don’t you think you should-“ Her speech was cut off by the sound of the door slamming. She sighed and pulled the blanket over over chest. “He’s just helping her, he has to be.” She said to herself. She tossed and turned for the best few minutes, her checks still flush. “I wish he wouldn’t do that. He gets me all worked up and stops before i’m done.” Her hand moved down towards the waistband of her diaper. “I know I shouldn’t but... it’s his damn fault. You can’t get a girl like this and leave her.” She whispered to herself as she laid her hand into her diaper before a sudden agonizing headache hit her. “Owww. Maybe that lightning did more than I thou...” |
I find it funny that you predicted the exact swaps i had planned. I'm still experimenting with formatting on this one. I think i'll be writing a few chapters with shifting perspectives, with a couple focusing on one character or swapping between two instead of all three. The first two or three will probably have some mix and matched formatting until i figure it out.
Awakening Pt 1
Jean slowly rose from her pillow, her head still pounding from last night's accident. She looked to the window to see that the sky was barely turning blue. Her vision split into three again for a brief moment before returning to normalcy, as if a fog had lifted from her mind. "Uhhh." Jean groaned. "Why do i feel hungover all of a sudden? I mean it's better than i felt before bed last night, but i feel worse than i did after my 21st birthday party. Was i sleep drinking or something..." Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a deep, masculine voice squealing while a voice that sounded like a woman moaned and grunted it's way through a monologue with some porn tier writing. She looked over to see that a lap top had been left to play, apparently over night, and had cycled through over thirty episodes of poorly produced erotica. Jean rubbed her head as she felt a odd and unfounded desire to close it quickly before anyone saw it. "Did... Did i fall asleep to this?! I don't even remember pulling out my laptop last night, let alone looking up anything this hardcore!" She though to herself before Xing out of the web page and slamming the computer closed. "Come to think of it, i don't remember much of last night. All i remember was collapsing in bed, pulling out my little magic wand and..." Her headache returned briefly, bringing back shadowy memories of dreaming in triplicate, unsatisfying sex, and pissing contests.
She shook her head and checked her phone, dismissing everything as a side effect of overworking and relatively minor electrocution. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked for messages. She looked down to see that she had three messages, two from Donovan, and one from Ashley. "Great, can't want to be chewed out." She pulled up her message list.
Curiously, the messages from Donovan had distorted and discolored text, showing red and green respectively, though having duplicate messages all the same. "The university had a power outage. For safety reasons, we've been told to stay away from the lab until they get power running again. Don't bother coming today."
"Well, sounds like they don't know about the little mishap last night, with any luck it'll stay that way." She said to herself before scrolling down to check the message from Ashley.
"Hey, power in the whole university got knocked out. I don't think they know it was us, got tracked down to somewhere else apparently. But they told me to let you know that they want to talk to you about it when the power is up again, should be early tomorrow morning. With any luck that little power surge will stay a mystery."
"Why do they want to talk to me? Hmm, maybe i'm finally getting some recognition around here." She said to herself. She began typing a response to one of the two messages sent from Donovan to thank him for letting her know, if only as a professional courtesy. The phone returned an error message, saying that he was out of range. She furrowed her brow and tried with the other garbled message, receiving a similar result. She shrugged and set it down, writing it off as him being in a tunnel. She walked over to her wardrobe, thinking that it was probably time she put on some clothes and went outside, remembering how she was nearly out of groceries. She pulled up her top drawer, too see a large selection of plain white and block colored bras, having more in common with the design of sports bras than her normal lacy affair. They lacked hooks and any form of cosmetic decoration save for a bit of padding to slightly exaggerate the wearers bust size, instead having elastic that allowed her to slip it on over her head easily. She looked at them curiously, digging through 20 or more pairs without finding anything that looked familiar. "Welp, when you stop recognizing your own underwear, its time to do laundry. Better pick up some detergent," She slid one of the strange bras on over her head, fitting it on comfortably. She opened the lower drawer to see a equal amount of black and white panties, again lacking any form of ornamentation, save for a slit in the middle of the front, which she assumed was meant to allow for sex without pulling your panties down, even if the lack of lace and decoration was odd on a pair of gimmicky sexy underwear, "I reeeealy need to do laundry."
She hastily put on her clothes and poured herself a tumbler full of coffee before pulling out of her parking lot. She drove down the highway leading to the nearest Walmart, chugging her coffee in an attempt to drive off the hangover that lightning had somehow caused. Around half a tumbler of coffee and 10 minutes later, she ran into a grouping of cars that had come to a stop on the highway. "Dammit a traffic jam, this early in the morning?!" She brought her car to a stop before looking out the window. Her eyes met with a sign of a shirtless man drinking a energy drink. "Huh, last i remember that sign was some super model in a bikini. I mean i appreciate that they're trying to pander to women too but its surprising." She said before taking the last sip of her coffee.
She sat in traffic for the next 30 minutes, noticing a slight discomfort growing in her bladder. "Uggg, you'd think i'd learn after last night to take a piss before i leave for somewhere. I hope this doesn't take too long." She looked around her car in boredom as she slowly inched along, tapping her foot against the floorboard. She looked down on the right side of her car to see a Gatorade bottle filled to the brim with a distinctive yellow fluid. "Oh damnit Jack, i told that bastard to stop leaving his piss bottles in my car. I gave him the kick and i'm still finding his shit- piss everywhere. The toilet seat was even up when i left, i don't know how that even happened." She sat in the car for the next 15 minutes before the cars finally started moving again. She drove past a overturned tractor trailer before turning off the highway to drive towards the supermarket.
She pulled into the parking low and stepped out of her car, locking it before walking towards the doors. Her need for the bathroom had reached the point where it was noticeable, but not so much that she felt desperate or afraid that she wouldn't make it. She was confident at least that the weakening she felt yesterday wasn't long lasting, in fact she almost felt more assured in her ability to hold it for longer than she normally would be. Briefly contemplating waiting until she got home before her memory of last night told her that it was a bad idea. She made a quick turn towards the restroom after walking through the doors of the building. She walked into the women's room, but stopped shortly afterwards once she saw a line of urinals with unusually long based jutting out of the wall across from a line of stalls. She froze for a second. "Did, did i just walk into the men's room. Ok just need to walk out quickly before anyone see-"
Her thoughts stopped as a short girl, looking about 7 or 8 years old, ran past her, followed by a slightly older girl looking like she was a year or two shy of being a teenager. "Oh man, oh man." Jean heard the younger girl wispier to herself as she pulled a small piece of cardboard with red and back designs out of her pants pocket, pushing on its sides to turn it into some kind of cone or funnel. She unzipped her pants and shoved the large end of the funnel into her fly before sighing in what sounded like relief, followed by a clear stream flowing out the smaller end into a urinal.
"Ha, i won." The older girl said, pulling the front of her skirt up to her waist and moving both hands around under it before a similar stream shot into the Urinal in front of her. "And you even use one of those, you wear diapers too?"
"Shut up, that was a stupid dare anyway. You only drunk a medium."
Jean slowly backed out of the bathroom, rubbing her eyes and looking up to confirm that she had, indeed, been in the women's room and that those girl's likely weren't cross dressing short people. "Something is very wrong." She thought to herself. She walked deeper into the store, seeing more signs of things having shifted, Mostly dads doing grocery shopping, men being sexuaised in advertising, woman as the protagonists pictured on almost every bit of media she saw, more of them that was familiar being action movies. She even found a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey where the roles had very clearly been reversed.
She eventually found her way to the health isle and came across a small selection of boxes containing between 10 and 50 of those small paper funnels, most of them being branded with gender bent versions of super heroes or action movie protagonists she was familiar with. She stared blankly for a moment before someone she heard someone speak. "You start teaching your daughter?" Jean looked over to see a woman wearing a store uniform. "I did too recently. She's still a little shaky on her aim, so i got her some of these." Before Jean could speak, the woman walked closer. "Listen, i know it seems a little pointless. Hell, my mom wouldn't let me wear pants for a solid year when i was that young because i kept making a mess." She said with a laugh that made it sound like that was meant to be relatable. Not wanting to seem out of place, Jean mimicked her laugh. "But trust me, your husband will thank you. Washing pee stains out of a little girl's clothes is not fun. Besides, it's bad for her self esteem to keep making a mess on herself everytime she has to go. She'll learn faster when she's not fucking it up and looking like she wet herself every time she tries in public."
"Oh course." Jean said absentmindedly. Her scientific had successfully been aroused. She was curious to learn more about what exactly had transpired last night and why things had shifted so much. But first, some part of her wanted too see exactly what this was all about. "But do you have anything less... Juvenile?" She asked looking up at the rack.
"I know, all little girls want to feel cool. Some of them don't want to try these." The woman reached up to grab a pack with a heroine's sidekick by the name of Red Robin, clearly this timeline or universe's equivalent of Damian Wayne, at least that was her best guess. Jean wasn't the biggest fan of Batman, she was more of a MCU fan. Her mind briefly wandered to how those movies had changed before the sales woman passed the package too her. "The DC one's all have comics in them, the kids love it. They work in instructions into the story to try and make them more comfortable using these until they get the hang of things."
Jean thanked her and took the package, noticing that she had conveniently handed her the one with the largest amount in them. She threw them in her basket and finished her shopping before walking out to her car. She opened up the package of funnels she had just bought and read through the back of the box. "These are disposable apparently, though i suppose that's obvious." She had vaguely remembered coming across a add for something like this in her late night web searches, funnels for hikers and women traveling to let them avoid touch dirty toilets or squatting in the woods, though she had never seen anything like this before. She opened the box up and found the small comic at the back of it.
She opened the booklet and leafed though it. The story was hardly anything special, bat woman and her sidekick on patrol. There was some unnotable dialog before Red Robbin started a obvious potty dance with Batwoman taking notice. "No one's around, just go." She said looking though her Binoculars.
"I... I don't want to. I'll just wait till we get back." The sidekick said awkwardly.
"Is this about what happened last week? I put something in your belt for it. Just use that already." She said looking down at her sidekick.
"But... but i... It's ok, i don't need a funnel."
"It'll be a pain to move around with wet spandex, just use it... I had one of those when i was young too. You'll be able to get rid of it soon."
The next few panels were mostly explanations on how to open and use those funnels, with a final shot of Red Robbin peeing off the side of a building with the heroine standing next to her, peeing without one. Jean started to feel like this was some kind of coming of age thing, mothers and daughters bonding by teaching them to pee standing. Just as Jean was beginning to ponder the anthropological implications of this, the nagging need she had been ignoring this whole time began to reassert itself. She shoved her knees together. "Crap!" She said to herself.
She looked over to the store again, not feeling confident in her chances of making it back across the parking lot. She fired up her car and drove across the street to the gas station. She remembered how sparce the stalls in the women's room were and looked down at the package of funnels she had just bought. She decided to shove on into her jacket pocket and ran into the gas station. she ran back to the woman's room, resisting the urge to hold herself. She stormed into the single person bathroom and locked the door behind her. "When will you learn, stop putting this shit off." She whispered to herself. She looked over to the toilet seat to see that it was covered in piss and who knows what else. She nearly gaged before looking over to see a urinal next to it. She had to remind herself of the last few hours as she walked over to it. "Well, i'm glad i bought these." She though to herself as she hastily unfolded it into a elongated shoe like funnel. She lifted her skirt and began to pull down her panties before noticing the slit in the middle. She seemingly automatically unbuttoned it and slid the large end of the device into it. Her floodgates burst as her bladder began emptying into the funnel, causing a torrent of yellow piss to fall into the urinal below her. "Oh thank god, i felt like i was gonna-"
Her sighs of relief were interrupted by a slight warm dampness near her butt. She realized that some of her pee was flowing backwards into her panties. She clinched herself tightly to stop the flow. She briefly considered waddling over to the toilet before realizing that her bladder would begin voiding again whether she liked it or not. She readjusted the device, pushing the base of it closer to her skin before the flow resumed. She sighed with relief as her bladder slowly emptied.
She looked down to inspect the damage to her panties as she pulled out the apparatus and threw it in the trashcan. "Thankfully, its only a little damp. Shouldn't be too bad." She washed her hands and walked out to her car before driving towards home. As she was pulling out, she heard a notification. She looked down to see it as she pulled onto the interstate, curiously, it had a weird red distortion just like one of the texts she got from Donovan.
"1 new voice memo." |
Awakening Pt 2
Jean slowly rose from the bead rays of sunlight pierced through her blinds. She rubbed her forehead as she slowly opened her eyes. "Owww. My poor head. I haven't had a headache like this in years." She pulled her left hand out from under the blanket, realizing that she was holding onto something she didn't recognize. A long pink plastic cylinder with a dull pointed end and buttons near the base. "Whats this? I don't remember having this when Jacky put me to bed." She moved her legs around, realizing that a uncomfortable nervous feeling had formed in her abdomen, and weirdly, she lacked the usual padding between her legs she was accustomed too. She threw her comforter off too see that the protective sheet she usually slept on was gone and, more alarmingly, she was missing her diaper. "I thought jack put me in one last night. Oh well, at least i'm dry this morning. That could have ended badly."
She got up and walked to her bathroom, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone notifications while she brushed her teeth. She took notice that her pink musical electric toothbrush had vanished, being replaced with a more standard electric toothbrush like Jack used. She stood their subconsciously fidgeting and bobbing up and down while read though her text messages. "That's weird? Why did Donovan send me the same message twice? Why is this message from Ashley so distorted? When did i record a memo? I wonder if that experiment yesterday messed up my phone. Maybe i should..." Her thoughts were shocked back to reality as she felt a weak warm trickle falling down her thighs. She quickly dropped her toothbrush in the sink and shot her free hand down between her legs, bringing her knees together to hep stop the flow. "Oopsie." She said to herself. "Better be careful, forgot i didn't have a diaper on. I don't want to be making a mess." Once her leak was under control, she waddled over to the toilet, sitting down to let it continue while she collected her thoughts. "Better finish here, don't want to put a diaper on and soak it immediately."
She looked through her phone for a few more minutes while here bladder emptied itself, taking notice that her search history was full of things she didn't remember looking up. Searches for insanity, various historical events, women's underwear, and a search for "why aren't girls potty trained". She looked curiously at it, thinking about when she would have looked any of this up. She rose up and took a bit of toilet paper to clean herself up, noticing that her pubic hair had seemed to grow wildly over night. "I need to ask Jack to help me shave. Then again he's never good at it, maybe i should just do it myself."
She stood up and walked her way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab herself a apple juice. As she walked naked through the apartment, she fantasized about Jack coming home and taking her then and there to make up for his early departure last night. She felt a momentary desire to begin rubbing herself between her legs, stopping herself. "Oh jean stop it, its not his fault he can't do that for very long. You shouldn't be doing this. Just ask him tonight, maybe you'll be as happy as he is. Besides, remember what mom said, men don't girls who touch themselves." She opened the fridge to get herself a apple juice, looking into it with confusion. Some of Jack's beer was there, but most of the drinks were either tea or water. "Ahhh man!" Jean whined as her mouth turned into a pout. "We're out of juice. Better get some today." She grabbed a large bottle of sweet tea and guzzled it down to moisten her dry throat. "Mmmmmm Yummy, this tea is good though."
She grabbed another bottle and took a sip before walking back to the bedroom. She looked into her diaper drawer with confusion and alarm, noticing that her diapers were gone, replaced with what looked like underwear. They were nothing like Jack's, they were frilly and tight, too small for him and didn't look like the sort of thing a man would wear. She dug though every other drawer in the house, hopping to find where she had misplaced them, but only finding some small pads that looked like they wouldn't absorb much in a package referring to periods. "Frick! If this is some prank from Ashley it's not funny! I need to ask Jack to get me some now, and i might leak all over the furniture while i wait... But Jack will get mad, he told me to handle my own diapers from now on! What will i do?!" She nervously looked around, trying to think of what to do.
"Well... i think i just have to go to the store... without a diaper on." She said to herself, mortified at the idea of peeing in her clothes and walking around damp all day until she can get home. She steeled herself, sitting down on the toilet to drain what little pee had accumulated in the last few minutes from her, and stuffed a couple pads into a pair of the new underwear she found. She remembered what Ashley told her yesterday about her potty training, and things her parent's had done when her brother was being potty trained. She grabbed some towels and a mop bucket, remembering how her little brother always had a training potty near him for car rides. She pulled out her phone again, setting a alarm. "What was it? 2 hours? M-maybe i should set it for 1. Come on Jean, you're a scientist. One of the smartest women in the world. You can stay dry for a car ride, 30 minutes there, 30 minutes inside, 30 minutes back. You've done way harder things. You can do this." She said to herself in an attempt to dispel her nervousness.
She threw on her clothes and the padded underwear before leaving on the fastest route she could calculate to the store. After a short ride, she arrived in the parking lot, getting as close to the doors as possible. She nervously walked out, trying not to let on that she was diaper less. For all the nervous fear, she couldn't help but feel a little excited, like she was cheating life. The kind of naughty excitement she always felt doing something she new that she wasn't suppose to. She looked around at all the people, curiously all the women were dressed weirdly today. She had noticed that most of her cuter clothes most have been dirty, but the only girls that dressed in a way she was use too were children. She also took notice of a couple women in tight pants that lacked any sort of bulge in the rear. "Looks like i'm not the only one who ran out today... or are more women trying to potty train like Ashley now? Something is definitely different than normal."
She walked though the doors and checked her phone after being greeted. "Hmmm, still 20 minutes left before i said that i would go potty. Maybe i should... NO. I'll go now, finish shopping, and then potty again before i go home. I will not get my pants wet again." She said before walking towards the women's changing rooms. While they didn't have many, one or two for most, they usually had a stall for women that needed to poop. She knew that she could use those today until she could get some diapers. She walked through the doors and stopped. The diaper vending machines she was use to were gone. The benches for changing yourself too. Instead there was a long like of stalls. She double checked that she wasn't in the men's room before walking into the first stall. "I've never seen a changing room like this before." She said to herself as she pulled down her underwear and sat down on the seat. She looked down to check the padding to make sure she hadn't leaked without realizing. "Dry? Yes!" She thought to herself with a smile, forcing a small trickle of urine from her bladder, something she wasn't use to doing intentionally when the need wasn't present. Her short stream came to a halt as she got up, wiping herself with toilet paper before pulling up her underwear and exiting the bathroom.
She felt a burst of confidence and the same naughty excitement she couldn't put a name too but loved so dear. "So this is what potty training feels like! I think i see why Ashley is doing it. I think i'll join her." She thought to herself with a smug smile. "Oh, but Jack might not like it... Oh well, he doesn't have to know. I'll just wet a diaper before i come home in the evening and go potty like the boys do when i'm out." She strolled around the store, taking time to look though everything, picking up juice, candy, and some refrigerator meals, as well as some general essentials. She eventually made her way back to the health department, looking though the adult diapers. She frowned while she looked though them. "Why are all of these grey and black? Where are the cosmic pattern ones i always get?" She also noticed that all of the ones that were there were thin, smaller than anything she was use too and having more in common with the unnervingly thin one's Ashley wore now. "Something weird is going on." She said to herself, picking out a pack of the only brand that were pink in color.
She began heading towards the checkout when her alarm sounded. "I've been here for an hour already? I should checkout and go to the bathroom before i leave." She stopped in her steps when she saw a display in the electronics department. "Hey, that game looks fun!" She said to herself as she abandoned her buggy and picked up the controller. She played for the next half an hour, replaying the same level trying to reach the end. By the time she had nearly hit the end of the level, she had become extremely uncomfortable, constantly shifting her weight from leg to leg, adjusting her stance and moving her legs closer or farther from each other. "Gggg, almost. Come on just get the- NO! Come on, come on, I'm almost there. Yes, yes, YES!" She yelled after to beat the first boss of the proper game, ending the demo. "Wooooo Hoooooo! I'm getting that." She threw the game's box in her cart as her body relaxed from the tension of that boss battle. She exhaled as her muscled unteansed. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide and she slammed her knees together, putting both hands between her legs. "Ooops, that was a close one." She thought to herself, realizing that she had just barely avoided a tragedy. She straightened herself back to normal, making sure to keep the rarely used muscled in her pelvis as taught as she could manage. "Ok, game plan. Go potty, check out, go home."
She walked to the bathroom as quickly as she could manage, abandoning her buggy close to the entrance and walking up to see that a short line had formed in front of her. "Oh no!" she said to herself. She slowly walked along, fighting a urge to hold herself. "Jean, you can do this. This is easy. You held it for 8 hours last night. Don't let up and let yourself leak. Keep focused. You can do it." She though to herself, slowly shifting her weight as she walked. She walked along, keeping her full concentration on keeping her muscles tensed to stop a leak from beginning. After a few minutes, she rammed through the door and ran to the first stall, slamming the door shut as pulled her underwear down before thrusting herself down to the toilet. She exhaled and pushed slightly, freeing a oddly small stream from her body, smaller at least then the one she expelled this morning. "I- I made it! YES YES YES! She though to herself, throwing her fist in the air. "Ha, this potty training thing is easy. I'm practically already done." She said as she pulled her underwear up before walking back out to check out.
She walked out to the car and loaded what she bought into the trunk. She had just began pondering where else she wanted to go with her day off when she looked down to her phone again. The voice memo she saw was still nagging at her. "Maybe i should check this out, it might explain something about this morning."
She clicked on the distorted notification, causing it to play. A familiar voice erupted from the phone's speakers, sounding exactly like Jean's own voice, though quite a bit more volatile. "Ah fucking hell! Something weird is going on. Everything was topsy turvy when i woke up this morning. Iv'e been trying to wrap my head around it. Jack came home acting like nothing happened, worse he was acting like i was crazy for calling him out on what he was up to with that bitch. Of course that wasn't the only problem, all my underwear was gone this morning among... other changes. But to get to the point, ive been seeing duplicate messages and files on my phone, whatever happened must have screwed with it too. This might sound weird, but if anyone is hearing this, record a message too. I've got to get to the bottom of this." |
Thanks. I'm trying to lean into Green's psychological hangups a little bit, you'll see more of that later on. Like how she gets such a kick out of running around without a diaper on, you could see it as being like how a kid likes doing things they aren't suppose too, or you could take it like her being excited by the idea of her doing something people don't think she can or should be able to do. Like her booting up the machine was one part doing something behind someone's back and one part her doing something she knew she could do but everyone thought that she couldn't. At least that's a take on it, but death of the author. As for her being full on incontinent in her universe, i will confirm that she isn't, at least not because of any physical reason. You'll see more of it in this chapter but i just want to clarify that her being in diapers isn't biologically necessary.
Awakening Pt 3
Jean rubbed her temples as she looked down at her phone screen. "That was probably too much to ask. The fact that i'm seeing duplicates of things on my phone doesn't mean anyone else it. It's a leap, but hopefully my hunch is correct." She sighed before throwing a suitcase full of clothes out of the window. She leaned out before looking her head outside. "If i forgot any of your stuff don't bother telling me asshole! And I'll call the cops if you come back, don't forget this place is in my name!" She said as she slammed the window shut.
She heard her phone buzz. Jean looked down to see a notification with a characteristic blue distortion. "1 new Voice Memo." She tapped the message and hit place. "Well, either i went insane, recorded this and just forgot about it, or there really is something fishy going on. When i woke up this morning, everything was out of wack too. It was like the entire planet went full rule 63. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that this was because of that experiment I... or rather we, did last night. From what I've gathered you must have had some kind of incident during the entanglement experiment like what happened to me. Tell me exactly what happened last night and this morning, then how everything is differing from the norm."
Jean smiled, happy that her reach of a theory was correct and that the likelihood of her going insane had gone down. She opened up the recorder and started thinking though her morning to decide what to add and what to omit. "Last night i ran a experiment trying to entangle the atomic structure of two rods of SiO₄ on the quantum level to allow for electron transfer between them, there was a power surge that resulted in a discharge of red electricity that let me sickened for the rest of the night until i went to sleep at approximately midnight. Given what I've been able to gather, something similar happened to you. When i woke up this morning I-" She stopped for a second remembering some embarrassment from the early morning hours, how she was thrust awake by a nagging bladder and stumbling her way groggily onto the toilet thinking she was naked, only to realize too late that she was wearing a quickly dampening diaper. "When i woke up i realized that something was off. All the men acted like women and as far as i can gather women are treated almost like children here, complete with... absorbent underwear. I was no longer the head of the synthetic entanglement project, being replaced by one of my assistants Donovan Kline. I assume that the two of us swapped places somehow." Jean said, trying to include the information that she thought would be scientifically important.
Jean looked at her phone for the next few minutes before another recording was saved. "I appreciate mentioning that Quartz had the same chemical makeup where you come from, it at least somewhat confirms that most scientific laws hold constant. Regardless, your mention of men acting like women and you being the head of the project confirms that I've ended up where you're suppose to be, but the place you ended up doesn't sound familiar. I haven't seen Jack in more than a week, and he knows better than to try and talk to me right now. Besides, your description of the... world, or timeline, or whatever this is doesn't seem to line up with mine. If we are swapping places, there seems to be at least a third party involved, possibly more. I won't be able to answer for a while, i'm going to try talk to Ashley about something and then try to find a more efficient way of communicating."
Jean straightened her back and set her phone down. "Great, there are more of us in this. Well at least i don't have to worry about someone wearing my body pissing herself in front of everyone." She grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge and walked into the bedroom. "Now to see if i can find something wearable." She was still naked from the waist down after the incident this morning, wearing only a pink bra with a space ship pattern under a long plain white tee shirt she threw on to avoid giving Jack the pleasure of seeing her naked when she threw his clothes out the window. She riffled through the closet looking for something presentable. "Pink, Pink, Pink, Cartoon Characters, does this chick not understand the concept wearing something that isn't a fucking pastel pink! I'd look like a little boy in these!" She eventually came across a yellow floral sundress. "Not my taste but i wouldn't die if someone saw me in it, i just hope she makes a lot of money because i need to do some clothes shopping today, call it the embarrassment tax for making me piss myself this morning by sleeping in one of those. Maybe i'll find some that have actual fucking pockets like the one's back home do. Now to just grab some under..." She slapped her forehead in frustration. "I really shouldn't have thrown out all of Jack's shit, should i? It might have been close to his taint but its better than wearing one of those. And i can't exactly go commando in a dress now can i, that's just asking for trouble." She looked in the open diaper drawer for a second. "Eh fuck it, i'll just avoid any vents and hope it's not windy, better to take the chance of giving some people a look than loose my dignity entirely."
She walked out to her car, seeing Jack speed off with his suitcase in the backseat as she walked to the car door. She chuckled slightly before getting in and speeding off to the store. She pulled into the parking lot and hopped out of the car. She felt a slight twinge in her bladder as she walked to the doors of the building "Really? This is the third time since this morning, this girl has a bladder the size of a pea. Looks like i'll get too see what a bathroom here looks like." She groaned to herself. She walked towards the bathrooms too see the convenient lack of a line. She walked inside the room women's to see a row of changing tables with a vending machine for diapers, and the annoying out of order sign on the only stall in the place. "Well... Looks like the universe is just pinning me down today, at least i'm not wearing underwear so i'm saving her the work of pulling them down. Guess i'll just have to hold it."
She walked back into the store and headed towards the clothing department, looking through the women's section. "Looks like it's not other me's fault all she had was that crap, all of these look like something a child would wear." She picked up a couple black skirts and plain white undershirts, some of the few clothes that didn't have the common childish look to them, though the fact that the skirts she picked up marketed a "Water Repentant Interior" made her visibly cringe. She looked for women's underwear for a few minutes before wandering her way into the men's isles. The women's pants all had enlarged bottoms that she didn't care for, electing to grab some men's jeans instead. She also grabbed a red V neck button up shirt that looked something like she had at home, and a grey hoodie. After a bit more walking, she finally stumbled onto the underwear isle. "Just like i thought, no women's under-" She whispered to herself, stopping when she saw the first pair of boxers with a fly in them. They didn't have any sort of model or advertising on them, just showing a brand name on the packaging "Well, glad to see not all women are going around like toddlers here." She grabbed a few packs in her size, walking away before looking at anything else.
She moved towards the changing rooms, running in and locking the door before opening a pack of underwear and slipping one on, knowing that she would be taking the self checkout so no one would question it. "Ahhh, that's much better. Though, they're a little roomy between the legs for some reason, maybe they had to make room for some kind of pad or something encase they leak. Still, it's nice to have these on again." She smiled at herself in the mirror, lifting her dress up to get a better look. While she was observing herself, her bladder decided to remind her of the juice she had downed earlier. She groaned to herself. "Great, maybe i should buy a Gatorade or something and empty it out so i can go in the car. Or..." She looked at the clothes she picked up and had a idea. "This is stupid, but will they really suspect me? And whats the worse that could happen."
She threw off her dress and quickly threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and her hoodie, stowing away her dress inside her hoodie to make her curves less noticeable. She pulled up the hood hiding her hair in a not behind it. She exhaled and walked out of the changing room, making sure that no one would see her. She pushed her car towards the bathrooms, leaving it outside. She walked into the men's room, looking down to look less suspicious. She moved inside planning to just go into a stall, stopping when she saw a line of urinals across from the stalls. "Wait? What?" She looked back to confirm that she had walked into the men's room. She slapped her head. "You idiot, everything is topsy turvy here, The men must piss standing... which means these are men's underwear i'm wearing. Wait, how do they even... I mean i've heard that they can but how do they even do it? Does it always make a mess, or..." She trailed off as her body reminded her of its current needs, sending a wave of nagging desperation radiating through her. "Ok, ok, i'll empty you in a second." She groaned, walking to a urinal. She parted her legs and unzipped her fly, leaning forward slightly. She pulled up on her slit with one hand, pulling down the bottom of her jeans with the other. A small stream formed as she sighed in budding relief just as the sound of a door opening made her stop.
She looked to her right as a man walked over to use the urinal two spaces away from her. She leaned further forward the urinal to hide herself behind the divider. She looked over at him, seeing his hands vanish behind the divider as a the sound of falling piss echoed from in front of him. She looked for a second in a mix of curiosity and embarrassment, trying to hide herself while imagining what was going on behind the small grey barrier. "It's ok Jean, just think of running water." She though to herself, humming in an attempt to drown out his presence so she could resume her release. She stood there awkwardly for a few seconds trying to pee before she rezipped her pants and turned her back to him, walking towards a stall. She closed the door behind her. "25 years old and you still can't piss when a guy is in the room, great work. Reminds me of the time i had to piss in the kitchen sink because Jack was taking too long in the shower." She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her knees, opening the fly on her boxers and reassuring a similar position to before. She whistled to herself for a few seconds until the sound of the man outside disappeared. "He's gone, watterfalls, streams, long movies, long movies." She signed with relief as the stream she halted before sprang back to life, arcing into the toilet below with a satisfying splash. She stood there for about three seconds before it ended. "Thats it, really? I need to find some way to fix these bladder muscles if i'm gonna stay here for a while, otherwise i might as well work in the damn bathroom. Or just keep a piss jug nearby." She felt her phone vibrate as she pulled her pants back up.
"17 new Voice Memos." |
Ok time to finally get back to this. @brucejedi inspired me to get back to work from the writers block and finally make another entry. I'll try and make this a regular series again and not go back into burnout. Oh, and brucejedi, you made me continue this, I hope the next chapter of yours will be out soon. (Also if the formatting is screwed up from here on out, sorry, I think the site changed a lot.)
Discovery Pt1
"Answer me already you, you- You red tinted Witch!" Jean yelled into her phone before pressing the button to record it, upset that the person who had apparently ruined her relationship with her boyfriend wouldn't even answer her. She let out a audible sigh as she closed her apartment door behind her. She threw her groceries and newly purchased protection down on her couch before grabbing her forehead. "I need icecream." She groaned before walking to the fridge. She opened the top of her refrigerator and sighed again seeing its lack of anything sweet. "Aaaaand none of that. Great. I need comfort food dang it." She whined looking in the lower part of the fridge that held the rest of her groceries. Her eyes fell on the alcohol in the bottom shelf.
She subconsciously looked over her shoulder as if someone was there to tell her no. She popped off the cap with a satisfying hiss. "Well.... Might as well." She took a long drink before sitting it on the counter. She had snuck a glass of alcohol from Jack before, and had taken some from her father when she was younger, though it wasn't something she made a habit of. She knew that women weren't suppose to drink this, but that never stopped her from a little bit of exploration. She grabbed a couple more bottles and walked to her couch to try and process things. "I can't believe this. Jack's gone? He would never cheat on me, she has to be wrong. I'll tell her to apologize and when this whole thing is sorted I'll have my Jacky back!" She said as she downed the first bottle she grabbed. She tossed it down into the bin before opening another and taking another long swig. "This doesn't taste the best, but it is kinda fun to drink at least."
She flipped through shows on Netflix trying to find something familiar. She eventually settled on a movie about a ship she had never seen before but her doppleganger had apparently paused and pressed play, starting to feel slightly dizzy and buzzed. She sat through a couple minutes, using it as background noise while she refreshed her phone to see if there was a new memo. "Jack i want you to draw me like one of your French girls." The mention of that name drew her attention for a second. She watched more closely for a few minutes, reaching a scene where the female lead undressed for her portrait to be drawn. She blushed for a second before noticing that she was missing a diaper.
"That must have caused some reshoots. I wonder how many times they had to redo this because she leaked on set? I know back home they don't shoot nude scenes that often." She thought to herself absently while the tension of the scene made her feel a tingling desire between her legs. "I wonder is the Jack here would listen if i asked her to come over." She subconsciously shifted her legs around before a sudden growing warmth caught her attention. Her eyes shot down to see a growing puddle and large damp spot on her skirt. "NO NO NO NO!" She yelled slamming her hands down into her crotch trying to stop the flow, giving up when she realized that the damage was already done. "I couldn't even feel it coming that time." She pouted, standing and peeling off her cloths before going to get a towel. She tossed her soaked undergarments and skirt into the washing machine and started cleaning up the mess. "That was my fault, i should have changed out of those stupid undies when i got back." She thought back to the scene she had just watched and to the lack of diapers and changing tables she saw today. "Wait, i wonder... Are all women potty trained here?"
After she changed and showered, she sad down at her desktop to search for answers. How to potty train your daughter, Women's Diapers, Incontinence. All of her searches seemed to confirm her theory. "So i was right. Looks like things really are different here." She leaned back, feeling a slight damp squish in her diaper. "What? Guess i wasn't empty before after all." She stood up taking note of how a relatively small leak felt more noticeable in these thinner diapers but thankfully hadn't leaked through.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call from Ashley, she name wasn't distorted, leading her to believe that she was this world's version. She hastily answered, not wanting one of the others to answer. "Hey, Jean. Are you ok? You seemed a little... off after yesterday. You need me to drive you to the hospital?"
"No, I'm fine. Oh, Ashley, weird question but what color was that lightning that struck me yesterday?" She asked hoping to gain some more clarity on the situation.
"Blue, i think. Why?"
"Just asking." She sighed out, stumbling as she walked to the counter as the rest of the beer she had drank was starting to effect her. "About that experiment, i think there might be something i need to talk to you about. Didn't you mention something to me about,,, parallel universes or something when this started?"
"Well, yeah. I was the one who thought that this whole thing could let us cross to divergent timelines, but you and Donovan laughed at me."
Jean remembered back to how Ashley was hoping to hop to a universe where elves existed. "Yeah, sorry about that. But in our defense you wanted a handsome elf to change you..." She stopped herself remembering the exact nature of the situation.
"One, they weren't elves, i wanted to date a Jedi, Ewan McGregor is hot and i don't care what anyone says. Two, in a infinite number of realities there must be one where-"
Jean cut her off to prevent a familiar rant. "Right, right, right. Listen, can you come over here later? I need to talk to you about something."
"Um, sure. Why?"
"Long story, but i need you over here soon. I think i might need your help with something." She said think of how to best explain the situation.
"Ok, i'll be over there soon. Bye."
She hung up and felt a buzz on her phone. "1 new Voice Memo." |
The sound of crying was almost lost under the general hubbub of the mall.
Mina came to a sudden halt right outside the shop she was headed towards, prompting an indignant noise from someone behind her. She ignored them, instead peering around to try and find the source of the noise. Nothing was immediately visible, so she started off in the direction she thought it might be coming from, weaving around the other shoppers on her way.
And there, huddled in a corner a couple of storefronts over, she found a little girl. She was sitting on the floor, curled up on herself, and sobbing quietly.
Mina crouched down in front of her, trying for a reassuring smile. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
The kid looked up at her and didn’t cower away, so it had probably worked. She sniffed, and through her tears managed to say, “I lost my mommy.”
“It’s gonna be okay,” Mina told her. “I can help you get back to her, safe and sound. Yeah?”
“Mommy s-says I’m not s’pos’ta go with strangers,” she pointed out. She very visibly wanted to agree, but she also pulled one hand free of her huddle, revealing fingernails that looked to end in sharp points. This kid had good instincts.
“She’s right,” Mina said. “That’s good advice. But I’m not just any stranger; I’m a hero student. Do you want to see my card?”
The kid nodded, and Mina pulled her provisional license out of her pocket to hand to her. She took it, carefully inspected it (it was unlikely that she actually knew to look for anything in particular, but Mina appreciated the effort, and it would make her feel safer), and handed it back. “Pinky?”
“Yeah!” Mina took it. “It’s ‘cause of my eyes, can’t you tell?”
The joke landed; she broke into a somewhat wet laugh. “No it’s not! It’s your skin, an’, an’ your hair!”
Mina pulled a comically surprised face, putting her hand up to feel at her hair. “Wow, you’re right! You’re really clever! With brains like that to help me I bet we’ll have you back with your mommy in no time!”
She extended a hand to the kid, slowly so as not to spook her. The kid took it and pulled herself upright, not letting go of Mina’s hand as she too stood. Mina picked her up, noticing in the process that her other hand was covered with what looked like a fairly sturdy glove.
Subsequent questioning revealed several things, most notably: her name (Aya); the last place she’d seen her mother (near one of the mall’s exits); and what her mother looked like (mostly unhelpful because small children were not good at describing people but the hair and outfit colors were something to go on). They set off towards said exit, Aya burrowing into her as her tears developed into hiccups.
Halfway there, they ran into an interruption.
Or rather, an interruption caught them, in the form of a hand on her arm and a barked, “Hey!” The hand jerked her around. Aya, startled, yelped and squeezed hard on the hand Mina was holding hers in.
Her assailant was a large man, not tremendously muscular but by no means out of shape. His hair was shaved short, he had several piercings in his ears and one in his eyebrow, and his shirt was emblazoned with a band logo that anyone with a heteromorphic quirk knew as a warning sign. And he was very obviously angry. “What the fuck are you doing with that kid, huh!?”
Mina shrank back as best she could with her arm still in his grip. “I - I’m just-”
“What,” he snarled, “you think you can just walk away with someone’s kid? Think no-one’s gonna see she’s crying, huh, bitch? Where the fuck’s her momma, ‘cause she sure as fuck ain’t yours!”
“It-” she stammered. “It’s not like-”
“Hey!” Aya yelled, startling Mina into a jump. “Pinky’s not kidnappin’ me, mister! I lost my mommy an’ she found me and she’s a hero an’ she’s gonna help me! She showed me her hero card! Stop yelling at her, you - you jerk!”
The man only looked angrier at that, face reddening. He looked like he was about to say something else, but then he glanced around at the crowd, a number of whom were now watching them after the respective outbursts. His teeth clenched hard enough to look almost painful, and he let go of her forcefully, almost shoving her away. “Fine,” he growled. And then, muttering “Fucking monster bitch-” he turned sharply and stalked away.
Mina stared after him, heart racing, trying to breathe normally. She was physically shaking, she realized. That wasn’t… what was that? She hadn’t been that afraid of a mutantphobe in years, and even then she usually handled fear better than this. Had he had some kind of fear quirk?
“Pinky?” Aya asked softly. Even that startled her a little, and she berated herself inwardly. She was supposed to be helping this girl, not the other way around. What kind of a hero needed comfort from a little kid?
“I’m fine,” she said, flashing Aya a weak grin. “It’s fine. Come on, let’s go find your mom.”
“Mommy says people like that are bad an’ stupid,” Aya informed her as she resumed walking. “She says good people don’t use words like that, or… or get angry just because someone looks different. We look different too, it’s just a little bit.” She held up her hand, showing off those claws.
“The more I hear about your mom, the smarter she sounds,” Mina said. “I can see how she’s raised such a great kid.”
Aya beamed at her. Mina tried to look on the bright side; at least she was thoroughly distracted from her distress by now.
They made it the rest of the way without being accosted again, thankfully. Aya’s mother was fairly easy to spot; she more or less matched the description Aya had given, and was clearly distraught and talking to someone who looked to be mall security. Mina pointed her out to Aya, who proceeded to shriek “MOMMY!” loud enough to leave a ringing in her ear and try and wriggle out of her grip. Her mother’s head snapped towards them, and she broke off towards them in a near run; Mina moved to meet her at a fast walk, trying to get Aya to settle down rather than running off into the crowd and getting lost again. (She didn’t say that last bit out loud.)
Once they got close Mina opened her arms and Aya practically launched herself off her. Her mother caught her in a tight hug, relieved sobs wracking her. “Oh, baby, you’re okay, thank god you’re okay-”
“Yeah-huh!” Aya announced over her continued relief. “I was lost an’ I couldn’t find you an’ it was really scary but then Pinky found me an’ she’s a hero an’ she rescued me an’ then there was a bad man but he went away an’ then she found you!”
Her mother, naturally, focused on one particular part of that, looking up at Mina with some alarm. “A bad man?”
“A mutantphobe,” Mina confirmed, to her obvious relief. “He saw me with a crying child without a visible quirk and… yeah.” She grimaced, rubbing the back of her neck. Injecting a little more pep into her voice, she continued, “But your daughter yelled at him and he left. My hero,” she grinned, and Aya’s mother gave a watery smile in turn. “She was very brave. The whole time.”
“That’s my girl,” she said, shifting Aya’s weight over to her side. “I can’t thank you enough. If there’s any way I can repay you-”
“You don’t need to do that,” Mina said. “I’m happy to help! Plus, it is my entire job.”
“Even so, thank you so much.” She glanced down at Aya’s hand, which had entered her field of vision. “Oh, baby, you lost your glove?”
“Yeah-huh. Sorry, mommy.”
“It’s okay, darling, that’s why we bring spares with us.” She looked up at Mina again. “She didn’t scratch you, did she?”
“Nope!” Mina said. “Perfect gentleman. Besides, it would take more than a little scratch to take me down!”
“It’s not that,” she said. “Aya inherited my quirk, and it’s still hard for her to control. When we scratch somebody, it amplifies… neuroses, is how I usually put it. Phobias, embarrassing memories, depression… it wears off within a few days, but that can be bad enough. Her father used to struggle with addiction, he’d been clean for almost fifteen years, but he got scratched and the next day he had a relapse. A bad one.”
“Oh no,” Mina gasped.
The relief was gone from her face, replaced by tears and stress, and Aya also looked upset at the memory. “He’s in rehab now, but when he gets out he’s going to move back in with his parents until she can control it, and that took me until I was twelve…” She broke off and sniffed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t dump all this on you. It’s just, it’s been two months and I’m still struggling to keep up with raising her on my own, and then, today… it’s just, it’s a lot, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, you don’t need to apologize,” Mina told her. “That sounds really hard, I’m sorry all that’s happened to you. I wish there was something I could do to help…” she trailed off as a thought struck her. “Actually, maybe there is! Is Aya seeing a quirk counsellor?”
“Her school has one,” her mother said. “We’ve been trying to get her someone who can give her individual attention, but we’ve never been able to afford it, they’re all so expensive…”
“What’s your school counsellor like, Aya?”
“Mean,” Aya said immediately. “If I don’t do what he says right away he gets angry an’ if somethin’ he says doesn’t work he says I’m stupid or I’m not tryin’ even though I really am. Some of my friends say the same thing but the boys say he’s really nice so I think he’s only like that with the girls an’ Hiromi who’s not either. An’ everything he says is about concentratin’ an’ bein’ calm ‘cause that works for his quirk, he makes it dark by breathin’, but that doesn’t work for me but he doesn’t care.”
“He sounds like a jerk.” Aya nodded, and her mother just looked sad. “My quirk counsellor specialized in full-body heteromorphic quirks, so I don’t think she could help, but I go to UA; I can ask around, see if anybody can recommend someone. Could I get a number or email to reach you with?”
“Thank you.” Aya’s mother was tearing up again as she reached for her phone, but this time with relief and hope.
Mina saved her number in her own phone, and after some more effusive thanks they went their separate ways. Mina’s way involved talking to the security person, who wanted to make sure everything was settled; once they’d checked her card they were pretty much willing to take her word for it, so it was smooth sailing from there.
And as she headed back in the direction of the shop she’d been going for originally she checked over the back of her hand; there, as she’d guessed, was a faint row of scratches from a set of claws.
Mina did not report the incident to Mr. Aizawa.
She should have. She knew she should have. But whenever she even considered the idea too hard her breath started to quicken and her chest tightened as though the words were physically lodging themselves there. Telling Aizawa what had happened would mean she had to tell him about the man who had accosted her and then she’d have to explain why and he’d just accuse her of making it up for attention as if she wasn’t garish enough already-
Aizawa wasn’t her third-grade teacher and a bigot accosting her was not class bully Taichi stepping on snails in front of her “because that’s what you do with gross slimy things”, but her anxieties were not so easily convinced.
Just a few days. Before too long Aya’s quirk would wear off and she could explain everything then. Aizawa would understand.
She felt terrible for letting fear make her put off helping Aya like she’d promised, but the best people to ask would be the teachers, and even if she went to a student they’d wonder why she wasn’t asking the teachers, and then she’d have to explain, and they’d tell the teachers - She couldn’t. She couldn’t do it.
So she ignored the guilt and the gnawing anxiety and covered them up with her characteristic cheer. Mina was good at smiling through her problems. She’d been practicing for years.
It wasn’t until a couple of hours after she got back that she noticed everything she’d drunk since that morning catching up to her, and another hour before it really started nagging at her enough to go to the bathroom. She lifted the lid, sat down, and…
Nothing happened.
She frowned, and tensed her muscles to bear down on her bladder.
Still nothing.
“Shit,” she muttered.
Aya’s quirk amplified neuroses.
Like, say, if a person’s bodily fluids were highly acidic, meaning they couldn’t use normal toilets without damaging them and maybe the pipes, so they’d been brought up from a very young age to only use the special toilet installed in their home that was corrosion-resistant and mixed in a neutralizing agent when it flushed, leading them to internalize that lesson to the point of bladder-shyness - those kinds of neuroses.
She had thought she was done with this, damn it. The first couple of months of living in the UA dorms had been… uncomfortable… but eventually she’d gotten used to it enough to reliably use her bathroom there, and it had been fine since. She just hadn’t reckoned on having it dredged back up.
After a few minutes’ continued effort, she sighed and stood up, still unrelieved. She’d try again later.
Trying again later was not successful, and that night Mina ended up lying in bed for a long time, trying to relax despite the now-insistent pressure in her abdomen. She tossed and turned, each motion shifting the weight of her bladder; she tried lying still, and found that with nothing to distract her from it the urge grew to monopolize her thoughts. Eventually she managed to fall asleep, though it was shallow and restless.
At some point, a pang from her bladder snapped her to sudden consciousness, and she felt ill-rested as though she’d barely slept any to begin with. She didn’t open her eyes, instead squeezing them shut tighter in an attempt to block out the awakeness.
Her muscles clenched, urge spiking again, and put paid to that idea.
She groaned quietly and cracked open her eyes, finding the room still dark. She’d ended up lying on her side, curled up into a foetal position with one arm pressed between her legs. With tremendous reluctance she uncurled, leaving the cozy warmth of her blankets for the cold air of the room at large.
Her bladder protested the sudden cold with another desperate pang. She heaved herself upright and grabbed her phone on the way to her bathroom, where she collapsed onto the toilet with the characteristic grace of the still-half-asleep. She yawned, pressed the button to wake her phone, and narrowed her eyes and hissed at the bright light. Apparently she’d woken about half an hour before her alarm. She groaned again, and slumped dramatically in place.
It still wasn’t working. Now that she was sitting on the toilet her urge had intensified, weight sitting heavy between her legs, but not even a drop escaped her. She put her earphones in and set her phone to playing music, that method having occasionally worked when she first moved in, and tried to focus only on that and relax despite the nagging fullness of her bladder.
She did relax, half-asleep thoughts drifting, but had found no relief by the time her alarm went off and snapped her out of it. Considering she was almost late for class at least three days in five, that meant she was out of time.
Her bladder pounded at being taken away from the toilet still full, but there was nothing she could do but press her thighs together and ignore it.
As she changed out of her pajamas and into her uniform, she saw there was a clear bulge protruding from her lower stomach. The sight wasn’t foreign to her; some distention was relatively common by the end of the school day if she didn’t return to the dorms to use her bathroom during lunch, which - thanks to years of habit from not having an accessible on-campus bathroom - was most days. But it didn’t often get this big, and obviously she didn’t usually start her day like that.
She winced as she fastened her uniform skirt over her bladder. This was not going to be a good day.
She was, in fact, almost late for class, arriving scant minutes before the bell. At least she did better than Kaminari, who hurtled full-speed through the door right as it rang and found himself the target of Mr. Aizawa’s murderous glare.
This was no comfort to her as she sat, legs pressed tightly together, and tried to pay attention to what Aizawa was saying. Over the next few hours teachers cycled in and out as the lessons changed, and her kidneys continued to pump water into her aching, overstretched bladder. At some point she started bouncing her foot unconsciously, then switched to crossing one leg over the other.
Shortly after the beginning of third period a spasm ran through Mina’s bladder; she froze in place as she felt the smallest of drops slip out into her underwear. Her heart somehow managed to soar and sink at once, the hope of finally being able to relieve herself warring with the dread that it might happen against her will, right there in the classroom.
She processed nothing of what Present Mic said over the next fifty minutes, too focused on her all-consuming need to pee. Her legs crossed twice, she bounced in place continually, bar when another cramp seized her bladder and she went completely still, concentrating all her energy on holding it back. A few of those times another drop or two forced its way out; other times, she was able to stop it. She didn’t know which of those options was preferable, and didn’t have the mental space to reach a decision.
After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang for the end of the class. As during the previous breaks, Mina just remained in her seat rather than getting up to join her friends. This time, though, someone approached her.
“You don’t look well,” Tsuyu said, her throat swelling slightly to punctuate the sentence with a croak.
“I’m fine.” The fact that her voice was strained and shaky would have given her away if it hadn’t already been impossible to miss just to look at her, making the lie rather pointless, but with Aya’s quirk still in effect she was utterly unable to admit the truth.
Tsuyu just stared at her, expression unchanging.
“I am,” Mina insisted, utterly unconvincingly.
“I don’t believe you,” Tsuyu said. “You obviously need to use the bathroom.” She croaked again. “Ask All Might when he arrives, Mina. You can’t do heroics like this.”
Mina’s heart dropped; she’d completely forgotten what class was up next. Heroics meant a lot of standing up running around and generally not sitting in place with her legs tied in a knot. Tsuyu was right; she couldn’t do it like this.
“I’ll-” her voice hitched as her bladder spasmed again. “-be fine, Tsu,” she said, wanting the conversation to be over as fast as possible.
“If you say so,” Tsuyu said, and croaked. She gave Mina one last long look, then turned and walked away.
Mina groaned and concentrated on holding on until All Might arrived.
His arrivals were far more subdued ever since his forcible retirement, which under the circumstances was probably for the best, since Mina wasn’t sure how well she could handle being startled. The door simply opened quietly and he walked in. “Alright,” he announced, “everybody get your uniforms, let’s go!”
This left Mina facing her hardest challenge yet: Standing up. With a tremendous effort of will, she uncrossed her legs, got them under her, and heaved herself kind of upright. (It was rather more hunched over than was strictly normal, but she’d take it.) Her bladder took the sudden movement as a chance to let out a squirt, larger than any of the drops she’d lost previously.
She hobbled over to All Might. “All Might? Sir?” She couldn’t tell him what was really wrong with her; her throat just locked up at the thought. “I feel sick,” she said instead. “Can I go back to the dorms?”
All Might turned to look at her as she spoke, taking in her flushed and sweating face, her hunched-over posture, the way she was holding one hand near (but not touching) her stomach, and whatever showed of her poor sleep the previous night. It painted a very convincing picture. “Of course, young Ashido. Go and rest. I’ll tell your teachers where you are.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, and started to shuffle past him.
“Go see Recovery Girl if it gets any worse,” he advised.
“I will,” she lied. She definitely would not be going to Recovery Girl with this, and she wouldn’t be able to help anyway.
The halls were empty as she made her way slowly towards the dorms. Her hand hovered around her stomach, but she didn’t let herself press it into her crotch, in case anyone came into view suddenly. Instead, she slid it under the bottom of her shirt and gently felt her swollen abdomen. She wasn’t exactly practiced at guessing the size by hand, but it certainly felt enormous.
She pressed her fingers into the skin, finding it taut but still with some give that they could sink into, and then immediately pulled them away and doubled over on the spot as it sent a wave of intense need through her. Honestly, she chided herself, what had she expected?
Mina lay on her bed, sprawled out and trembling, thoughts utterly consumed by the aching, unbearably full mass of her bladder.
She had tried. She had tried so hard. She had sat on the toilet and done all the things the internet said were supposed to help - listening to music, concentrating on math, trying to clear her mind - but none of it had worked. She had tried to force it out, even pressing on her distended stomach with her hand, to no avail. Eventually her legs started to hurt from sitting there for so long, and she’d gotten up - with some difficulty, because they turned out to have fallen asleep - and moved to her bed. Her plan was to jump up and run for the toilet if she felt herself finally lose control, but by this point she’d accept destroying her bed if it meant the pain in her bladder would be gone.
She was so close. She could feel what seemed like an entire lake pressed against her bladder’s exit, held back by a single tired set of muscles that she was trying to make relax. Surely it had to end soon, surely there was only so long she could hold on.
She’d been having much the same thoughts for hours now, but she had to believe it or she didn’t know what she’d do.
So close, she thought. A drop trickled out, as had been happening intermittently the entire time. So close. Almost…
Someone knocked on her door, and her muscles clamped tight again. She let out a despairing whine.
“Mina?” Tooru called through the door. “The girls are going to watch a movie! You feel up to joining?”
No. No, she was not up to joining. There was no way she could watch a movie in this state. She wasn’t even sure if she could stand up. She just had to refuse. She didn’t even need to explain it. Just say-
“Sure,” her traitorous mouth said. “I’ll be right down.”
Fuck!
Tooru left, and Mina was stuck with the impossible task of getting upright. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, and even that felt like pressing a tremendous weight down upon her bladder. A leak squirted forcefully from her onto the bed.
She stood, and nearly fell over. She reached out to catch herself with one hand and the other went to cup her bladder, whose contents felt like they were sloshing around with the sudden motion. She looked down at her abdomen (no longer covered by clothes, for maximum speed of running to the bathroom and also to avoid anything touching her abdomen) and saw it was most certainly the largest it had ever been. It looked like someone had just blown her up like a balloon, a clear dome sticking out inches higher than her stomach, stretching her skin taut.
She pressed her fingers into it again, and for a full second urine sprayed down her legs to pool, hissing, on the floor. She started to lunge towards the bathroom, but stopped when she realized she was still holding on past that one leak.
She tried pressing harder, but to no effect. The flex she had felt from it earlier was gone now; it felt like she was pressing into a rock, her bladder filled absolutely to capacity, no room for even the slightest give.
She struggled into a set of pajamas over a pair of underwear that were quickly moistened by the drops slowly escaping her, and waddled downstairs. She steeled herself, pushing her unbearable desperation and racing heart aside to the very limited degree that she could to try and look normal and not afflicted at all by a bursting bladder and paranoid anxiety.
Most of the girls were gathered in front of the TV. Momo sat at the end of one couch, Kyoka lying across it with her head on Momo’s lap. The other couch held Ochako and Tooru at opposite ends; Ochako looked over at her and went to pat the seat between them, pulling back suddenly and apologizing to Tooru when their hands apparently met in the middle.
“No Tsu?” she asked as she lowered herself carefully into the seat.
“She’s busy,” Ochako explained. “Told us to go on without her.”
Mina nodded. Her attention was diverted by a bladder spasm, and she completely missed Tooru telling her what movie they were watching.
Not that it mattered much anyway. She couldn’t focus on the movie at all; her attention was entirely given over to not showing that she was at any given moment seconds away from emptying her agonizingly full bladder all over the couch. She could feel wetness slowly soaking into her underwear, and hoped it wouldn’t start to show.
And then, less than ten minutes into the movie, she felt it.
Another second-long leak burst from her, followed moments later by another even longer one. This was it, she knew. She’d been pushed too far, held for too long, and she had reached the very limits of her capacity. She was going to pee, and she was going to pee now.
She was, she realized, about to wet herself between Ochako and Tooru. Who were not acid-resistant.
She sprang forward with all her might, immediately drawing everyone’s attention to her and startling a yelp out of Tooru. She had not had time to think about how she would land; she crashed down onto the floor on her knees and hands, urine spraying out between her legs.
For a short time, her anxieties faded away in the face of utter, blissful relief. Her overtaxed bladder finally poured out its contents freely, the pain of her body fighting against itself fading to a light ache. A moan slipped from her mouth, embarrassment catching up with her a second later. The air was filled with twofold hissing, both the sound of liquid pouring to the ground and that of acid burning away the carpet and starting to eat into the concrete floor beneath. Her pants were quickly destroyed; her clothes were acid-resistant, but not acidproof like her hero suit.
Eventually her stream tapered off, and she forced out the last few drops. Only then did what had just happened fully hit her, and as she sat up into a kneeling position (kneeling half-naked in a puddle of her own urine in a burned-out hole in the carpet) tears started to pour down her cheeks, dripping off to join the puddle.
“Mina,” Momo said, and Mina looked over at her reluctantly, dreading the inevitable - the - she didn’t know what she was dreading, but she was definitely dreading it.
Momo’s face held surprise and concern, without a trace of anger or whatever else might have been there. Jirou had sat up either during the movie or during the accident; she looked shocked. “Are you alright?” Momo asked.
“I…” Mina sniffed. “I… what?”
Momo’s quirk flashed as she pulled a small container out of her arm, full of a purple powder Mina recognized as a neutralizer she had learned to make early on in their schooling. “Are you alright?” Momo repeated, and moved to pull something from her stomach. “You haven’t had difficulty with the bathroom in some time, as far as I know.” The new object turned out to be a simple sheet of fabric, the size of a large towel. “Did something happen?”
“It…” Mina knew, logically, that Momo and the rest of her friends would be concerned by this, but her quirk-fuelled anxiety didn’t, and the conflict between the parts of her brain made it hard to get a train of thought started. Eventually, though, she managed, “It started at the mall yesterday…”
Momo stood up and started to sprinkle the neutralizing powder around, handing her the cloth to wrap around herself when that was done, as Mina explained. By the time she finished explaining, both Ochako and Tooru had wrapped her in a hug despite her present state, and Momo had promised, unprompted, to look into quirk councillors who might be willing to work for a discount as a favor to the Yaoyorozu family, or even to pay out of pocket if need be.
The others promised never to speak of what had happened again, and Mina headed upstairs to shower off, feeling lighter both physically and mentally.
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As the sun shone above the city of Mondstadt, Amber's eyes opened. She stretched lazily and yawned before getting out of bed. Quickly, she got dressed donning her usual red and white top along with brown shorts. Amber grabbed her favorite weapon, a trusty bow, on her way out of the door. Stepping into the city she loved, Amber smiled before starting the walk to work. Amber loved her job. She was a Knight of Favonious, a part of the organization sworn to protect Mondstadt from harm. Amber was no ordinary Knight however. She was the organization's only Outrider, frequently venturing into the land around the city to round up stray creatures that would otherwise harm travelers.
As Amber pulled open the doors to The Knight's headquarters, she felt a small ache in her stomach. She knew the feeling well. As an Outrider, Amber was accustomed to spending long periods of time away from the usual facilities that civilization had to offer. She dismissed the thought, knowing that she could hold her bladder for a good while. She was no where near desperate enough to actively seek out a bathroom, and if worse came to worse, a bush was always available.
Entering the library, Amber noticed two figure chatting in the center of the room. One of the figures was easily identifiable as Lisa the librarian due to her large pointed witch's hat. the other figure remained a mystery until Amber got closer to the conversation. Hearing her approach, both figures turned around. Amber smiled as she recognized the woman standing next to Lisa.
The women was blond, and dressed in a white shirt with a sky blue overcoat hanging loosely on her shoulders. She wore a scabbard containing a fearsome looking blade, and white leggings to match her shirt. The women's name was Jean. She was the Grand Master of The Knights of Favoinous, and had been Amber's idol ever since she started leading the order.
"Hey Amber!" Lisa said. "I've got an important assignment for you."
" Sure! What is it?" was Amber's cheerful reply. She wanted to seem as willing as possible in front of her commander.
"A camp of hillchurls has been seen by Springvale. It's a larger group than usual."
"That shouldn't be a problem" Amber said. Hillchurls were a common occurrence in the area surrounding Mondstadt.
"I'll come with you" said Jean. Amber was surprised. Jean only came on expeditions if Mondstadt was in direct danger. "I want to see how our very best Outrider does her job."
Amber couldn't help but blush at the praise. After quickly agreeing, the two women went to prepare for their journey. Filling up their bags with food, water and medical supplies, they left the headquarters to begin their quest. Amber couldn't help but think again of her bodily needs. She glanced around, but saw no bathroom readily available. She decided that she would just go once they arrive d in Springvale.
Springvale was a quaint town a few miles to the south of Mondstadt. It was a short ride, but nevertheless Amber could feel her bladder steadily fill. She was at the point where normally she would either find a toilet or aa bush to relive herself. jean's presence complicated the matter. For one Amber didn't want to force Jean to stop just so she could use the bathroom, but also she was afraid it might lower Jean's opinion of her best, and only, Outrider. So Amber decided that she could at least wait until the reached the town to take a break.
As the small town rose on the horizon, the two riders noticed plumes of smoke rising from the outskirts of the settlement. It appeared that the hillchurls had set up camp just outside the town limits. As the two approached they could see nearly twenty of the huminoid creature gathered inside a cruelly constructed fence, surrounding a large fire pit. Wordlessly Amber and Jean dismounted a ways away from the creatures and crouched behind the meager foliage provided by the valley's plants.
"I'm going to sneak around the other side and attack from there. You cover me with your bow." Jean whispered. Amber nodded her agreement, and the Grand master slunk off to the right. Amber was now left with nothing but her thoughts as she waited for Jean's attack. Those thoughts turned naturally to her bladder. Amber had unconsciously been squeezing her thighs together and jiggling her legs up and down in an effort to lighten the strain. Amber cursed her earlier decision not to stop for a restroom break. She had hoped that they would pause in Springvale before engaging the hillchurls, but that fantasy had never come to pass.
As she sat behind the bushes, Amber came to a realization. While Jean was on the other side pf the camp, she was free to relive herself without anyone knowing. She quickly unbuttoned her brown shorts, but just when she was about to pull down her clothes, Amber hear a hillchurl grunt in alarm. Fumbling with her pants she quickly grabbed her bow and looked out from her cover. She felt a drop of urine hit the inside of her undergarments and cringed at its wetness.
As she watched Jean came barreling into the camp with her sword drawn. Amber, acting on instinct quickly popped up and pulled her bowstring back. Jean's sword quickly dealt with the two hillchurls on the far side of the camp. Amber let loose her arrow and another creature fell. Jean was quick to follow u with another clean kill. The bulk of the pack rushed toward Jean in an attempt to avenge their fallen companions. This maneuver left their backs completely open to an attack for Amber's arrows.
Five more creature fell in quick succesion. The majority of the fight followed this pattern. Hillchurls continued to drop due to either a sword to the cheat or an arrow in the back. As jean was swarmed by the remaining five creatures, amber pulled out her secret weapon. Endowing an arrow with the Pyro element, she let loose a fiery projectile that quickly finished off most of the remaining enemies. The last was dropped by Jean's blade.
Amber looked across at her partner and smiled. Working together they had easily defeated the entire camp. Amber's excitement turned to confusion when she saw a look of alarm on Jean's face.
"Watch out!"
A large claw came down on Amber's shoulder and she was knocked to the ground. A final advisory stood over her, club raised, poised to deliver a devastating blow. Amber's training and human instinct was the only thing that let her survive. She quickly snatched one of her arrows that had fallen to the ground when the hillchurl knocked her over. She thrust the sharp projectile upward piercing the beast's chest. With a howl it fell to the ground, lifeless.
Amber breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief quickly turned to horror. Although Amber was not harmed, her bladder was. The dam burst, and wet warmth began to flood the archer's pants. Her legs instantly heated up, and in the flickering light of the fire, Amber could see a dark stain forming on her shorts. The pee spread down to her backside completely covering her ear with hot liquid. The dry earth she was sitting on soaked up the moisture greedily as if it were water. Amber felt tears form in her eyes as she soaked her clothes.
"Amber are you all right!" came Jean's voice punching through Amber's daze. She quickly shot to her feet and turned in an attempt to hide her accident form the other woman. Her attempt was in vain. As soon as Jean drew close to Amber she could see the dark stain that had appeared on her shorts, and noticed the puddle below her feet.
"Oh!" Jean said in surprise her calm persona faltering. She quickly recovered and gave Amber a hug.
"It happens to everyone." She whispered into the Amber's brown hair. With a sigh Amber pulled away from the embrace.
"Lets not talk about it" she said.
"Okay" Jean replied. "As long as you're okay."
Neither girl felt much like celebrating their victory, and silently mounted their steeds to begin the journey home.
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Upon their arrival in Mondstatd, the girls bid each other goodnight and headed their separate ways. Amber trudged to her home, and after closing the door behind her flopped on the bed. She quickly remembered the state of her clothes and decided to take a shower instead. Feeling much better after her cleanse Amber quickly fell asleep. She had had a long day.
jean's night would not be so relaxing. She unpacked the horses at the headquarters and walked to her office. Sitting down in the cozy chair that sat behind her desk she began to go through the day's reports. Before long, she lit a candle to fend off the creeping darkness of nightfall. After what must have been an hour of reading, Jean looked up from her desk. The clock read that it was nearly midnight.
Getting up and stretching, the grand Master moved to blow out the candle. As she bent down to extinguish the light she was racked with a spasm of pain in her bladder. She bent nearly double as a wave of desperation hit her body. She had been holding her pee for a long time due to how fill her bladder was, yet she had not felt a thing. Staggering into the hallway, jean looked around in desperation for an available bathroom. Hobbling down the hallway, she continued her search, until she found herself in the library. Giving one more desperate glance around, Jean felt the floodgates start to open.
"Oh no!" she yelled at nobody in particular as she began to wet her pants. Her hands shot to the crotch of her leggings, but it was no use. A wave of urine pored into her pants, streaming down her legs. The hiss of the golden fluid was audible. Streaks of fabric on Jean's legs quickly darkened. A puddle began to form on the ground and jean knew there was no hope. She stood in resignation as her bladder finally slowed its release. She looked down to survey the damage, and knew how Amber had felt earlier in the night. With a sigh The Grand Master of the Knights of Favonious, walked home with a change of clothes, a bath, and a good night's sleep at the front of her mind. |
Amber and Madison were babies when it came to horror games, but they each loved watching the other play them. Amber had recently bought a VR headset and controllers, and the girls were itching to play the newly released Terrifying Turns, which puts players into a horror-filled maze. They agreed that Madison would play first on one condition: if she could play for three hours without stopping, Amber would have to finish the game. If Madison couldn't play three hours without stopping, she would have to finish the game.
Madison arrived at Amber's house dressed comfortably, wearing a loose white t-shirt and dark gray leggings. She had brought a bottle of vodka with her. She thought the game would be easier to handle drunk. The girls headed to Amber's room. After a few shots, Madison began the game. Amber started a timer.
Half an hour in, Madison was already terrified. Amber was sitting back in her desk chair, drinking and loving the sight of her friend twisting, turning, and shrieking. "I'm getting a great view of your nice bubble butt from here."
"Jealous?"
"Maybe."
"Well quit staring and bring me another shot."
Amber poured a shot of vodka for Madison.
"You're going to have to feed it to me. I don't want to unstrap these controllers from my hands."
Amber tipped the vodka into Madison's mouth. "You better be careful," Amber said. "Too much liquid and you'll have to pee."
"Yeah, I already gotta go a little, but I can hold it. How much longer I got?"
"Two and a half hours."
"What?! It hasn't even been an hour?!"
Amber laughed. "You're free to take a break. You'll just have to finish the game."
"No way."
Madison had been playing for an hour and half and was fidgeting slightly. She asked for another shot.
"Are you serious?"
"Just a little one."
"I don't want you peeing on my floor."
"Oh my god. I'm a big girl, Ambi. I can hold it."
Ambi was thinking about it.
"Come on," Madison begged. "I can't play this sober."
"You're not sober."
"Pleeeeeease."
Amber conceded and tipped more vodka into Madison's mouth.
Half an hour later, Madison's desperation was obvious. Her thighs were pressed together and she was avoiding any unnecessary movement. "How much longer?"
"An hour."
"You're joking."
"You can check your play time yourself."
Madison checked. "Fuck."
"Yep, and actually, I've gotta go to the bathroom." Amber left the room to pee. Madison screamed when she returned.
"You just scared the shit out of me! Do you have open doors so loud?!" She was pressing her hands, and the VR controllers, into her crotch.
"Quiet down," Amber told her. "And you should've said that I scared the piss out of you. "
"Very funny."
"Because it looks like you're about to piss yourself."
"I get it."
Amber picked up the vodka bottle and began slowly pouring it into a glass. Madison pressed her thighs together tightly. "Amber. Stop. You're going to make me pee."
"Just quit and go the bathroom."
"No, I hate this game. I'm not playing it any more than I have to."
Madison slowly progressed through the game. She suddenly pressed her hands to her crotch. "You okay?" Amber asked.
"How much longer?"
"Five minutes."
"Really?"
"No, twenty-five."
"You're lying." Madison checked her play time. "Fuck!"
Amber went to the bathroom again. When she returned, she intentionally opened her bedroom door loudly. She heard a gasp and then a squeal. "You good?" Amber asked. "I'm fine," Madison replied, sounding annoyed. Amber sat down in her chair and saw a thin dark line on Madison's leggings. "Oh my god! You leaked!"
"Shut up."
Amber laughed, but she was also a little nervous. Madison was close to hitting three hours of play time.
The timer went off. The noise spooked Madison, and Amber saw more pee trickle down her thigh. The sight of Madison leaking into her leggings was a small consolation for losing the bet. Madison was breathing quickly and rushing to get the controllers off of her hands. She was reaching for the headset when she suddenly thrust her hands into her crotch and started muttering, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She took about twenty seconds to recover, but she was now confident she could make it to the bathroom in time. Unfortunately, she hadn't paused the game. Something jumped out at her before she could remove the headset. She screamed and threw the VR device onto Amber's bed. Her bladder released.
Madison lifted her shirt above her waist to keep it from getting wet. Amber watched as a large wet spot formed on the bubble butt that she was admiring earlier. Madison felt warm pee running down her legs and looked down in disbelief. She then let out a long sigh. After her bladder was empty, Amber began cackling, and Madison was immediately embarrassed. "I'm going to go clean up," she said. She walked to the bathroom, cringing as her wet leggings rubbed against her skin.
Madison struggled to remove her leggings in the bathroom. After they were off, she removed the pink thong she'd been wearing underneath. She needed a shower, but she didn't have any clothes to change into. She put her thong back on, and the dampness made her shudder. She left the bathroom. She was less embarrassed now, remembering that she had won her bet with Amber.
Amber was scrubbing her carpet. She didn't mind cleaning up Madison's mess. She figured peeing yourself in front of someone was punishment enough. "Hey, can I borrow some clothes?" Madison called from the doorway.
Amber turned her head and began laughing.
Madison crossed her arms and tried to hide her embarrassment. "Keep laughing. Don't forget that you have to finish the game."
"Cute thong!" Amber said in between laughs. "It's a shame you got pee all over it!"
"You're going to be peeing yourself pretty soon."
Amber stopped laughing. "What? No, I'm not. I get breaks."
"I heard the game's only like five hours long. You can look it up. I played without breaks for three hours. You can handle two."
"Fine. Go take a shower. I'll put some clothes outside the bathroom door."
Madison turned and walked back to the bathroom. She pulled her shirt down over her bottom after she heard Amber giggling.
Amber put some clothes outside of the bathroom door and went to another bathroom to pee. She was worried about playing the final two hours of Terrifying Turns. She had been sipping vodka while Madison was playing, and she was pretty sure she couldn't go two hours without having to pee. She was also pretty sure that the game became scarier as you progressed. She wasn't sure she could finish the game without her own embarrassing accident. |
Originally posted by S. Corsette here: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600091180
“Wah ha!” Waluigi laughed to himself as he walked down the Super Smash Bros. business area.
The building was of decent size and fully constructed of hard, impenetrable steel. It was one floor and consisted of a conference room, a set of public bathrooms, a kitchen area, and a small waiting room. It was primarily used for holding meeting with the higher ups, or for small get-togethers for the cast or crew of the game.
Today it was rented out by the beautiful princess Peach who was having her weekly meeting to discuss the game’s future and have a small tea party with the rest of the female roster.
It was still quite early, the first few guests only just arriving, and the tall, skinny plumber was sneaking his way towards the kitchen.
Throwing a small rock, making a short sound ring out and causing Toadette to turn to the noise. “Hmmm? Someone there?” She left the kitchen to see what the sound was and Waluigi slipped past her to the tea. He rubbed his hands together as he looked over the hot beverage.
“Now for my dastardly plan! Wahaha!” He pulled out a little baggy full of small powder and poured out its contents into the three tea pots, stirring it in with a spoon.
“Who’s throwing rocks?” Toadette asked to herself as she returned to her post. “It must be that villager! Or maybe Inkling… They need to start acting more responsibly!”
Waluigi had managed to avoid the girl’s sight as he crawled away, letting out a breath of relief. “Phew! Not caught yet. But there’s still one more part of my plan! Wahahaha!”
Sneaking down the corridor again he came to the bathrooms. A Toad had just come out from the men’s side with his large cart of cleaning material.
“All cleaned!” The little guy said. “The princess will be pleased with my service… But I guess I didn’t need to clean the men’s room too…. Oh well!”
The Toad began walking off, his cart trailing behind him.
On his tippy-toes, Waluigi snuck up and grabbed an “Out of service” sign from the cart.
He placed it down in front of the women’s room and went inside. “Wahaha! Time to get to work! Oh, that Toad restocked the toilet paper, Perfect! Just what I need!” he grabbed the rolls and began shoving them down the toilets, flushing the toilets so the water overflowed. “Wahaha! Perfect! Now they can’t use them! And with the powder I used, they’ll need to pee desperately but won’t be able to use the toilets! Wahahaha! It’s perfect! This’ll teach them for leaving me out of smash bros! Wahahaha!”
The man laughed to himself as he snuck his way out of the building.
“Here you go Princess.” Toadette smiled as she gave a cup to Peach. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you, Toadette dear.” The blonde haired woman replied. She took a sip. “It’s delicious!”
Toadette happily began serving out the rest of the tea, making sure every girl had a cup.
They enjoyed sipping away at their tea as they discussed the multiple topics of the day. Spirits, newcomers like Byleth, stages, buffs and Nerfs, among other things. However after a good half hour the girls began to feel their need to pee badly.
Princess Peach squirmed in her chair, her face a bit red as she tried keeping it in. It was quite rude to leave during an important meeting such as this. “So onto the next…” She kept talking, going through the bullet points even as her discomfort rose.
She of course wasn’t the only one feeling the need, the other girls were also squirming, their bladders filling up and ready to burst.
“So what do you think, Zelda?” Peach asked.
The woman’s head shot up and towards Peach. “Oh… yes…” She managed to say. Though she truthfully wasn’t paying attention.
“Is something wrong?” Peach asked.
“Oh, no! I’m fine!” Zelda replied as she squished her legs together, her hands gripping at her dress in desperation. “Continue please.”
“Of course. Daisy, you had something to say?”
Princess Daisy looked over when she heard her name. “What?” She asked through gritted teeth, her hands over her crotch, hidden beneath the table, trying to hold in her pee.
“You said you had something to say earlier. I’m giving you the floor.”
“Oh… well… I forgot what it was…”
“Forgot?”
“Yeah….Sorry.” Oh I got to pee so bad! Her mind screamed as she tried her hardest to deflect the question. Whatever it was that she had wanted was gone from her mind now.
“Oh… okay. Onto the next point of discussions. Nerfs and buffs.” Peach was getting even more desperate as she talked. She let one of her hands go down to grab at her crotch in frustration. “Palutena, Rosalina. You both said you had something to say on the matter.”
“Oh?!” Palutena nearly shouted. She was trying her hardest to keep a straight face as her butt squirmed all over her seat. “Oh… right… nerfs and…oh… buffs, right…”
“Are you okay?”
“Yep! Don’t worry about it… now about… that… Oh Rosalina, you can go first!”
“What!? Me?!” Rosalina yelped.
“Yes… you said you had something to say on the topic?” Peach asked.
“Nope! None what so ever! Sorry to waste everyone’s time!” The poor woman was at her limit, both hands covering her crotch, and was rushing through her words, desperate for this meeting to end.
“Back to you Palutena.”
“Oh… well… I was just going to say…that…I think…. I think that…” Palutena was stumbling through her speech as she squirmed even harder from her desperation. “I think… I think-”
“Oh I can’t take it anymore!” Inkling screamed as she jumped up to her feet. She was using both hands to grab at her crotch, tears were filling her eyes and her face was bright red. “I’m sorry but I just can’t take it anymore! I need to pee so so bad!”
Zelda stood up. “Sorry, but I have to as well!”
“Then, meeting adjourned!” Peach said.
All the girls were scrambling to their feet and then out the door to the washrooms. Running down the halls, desperation pushing them on. They made it to the washrooms.
The out of service sign hit them like a wall of bricks, the water pooling from the door around their feet told them that it was true.
“No!” Peach nearly screamed. “The ladies room is out!”
“No way! But I have to pee so bad!” Zelda said.
“The men’s room!” Daisy pointed out.
“But that’s the boys’ room, we’re not allowed in there!” Peach objected.
“There’s no one here today but us!” Rosalina said.
“And we really don’t have the time to wait do we?” Palutena added.
Peach couldn’t handle it anymore. “Okay the men’s room!”
They pulled themselves into the washroom. “There’s only four stalls!” Rosalina noted.
Peach wasted no more time making her way for one. The girls fought for a spot, but Peach managed to get inside and lock the door behind her. Rosalina, Zelda and Inkling also managed to make it inside one.
“No fair!”
“Oh hurry up!”
“I can’t hold it!”
“I need to go!”
The other locked out girls were shouting and pounding on the doors as they squirmed and grabbed at themselves in desperation.
Peach barely managed to pull up her dress, pull down her panties and sit down on the toilet before her long stream began. She sighed heavily in relief as the warm spray of her piss left her and rained into the toilet, the sounds ringing all around her. “Oh, thank goodness!”
Rosalina also hiked up her dress around her and stumbled quickly out of her panties. She sat down and let her stream begin. “Oh, that feels good! Finally, letting it all out!”
Inkling fumbled her way out of her bottoms, nearly ripping them right off her. Her shorts and panties were laid in mess at her feet as she jumped up on the toilet and let herself go. The built up pee was released, flowing heavily out of her, making her breath in relief and pleasure.
Zelda was panting hard as she pulled down her panties and held up her long dress. A bit spilled out of her and onto the floor before she was able to sit down and let the rest of the long stream spray into the toilet. “Ah… It feels kind of good to release it after waiting so long…”
The rest of the girls were squirming in place and grabbing their crotches. “I can’t hold on!”
Daisy looked behind her at the row of urinals lining the wall. It was both gross and embarrassing to think about, but the other option was either pissing herself or peeing on the floor which were both worst.
“Oh I can’t take it!” The brunette shouted as she scrambled over to one of the urinals. She hiked up her long dress and pulled down her panties, beyond the point of caring that the other girls could see her butt. She pushed herself forward over the urinal and began peeing into it while still standing up. “Oh! Finally!”
The other girls got the idea. It was either that or pissing themselves and so they rushed for a chance at the urinals.
Samus had to remove her entire zero suit, leaving her fully naked as she stood up before the urinal, she began pissing into it, sighing with relief as she squeezed out the pee that had been built up.
Palutena also got there, she turned around, pulling down her undershorts and sat down over the Urinal, she began peeing into it as she was moaning with relief and slight pleasure.
“You’re not actually going to pee here?” Sothis screamed inside Byleth’s mind. “This is so gross.”
Byleth didn’t listen, she quickly pulled down her shorts and panties. “What!? Everyone can see your butt! Don’t you care!?” Byleth was beyond the point of caring, she sighed in relief as she let loose her stream of piss.
Bayonetta was the last one to be lucky enough to grab a urinal, she unwrapped her hair from her body leaving her fully nude as she causally stood over the urinal and began pissing. “Ah! That’s better!”
“Oh mother!” Lucina whined as she grabbed Robin’s hand and pressed her legs together. “I can’t hold on!” The poor girl’s eyes were filling with tears as she felt her bladder give way and her pants and panties began filling with pee. It ran down her legs and pooled at her feet in a puddle.
Robin was feeling hers getting close to bursting, but Lucina kept a tight grip on her. She felt bad for her daughter, brought to tears by the embarrassment of wetting herself. So she breathed out and let her own stream of piss start. Her pant grew wetter with each second as her warm stream ran down her legs and added to Lucina’s puddle at their feet. “See Lucina. It’s not that bad. Mommy accidently peed herself too, now we’re both embarrassed together.”
Female trainer began peeing herself as well, the yellow liquid seeping from her panties and raining on the ground. She was crying from the embarrassment, grabbing her skirt and pulling it down to hopefully cover up her wet, yellow stained white panties, feeling her hands get wet and warm from her stream.
Nana was also pissing herself, the pink ice climbing suit getting wet as it ran down her legs. She was leaning against the wall trying to hold back her tears of embarrassment as her bottoms continued filling with her own pee.
The Pokémon had no problem just pissing on the floor when they saw the others begin to piss their pants. Jigglypuff, Pichu, and Pickachu just squatted down and began peeing on the floor.
Isabelle, holding her groin in desperation, saw the villager leaving the washroom and chased after her. “Mayor? Where are you going?”
The villager had found the cart full of cleaning equipment and took a bucket out. She put the bucket on the ground and began pulling down her bloomers. She squatted over the bucket.
“Mayor! You’re going to pee in there! Let me go too! I need to go so bad!”
“You’re a dog, just lift your leg and piss wherever.”
“Mayor, how could you say that?!”
The villager ignored Isabelle and began peeing. The sound of piss hitting the bucket rang throughout the hallway and tortured the poor dog woman. “Oh! It feels so good to finally let it all out!”
“I can’t take it!” Isabelle pulled down her panties and rolled up her skirt. She got on all fours and lifted up her leg. She was so embarrassed, nearly crying as she began peeing like a dog on the wall. Her leg held high, letting her powerful stream hit the wall and pool at the ground in a big yellow puddle.
Wii fit trainer managed to hold back her piss long enough to get outside, she ran around the back of the building out of sight. She wasn’t the only girl to think of going outside to pee. Corrin was there as well.
Wii fit trainer really didn’t care that another girl was there, she was bursting. She pulled off her pants and panties in single motion and quickly squatted on the ground. Corrin had done the same, squatting down as well.
Then they both breathed in sweet release as their long, warm streams sprayed out on the ground, covering the grass in the yellow hot liquid.
“Ah, this feels good…” Corrin moaned.
“Hmm… finally….” Wii fit trainer said.
Mii gunner had run towards the pee spot. A bit surprised that two other women had the same idea as her, but quickly shoved it out of her mind to remove her bottoms and squat down as well.
She started moaning as her pee sprayed all over the grassy grounds.
The three girls continued peeing in each other’s presence as their long, long streams finally began winding down.
Princess Peach was finally done, she was breathing hard with sweet relief, she wiped and then pulled her clothes back on. Flushing and leaving she saw the state of the washroom. Puddles of piss were all over the floor, the butts of the girls at the urinals on full display, and a few teary eyed women whose pants were drenched. “Oh my!”
“What a state!” Rosalina said as she left her own stall.
“Now I feel kind of bad I took a stall.” Zelda added.
There was really nothing else they could do, so Princess Peach called the higher ups and then gathered up the girls.
Embarrassed and with the smell of piss fallowing them, the women went back to the living quarters and all had a nice long shower.
“Waluigi, get in here.” Mr. Sakurai said.
The plumber quickly ran into the room. “YES!? You need me!?”
“Yes I do. I have an important job for you.”
“Oh yes! It’s finally Waluigi time! Wahahaha!”
Waluigi took the cleaning equipment into the girls’ room. “Wa! What a mess!” He took out a mop and began cleaning up like he was told to do. “Don’t worry Waluigi, next time they’ll ask you to join…. Next time…. Wah!” |
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