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A story commission by Night Rain! I don't usually write diaper stories, but I think this one turned out well! Only Dawn's wearing a diaper in this one, so there's still some traditional desperation on Rosa's side, and Dawn still has to hold it too, so I hope you guys enjoy this one!
How much further is it, Dawn?”
“I don’t know, but from what that friendly old couple told us a while back, we should be getting close.”
Rosa and Dawn trudged along after walking for the better part of the day. They hadn’t sufficiently prepared for the lengthy travel between Fortree City and Lilycove, so upon realizing they were running low on supplies, the two resolved to make it to the next city before the day’s end. A task that was easier said than done. Between getting lost in the maze of tall grasses that lined the route and the detour to Mt. Pyre, the two had been traveling for the hours, and the sun was starting to set.
“I hope they’re right, I’m ready to collapse,” Rosa admitted.
She was tempted to suggest they stop and set up camp right here, but the two barely had enough food to snack on, let alone a proper dinner and breakfast the next morning. She sincerely hoped the old couple who had given them directions weren’t lying when they said Lilycove wasn’t far.
It wasn’t just her exhaustion getting to her, though. Rosa fell back in step behind Dawn and placed a hand on her abdomen. Her t-shirt and frilly yellow shorts hid it well, but she could feel a slight bulge pressing out against her waistband. The two hadn’t had the chance to make a pit-stop all day, and she was really starting to feel the effects of it.
Rubbing her full bladder with one hand, she focused on Dawn ahead of her. The shorter girl looked equally as exhausted as she was, and Rosa was sure Dawn hadn’t had the chance to go since this morning either. Surely she must also need to pee?
A wave of desperation hit Rosa, and she was forced to stop and press her thighs together, drawing in a sharp breath that got Dawn’s attention.
“Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah,” Rosa nodded, “I just really have to pee.”
Dawn blushed and looked away. Rosa wasn’t one to mince words, and while the two of them had similar upbeat, energetic personalities-- at least when they hadn’t just spent an entire day hiking-- Rosa was definitely more straightforward and tomboyish than the much more feminine Dawn.
“Well, hang in there, The road’s getting wider, I bet the city’s just over that next hill.”
“Actually, I was thinking of just going here, gotta go pretty bad,” Rosa admitted, making a point of holding herself and squirming in place as if to illustrate her point, “Besides, I know you won’t admit it, but you’ve gotta go too, right?”
“W-well,” Dawn looked away, blushing as she shuffled her legs uncomfortably, “I’m going to try to hold it until we get to Lilycove.”
“Fine, fine,” Rosa sighed, “Let’s keep moving, then.”
“I thought you were gonna go? Dawn asked.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you waiting on me when you have to go too,” Rosa pointed out, “Besides, you’re right, the city’s probably just over that hill. I can hold it.”
Rosa gave herself one last squeeze before letting go of her crotch and marching onwards with renewed determination. Dawn, feeling a bit guilty, fell into step behind her. In truth, Dawn did really have to go. Not only had she also been holding it since this morning, but her bladder was naturally much smaller than Rosa’s. Her bladder was uncomfortably swollen, sitting like a rock in her abdomen and begging for release.
In fact, Dawn would’ve likely wet herself already were it not for one thing-- a little secret hidden just under her dark blue and pink dress: A diaper. This was not only the reason she had managed to hold out as long as Rosa in terms of holding it, but was also why she didn’t want to join her friend in going outdoors right there. She wanted nothing more than to remove her diaper and finally relieve herself, but doing so in Rosa’s presence would mean revealing her diaper to her. Not to mention that changing it would be an ordeal in and of itself.
Since Dawn was little, she had always had trouble staying dry. Even if she only had to pee a little bit, she’d start leaking intermittently. At first it was something her mother thought she could outgrow, but as Dawn got older it became more and more obvious that she’d have to start working around it. The obvious solution, naturally, was diapers. Dawn hated them at first and refused to wear them, opting instead to keep a bathroom, pads, and a few spares of underwear around just in case, but after a particularly embarrassing incident where she hadn’t caught how wet her leggings were until she was mocked for it in a crowd of people, she begrudgingly resigned herself to her fate.
Luckily, technology made for slim, slender diapers that, when dry, weren’t much different than a pair of underwear in terms of profile. She was able to keep her embarrassing dependence on them a secret from everyone who didn’t absolutely need to know. That included Rosa. She and Rosa had gotten extremely close during their travels together, and she trusted her with a great many things, but diapers were her eternal shame. It was the one thing she refused to share.
If I hadn’t been leaking so much, I might have been able to pretend it was just underwear, but now that it’s so full…
Dawn, having held it for so long, had been leaking steadily and considerably, to the point where her diaper was now nearly full. It had swelled up from all the pee it absorbed. It was still slender enough to fit under her dress, especially with the way the dress flared out like a skirt at the bottom, but if she were to flash Rosa at this point, there was no doubt the other girl would realize immediately what she was wearing.
With her hands figuratively tied, Dawn followed behind Rosa. Not that she hadn’t already suspected it before, but now with the confirmation that the girl had to pee, her desperation was obvious. She was walking somewhat awkwardly, pressing her thighs together and taking slow, deliberate steps. She had opted to go without her typical black leggings today, probably due to the heat, so Dawn could see a sheen of sweat on her bare legs. Rosa’s yellow shorts looked to still be dry in the crotch, something Dawn was a bit envious of, but she also had no way of knowing the state of Rosa’s panties.
Rosa, however, could feel them. She had let out a small leak earlier when she stopped earlier. Just a few drops, but she could now feel a small wet spot on the fabric. To make matters worse, the warm dampness was rubbing right up-against her pee-hole, serving as a constant reminder to just how full her bladder was.
It’ll be fine. Like Dawn said, Lilycove should be just over this next hill. Then we can find the nearest Pokemon Center and make a beeline for the bathrooms. I can hold it!
Rosa held her breath as she took the next few steps up to the top of the hill, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw tall buildings and a road sign welcoming them to Liycove. If she had been any less desperate, Rosa would’ve full-on sprint the rest of the way, but she didn’t trust herself to stay dry through something like that. She also knew that Dawn was much less athletically inclined. Not that the shorter girl was out of shape, it was just hard to compete with Rosa’s usually boundless energy and stamina.
“Finally!” Rosa beamed, staring at the city eagerly.
“L-let’s hurry,” Dawn urged, squirming around in an effort to leak as little as possible. Her diaper was saturated almost to its leaking point, and if Dawn didn’t get to a bathroom soon, it would start to overflow. Not to mention that, even with the steady leaks into her diaper, Dawn’s bladder was still full to bursting. As her desperation worsened, her leaks were coming more frequently. She was quickly running out of time.
The two made their way into the city proper and looked around. Lilycove was a humbly-sized, but bustling city, with its famous department store towering in the distance. Tourist signs pointing to the Lilycove Museum and the Cove Lily Motel sat right near the entrance. There was also a sign that would’ve marked the way to the Pokemon Center, but it seemed that someone had defaced it- the arrow was unreadable.
Frowning, Rosa tried to look around for the familiar red roof. Unfortunately, she couldn’t spot the building. They’d have to find it themselves. Ordinarily that wouldn’t be an issue, and if anything it would’ve given them time to explore the city. However, in their current state, neither were thrilled about the prospect of having to search for relief.
“I can’t find the Poke Center, we’ll have to look,” Rosa sighed.
“Le-let’s just take the main road. It shouldn’t be that hard to find somewhere to go,” Dawn suggested, her voice shaky.
“You holding up?” Rosa asked, looking back at Dawn. She was looking rather worried, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She was also shuffling her legs back and forth uncomfortably.
“Fine, just, let’s hurry!”
Rosa nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with the sentiment. Her bladder felt like a swollen balloon, filled to bursting with a day’s-worth of urine. Every step she could feel its weight shifting, slamming against her bladder muscles like a caged Bouffalant trying to break free. She rubbed her abdomen and pressed onwards, taking careful steps as she scanned the buildings. An inn, a Pokemart, a restaurant. Anywhere was fine, as long as she could finally pee.
Of course, fate would not be on their side today. Rather than the Pokemon Center, the girls found them on the other end of the city. Rosa wasn’t even sure how they made it that far without wetting themselves, but one thing was for sure- the crashing waves and the seabreeze weren’t doing either of them any favors.
“Oh my god, this is impossible, where’s the Pokemon Center? Where’s anything?” Rosa asked as she tried to ignore the sound of the ocean nearby. She was forced to resort to holding herself, clamping her hands down over her crotch as she danced in place.
“I don’t know,” Dawn shook her head, “But we need to find something fast, I’m seriously about to-”
Before Dawn could finish her sentence, a particularly strong gust of wind blew through, sending chills up their bare legs. Rosa clamped down on her crotch, but the wind caught the billowy ends of her yellow shorts, and Dawn caught a short glimpse of her panties- a blue-and-white striped pair from what she could see. Any other time she would’ve teased Rosa about it, but the wind had also caught her dress. She tried to press it down, but not before the already short dress was lifted up enough to flash Rosa.
Dawn blushed furiously as she held her skirt down, almost frozen in place. Dawn sincerely hoped Rosa hadn’t seen anything, but the baffled look on her traveling partner’s face told her all she needed to know.
“W-was that a-”
“Y-y-y-y-yes,” Dawn cut her off, face beet red and yet somehow still turning darker, “L-l-l-listen, it’s not what you think! I’m not a little girl who can’t hold it! I just… my body… I’ve always been bad with leaking, so I wear one just in case… and well… we’ve been walking so long and I’ve been leaking a lot, and now it’s full and I really need to pee! D-d-d-don’t make fun of me!”
Before she knew it, Dawn had blurted out everything. She was mortified. She could barely think straight. All she wanted was to find a toilet, pee, and then hide in the stall for the rest of forever.
She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for Rosa’s laughter or her awkward disgust, but instead she felt the warmth of arms wrapping around her. The sudden contact surprised Dawn and she let out a particularly big spurt into her diaper.
“I wasn’t gonna make fun of you, Dawn. It sounds like it’s not your fault you need them, so don’t feel bad.”
“Y-you really won’t laugh?” Dawn asked.
“Listen, if anything I’m a little jealous, I have to pee so bad I’d die to be wearing a diaper right now,” Rosa admitted, releasing Dawn and grabbing her crotch as she tried to hold it, “C’mon, let’s go find that Pokemon Center before we both burst!”
“You girls said you were looking for the Pokemon Center?”
The sudden sound of a new voice shocked both of the girls, and Rosa let out another leak in surprise. Not caring about pretenses anymore, she doubled over and jammed both hands between her legs, scissoring them furiously as she fought to regain control. Dawn was much more composed, but only on the outside. She, too, had let out another leak, and just as she feared, she could feel a few errant dribbles escape out from the leg holes.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, or eavesdrop, for that matter” the source of the voice, a girl with brown hair and blue eyes beamed back at them. She was wearing a red vest with black bike shorts, with a bandana on her head and a bag around her waist, “My name’s May! I saw you two looking lost and I overheard you saying you need to find the Pokemon Center?”
“Y-yes,” Rosa nodded, somewhat embarrassed. May hadn’t brought it up, but if she heard that much, then she must’ve also overheard that the two were in desperate need of a bathroom.
“It’s right down that road,” May pointed to a side rode, “Follow the road until you get to the old bookshop, then take a right and then you should see it. It used to be along the main road, but then they decided to relocate for some reason. I’m from Hoenn, but I don’t live here in Lilycove, so I have no idea why.”
“Okay, great, thanks!” Rosa beamed, “Come on, Dawn, let’s hurry!”
“Oh, and one more thing-” May began, but the two were already walking off as fast as they could with their full bladders.
“Sorry,” Dawn called back, flashing her an apologetic smile, “We’re really in a rush here!”
May let out a small sigh.
I was going to warn them about that Pokemon Center’s Nurse Joy, but… well, I’m sure they’ll manage.
Rosa and Dawn beelined it down the path May showed them. Rosa let out a few more leaks into her panties, but she couldn’t be bothered to slow down. She was bursting and the sooner they got to the Pokemon Center, the better. Dawn, was struggling to keep up, trying not to tax her bladder or leak any more than she already was into her full diaper. What should’ve been a quick five-minute walk felt like it took hours to the two of them. Finally, however, the familiar red roof and universal symbol for the Pokemon Center appeared in their line of sight, shining like a beacon of hope.
Just the very sight of it caused their desperation to heighten, as though knowing that relief was just around the corner.
“Oh thank god,” Rosa sighed, “I’m really about to wet myself here.”
“Same, I’m at my limit,” Dawn admitted.
Meanwhile, at the Pokemon center, a woman with pink hair and a glazed-over expression sat behind the desk. The day had been agonizingly dull, and to make matters worse, a Representative from the Hoenn Pokemon Center Organization, which oversaw the human and pokemon health facilities in Hoenn, had been hovering over her all day, ensuring that her and her staff were up-to-par with current standards of care and hospitality.
I’m practically falling asleep here. Maybe I can ask one of the other staff to take over for a bit. I can take care of things in private and then take a nap in the breakroom.
Nurse Joy’s hand reached for the receiver to call for another member of the staff when she heard the automatic doors whir open and saw Dawn and Rosa hobble in. Immediately, her interest was piqued. It was immediately obvious that the two girls were in desperate need of the bathrooms. Rosa was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot with a hand jammed between her legs, and Dawn was doing a full-on potty dance. Nurse Joy watched them from her desk as they looked around for the bathrooms, only to find an out-of-order sign on the doors.
Oh my~ I could have some fun with them.
Rosa rushed up to the desk and met Nurse Joy’s gaze with pleading eyes, “Hey, sorry, real quick, is there another bathroom here?”
“No, sorry,” Nurse Joy shook her head, feigning an apologetic smile, “Unfortunately, one of the toilets broke, so they’re out of order right now.”
That was half-true. The bathrooms in the lobby were just closed for cleaning, and there were plenty of other bathrooms in the facility the girls could use. The fact that the a Pokemon Center this large wouldn’t have any other public restrooms should’ve raised some suspicions, but neither girl seemed to notice that.
“Oh,” Rosa frowned, shuffling in place. The poor girl couldn’t even stand still, and Nurse Joy quickly glanced down. A subtle, but visible bulge was pressing out against the girl’s waistband. The older woman felt herself getting excited at the thought of how badly Rosa must need to pee.
“Isn’t there anywhere around here we can go? Somewhere close by?” Dawn asked.
“I’m terribly sorry. The nearest place with public bathrooms I can think of is the Lilycove Department store, but that’s at least 5 blocks away,” Nurse Joy answered.
Once again, she was lying. Just down the street was a small store with public restrooms, and the Pokemart was much closer than the department store from here. Still, seeing as the two girls were likely unfamiliar with the area, neither of them seemed to realize this either.
“Oh my god, I can’t hold it,” Rosa frowned, raising a leg up and squeezing her thighs together as she held her crotch, “Isn’t there anywhere we can go?”
“Weeeeeell,” Nurse Joy placed a finger on her lip, thinking. She enjoyed drawing the word out as though she were genuinely trying to come up with a solution for the girls, but the opposite was true. She was wracking her brain to figure how she was going to keep these two girls dancing desperately in front of her for as long as possible. The idea excited her even more, and she could feel herself getting wet underneath her nurse’s uniform.
“Please, we’ve been holding it all day, aren’t there any staff bathrooms?” Dawn pleaded.
“No, unfortunately,” Nurse Joy shook her head, “Actually, I’ve been holding it in a bit now too.”
To appear genuine, the Nurse gave herself a quick squeeze and shuffled around in mock desperation. It was actually true that Nurse Joy hadn’t gone to the bathroom for some time now, but while she could feel some pee building up in her bladder, it wasn’t nearly enough to make her anywhere near desperate.
Once again, though, the two girls bought it instantly, and Dawn flashed her an apologetic look, “Sorry!”
Rosa shuffled and turned towards the door, “If there really aren’t any bathrooms here, we’ll have to find somewhere else.”
Dawn groaned, rubbing her abdomen, “But I really don’t know if I can hold it anymore.”
“Me neither,” Rosa admitted, but if there aren’t bathrooms here, what are we going to do?”
Nurse Joy acted quickly to keep them in the Pokemon Center, “Um, well, I don’t know if you girls were planning on staying the night here, but if I check you in real quick, there are bathrooms in each of the rooms.”
“Oh thank god!” Rosa turned back around, hopping from foot to foot as she tried desperately not to wet herself right there, “Where are they?”
“Well, I’ll have to sign you in first,” Nurse Joy pointed out.
“Can’t you just let us go, and then sign us in?” Dawn asked, hugging herself as she rubbed her swollen abdomen. Her dress wasn’t as form-fitting as Rosa’s t-shirt and waistband, but now that she was running a hand along it, Nurse Joy could also see a distinct bulge from her bladder.
“Sorry, I can’t let you into a room you aren’t staying in, and the rooms are randomly assigned by our system based on which ones are free, so I can’t tell you what room number is yours until you’re signed in.”
“We’re seriously about to wet ourselves here, are you sure you can’t make an exception?” Rosa asked.
“Sorry, I’ll get into really big trouble if I did,” Nurse Joy apologized.
Dawn placed a hand on Rosa’s shoulder, “L-let’s just sign in quickly! It’s better than having to walk 5 blocks to the department store.”
“That’s true,” Rosa nodded.
“Okay, great, let me just pull up the form here,” Nurse Joy smiled. She clicked and the form popped up near-instantly, but that would be too easy. She collapsed the form and feigned clicking on the screen a few more times, “Oh dear, I’m really sorry, our computer systems have been being really slow today. I know you girls are in a hurry.”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault!” Dawn replied innocently. Nurse Joy suppressed a mischievous laugh. It was very much her fault, but the fact that the girls didn’t suspect a thing was exhilarating.
I wonder if they’re the friendly types who give everyone they meet the benefit of the doubt? It might be fun to toy with them longer.
On the other side of the desk, Rosa and Dawn were seriously struggling. They had entered the Pokemon Center already nearing the height of their desperation, and now with all the delays, Rosa was almost astonished that she had stayed relatively dry for so long. She was practically doubled over the desk, resting one arm on the counter for support and the other jammed tightly against her crotch. Her legs buckled as she leaked again, and she held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing all of her energy on staving off the flow. Luckily it was a short leak and she was able to regain control, but she could now feel a small wet patch growing on her shorts.
As bad as Rosa had it, Dawn had it even worse. Her already-weak bladder muscles were reaching their limits. The leaks were almost constant, and they were getting longer. Her saturated diaper would not hold more liquid, so she could feel dribbles leaking out down her legs. She was worried she would start leaving drops of urine all over the floor. It was also impossible to hold herself properly with her diaper. Any attempts to clamp down on her crotch for relief would simply squeeze more pee out of the padded material. Instead, she shuffled her legs back and forth and tried to control her breathing, taking in sharp breaths.
“Oh my god, how much longer?” Rosa asked, looking over at Nurse Joy with pleading eyes.
“Hold on,” Nurse Joy feigned a look of concern, “It seems like the computer’s frozen, I’m trying to fix it.”
“Please hurry!” Dawn begged, rubbing her abdomen and squeezing her eyes shut.
Nurse Joy savored every wiggle, every bounce, every gasp and every desperate moan. She herself was feeling restless, but her situation was naturally a bit different from theirs. Her heart raced, and it took all her composure to steady her breathing in the face of such an arousing scene. Her panties were wet and sticky from her womanhood, and she wanted nothing more than to touch herself right there as she watched the girls squirming desperately.
I have them. They’re at my whims. I wonder if they’ll wet themselves if I keep this up? This is so much fun~
“Oh my,” Nurse Joy’s eyes widened, “It seems like the system crashed. I’ll have to restart it. I’m terribly sorry for all of this.”
“W-what? Oh my god, I can’t-!”
Rosa’s outburst was cut off by her disappearing from behind the desk. Not wanting to miss the action, Nurse Joy shot up and peered over the counter. A particularly strong wave of desperation had hit Rosa, and another spurt had escaped, soaking through her already soaked panties and causing the wet patch on her yellow shorts to grow. Instantly her legs buckled, and she crouched down, jamming her heel into her crotch to stem the flow. One hand was still resting on the counter, clutching the edge so hard her knuckles were turning white. Her other hand was rubbing her abdomen, running across her swollen bladder in a vain attempt at comfort. Her face was contorted into an expression of pure desperation. Her lips pursed, her cheeks red, and her eyes squeezed shut in focus.
“Are you okay?” Nurse Joy asked in an innocent tone that belied her enjoyment of the scene before her.
“F-fine… just…” Rosa strained to even get the words out, “Hurry!”
“R-right!” Nurse Joy made a show of looking like she was rushing, anxiously trying to get the computer to restart. A few moments later, Rosa, having regained some semblance of control, poked her head back up over the counter, though she was still doubled over with a hand jammed between her legs.
“Okay, the system’s back up, but the form still won’t come up. Our server might be down,” Nurse Joy apologized. Dawn looked like she was ready to cry at the news and Rosa opened her mouth to say something, but Nurse Joy quickly added, “It’s okay! We have manual forms for this situation. I’ll go fetch them real quick.”
Nurse Joy opened a side cabinet near her computer, searching for the forms, while keeping the girls and their struggles in her periphery. Rosa still looked like she was on the verge of a full-on accident, and Dawn was practically shaking in place from the desperation. Beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead and small droplets of pee were leaking out from her diaper. Her leaks were coming every few seconds now, and she was seriously well past her limit. Without her diaper, she would’ve wet herself hours ago, but even with the leaks, her body was demanding full relief.
“Found them! Sorry about that,” Nurse Joy smiled, producing a clipboard with some forms on it, “Ordinarily, I’d ask you two to fill them out, but I’ll give you a hand. If you two will give me your Trainer ID cards?”
Dawn danced around in place as she frantically searched through her bag, and Rosa tore off her backpack and quickly found hers as well. The two couldn’t have handed them to Nurse Joy and faster if they had tried.
“Okay, hold on, let me just get down this information,” Nurse Joy smiled. She began writing, jotting the information down slowly and deliberately. It should’ve been clear at this point that she was just stalling, but neither Rosa nor Dawn had caught onto her at all yet. Instead, the two fought against the inevitable, hoping they could hold out. By some miracle, they managed, and even though Nurse Joy had stalled as long as she could, the two girls had managed to stay dry.
They didn’t wet themselves. I’m almost impressed given how desperate they are. Well, I suppose I’ve stalled long enough.
Nurse Joy stood up and grabbed a key to the room she filled out on the form, “Alright, well, I can take you back to your room now.”
The two nodded and hobbled as quickly as they could over around the desk to follow Nurse Joy. She was careful to avoid any of the other public bathrooms in the Pokemon Center as she led them down the halls to the free rooms they had for Trainers.
“A-ah, no no no no no!”
Nurse Joy whirled around at the cry, and she saw Dawn, crouching down and grabbing herself, no longer concerned about squeezing pee out of her diaper. She clamped her hands down and tried to regain control, but she had simply strained herself too far. Her leaks became a steady, slow stream, dribbling out into her already soaked diaper, and she couldn’t regain control. Rivulettes of pee streamed out from between her legs and with one final, futile attempt to stave the flow, her bladder forced her to let go.
Hot pee gushed out of her, pooling in her already soaked diaper. The weight of all that pee and all the moisture finally took its toll, and her diaper fell down completely, landing on the ground with a wet plop. Unimpeded, her flow of pee streamed out of her with an incredible pressure, splashing loudly against the tiled floor of the Pokemon Center.
“Oh god, I can’t…” Rosa tried to ignore the sounds of Dawn’s wetting, but it proved to be too much for her. Having pushed herself beyond her limits, she felt her bladder muscles giving out. She tried to press her thighs together to hold it just that much longer, but it was no use. A large spurt exploded out of her, soaking through her shorts and the hands she had jammed against her crotch. She stopped the flow, but not a second later, another spurt escaped, and another. The butt of her shorts was starting to soak through with her leaks, and she knew one way or another, she wasn’t making it out of this dry. One final push from her overtaxed bladder, and her dams burst.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh!” Rosa let out a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, a torrent of pee streaming out of her. Her flow was so strong that it was almost as if she weren’t wearing shorts, with a full stream pouring out of her and also splashing down onto the floor.
Her feelings of embarrassment were completely, totally overshadowed by the sheer orgasmic relief she felt upon finally letting go. She moaned loudly again, revelling in the feeling of her bladder emptying itself. She placed a hand on her abdomen and could feel her swollen bladder shrink like a deflating balloon.
Dawn, too, let out an aroused sigh at the waves of relief that crashed over her body, though for her it took second place to the thought in the forefront of her mind, the diaper, soaked and exposed, sitting on the floor. She looked at it and her face reddened.
As the girls continued wetting themselves in front of her, Nurse Joy could barely stand it. She wanted to touch herself, to play with herself as she watched the two girls empty their bladders in front of her. Her breathing was ragged an she couldn’t suppress the blood that flushed to her face upon seeing the scene. If they had the mind to pay attention, they might have noticed her thoroughly enjoying the sight.
Finally, the two girls finished draining themselves, and a stagnant silence hung in the air after their accident. It was Nurse Joy who spoke first.
“Oh my! I’m terribly sorry for things taking so long, this is all my fault! Don’t worry, I’ll let the staff know to clean this up ASAP! Follow me, I’ll help get you girls cleaned up before I show you to your room!” Nurse Joy smiled, “Especially you. You’ve probably been wearing that wet diaper all day! That can’t be healthy!”
Both girls blushed and nodded silently, and Nurse Joy smiled. She was half-sincere, but she’d do a lot more than get them cleaned up.
I can’t take it anymore! I’m not done toying with you two yet~
The End |
(Skip below the dashed line for the story)
So, after almost ten freakin' years of lurking on this site, reading content from everyone else, I felt it was time to contribute some of my own experiences. "But wait!" you say, "why is this guy posting in Fiction and Fanfiction then?!". Well, for two reasons.
1. It just feels a little bit dirty (in a not-good way) to post the exact details of what, while it was to me an omorashi experience, to somebody else was just having to pee really bad and/or wetting their pants. It's as if you were doing your laundry at a public laundromat, and someone with a doing-laundry fetish posted an exacting, sensuous description of it on the Internet. You wouldn't feel that bad, because it's not like it was a picture or video or something, and as long as there weren't any identifying details you wouldn't necessarily feel bad at all, but the idea of a bunch of Internet strangers masturbating furiously to a description of you doing your laundry seems... unsettling. So fictionalizing the stories some lets me both write the endings I wish had happened (hey he said the title), and gives me a bit of moral cover to put this stuff online.
2. Some of my favorite experiences happened while I was a teenager, and I'd rather not write about anyone who was (at the time) under 18. So if I can take the basic plots of what happened, change a few things, and slot in characters of age, I think it's okay? Consider it "based on a true story".
Without further ado...
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Story One: A Matter of Time
This is from when I was in college. The basic setup is that as part of our participation in Generic College Student Organization, 12 of us students had to get from City A to City B for an event. This being college, this meant recruiting people who had cars to haul everyone else, and doling out the remainder between the cars based on classes, schedules, and so on. That year, I was in leadership of Generic College Student Organization (henceforth GCSO), and so of course I put the girl I had a crush on in my car, because a little abuse of power goes a long way. That I had actually fantasized in the past about the scenario that ended up unfolding probably subconsciously helped.
We left around nine or ten in the morning, and stopped for lunch probably around noon. It was supposed to be a six hour drive, and we needed to be there by five or six, so we weren't really worried about time, though maybe we should have been. The other people in the car were the girl I was interested in, who we'll call Jennifer, and two other guys, who we'll call Sam and Nathan. We spent maybe 45 minutes eating lunch and talking and at the very end everyone used the restroom, which of course I noticed, given what this whole website is about. We drove for probably another hour, and stopped for gas. Sam, Nathan and Jennifer all bought drinks at the gas station (I didn't, being rather careful about such things), and everyone except Jennifer used the restroom.
Some background on her: she was very proud of her bladder. I had talked to her about it once before, when she brought it up, and she considered herself to have an "iron bladder", able to hold as long as she needed or wanted to. This probably accounts for her choice, and for what happened next.
We drove for four hours straight after that, and the car lapsed into the exhausted silence of a road trip when everyone's tired, you're running late (turns out 45 minutes for lunch plus twenty at the gas station plus stopping by my house that morning to drop something off really added up), and the first thing you can expect when you arrive is a hurried frenzy to check into the hotel, change clothes, and sprint to where you're supposed to be. When I noticed Jennifer getting quieter than usual, and sitting with her legs crossed, I started to wonder about the effects of her drink from the gas station, plus the liter and a half water bottle she'd been sipping since before lunch, plus the five hours (remember, she didn't go at the gas station) all that had had to go through her, but I figured that given she was an almost-full adult she'd speak up if she wanted to stop, and dismissed my thoughts as an over-enthusiastic fetish fantasy.
Oh lord, was I wrong.
We were on a long stretch of mostly empty highway, between major cities. I was starting to get anxious about the time, and asked Jennifer (who was sitting in the passenger seat) to check Google Maps and find out exactly how far we were from our destination.
"We're, like, an hour and a half away, so we're kinda running late. I really have to pee, but I can hold it until we get there."
A whole lot of emotions went through me at once.
Arousal. Fear someone was going to notice my arousal. Guilt. Another part of me pointing out that she had just offered, completely unprompted, to hold it, that I had in no way whatsoever forced her into this, and for Christ's sake the girl you have a crush on has to pee, badly, six inches away from you and just enjoy something without worrying whether you're a bad person for once in your goddamn life.
So I shut my mouth. Just kind of acknowledged it with a sort of "mm hmm, okay", while two parts of me fought a duel over whether I should just offer to stop right now because that's what a normal person would do or no you idiot she didn't even offer to hold it she just said she would and who are you to tell her otherwise and we are running late and... you get the idea. To be clear, all of me was still enjoying it, but I was conflicted.
For about 3-4 minutes, that equilibrium held. What happened next is going to seem like a plot device straight out of someone fictionalizing an otherwise pretty brief experience, but this part actually did happen, so just believe what you want to believe.
Jennifer spoke up again .
"I have to pee so bad, guys."
Sam and Nathan chimed in from the back.
"Yeah I've had to pee for like an hour". "Me too".
My whirl of conflicting emotions collapsed into simple resolve. Everyone had to go, including some guys, which I was definitely *not* into, and at this point any normal person would find a gas station and stop. We could be 20 minutes late to the event- getting my rocks off wasn't worth my integrity (which I'm not gonna say I had a ton of at that point in my life, but hey, it was something) or, more to the point, my reputation in the organization. I turned to Jennifer.
"Do you want me to stop?"
A long, awkward pause floated by.
"Yes."
Moral crisis averted, and events of omorashi interest over, I turned back to the windshield, free to direct my anxiety solely at the weekend ahead, and settled my eyes back on the road... just in time to slam on the brakes.
As we hit.
An endless wall.
Of dead-stopped traffic.
LIke I said, believe it if you want to.
Jennifer, to her credit, burst out laughing, then jammed both hands into her crotch as she realized what a terrible mistake that had been. She pulled her legs up onto the seat and sort of writhed around while curled up into a ball, like if she wrapped herself up tightly enough she could physically seal off her bladder's access to the outside world. Sam or Nathan might have said something, but between the show to my right and trying not to wreck the car every useful section of my brain was fully booked.
The situation fairly rapidly became clear. Something really nasty had happened up ahead, and all five lanes of the highway were moving at 7-8 miles per hour if they were moving at all. I spotted a sign that said the next exit was in 3 miles- so about 30 minutes at worst. Anybody could hold on that long, right?
Something about this seemed to make Jennifer's situation worse, and she began to alternate between sitting with her legs tightly crossed and curling up into a ball like before, though she managed to keep her hands firmly on top of her thighs. I began to run through the math in my head. A 600ml soda from the gas station, plus a liter gone from her liter and a half water bottle sitting on the center console between us, plus five hours (the kidney can process about a half liter an hour maximum, I think?)... she had to be holding almost a liter, minimum. Which was crazy. Ridiculous. I'd done my own holds a few times, and 750ml was absolute desperation for me. I looked at those tight runner's thighs, crossed so primly, so perfectly, her hands pressed on top of her legs like the only thing keeping them away from her pulsating peehole was sheer, brutal force of will...
Don't crash the car don't crash the car don't crash the car
"God, I have to pee so bad." Jennifer said. "I feel like I'm going to wet myself in the car."
"I have my Gatorade bottle, from the gas station." Sam said, "If you really have to go."
"I don't think that would work... like, anatomically."
Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Not "No, I don't have to go THAT bad." Not "Are you insane? Do you think I'm going to rip down these oh-so-short Nike shorts and my freaking panties and piss an ocean into a bottle in a moving vehicle in front of three college guys who would potentially literally kill to see what's hiding under that glossy black fabric?". No, she's serious. She's in the endgame. Her bladder is at the end of its rope and she is ruthlessly contemplating her remaining options, excluding the ones that won't work... anatomically.
Like making a bladder hold more than its maximum capacity.
"Anyway, [writer], I wouldn't pee in your car. Like, ever." A hand temporarily freed from its thigh death-grip to wave for emphasis. "I can still hold it, if you want, since we're late and everything."
WHY IS SHE MAKING THIS SO HARD
Is she trying to convince me or her?
"No, we'll stop." An awkward smile, a dick that feels like it's going to burst, a sense that this can't be real and that I just need to get it over with so Earth Prime can reassert control. And the traffic ground on.
After ten or so more minutes went by, Jennifer looked at me, dead serious. Her face was not a joking face. It was the face of someone who has realized their number appears to be up, that their slightly reckless choices and the fuckery of an uncaring reality may have combined to make this the Big One.
"So, I might, um, actually pee in your car. Like, I might not be able to hold it. Just thought I should probably let you know." A weak, very forced smile, more of a grimace.
For the next few minutes, time seemed to slow to near a stop. I actually got bored for a little while. It turns out the reason most porn videos are under 10 minutes is that you really can only stay so aroused for so long before you burn out, emotionally if not physically, and you just want it to be over with so the world can go back to some kind of normal. I started to wonder what, specifically, was the reason you were supposed to call the Viagra people if you had an erection lasting longer than four hours. I kind of wanted to find out.
I took the exit ramp, and we had to wait at a red light for a bit after the left turn. The car was dead silent. I tried to crack a joke. "Looks the universe is after you one last time, huh?"
"Yeah... the universe..." Jennifer mumbled. She was done.
I pulled into a parking spot, and Jennifer fumbled with her purse for a bit, I guess in case she had to buy something, then decided it wasn't worth it and left it in the seat. The whole checking the seat for wetness thing only happens in stories where the main character has perfect presence of mind and infinite time to absorb environmental details- I just got out of the car. Jennifer did this sort of awkward skip-run into the gas station, like she wanted to sprint but that just wasn't going to happen, and I followed her in just in time to witness her post up against the wall by the bathroom door, like she was about to breach it, Rainbow Six-style.
She stepped back from the wall, faced the door, and bent about halfway over, arms straight by her sides, palms facing down, thighs pressed together, the classic internet pee video pose. I didn't think it would look that way in real life, but hey, I guess those people know what they're doing. My last thought before what happened next was... why the palms? What do the palms have to do with it? Seriously, if anyone knows, let me know.
She reached out a cautious hand for the door handle. I relaxed, ready for this whole thing to be over. She began to twist it.
Locked. Sealed. Not available. Se ocupado. Ne c'est pas.
Whatever force it was that had held her together all this time, whatever dismal hope of making it through this like a grown woman, dignity somewhat intact, began to slough away in great piling snowdrifts of fucks to give. She bent at the waist again, faster this time, like a dance move, and one hand went to her crotch while the other wiggled the doorknob, now her most merciless enemy. She knocked on the uncaring wooden door. "Hello?..." she ventured. "Hey, there's still a McDonalds next door" Nathan called out from near the pretzels, his tone of voice not quite appreciating how far the situation had gone. "Is there a code or something?" Sam asked the cashier. "No, someone's in there, sorry." she said. Jennifer backed away from the door, slowly, like if she didn't keep staring it down it might attack.
"Nhn." Jennifer said.
"Nhn?" I wondered.
And then I saw it. I saw that little first spatter of pee saturate the crotch of her Nike shorts and grace the tile floor of the gas station.
At this point, Jennifer freaked the hell out and started running towards the door, with God knows what going through her mind. I mean, I get it- if she was shy enough to not admit she'd had to go until she needed it almost this bad in the first place, trusting in her seemingly indomitable bladder, this had to be hell for her. I actually felt pretty bad. Not bad enough to not keep watching her, but, bad. I almost didn't get to see what happened next- girl was varsity track in high school for a reason.
She was standing on some dirt at the edge of the parking lot, looking at the crowded McDonalds, then the parking lot, then the forest off to the side, then the parking lot, then the car, then the parking lot. Maybe, given more time, she would have come to a decision. Maybe she would have suffered through the McDonalds bathroom line, or overcome her pleaser personality just long enough to beg to be allowed to go in front, or waited back at the gas station bathroom where at least she was first, or just sprinted into the woods and watered a bush, or, hell, squatted in the backseat of my crappy little car and pissed a roaring Niagara into Sam's stupid Gatorade bottle. But she didn't, because she was out of time.
She tried to stop it, at first, shoved both her hands down there and twisted her legs like an audition for Cirque de Soleil, but it was no use. She was done. This shy, gorgeous young woman had, through a combination of bad luck and bad choices, pushed her bladder to its absolute limit. And she pissed. She pissed more than I thought a human being could piss. She irrigated the Sahara. She created the Pacific, and then, surrounded by a puddle of an indifferent universe...
The rest of that story isn't for the Internet.
Anyway, she got cleaned up, we all changed in the gas station bathroom, and she ended up being surprisingly cool about the whole thing. She'd had a few close calls in the past, apparently, and one step further didn't seem to crush her, though she for a while she glowed a neat shade of "will-i ever-live-this-down" red (now available at Home Depot) if anybody mentioned it. We eventually made it to City B, and yes...
We were late.
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I return, bearing another tale.
You read it for the plot, right? 😜
It was mostly that I didn't really know how to end it, and writing a big white-knighty scene about me helping her afterwards just felt... pitiful and white-knighty. That story was actually exactly what happened, plus a certain bathroom being occupied, so I wasn't thinking a lot about the plot while writing. This story is mostly fictional, and was written in parts with a plot outline and everything, so it should hopefully feel more natural and less abruptly over.
A brief warning/note: this story contains sexually explicit material. Like, normal people sexually explicit material, with naked people and sex acts and so on. The people demand steamy details? The people shall have steamy details.
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Story 2: Dare
On this day in history, I was hanging around the student center on my college’s campus, collecting dues from people for the generic organization from the first story. This was about as exciting as running a lemonade stand, without the meeting new people, personal income stream, or pride of creating a quality product, so I was pretty eager for some entertainment.
“Ashley” was a girl I’d been on a date with the previous summer, who after ignoring me for a bit afterwards, had hit me with a long, loooong text that boiled down to “I like you but I’m scared and let’s just be friends”. We’d kept talking for a while after that, but had fallen out of touch for a few months, until she’d texted me out of the blue a few days previously. Part of me was hoping she wanted me to try to make a romantic move again, while the other part pointed out that, as she’d wanted to be friends, the ball was very much in her court.
I was talking to her that afternoon, and at some point, she mentioned she wanted to improve her “willpower and endurance” in some context. I don’t remember what she meant exactly, but I do remember being young and bored and a little bit crazy, and it giving me an idea.
“I have a challenge to test your endurance”, I sent.
“Hmm”, she replied, “What is it?”
“You’re always complaining about how you have to pee all the time. So why don’t you hold it? Till like, nine tonight or something?” (for clarity, it was a little bit after 3pm)
I figured I could always laugh the suggestion off as “oh, just an idea haha”, and omo was obscure enough she wouldn’t make the connection, but still, I was sweating. Five minutes went by, then ten.
“That’s weird.” she replied.
My heart dropped.
My phone went off again.
“That’s really, really weird, and I like it.”
My heart un-dropped, and I got excited. This wasn’t somebody next to me on an airplane, or in a classroom, or in a car, who just happened to be stuck without a bathroom. This was someone I was romantically and sexually interested in, holding it because I asked them to- no, because I told them to. Now, I definitely hadn’t laid all my cards on the table about what I was getting out of it, but if you can find me a perfect person, I have a bridge to sell you.
She told me thinking about not being allowed to pee was making her need to pee already, and I told her we should hang out later so I could keep her honest. I guess now that the “hey hold your pee (for my super secret kink)” line had been crossed I was feeling pretty damn confident, and the hot streak held. We decided to grab dinner at a bubble tea place near campus, around six.
Those first two hours were hard. I mean, I’m sure they were hard for her too, having to hold it and all, but have you ever tried to act normal in a situation like that? I was sweating bullets, about to puke of excitement, stiff as a pole, and sitting on a nice couch in a cold hallway trying to make change for twenties and explain the logistics for our next club event. Maybe they thought I had a cold or something. I can’t remember being quite able to care. I went back to my dorm around five, and, of course, used the bathroom. The initial high had kind of worn off by now, so I was soft enough to actually go in the toilet (anyone who hasn’t pissed in a shower because their dick was too hard is a liar or boring), and I was mostly worried. I hadn’t seen this girl in months, and now I was going on some kind of kink maybe-date with her? What if it was awkward? How could it not be awkward, under the circumstances? Would she still be holding? Would she even show up? I was in too deep to quit now, anyway. I was seeing this thing through.
It was a bit of a walk to the boba place, so I left my dorm about five-thirty, and got there around five forty-five. I try to be really punctual, mostly because it pisses me off when other people aren’t and I don’t want to be a hypocrite. However, this does mean I do a lot of sitting around.
It got to about 6:05, me sitting at a faux-wood table in a faux-leather booth sipping expensive cold tea, when I got a text from her.
“Sorry bus was late.
I have to peeeeeee.”
I reassured her the former was definitely, definitely not a problem (and the latter was just her problem, heh heh heh), and she showed up probably five more minutes later. After that we had… well, completely normal conversation. Classes. The weather. Politics. Life as we know it. It was nice, and I had to hold myself in check as I remembered we were currently, technically friends. Anyway, we talked for about forty minutes, and I almost forgot about the holding thing. Almost. It got to the point where we had both finished our drinks, and were enjoying a comfortable silence, when she leaned in and said:
“So, this daring me not to pee- it’s a sex thing.”
It was a statement, not a question.
I went beet-red while my frontal lobe rapidly generated and dismissed a veritable galaxy of excuses and denials, all the way from the from the sandy Tatooine of “how dare you” to the peaceful Alderaan of “you know I just realized I left the oven on”. She pressed further.
“It is.”
I said nothing, making loving eye contact with the table as I prepared for the shitstorm barreling down upon my sinful, lustful, deceitful sorry ass.
“And you’re so embarrassed about it, too, like you have a notebook somewhere filled with My Chemical Romance lyrics and diary entries about how ashamed you are of your dirty little secrets.”
I began to imagine what it might be like to make conversation with the table. The table didn’t know anything about me. The table just listened. The table didn’t judge.
“Do you really think I didn’t know? I mean, I didn’t know know, but do you think I didn’t notice how often you asked about that kind of stuff? How that time I texted you that I was stuck in a two-hour lecture in the front row and about to pee my pants from all the coffee that was suddenly all you wanted to talk about?” she said.
“The, um, idea, hadn’t quite occurred to me, I, uh, I guess”.
I’m not as smooth as I think I am, my brain reflected over a glass of imaginary brain whiskey, on the imaginary rocks, in an imaginary mahogany-paneled parlor, conveniently the same shade as the table’s dark brown faux-wood.
“Just say it. Just stop staring at this stupid cheap table and look me in the eye and say it’s a sex thing.”
I gathered myself, and laid both hands flat on the table, looking her in the eye.
“It is a sex thing. It is a sex thing where people like me get off to girls, or guys, like you, who have to pee. It is a sex thing, and I probably should have been more honest about it.”
“Okay.” she said, crossing her arms and smirking at me.
“Okay what?” I said.
“Okay. I am okay with this. You’re a little bit fucked up, like every other human being on this planet, and we’re cool. I need you to apologize for two things, though.”
“What?”
“One, say you’re sorry you lied to me, and it was wrong.”
“I just omitted-“
“Shut up.”
“I’m sorry I lied to you, and it was wrong.”
She paused, waiting for something.
“What’s the other thing?” I asked.
“If you were going to take me on a date, you should have bought me this drink.”
Almost needless to say, things improved from there. I quizzed her exhaustively about the past four hours, openly indulging my omo curiosity, and she asked me a few questions about what, specifically I liked about her having to pee. This is actually a question I’ve gotten more than once- most memorably, one person asked me “How do you tell?” (if they had to pee or not). Once she got the general idea of what I liked in her head, and my ideas about why I liked it (hint: it’s almost as if really strong sexual taboos, a lot of childhood/teenage resentment towards women, and a “nice” self-image where you don’t want to be the bad guy can produce an attraction to situations where women feel humiliated and powerless in a sex-adjacent way and it’s not your fault), she asked me if I had any specific requests.
I had mostly recovered my wits at this point, and responded fairly rapidly.
“Ask the cashier for the bathroom code, go in the bathroom, sit on the toilet for a while, and don’t use it.”
“You’re mean.”
“That’s kind of the point.”
“You’re so mean. If they gave out Oscars for being a dick, you would get the Oscar for being a dick to me right now. Because you are so freaking mean.”
She got up from the table and walked over to the cashier. I probably should have described her earlier, but since you’ve just about summited Mount Exposition and are getting to the sexy part, I’ll do it now.
She had brown hair a little longer than shoulder length, with big brown eyes, Bambi eyes, and a cute little nose between them. On this occasion, she was wearing a slightly frilly light yellow blouse, and a tight pair of jeans. The blouse curved just right around her C-cup breasts, and the jeans hugged her decent-sized yet pert ass. Basically, picture your preferred slightly curvy white college chick, sauntering across the almost empty bubble tea place to the cashier.
“Hi, can I have the bathroom code? We just got out of a really long test, and I have to go sooo bad.” She crossed her legs and bobbed a little for emphasis.
“It’s 3-4-7-5.”
“Thanks!”
She turned around and stuck her tongue out at me, then strolled towards the bathroom, head held high, looking for all the world like someone about to enjoy some well-earned relief. “In the bathroom but not allowed to use it” is one of my favorite scenarios in stories, videos, and my own holds, and it was driving me mad, my fingers drumming randomly on the table as I stared lasers into her back and ass disappearing down the hall. It only took about thirty seconds for a Snapchat to pop up- her sitting (still very clothed) on the toilet seat, flashing the peace sign to the mirror. It was captioned “if you screenshot this so help me god”. I didn’t test the threat.
About a minute later, I heard the toilet flush, and she came out, looking very undaunted.
“Easy.” she said.
“Really?” I said.
“Okay, not that easy. But I’ve felt worse. You’ve never had an ultrasound.” She shuddered.
“Let’s make it harder, then.” I said. “I still owe you a drink.”
She just shrugged. I took this as assent, and walked over to the cashier. He had been leaning against the counter watching us, as the only entertainment in the restaurant I guess, and had those “I pulled the graveyard shift the night before this” dark rings around his eyes. I bought 32 ounces of the Thai milk tea, which is addictive stuff whether you’re drinking it for a hold or not, and slapped it down triumphantly in front of Ashley.
“Easy.”, she repeated, but her voice shook ever so slightly, and she gripped the cup firmly as she brought it to her lips.
“You have to finish it all before we leave.” I said.
“Leave for where?” she asked, one delicate eyebrow raised.
“It’s a date. Surely, I’m obligated to walk you home.”
“Walk? Like, the 45 minutes to west campus?”
“Won’t be a problem, right?” I said, with my best wicked grin. “I could use the exercise.”
She slurped at the tea viciously for about a minute, then slammed the empty cup down, the ice rattling against the wall.
“Truly, you are a dick.”
I’ll admit, she held up better than I expected on the walk. It was spring, so there wasn’t any cold to go after her bladder, and I was starting to think she’d been playing coy with her holding capacity all this time. Not that I was complaining, but still, it was a little disappointing. We made it to her dorm in the aforementioned 45 minutes, with nothing more than her stopping a few times to cross her legs. We got to the double glass doors, and she started rifling through her purse, pacing around and occasionally stopping to bend down a bit, press her knees together, and shift her weight from foot to foot.
“I think I lost my card.” she said, turning towards me.
“Just text Natalie.” I suggested.
“Do you think I want to explain this situation to her?” she hissed, glaring at me. “Besides, she’s gone this week. Team building conference or something.” She smirked a bit as she took in my reaction to the second piece of information. “Right where you want me, hmm?”
I walked closer, right in front of her. “You could say that.” I looked down at her, and she looked up at me, and I went in for the kiss. She was wearing strawberry-flavored lip gloss. I know, because I could taste it. We stood there, making out, and I pulled her towards me, trying to gauge the distance just right to hint at but not stab her with my thoroughly erect weapon of choice. Someone behind me coughed.
I let go and whirled around. An Asian girl, probably an undergrad by her relative youth, was standing there looking everywhere but at us. “Hey, could you guys move so I could just… sorry. Thanks. Sorry.”
We followed her in, and Ashley took me by the hand, leading me to her freshman-style dorm room. I was in one of the nicer apartment-style halls, with my own bedroom and a bathroom shared only with my suitemates- she shared a bedroom with a roommate and the bathroom with the entire floor. She wouldn’t even look at the bathroom entrance as we walked past, but she squeezed my hand, hard, almost painfully. “Fuuuuuuck everythiiiiiiiing.” she whispered to no one in particular. She unlocked and opened the door to her room, locking it behind us, and gingerly climbed onto her bed, kicking off her stylish sandals as she went. I untied my boots and left them by the door, then clambered up as well. For a moment we both just sat there, tense, silent, expecting. I moved towards her, and I kissed her.
I kissed her, gently then more forcefully, sliding my hand down her side to her hip then giving her bladder just the slightest push with my thumb. She pulled away from the kiss, staring me dead in the eyes.
“Be nice…” she whispered, then kissed me back. She grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me down with her, gently, as she laid back onto the pile of pillows that seem to come standard with every college girl (plus those stickers with the words “Love” and “Faith” in cursive). I took her blouse off, then worked my hands under her, feeling around for the clasp of her bra until I snagged it, and cast the blouse and bra into a pile on the floor. She pulled my shirt over my head, and I helped her get it off, then used my newly freed arms to unbutton her skinny jeans and drag them down.
“You don’t even know how good that feels.” she said, sighing.
“You’d be surprised.” I said, thinking back to my own holding experiences.
She unbuttoned my pants, and I slid them the rest of way down, along with my boxers. She looked at my cock for a moment. “We’re missing something important.” she said. “Right.” I said, and fumbled around in my jeans for my wallet, and the condom stashed there by a very optimistic and slightly younger me during freshman health class. I got it on with a minimum of fuss, and turned back to her, taking advantage of my brief movement away from her to lay almost flat on my stomach, hands on her thighs just above the knees.
I sent my hands higher and slid her panties down oh so carefully, gently lifting the waistband over the swell of her bladder. She gasped sharply, and I wasn’t sure if it was a good gasp or a bad one.
“I feel like I’m going to piss on the bed. When my clothes were on it was like I was supposed to be holding it, but now it’s just- keep going.”
I took her panties all the way off, and tentatively kissed her clit. Or at least where I thought it was, because finding that thing in real life can be a son of a bitch. I licked around her pussy lips for a little while, punctuated by the occasional “fuck” or “shit” from her, which I’d love to believe was the result of my prowess but probably had more to do with the full bladder a few inches from my forehead.
“Wait, stop.” she said, and I sat up like I’d been shocked. She sat up a little more slowly and painfully, and looked at me, her knees pressed together as she sort of kneeled on the bed.
She looked me in the eye.
“[writer], can I please, please go pee.”
I have never in my life, to this day, been harder than I was in that moment.
I checked the time on my phone. 8:07.
“We agreed you had to wait until nine.”
Just as her hopeful, pleading expression started to shift into this-isn’t-funny-any-more, I added-
“So, if you want to go, you have to be punished.”
Her eyes went wide, and she bit down on her lip, hard, as she rocked back and forth a little.
“You want to get what you want in life, you have to take some responsibility. You have to finish what you start.” I paused for effect. “I come, you go.” I said. I laughed a bit, then gestured to my dick and added: “Neither of us can really cheat.”
“That works.” she half-whispered, breathing heavily. Her pupils flickered with desire and suffering and a little fear and something older, something… brutal.
She crept towards me on all fours, and I sat back at an angle, my head and shoulders hard against the white-lacquered brick wall and my legs sort of awkwardly sprawled almost over the edge of the bed. I would love to tell you what I was thinking at this point, but I was past thinking, in that place you go where the entire universe shrinks down to you and the person in front of you and if you could think you’d just think you never wanted to feel anything but this. She put one hand on the wall by my head, using the other to steady herself on my torso, and slid onto me, settling her weight onto my legs and hips. She felt so… tight, like her so very full bladder was jammed against my cock, which it probably actually was. She pushed off of my ribs, and lifted herself a little upwards, then slid gently down again. “If I piss on my bed”, she rasped into my ear, “you are buying me a new comforter”.
I tried not to finish, Lord I tried, but my dick was buzzing like a good marijuana body high and I swear I was starting to feel it in my toes. After a few dozen thrusts, I came like my soul was trying to fight its way out of my body, like it was assaulting my last line of defense between my balls and the tip of my cock. “You win” I coughed, “oh my God you win Jesus fuck”.
She sagged for a moment, then lifted herself off of me totally, her whole body trembling. She sat back on her heel, then grabbed herself with both hands, one rubbing around her lips while the other pressed down directly on her urethral opening. “I can hold it.” she said. “I can hold it I can hold it I can hold it.”
Getting down from the bed presented a dilemma- she could take her hands away from her crotch, and try to make her climb down as gentle as possible, or she could slide off the bed with one hand and jolt down onto the grey-carpeted floor. She opted for the jolt, and immediately regretted it. “Fuck!”, she swore and bent halfway, her bare ass waggling at me as she fought for control. “Where’d you put my panties? Never mind. Just throw me my jeans.” She bent down again, this time to grab her blouse off the floor and slide it over her head.
Watching her put on those skinny jeans while she had to pee that badly had this masochistic beauty to it, like watching the hero die in a gritty war movie or an extreme triathlete drag their wrecked body over the finish line. It was human tragedy in miniature, is what I mean. She got the zipper halfway up, then breathed out heavily and went for the button, dancing around to compensate for her missing hands all the while.
“Can I watch?” I ventured, one last shot in the dark.
“You want to explain to everybody else why you’re in the women’s bathroom?” she said, looking slightly offput.
“Never mind, do your thing.” I said.
She hurried out the door. I can’t say I didn’t harbor any last-minute fantasies of occupied stalls or an inconvenient janitorial visit, but I figured I had already burned through my good luck budget for the next five years. She returned within a few minutes, looking tremendously relieved. “I feel like I could fly.” she said.
“Me too.” I said, sliding off the bed.
“Idiot.” she said, and kissed me. |
Dear fellow Omo enthusiasts,
this is my first story posted in this subforum. I’ve only written a few in my native language (which is German), but this was more than ten years ago. So basically it’s a first. I’d love you to read it and give me some constructive feedback – regarding the story itself or my use of the English language. As I said I’m not a native speaker even though I consider my English half decent. Still, if you see any significant mistakes in Grammar or word choice, feel free to tell me – I’m eager to learn.
Of course I’d also be happy to receive feedback regarding the story and my writing in general. It’s a rather long one with a lot of “backstory”. Do you like it? Does the story move you somehow, does it turn you on? Please be open and constructive. Thanks! 😀
The Drying Room
Amalia was a coworker-turned-friend. We were part of a group of like minded colleagues that regularly met for after-work drinks. On one of those occasions Amalia and I had talked about our upcoming holiday plans. We realized we both had the same preferences – hiking in the outdoors, backcountry camping, no luxuries – and each of us was looking for a traveling partner since we were both single at that time. So it was obvious we might as well spent our next trip together.
Amalia had that special kind of femininity. Standing almost six feet tall and slim, even though with some minor love handles around her hip, she was a bit of a tomboy. She had incredibly long legs and wore pants or shorts most of the time – you’d rarely see her in a skirt or dress. Her facial features, framed in light brown hair often tied into a ponytail, were sharp and chiseled. The nails of her slender fingers were always short and never painted because she was a rock climber. She was an adventurer, being in her mid-thirties she had traveled half of the world already. Appearing a little aloof if you just met her, she was warm and affectionate once you knew her better. I liked her a lot. Actually I have to admit I had fallen for her a little bit. I’m not sure whether she had noticed.
So we went to Chilean Patagonia and explored the outdoors, it was terrific. Two weeks into our trip we were taking a day off. We were sitting in the lounge of our hostel all day, writing picture postcards and surfing the internet while it was raining outside. And we were happy to finally find some time to do the laundry – we’d have fresh and clean clothes for the last week of our trip, yay!
We had been lucky and had gotten the latest time slot at the washing machine. So at around ten o’clock, just before night rest, we fetched our wet laundry from the machine and went down to the drying room in the basement. It was just a small chamber with a laundry rack. Some cleaning supplies were stored in a shelf, other than that the room was windowless and empty. A bare light bulb was dangling from the ceiling.
After we had both entered the room and had just started to put our clothes on the rack, the heavy door thunked shut with a loud, discomforting noise. We looked at each other, startled.
Amalia went to the door. “Damn, it’s shut”, she said. “I can’t open it!”
I went to help her, convinced that she just lacked the strength. But I couldn’t open it either. I pushed and pulled with increasing power, but it wouldn’t budge. It seemed as if something had gotten jammed or maybe the latch had broken somehow. I threw myself against the door with all my weight, but it just wouldn’t move.
Amalia started to look worried. “What can we do?” she asked.
“Probably just wait if someone else comes along and finds us?” I answered. “Of course we can try and call for help, but I doubt that anyone will hear it upstairs.”
“Let’s at least try!” she said and so we yelled as loud as we could for a minute or two. She spoke a little Spanish, but even that didn’t seem to do the trick. “¡Socorro!” - we waited for five minutes, hoping for help to arrive, but nothing happened. And our cell phones were upstairs, in our room. We probably wouldn’t have had a signal anyway.
“Let’s see it this way.” I said, “it’s warm in here” – I pointed to the heat pipes at the ceiling, those being the reason why this was the designated drying room – “and if no one finds us tonight, someone will tomorrow in the morning. And our clothes will work as a mattress for the night!”
Amalia nodded. “That’s fine.” she answered, “There’s just one thing we lack in here, toothbrush aside. We don’t have a toilet.”
“That’s true” I said, “That’s not part of the drying room amenities. Why, do you need to go?” I felt myself getting nervous in a pleasant way, but naturally I didn’t want to show it too much.
“To be honest I do!” she said, “Actually I have to go for a while now, but then I thought I could wait until after we’ve hung up our laundry. Of course I assumed it was just a matter of ten minutes.” She paused for a second. “But I’m a big girl, I can hold it in.”
Time passed and nothing happened. Since we had been the last ones to do laundry that day, it was unlikely that anyone else would want to use the drying room. And since most other guests had already gone to bed and the lone staff member for the night probably sat in front of the TV, we were on our own in the basement. We tried to make the best of the situation and chatted for a while – after all, we could have had worse company while being locked in. I grabbed a plastic bucket from the shelf, put it upside down on the floor and sat on it, Amalia found a small wooden crate and made herself comfortable. We talked about past trips and adventures and we had fun. This would just be another one of those memories in the future.
For almost an hour, Amalia didn’t mention her need to use the toilet again. But at around eleven o’clock, she suddenly grimaced and moved uncomfortably. “I’m afraid I really need to pee now.” she said and looked distraught.
I felt for her, but at the same time the situation turned me on. I tried hard to keep my composure.
“I’m really sorry.”, I answered, and added – half joking, half serious – “If it’s that urgent, I could lend you my bucket.”
She looked at the bucket I was sitting on and seemed to weigh the options. “Nah”, she finally said, “I can hold it a little longer!”
But it seemed like we were stuck there for the night, our chances of being rescued before dawn were minimal. While we continued talking, Amalia’s desperation was getting more and more apparent. She was sitting there in her dark blue shorts, her gorgeous legs crossed, getting increasingly fidgety. At one point she clenched her thighs tightly and crammed one hand between them – for a second she seemed oblivious to the fact that it didn’t look very ladylike, but then she quickly relaxed and tried to play it cool. I told some kind of innocent joke to ease the situation – she smiled politely, but you could see she was in pain.
At quarter to midnight she bent over for a second and moaned. “Don’t you think we could call for help again?”
“Sure, we can try. Though I doubt it’ll wake anyone.”
We yelled and tried to get someone’s attention – but Amalia’s voice had gotten rather quiet by now. It was obvious she needed most of her physical strength to keep control of her bladder muscles. I was beginning to worry for her.
Just two minutes later, after we couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the door, she suddenly stood up, looking agonized. “I’m sorry, but I’m about to burst.” she said, blushing. “Would you please give me that bucket and look the other way? Because if you don’t, I’ll piss myself in less than a minute!”
Before she had even finished that last sentence, I felt myself get hard. Which, I feared, she might notice if I got up now. So for a moment I just looked at her, not knowing what to do. She had already unbuttoned her shorts and was starting to pull them down. I could see she was wearing pink bikini briefs.
“Pleeeease, I’m dead serious. I just can’t hold it any longer!” She almost cried.
I realized it was a real emergency and staying put on that bucket would have gotten me into more trouble than being caught with an unwanted erection. So I jumped up, handed her the bucket and turned around.
Only a second or two had elapsed before I heard a distinct whizz, then the drumming noise of her urine hitting the bottom of the bucket. At first I stared at the laundry rack, then I closed my eyes. I was trying to be a nice guy, but my imagination was running wild. My dick was prickling and I could feel a drop of precum emerge.
The constant sound of her hard stream subsided and was replaced by a staccato of spurts and trickles. Whenever I thought she was finished, I could hear yet another jet splash into the bucket. Her bladder must’ve been full to the brim. After what seemed like an eternity, there was silence.
She regained her voice: “Do you have a tissue with you?”
“I’m afraid not!”
For a moment she was quiet and seemed to gauge if not wiping was an option, but decided against it.
“Would you hand me my towel then? And don’t look please!”
I picked up her freshly laundered towel, which had already dried on the rack during the two hours we’d been in this room, and blindly handed it to her.
Two minutes later she told me that she was done. I opened my eyes and she was dressed again. At first I couldn’t see the bucket, but then I noticed she had hidden it on the shelf behind a large pack of detergent. The towel lay in one corner of the room, neatly rolled up.
“Okay, I’m fine now.” She sounded a little sheepish and you could tell she wasn’t fine. She was abashed. I felt for her and cautiously hugged her – luckily, my erection had waned. “I’m sorry Amalia, our day shouldn’t end like this, down here in the basement!”
With her body so close to mine I realized how wonderful she smelled. She never used any perfume – at least I never noticed any on her – and her body odor was natural and a little musky, in a good and sexy way.
She let me hold her for just a few seconds, then she broke the hug and tried to gather her confident self. “No use waiting and hoping any longer. So let’s build our makeshift beds and go to sleep.”
At that point my own bladder was starting to attract my attention. The urge was tolerable, but I realized I probably wouldn’t make it through the night. Also I somehow wanted to get a hold of that bucket.
“How about you prepare our camp while it’s my turn to use the bathroom?” I said, approached the shelf and reached for the bucket.
She looked embarrassed. “Do you really have to?” she asked. It was obvious she didn’t want me to pee into the same bucket that she had just used.
“Well, what can I do? I need to go too!”
At first I thought she’d argue some more, but then she seemed to realize she couldn’t refuse me the relief that had just been permitted to her. So she gave up and turned around, starting to make our beds.
I removed the bucket from the shelf and peeked into it. It was filled with an impressive amount of liquid, straw yellow in color, and I noticed that lightly salty smell of fresh urine emerge from it. I touched the bottom of the bucket with one hand and through the plastic I could feel the warmth that had come from Amalia’s body. I wanted to cherish this moment as long as possible, but on the other hand I didn’t want to make her suspicious. So I whipped out my dick, half erect, and with a little bit of extra effort I managed to empty my bladder. The amount was laughable compared to what Amalia had produced, but seeing my pee join hers in the bucket almost felt… romantic? After having finished I put the bucket back on the shelf.
Meanwhile, Amalia had arranged our clothes on the floor so that we had a soft layer to bed down on. Also she had changed for the night. She had donned gray pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt that she had found in her laundry. I also noticed that she wore white cotton panties underneath – they peeked out at the waistband. Those were probably warmer than the cute pink ones I’d seen earlier.
We were both very tired, so without talking too much, we turned off the lights and lay down on our improvised bedding. I looked at her and tried to put her at ease: “Hey Amalia, I must say it’s been a wonderful trip so far. And now it seems like the two of us have overcome our first unexpected adventure too.” Despite the darkness I could see she was smiling. “Don’t get excited just yet!” she said, “Let’s wait if someone even finds us tomorrow.” I laughed, we said goodnight and despite the inconvenience of having just a thin layer of t-shirts between my back and the hard stone floor, I fell asleep quickly.
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I woke up from a dream, one of those you can’t remember. It felt like it was still in the middle of the night – even though I couldn’t really tell due to the lack of windows. Some artificial light from the basement crawled in from under the stuck door. I heard Amalia breathe steadily, she was a sound sleeper. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the dimness and suddenly something in the nearest corner of the room caught my attention. It was Amalia’s towel, the one she had used to wipe herself with. It hadn’t been moved since she put it there, she had likely forgotten about it.
My mind started spinning. Where I was positioned I could probably reach the towel without getting up. I listened carefully once again – she was definitely asleep. This was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I leaned out from my makeshift mattress and stretched my arm so that I could just touch the towel with my fingers. Cautiously I pulled it towards me, grabbed it and held it tight like a treasure while I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Would this thing still have a damp spot? Would I be able to catch a whiff of her scent? Or had it already dried up and all hints of Amalia’s pee had been spoilt?
Carefully I unfolded the towel and noticed that something had been put inside. A small, soft object. I touched it and the fabric felt a little moist, even fairly wet in some places.
Suddenly it struck me! I had just found Amalia’s pink bikini briefs. This explained why I’d seen her wear different panties during the course of the evening. She hadn’t changed into cotton underwear because those were warmer for the night. She had changed because she had only almost made it! She had peed herself – and not just a little, I could tell after a closer inspection. Those panties had been soaked quite a bit! It all made sense now – her awkwardness, the feeling of shame I sensed. And then she had tried to hide the evidence from me.
My heart was racing and my penis was rock hard! I clung to those panties, afraid what might happen once I took them all in. I was about to absorb the wetness of Amalia, the woman I’d fallen for, about to savour her flavor, her fragrance!
Slowly I guided the damp fabric to my nose and I inhaled deeply. The scent entered my olfactory system and I traveled into a dream world. Like a sommelier I smelled Amalia’s musky body odor, I smelled her pussy and I smelled the urine that she had held back for so long, only to lose control in the very last second.
And then… my final conscious perception before drifting off completely was the first squirt of hot semen spreading in my pants…
Afterword:
In case you’re interested: The story and the setting is fictional of course, but Amalia has a real life counterpart. Actually writing this story was a part of me trying to cope with a bad case of “lover’s grief”. I never had any pee/desperation situations with real life Amalia (whose name is different) though, but she broke my heart big time.
Edited October 27, 2020 by JensH2
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The bright sun shone above Cassidy as she pulled into a parking spot. Her new Honda was an 18th birthday present from her parents, and she had treated it well over the year it had been her's. Cassidy locked the car after grabbing her water bottle and stepping out. She was dressed in a salmon athletic top with matching leggings. Taking a sip from her bottle, she headed toward the large grey building that housed her local gym. Cassidy was very conscious of how she looked. Four years of high school could do that to a person. She had been coming to this gym specifically for about a year and a half, and knew every inch of it.
She pulled open the door and was greeted by the scent of disinfectant. It wasn't the best aroma, but it could definitely be worse. Stretching out her leg muscles Cassidy walked to the bathroom. It was a habit of hers to use the restroom before engaging in any physical activity. She had seen too many videos online of women wetting themselves while lifting or doing something of the sort. Cassidy did not want to become the next viral sensation.
Entering the locker room that housed the toilets, Cassidy noticed a big yellow wet floor sign. She peered around the corner to see that the floor of the bathroom was almost totally flooded. A staff member was struggling to try to mop the sopping floor, with little success.
"Sorry, we've had a leak." said the staff person. "A pipe burst".
"Oh! No problem!" Cassidy said cheerfully. She was only slightly concerned as she didn't really have to go anyway. It was more of a precaution than anything. Exiting the locker room, Cassidy headed into the main gym area to begin her work out.
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Alison looked behind her to see a girl dressed in all pink exiting the bathroom biting her lip. It wasn't the first time she had seen someone exiting the flooded bathroom looking concerned. Thinking back, Alison counted three other girls that had been turned away from the bathroom. Alison herself hadn't been inside, but still knew that there was no way that the restrooms would be fit for use until tomorrow at the earliest.
Stepping off of the treadmill she had been using, Alison wiped her brow and took a big drink of water. She was perspiring heavily and was thankful for her choice of gray gym shorts over the leggings that she was originally going to wear. Alison took a quick break, scanning the complex. She pulled a strand of her long brown hair from her eyes as she looked around.
She quickly was able to spot the other three girls she had seen attempt to enter the bathroom earlier. Two of them stood side by side next to a weight rack. One was taller than the other and had blond hair that flowed down her back in waves. She wore grey leggings that complemented her toned lower body. Her top looked to bear the logo of some college Alison had never heard of. It was bright red with a dragon on the back.
The shorter of the two stood next to the tall blond. Her black hair matched the leggings she was wearing. Her hair was shorter, but still longer than Alison's which sat about mid way down her back. The girl's hair was pulled up into a ponytail in an attempt to keep it out of her eyes. As the two girls chatted, Alison couldn't help but notice the tall one shifting around frequently. She glanced back at the locker room before turning around once again.
The third girl took Alison a little longer to find. She was in the corner of the gym using the leg press machine. Her face was facing Alison and she could clearly see the effort the girl was putting into her exercise. The effort had obviously paid off. As the girl stood up Alison could see that she was gorgeous. She had a supermodel body, and her dirty blond hair looked silky smooth. She had a tan complexion, and walked with a rare confidence. Alison could see no signs of desperation from the girl, even though she had been there the longest.
Her rest up, Alison turned back to the treadmill. She turned the machine on and began to run.
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Skyla looked down at her green leggings and forced her thighs to stop shaking. She had just finished up with the leg press and was about to move on, but the moment she stood up she had felt a drop of pee hit her underwear. Skyla had needed to pee for what had felt like forever. She had arrived at the gym almost an hour ago and had needed to go then. She tried not to let the desperation show, but she was having a harder time keeping the worried expression of her face as time went on.
She pulled back her dirty blond hair into a ponytail and took a look at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Skyla's body was her temple. She had been working out for years, and it showed. Her tan skin was damp with sweat, but she still was satisfied with her appearance. An ache from her bladder brought her back to the problem at hand. Skyla didn't have many options; she could continue her workout like nothing was wrong but she didn't know how long she could keep up the facade.
The other option was to leave and go home. Skyla lived about ten miles from the gym, but felt that the drive was worth it. Skyla fought with her indecision before she finally decided on a course of action. She would stay at the gym for now. If things got really bad, she could always go home then. Smiling, Skyla walked down the row of exercise equipment and found her next machine. On the way there she noticed two girls standing by a weight rack. Maybe it was just because she was dealing with her own bodily struggles, but Skyla swore that the taller of the two had to pee also. Shrugging, Skyla sat down determined to hold on for as long as possible.
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Jasmine was in trouble. She didn't know what to do. She desperately needed to pee, and there were no available places to do so. Her friend Angela looked at her sympathetically. Jasmine and Angela had been friends for a while now. They liked to spend time together whether at school, home, or the gym. Jasmine had made Angela well aware of her current predicament. It was not the first time one or both of them had been on the verge of an accident while they were in each other's company. Her grey leggings would do nothing to hide an accident if worse came to worst.
Jasmine felt a leak hit the lining of her panties. She stood up straight as a board, dropping the weight she was holding. It made a metallic clang as it hit the floor, and Jasmine looked around sheepishly. Nobody had seemed to notice. Looking urgently at Angela, Jasmine grabbed her arm and started dragging her away from the rack.
"Where are we going?" asked Angela in alarm.
"We're going to my car and then I'm driving home so I can use the bathroom" came Jasmine's reply.
"That bad huh?" Her concerned friend asked. Jasmine responded with a curt nod, and Angela followed with no further protest. Truth be told, Angla also had to use the restroom, and would not complain about finding relief as soon as possible. The two girls walked briskly to Jasmine's car. there they paused for only a brief moment for Jasmine to pull the keys out of her pocket and unlock the doors.
"Can you drive?" Jasmine asked." I kinda have other things to worry about".
"Of course" said Angela as she hopped in the car. She hadn't realized her friend's need was so dire. She started to wonder if they would make it home in time for Jasmine to end the day with dry pants. Angela quickly put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot into the road. She drove down the street going just over the speed limit before hitting the highway. There she pushed the pedal down farther and began the nad dash toward home. After about ten minutes of silent travel, Jasmine let out a small gasp from the passenger's seat. She had leaked again. A small stain about the size of a grape had appeared on her leggings. It was now or never. She was on the verge of a full scale accident.
"Pull over!" She shouted.
"What?" came Angela's confused reply.
"Pull over I'm about to pee myself!" Jasmine shouted. Quickly, Anglea looked for a secluded area to pull over. They had just gotten off the highway and were rapidly approaching residential area. Scanning her surroundings Angela found a promising spot. she leaned into a sharp right turn and pulled into an empty parking lot. An abandoned shopping mall sat on the far side of the lot, its windows dark. Jasmine held on for dear life. She felt her bladder loosen and knew it was almost the end.
The car hit a bump and she began to lose it. A small trickle of pee began spilling out of her overfilled bladder. The car stopped a moment later. Jasmine fumbled with the door handle, her pants slowly getting wetter. She finally wrenched open the door and nearly threw herself from the car. Angekla could see a dark stain forming on the rear of Jasmine’s pants as she stumbled out of the car. Now peeing full force Jasmine attempted to pull her pants down as fast as possible. After a few perilous seconds, she managed to get undressed. Squatting low to the pavement she emptied the remaining contents of her bladder onto the pavement below.
As her stream finally died down Jasmine looked around to survey the damage. A large puddle had formed under her feet, and the edges of her shoes were damp with pee. Blushing she stood up. As she pulled up her pants she grimaced. She had not been spared by the pit stop. She could feel that her ass was almost completely soaked, and there were streaks a few inches long traveling down the inside of her thighs. It would be clear to anyone that she had had an accident. Jasmine groaned it wasn't the first time, adn probably wouldn't be the last.
Meanwhile in the car Angela was squirming in her seat. she had not meant to look, but watching Jasmine was like a car accident, you just couldn't look. away. It had done her bladder no favors however. her need had increased tenfold from watching Jasmine, and she was now on the verge of an accident herself. Jasmine climbed back into the car.
"You okay Angie?"
"Not really. Let's just say you might not be the only one to pee yourself today".
They continued their drive insilence. The girls were only a block away from Jasmine's house when disaster struck. They hit a red light. Angela's hands shot to the crotch of her black leggings as she shifted back and forth. Her bladder yearned for relief and Angela was half willing to give it. Why not? she thought. It's not like Jasmine could judge me for it. This moment's indecision was enough to send Angela over the edge and she felt the flood gates open. She squealed as she started to pee.
The crotch of her leggings grew warm in an instant. She was frozen in place as she helplessly peed into her underwear. She felt the warm liquid begint to travel down in the seat, pooling around her rear. Two streams began to fall off of the seat onto the floor of the car. An audible hiss filled the air as Angela emptied her bursting bladder. She felt drained, both mentaly and physically. She sat at the light for a few seconds longer before Jasmine told her it was green. The girls slowly pulled into Jasmine's driveway.
"I'm sorry about making a mess in your car" Angela said quietly.
"Don't worry about it. If it wasn't for you I would have done the same."
The two girls smiled and looked at each other before heading inside to get cleaned up and changed.
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Back at the gym, Cassidy and Skyla were both in similar situations. Skyla has reached her breaking point and if it wasn’t for her stubbornness she would have left already. She had been telling herself that she could wait until she was done with her workout to go. This montra was coming closer and closer to being false every minute. She could see her bulging bladder through the waistband of her green leggings. Her desperation was reaching a limit, and her bladder would empty itself soon, whether Skyla wanted it to or not.
Across the gym, unaware of Skyla’s predicament, Cassidy was facing the same problem. Her need to pee had also grown exponentially. She had thrown herself into her workout In an attempt to put the need out of her mind.
Although this approach had worked for a while, it was not as effective anymore. Cassidy felt as if she were about to explode. She had already emptied her water bottle earlier without thinking of the consequences. Now she was paying the price.
Just a little more she thought. After this set I’ll go home and use the bathroom. Having made a mental pact with herself, Cassidy felt much better. She would just finish this set, and then she would be free. Turning back to the leg press machine, She got ready to start. With a grunt she heaved the heavy plate upward before letting it fall slowly down. She repeated this action a few more times, each time thinking of how close she was to relive. Cassidy’s bladder was not content to wait however. On one of her final reps, Cassidy strained with the effort of pushing the plate up and felt her hold falter.
She was in no position to prevent the upcoming accident. Cassidy was forced to stay still as a long jet of pee shot into her salmon colored leggings. Cassidy gasped and let the plate drop. She quickly shot up and inspected the damage. She was horrified to see a small wet spot on her pants. The strange part was that she didn’t feel as desperate anymore. She considered her options and decided that since she only had one rep left in the set she would finish it up and then go home. This would prove to be her fatal mistake.
As Cassidy pushed the plat up once more, her bladder gave up for good. Under the strain of the exercise, Cassidy was unable to contrail her body. Warm pee shot into her pants as she began to wet herself. She was frozen in place. As she watched her leggings turn a dark shade as urine splashed against her legs. In her elevated position, the pee slid down her ass, pouring in rivers off her body onto the ground. The seat of the machine was soaked, and the floor was forming a puddle. Acting mostly on instinct. Cassidy shot to her feet still peeing, and sprinted as fast as she could in the direction of the door, Tears clouded her vision as she ran out into the parking lot. She could still feel the excess pee running down the inside of her thighs. Without a second’s hesitation, Cassidy hopped in the driver's seat and speed off towards her house. Her worst dream had been realized. She vowed that there was no way she would ever go back to that gym as long as she lived.
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Skyla stares In horror at Cassidy’s back as she sprinted out of the gym. She had just seen a grown woman wet her pants. She was astonished, and with several patrons, stood staring in the vague direction of the accident. Skyla suddenly realized that she should take this incident as a warning. She could end up just like that if she wasn’t careful. Quickly, Skyla grabbed her bag and headed to the door. She grabbed the handle and left. Breathing a sigh of relief, Skyla looked around for her car.
Suddenly, she realized that she didn’t drive to the gym. She had taken the bus. Groaning, Skyla raced around the corner to the bus stop. She was just in time to see the bus pull into the street and drive away. She ran to the stop and looked at the sign. It said the buses are 30 minutes apart. This news was nearly too much for Skyla. She felt her bladder spasm and her hands shot in between her legs in an attempt to stop any potential leaks. Skyla composed herself and sat down on a bench next to the bus stop. She was okay, she thought. I can wait 30 minutes. I’ll be fine.
Fifteen minutes had passed and Skyla was certainly not fine. She was bouncing up and down constantly. Her hands were permanently lodged in between her thighs. She was minutes maybe seconds away from an accident. After another five minutes of waiting the inevitable came to pass. It started with a small leak. A second long stream of pee turned into something more. Every ten seconds more urine flooded Skyla’s leggings. Eventually Skyla gave in. She leaned her head back and let go. Warm liquid rushed into her green leggings. She stood up and felt the pee run down the inside of her thighs. It wound around her legs hitting the back of her calves before pooling on the ground. Skyla let out a moan of relief and let the warm sensation take her away.
When Skyla finally stopped peeing, the entirety of her legs were soaked. She looked down to see that most of her olive green leggings had turned a few shades darker. It was the first time Skyla had ever wet herself. She felt strange. She was both shameful and relieved at the same time. Before Skyla had a chance to really dive into her feelings she saw the bus pull around the corner. She grimaced as she thought of all the people that would bear witness to her accident. Quickly she darted to the back and sat down hoping that she had remained unseen. Skyla settled back into her seat and waited until the bus began to move. It felt like no time before the bus had reached her stop. Gingerly, she stood before walking briskly off the vehicle. She walked for about another block before coming to her house. She let herself in with the key in her bag. And went straight to the bathroom. She definitely needed a shower, and then a nap. She had had a long day
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Alison had now seen all of the girls leave the building with various stages of dry pants. She could only imagine what had happened outside. She assumed that there had been more than a few accidents. It was now her time to go home. She packed up her bag, said goodbye to the staff, and left. Alison hopped into her card and drove home.
On the way there she felt a familiar sensation in her lower body. She smiled. Ever since Alison was in high school, she had loved the feel of wetting her pants. There was nothing like the warmth of the pee running down her legs. It was one of her favorite activities. Seeing three desperate girls and even one accident. It was almost more than she could take. As soon as she pulled into her driveway, Alison jumped out of her car. She nearly ran into the house in her excitement. She sprinted upstairs and dove onto her bed. Sitting up on her knees Alison began to release.
The pee poured out of her bladder, quickly soaking the crotch of her grey shorts. A stain formed in no time at all and soon a stream was pouring onto her bed. Her thighs were soaked as rivers of warmth ran down her legs coalescing in a single puddle on her bed located directly under her legs. Alison was In ecstasy. She felt incredible. After her stream died down she collapsed onto her mattress. After taking a few minutes to cool off, she got up and took off her soiled clothes. Moving into the laundry room, she dropped them into a hamper. After taking a hot shower, she collapsed back onto the bed and was instantly on the verge of sleep. She couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow. |
Today, I tried writing omo fanfiction for the first time. It was an interesting experience. I'd like some feedback on what I can do better, since I definitely could have done better. I may do more pokemon omo stories and improve along the way. If I do, some of them may focus on messing, hence the tag.
Sabrina prepared herself as the next challenger entered the gym. She had just endured five hours of battling with trainers, and she was thinking about closing the gym earlier than usual. Although, fighting weakling after weakling nearly all sporting barely-trained pokemon was getting a lot too familiar with her. Not to mention, she had a slight urge to pee. It mattered not at the moment. Sabrina could easily hold for an hour or two. Besides, at least she was getting some money out of it, albeit not much. She placed her pokeballs onto a healing counter-the three weeks she had it were much more convenient for her. She silently thanked the Nurse Joy in Saffron City for giving her one. As she waited for her team to be revitalized, she took a look at the challenger.
She recognized the trainer. Leaf was her name. About 20 years old, she was apparently mute. Had a few gym badges under her belt. Sabrina smirked, although slightly. She might finally have an actual challenge for once. She hadn’t had to try since fighting the Champion and that rival of his. As her pokemon were finished healing and the counter played a little jingle, Sabrina walked over to her side of the battlefield.
Leaf seemed to be confident over on her side. She had a Houndoom by her side. It shared the same confidence and enthusiasm as his master. From what Sabrina heard from the other gym leaders, that Houndoom was her ace.
Sabrina took a considerable amount of yen out of her pockets. “I’m betting 5,000 yen. I hope you’re ready.”
Leaf smirked as well, offering 4,000 yen. Both girls got ready to send out their leads. Before that Sabrina started to notice that her need to pee was growing.It was nothing much, and she’d be able to finish this battle and go to the loo in time. However, she came up with an idea to make things more… interesting. She unreadied her pokeballs. Leaf, confused, unreadied her pokeballs as well.
“You know, how about this.” Sabrina proposed. “I’ll raise my bet to 9,000 yen. However, if I win, you have to stay in this gym for an extra five minutes.”
The opposing trainer thought about for a second, before accepting the offer with a thumbs up. The two trainers threw their pokeballs, and the battle started.
The battle started out smoothly for Sabrina. Her newest team had proven useful against the many newbies and slightly competent trainers she fought, and they still showed useful now. Her Mr. Rime from the Galar region produced excellent, long lasting barriers at the start that would give her pokemon added defense throughout the battle. Her Gallade made short work of Leaf’s houndoom. None of Leaf’s other pokemon were able to take the initiative, either. It didn’t take long for both trainers to realize who was going to win.
Halfway through the battle, Sabrina called a quick time out. Leaf nodded, and scrambled through her three remaining pokemon, desperately looking for a way to turn the tides of the battle. Sabrina returned her loyal Gothitelle before sending out her Alakazam. She sent a few psychic messages to her ace pokemon. It gave her a questioned look before shrugging. It held up it’s spoons and closed its eyes, concentrating. Suddenly, Sabrina’s urge to go increased ten-fold. She gasped, releasing a spurt of pee into her panties. She could feel the pee move down her leg inside her red and black suit. Leaf looked back, wondering where the noise came from. She could have sworn that she saw some droplets from Sabrina’s suit.
The battle continued, and things were not looking good for Sabrina. On the one hand, she was getting closer to winning the battle, but she didn’t want to have an accident in front of someone younger than her. Not to mention it wasn’t a good idea to bet so much money. Sabrina could still do this, though. All she had to do was K.O. three pokemon.
Alakazam fell to a sucker punch by Leaf’s Raticate. Unlike Sabrina’s other pokemon, Alakazam could add and remove from the contents of her bladder, so she couldn’t reverse it now. Thankfully, her ability to show as little emotion as possible prevented the opponent from learning of her predicament. Her Gallade finished off Leaf’s Raticate. Two pokemon left.
Sabrina’s bladder issues didn’t get much better. She was slowing letting out spurts, immensely thankful for the dark hue of her suit. She had to admit, though. It was quite a thrill. Not only would Sabrina have to defeat her opponent, but she also had to hurry before she flooded her panties. It excited her. It gave Sabrina a new sense of encouragement while commanding her pokemon to attack.
After five minutes that felt like forever, Sabrina finally won the battle. Sabrina collected her earnings from Leaf. Leaf started to walk towards the exit.
“Hold it right there! You remember our little deal, right?” Sabrina reminded the trainer.
Annoyed, Leaf stayed inside the building. By now, she could easily notice a small puddle where Sabrina was standing. She decided not to point it out.
Sabrina quickly healed her pokemon. She sent out Alakazam as soon as her team was fully healed. Her psychic type quickly figured out what to do, and it transferred the pee from Sabrina’s bladder to Leaf’s bladder. Leaf suddenly flooded her panties. A large stream of pee shot from every direction. Her panties and dress were completely soaked within seconds. A puddle quickly formed under Leaf’s feet, evidence of her accident.
Leaf quickly ran away, embarrassed and crying. Sabrina laughed for the first time in years. She noticed her Alakazam’s blank stare directed towards her.
“I admit, that was a bit cruel, but quite a-gah!” Sabrina cried as she suddenly experienced the same burst as Leaf had suffered. Her already damp suit became absolutely wet from the waist up. A puddle big enough for a Wishi-Washi to live in formed on the ground. The smell of pee in the room was overwhelming.
“I guess I kinda deserved that...” Sabrina said. She went outside to close the gym before getting ready to clean up the mess.
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Warning! This story contains messing.
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Mina walked through Route 4, ready to battle. The sun was shining, and the grass was thriving. Perfect weather to find some fights. She looked around for potential challengers, but the few people she had encountered only gave her a blank stare. To be fair, an 18-year old wearing an eevee suit was bound to cause some looks. Mina didn’t care about how others looked at her. She still sighed, though. No one seemed to be up for pokemon battling. She really needed the money. She recalled what happened the night before.
Her Eevee had suffered from a rare disease of some sorts that made her unusable in battle. It started after Mina fought a wild Koffing. While it’s evolution focused on taking in smog and cleaning the air, Koffing did the opposite. Eevee was currently in the pokecenter, and apparently healing this disease would cost Mina. 5,000 pounds, to be exact.
As Mina mourned for her Eevee, she took a moment to notice a slight urge to poop. It wasn’t much, and Mina ignored it. With the lack of trainers right now, she could probably release her bowels in some grass or something. She looked around, but there were no trainers in the vast fields. She sighed, thinking of another way to gain cash.
“Man, what else could I do to make money?” she wondered out loud. She walked a bit more before noticing a berry tree. She slowly formed a plan.
“That’s it! Berries! If I find enough berries, I’ll be able to sell them!” Mina exclaimed. She ran up to the tree and started shaking it, throwing caution to the wind. As she tried to extort the berries from their home, a wild pokemon leaped out of it, aiming towards her face.
“Eek!” Mina yelped as she swatted the rodent away. She felt her bowels nearly release due to the shock. Thankfully, not one piece of feces entered her suit. She sighed in relief, knowing that her suit would’ve been a nightmare to clean. As she eyed the pokemon that started to scramble away, she noticed that it was a Skowvet. Those little rascals always lived in trees and ate the fast-growing berries in there. Mina quickly picked up the berries before running away.
After about a minute or two of running, Mina stopped. She silently cursed Skowvets before taking out her berries. She had collected about 10 berries of various types, but one of them stood out to her. It was dark blue and round. Mina had never seen it before. She eyed the berry, examining it. She decided to whip out her Rotom Phonetm and look it up. As she described the berry’s proportions, the Rotom Phone read a page from Wikipedia out loud.
“The Load Berry(or stercus-bacaius) is a round, dark blue berry most commonly found on Routes 4, 5, and Glimwood Tangle. They have little use in battle or in general use, so they only sell for an average of 7 pounds in the Galar region.” The Rotom Phone explained.
Mina sighed. She thought she had found some rare, exquisite berry. She continued to listen to the Rotom Phone.
“ However, it’s taste is quite a delicacy to both pokemon and humans alike.”
This interested Mina. If she couldn’t sell it for much, she might as well have something to eat. She tossed the berry in her mouth. It did taste very much like a delicacy, and the sweet and sourness of the berry mashed together to appeal her taste buds.
The Rotom continued. “When eaten by pokemon, it causes them to move slightly faster. Unfortunately, the effects of this boost are miniscule at best. Meanwhile, when humans eat a load berry, it acts as a quick and fast laxative, usually causing the eater to defecate within 5 to 10 minutes.”
Mia paused. Laxative? The terror showed in her eyes as she realized what she had done. She quickly started to unzip her suit to prepare for the upcoming wave of feces. As she tried to move the zipper down, it got stuck. No matter what she did, Mia couldn’t get the zipper down. As she tried her hardest to unzip her suit, the zipper came off. Mia gasped. Her only option now was to go back home and get some scissors.
She suddenly noticed her surroundings. Unlike the fields of Route 4 that she knew from the back of her hand, she was in a forest she didn’t recognize. She must have gone too far into the route, away from Turfield. Mia panicked. She didn’t want to have an accident. Her suit wouldn’t be able to take it. She tried her best to come up with a plan. As she thought, the load berry started to work it’s magic. Mina could feel her bowels filling up quickly. She let out a few farts.
Mia’s only idea was to run back to her apartment. The problem was, she had no idea where she was. She ran in random directions, hoping to find the fields. After 3 grueling minutes that felt like forever, she finally found the open fields.
“Yes! I might still have a chance!” Mina cried, running as fast as she could. She was getting close! She could do this!
A sudden stomach cramp slowed Mina down. She groaned as she bent over. That was all it took. She started to crap herself. A squishy log slid down into her panties, followed by wet diarrhea. Mina tried her best to stop her bowels, but it was too late. More loads filled her panties, and they started to move into her suit. The poop slid down Mina’s legs. By now, Mina had given up, accepting that she just had pooped herself for the first time in years. By now some of Mia’s suit had become considerably browner. It was ruined now.
Mia started to cry as she started to walk back home. There may have been no one to witness her messing, but walking from here to Turfield would guarantee social interaction. She sulked as she prepared to be humiliated. |
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This story has no messing
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Ever since the effects of pokemon moves were tested on humans, one infamous question was how they affected the bladder. Quite a few tests have been run attempting to discover what moves could cause their test subjects to pee. It appears that ghost and psychic types are most likely to cause this effect. As such, we will try to recreate these effects with research and testing.
All test participants were willing to do the experiment and aware of our project.
Kris rearranged her team using the PC. As she added some ghost and psychic types to her team, Bianca stood behind her nervously.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked nervously. “I mean, it seems kinda mean that we’re going around, using everyone as public test subjects.”
“Relax, Bianca.” Kris reassured her. “I mean, all we’re doing is making someone wet themselves. And most trainers bring extra clothes in case. It’s not that bad, right? Besides, who would actually help us with this project? No participants, no A.”
“Okay…” Bianca replied. She still felt awful about it.
As the duo exited the Nimbasa pokecenter, Kris pointed towards the Route 5 entrance. She explained to Bianca that if they went there, their victim-er, unaware participants would probably be safe from embarrassment. Bianca nodded as she followed her partner.
After traveling Route 5 for a good 10 minutes, Kris stopped Bianca.
“This is where we’ll set up.” she told her. “We should find plenty of people here.” She ushered Bianca into a bush and the two hid. Kris silently thanked Unova for it’s large foliage.
As they waited, Kris owned one of her pokeballs, which contained an Abra. The psychic type sat there, meditating.
“So here’s the plan.” Kris said. “We’ll be testing multiple pokemon moves that may affect the bladder. For example, this Abra here knows the move Psychic, which is said to be able to cause bladder pressure if used to a weaker extent. We’ll write down what happened so we can put it in our report.”
“Sometimes I wish I found a different college.” Bianca sighed. Kris giggled in response.
After a few minutes, a woman walked by. She had a pink skirt, gray leggings and white office shirt. Her long, brown hair was fluttering in the wind. Kris grinned. She had found a target. As she whispered into Abra's ears what she wanted it to do, she heard the brunette gasp. As she looked at the woman, she could see her grasping her area with her hands. Bianca looked away as the deed was done.
The woman showed very obvious signs of desperation. She did her best to shuffle away towards Nimbasa City. Kris took some notes before continuing to watch. The woman shuffled a bit more before stopping completely. She cried out as a stream of pee released from her bladder. Her once pink skirt became dark pink, and her leggings yellow. The woman fell to her knees, crying. It took a few seconds before she started running away. Kris quickly wrote down “Test subject showed signs of rapid desperation before releasing bladder contents.”
“I hope she knows that was the opposite way of Nimbasa City.” Kris commented. She seemed calm after what she witnessed, possibly enjoying it. Bianca was mortified, though.
“That felt awful!” Bianca cried. “That was an innocent person. She didn’t deserve that!”
“It is what it is.” Kris replied. “Like I said, it’s not like anyone’s gonna help us by peeing themselves.” Bianca sighed while nodding in agreement. She still felt horrible.
Kris sent Abra back into her ball, and sent out a new pokemon-Gengar. Kris had used this pokemon before, and he had proven effective in battle. The ghost-type pokemon let out a wide grin. It had likely overheard and figured out what his task would be. As the three waited for the next poor soul to appear, Bianca noticed a tiny urge to pee.
Eventually, two more people came. They wore the same green overalls, pink and white striped shirts, and blonde hair. Kris cringed at the sight. She looked over at Gengar, who jumped out of the bushes.
The twins were shocked as a Gengar suddenly blocked their path. The ghost-type unleashed a Scary Face directed at them. The two women felt a chill sent down their spine as they instantly flooded their overalls. Kris tried her hardest not to cheer for her pokemon, and Bianca just sighed. As the twins released their bladder contents onto the ground, they ran away.
As soon as they were out of sight, Kris pumped her fist. “That was awesome!” she exclaimed. She wrote down some more notes.
Mean Look caused the test subjects to instantly release all bladder contents.
“Hmmm… it seems that this isn’t gonna work out.” Kris said. “I think we should split up. I’ll go down the path ten minutes from here. Take these.” Kris gave Bianca the Abra from earlier, along with a Gothita. “That Gothita should know Thunder Wave, if I’m not mistaken. Try that out. I’ll be back in an hour.” And with that, Kris ran off.
“Why am I doing this?” Bianca asked herself. As she contemplated her life choices, she noticed another trainer minding her business. As Bianca sent out Gothita, she silently apologized in advance.
About an hour later, Bianca noticed Kris returning to the bush with her Gengar following her. Kris had a noticeable wet spot on her shorts, albeit small. Her face was quite flustered. Before Bianca could question what happened, Kris explained.
“This is embarrassing, but… I may have gotten scared by a wild Trubbish…” Kris admitted before pausing awardly. “Er, it doesn’t matter. We probably have enough data now. Let’s go-”
“Aha! You must be the one whose Gengar is terrorizing everyone!” the woman behind them claimed. As Bianca looked behind her, she saw the figure. The tall,slender body along with her black and yellow aesthetic was enough for her to realize that this was Elesa, the gym leader of Nimbasa City.
“Several trainers have reported multiple pokemon wreaking havoc in this route, specifically a Gengar!” Elesa exclaimed, angry that her modeling was rescheduled for something this ridiculous.
As the three stood there, Bianca decided to break the silence.
“I-It was me w-who did it!” Bianca claimed nervously, trying to cover for Kris. As she stood there, she started to jizz herself without realizing it. Pee splattered all over the ground around her. Her dress was soaked and pee was dripping down Bianca’s leg. Kris looked at her in shock as Bianca emptied her bladder.
Elesa stared at Bianca in disgust. “Whatever,” she said nonchalantly. “You’ve had enough punishment.” With that, she walked away. Kris and Bianca could see Elesa whipping out her phone, apparently giving orders to someone.
Kris and Bianca stood there for a good minute. Kris placed her hand on Bianca’s shoulder.
“Bianca, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean all this to happen.” Kris apologized.
“Yeah…” Bianca replied. “It’s ok-”
The two heard a camera snap, following with some bushes shaking. Kris quickly realized what was happening.
“H-Hey!” Kris shouted. “What the heck!” Grabbing Bianca’s hand, Kris ran towards whoever took that picture, her cohort in tow.
As Elesa walked back to her modeling studio, she smirked. That weird girl would stop her annoying ways once she got a taste of her own medicine. |
Halloween party(Halloween Special)
Jadian and Nico were hanging out alone at Jadian’s house before a Halloween Party. It was their school’s big Halloween event hosted every year in the schools gym. It was almost like Homecoming but for Halloween and you could bring a date but one wasn’t really required, but of course Nico had asked Jadian to go with him, and costumes were highly recommended.
Jadian and Nico were sitting on Jadian’s bed listing to music when Nico tapped Jadian on the shoulder “We should start to get ready but before that I got you a gift” Nico said with a smile as he pulled a gift out of his bag and handed it to Jadian. Jadian was surprised as a gift wasn’t expected and he got Nico nothing. “Neeks I didn’t get you anything, you shouldn’t have” Nico replied ”I know but and that's okay but I saw these and thought of you”.
Jadian smiled at Nico and opened his gift. It was Limited Edition Halloween style briefs; one was black and orange striped, one was black with ghost on it, and one was black with Jack-o-letrens on it. ”Suprise!! Since you started liking wearing briefs I thought these would be cute!”Jadian hugged Nico ”I love them, I'm going to wear a pair tonight!”
Nico was glad to hear this and couldn't help but to smile when Jadian opened the pack and pulled down his shorts and boxer briefs. ”Which pair should I wear?” Jadian asked as he looked over at Nico. ”Whichever pair you want” Nico replied and Jadian took out the first pair and slide them on. It was the black and orange striped pair and Nico loved how Jadian looked in them. ”How do I look?” Jadian asked Nico turning to him again. ”Sexy and cute” Nico responded. Jadian smiled and sat on the bed crossing his legs next to Nico and kissed Nico. Nico put his hand on Jadian’s top knee and kissed him back.
After a few minutes Jadian said ”lets get ready” and stood up uncrossing his legs. Nico also stood up and lead Jadian to the bathroom to apply his white face make up. After a while it was done and time for Nico’s green make up. When that was done it was time to get dressed. Jadian couldn't help but to watch and smile as Nico pulled down his shorts exposing his white Calvin Klien briefs. They both pulled on black pants, Jadians were more dress pants while Nico’s we're ripped and worn. Jadain also put on a white dress shirt and cape while Nico put on a ripped and worn suit.
Nico looked over at Jadian and said with a smile ”there is my Dracula” and Jadian looked at Nico and said with a smile ”there is my Frankenstein's Monster”. They smiled at each other then left for the Halloween Party. The drive wasn't long at all and when they got there they went straight to the gym. Immediately they found there friends, some from the basketball and football team and some not.
Jadian was having so much fun he didn't even notice that his bladder was slowly filling up as the night went on. Jadian and Nico were bobbing for apples when Jadian looked up and thought he saw an old friend. He told Nico he will be right back and pushed his way though the crowd to get a better look and he was right. He saw a guy standing there in white gym shorts and a normal t shirt. ”Aiden!” Jadian called and his old friend turned around and saw him ”Jadian!” he said as he ran up and hugged him. ”What you doing here” Jadian asked him with a smile as he pulled away. ”My dad got orders form the military to come back so I thought I might come here and catch up” Aiden responded. ”Well welcome back dude, does this mean you will be going to school here again?” Aidien shook his head ”Unfortunately not, I'm home schooled now”
Nico found Jadian and walked up to him. He saw Jadian taken to someone who looked fimilar but he couldn't place it. ”Hey Jadian there you are, who's this?” ”Hey Nico, the remember that time we went on a school basketball trip and we became friends?” Nico nodded ”well this is Aiden, he was the other not with us” Nico eyes got wide as he remembered and turned to Aiden. “Welcome back!” Nico said as he hugged Aiden who hugged him back also as he too had forgotten Nico and that's when Jadian first noticed his bladder.
”I can see you guys became good friends” Aiden said to Jadian and Nico. Jadian and Nico looked at each other then laughed. ”you could say that” Jadian said ”but shortly after the trip Nico and I became friends and then I realized I wasn't straight and Nico was gay so long story short we are now boyfriends” Aiden’s face lit up ”that is amazing!” he said. That's when a wave of desperation hit Jadian and he had to cross his legs and grab himself. Aiden noticed right away as he was standing in front of Jadian ”looks like someone has to go to the bathroom, better go as you don't want to end up like I did on the bus trip. Jadian looked at him ”like we all did” and he and Nico waved goodbye to Aiden as the made there way to the bathroom.
It took all Jadian had to not hold himself as he and Nico walked to the bathroom. Unfortunately, at this was an after school event only one bathroom was open and their was a line. Jadian immediately crossed his legs and whispered to Nico ”I don't want to ruin these new briefs you gave me but I'm not sure I can make it.” Nico said ”its okay baby, if you can't hold it just go” Jadian knew he had to try and held on but Nico saw Jadian was now holding himself in plain sight and whispered to him ”Jadian please just go, I can see that your in pain” Jadian wanted to hold on but he looked and saw six people were still in front of him and knew he couldn't make it.
Jadian closed his eyes and relaxed. Immediately pee started to flow from his body with a loud hiss as pee soaked his new black and orange briefs and black dress pants and ran down his tan legs making a huge pee puddle at his feet. Nico watched as his boyfriend’s black dress pants started to glister with pee. Jadian peed for what seemed like hours and felt himself get hard but when he finally stopped he quietly started to cry. Nico know now to make Jadian feel better and took a deep breath and relaxed.
Jadian looked confused when he heard a faint hiss and opened his eyes to see his boyfriend peeing. Nico felt as pee soaked his white CK briefs and torn black pants. Jadian watched as pee ran down Nico’s legs form the tears in Nico’s pants and watched as Nico’s pee mixed with his on the gym floor. After a few more minutes Nico was empty and his hiss died down. ”Now you are not the only one”. Jadian smiled and hugged Nico after hearing this. ”But I ruined your gift” he whispered in Nico’s ear while hugging him. Nico smiled and couldn't help but to laugh ”it’s okay”.
After a while they finally finished hugging and decided to leave early. As they were walking to Nico’s car they saw a figure leaning against the building smoking, it was dark so they couldn't make out who it was. When they got closer Jadian recognized the figure, ”Aiden!?”
Aiden looked up ”Oh, hi Jadian and Nico, see that something's don't change” as he said the last part he also laughed and pointed to Jadian’s and Nico’s pants. But Jadian knew Aiden and he could tell something was up. ”You okay, man?” Jadian asked him. Adien shook his head ”No, not really” Jadian went to hug him but he stepped back, ”no, you'll get your pee on me.” Jadian nodded and stepped back. Jadian knew Aiden didn't mean to be harsh but he was still hurt by that.
”Whats wrong, buddy?” Nico asked Aiden. Aiden looked at him and laughed ”life sucks, that's what's wrong. I just got a call from my dad and in a few weeks I'm moving again!” Aiden tried to fight back the tears but he couldn't. Jadian and Nico looked at each other ”it’s okay, Aiden” Thats when Aiden got angry ”IT’S NOT OKAY, ALL I EVER DO IS MOVE I CAN’T KEEP ANY FRIENDS BECAUSE OF THAT AND WHEN I MEET UP WITH OLD FRIENDS AND GET HOPE WE CAN BE FRIENDS AGAIN I’M TOLD I’M MOVING AGAIN” Aiden yelled and started to cry harder.
Jadian and Nico looked at each other again and that's when they heard it. A hiss coming for Aiden’s pants. Aiden saw them looking confused at him and said ”What I had to go and seeing you two in piss soaked pants why not just let it go in my pants” Jadian and Nico shrugged in agreement and laughed as Aiden’s blue Calvin Klein briefs became visible. The three of them stood there laughing as Aiden peed his pants.
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“What are you doing, it’s time to get up!” My mom yells out loudly, making me get up out of bed. I check the time on my phone.
Oh shit. I think to myself. It’s 7:34. The bus comes in six minutes. Classic Monday moment.
I jump up and throw on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and black vans. As I pull up my jeans I realize I have to piss. I squeeze my dick a little and run out to the bathroom. Perhaps it’s fate my younger sister happens to be showering.
I gave up hope on relieving myself at home and ran to the bus as soon as possible. I managed to make it to the stop just as the bus arrived, climbing on after the girl from my grade who also got on at my stop. Coincidentally we happened to be the only seniors on the bus.
I sat down next to some freshman. I wonder if he had any clue the eighteen-year old next to him was on the brink of pudding right there.
Thankfully I happened to be one of the last bus stops of the morning route, meaning my ride to school was quite short. Not thankfully the bus managed to get caught in traffic and show up to school five minutes late. Now I’m stuck running to first period without emptying my bladder, how fun!
I sat down in first period English class right next to Eva. Eva has been my best friend as far back as I can remember but also my crush since the start of high school. I never had to courage to say how I really felt, and usually just had to lie and brush it off as “we’re just friends” whenever someone proposes the idea of us dating.
Nonetheless, she greeted me with a smile as always, her cute dimples glowing. She pushed back her wavy blonde hair and looked to the front of the class. The teacher was droning on about some book we were assigned over the weekend that I totally never read.
After about fifteen minutes I notice Eva jiggling in her seat and crossing her legs. Maybe she had to go too? She crosses her legs again. She’s in a skirt, fishnet leggings and ankle boots. I can’t deny it’s a pretty hot combination, especially for her to be desperate in, but I would enjoy it more if I wasn’t beyond desperate myself.
After a couple minutes of jiggling she leans over to me. “I really have to pee.” She confirms my suspicions.
“Go to the bathroom then.” If I wasn’t desperate myself I would’ve made a waterfall joke but I didn’t want to get myself thinking about waterfalls. Well, too late. I bite my lip and try to forget about it as my bladder makes itself known again. I jiggle my legs a bit but the pain is getting worse and worse.
“You don’t look too comfortable yourself.” Eva nods with a smile.
“N-no I’m good.” I deny it as I get red in the face.
“Nooo, you definitely gotta tinkle.” She insists.
“Hey you been dancing this whole class you definitely got it worse.”
“I can make you have it worse though.” She reaches over and prods my bladder with two fingers. I accidentally groan out land and draw the attention of the class for a few moments before they look away.
“Damn you for that.” I chuckle a bit as I regained my composure. I waited about ninety seconds or so for her to stop paying attention to me before reaching over and tickling her side.
She grabs her crotch with her left hand as she used her right hand to push mine away.
“I think I just leaked a little cause of you.” She said as she tried to reach for me again. This time I ready able to swat her hand away. Here we were, two grown eighteen year olds trying to get each other to pee their pants.
After another ten minutes class finally ended. Me and Eva both stood up from our seats rather quickly, both planning to dash to the restroom. My hopes were dashed when the teacher decided to call me over. Eva jokingly smiled at me as she walked out the room, relishing in the relief she would soon find while I would not.
“I noticed book summary homework wasn’t in the pile mister.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry Mr. A I was busy this weekend. Look I’m sorry but I really have to go to the bathroom can I go real quick and then come back and we can talk about it.”
“No, you can wait. You not turning in homework is starting to become a chronic problem and-“
I could barely pay attention to what he was saying. I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together as subtlety as I could. My bladder demanded to be emptied ASAP.
After a minute or two he finished and said I could go. I ran down the hall, hands in both my jean pockets to subtlety hold myself as I went as fast as I could.
Just to my luck both the boys and girls toilets for this wing of the school were under maintenance. It seemed almost cliche. At least I could take solace in the fact that Eva probably got delayed further on her relief as well.
I had no chance of making it across the school to the other bathroom, but I could run to the nurse’s office and use the bathroom in there.
“Come on come on come on.” I muttered to myself as I rushed to the door of the nurse’s office.
“Honey are you okay?” The nurse asked as I rushed to the bathroom.
“No- I’m sick!” I yelled out as an excuse as I went straight for the bathroom.
“Occupied!” The voice of Eva came from within, her must’ve having the same idea I had before heading for the bathroom.
“No, no!” I grab myself with both hands. The pain is basically unbearable. I hear Eva’s stream hitting the toilet from within. I barely cling on to hope as my bladder pushes outwards with all its might.
Suddenly, a voice comes over the intercom loudly. “Lockdown drill!”
The sudden sound frightened me enough that the seal broke. The school nurse looked on in horror as the front of my jeans starting turning dark blue. Tears filled my eyes as embarrassment mounted...
Suddenly, I appeared in my bed at home.
“What the hell?”
“What are you doing, it’s time to get up!”
I feel a sense of relief. It must’ve been a dream. It had felt so real though...
I look at my phone. The bus comes in five minutes. It’s the same time I got up in my dream. I open my drawer quickly to see the same exact clothes I had in my dream ready...
“What?” I ask myself. I don’t have time to ponder. I get dressed with my pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and rush to the bus. The same girl is standing there in the same clothes. Almost on queue I notice my bladder again.
Then I realized it. I was repeating the day again.
Too be continued...
Edited October 29, 2020 by Bf1fan
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Another commission story, and a big one too! This was one of the most interesting, challenging, and entertaining stories I've ever written. Writing for a blind character like Lilly was one hell of a ride, especially considering a lot of my writing style revolves around visual cues and information, even with dialogue. (I might or might not have walked around my house blindfolded for half a day to get into the right mindset. A few lamps might have fallen over. May their sacrifice not be in vain.)
In the end, though, I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope I did a good job of conveying both Lilly's character and disability. I would love to take on interesting challenges like this in the future. So without further ado, here's the story!
A Day at the Mall
The busy bustle of the city buzzed like background noise as Lilly listened to the steady footsteps of both herself and Hisao, as well as the rhythmic taps of her cane. The two were walking, arms linked, down the busy streets near their apartment. The sound of construction keeping her awake at night and the stench of asphalt, gasoline, and diesel from the construction equipment was finally gone, and Lilly hoped the new mall that had sprung up in that time was worth it. Given that this city was a quick jaunt away from the small town that housed Yamaku Academy, and that a lot of the recent graduates were more comfortable moving close by, it had touted itself as being very friendly for the disabled, which was one of the driving points that helped get construction off the ground
In the end, though, Lilly was just excited to spend the day experiencing the new mall with Hisao.
With a silent tug from Hisao, she turned to the right, and felt the ground shift into a slight incline. She could also hear the electronic whir of automatic doors opening and closing, and while she imagined they weren’t that close, she could feel the cool breeze of the inside air conditioning from where they stood.
“I imagine from the sound of things that we’ve arrived. How’s it look?”
“It’s incredible,” Hisao replied, and Lilly smiled at the cheerfulness of his voice, “When I heard it was going to be a mall focusing on accessibility, I kind of figured it would be a lot like Yamaku, where it’s kind of obvious that everything was designed to be accommodating. But this is really something else.”
Lilly understood the meaning behind Hisao’s words. The mall’s appearance must’ve been impressive. Oftentimes, Hisao pointed out how various things at Yamaku were very clearly designed around the school’s purpose. Here, it must’ve been the opposite, the design of the mall must’ve disguised its focus on accessibility.
The two continued up the ramp and soon Lilly heard the sound of an automatic door opening as the ground beneath her leveled out. A cold rush of air from inside rushed out and Lilly deduced they had reached the entrance. The feel of concrete below shifted to tile and the sound of her cane taps and footsteps changed with the new surface as they entered. The air conditioning was a welcome change from the heat outside.
The bustle of the city outside was replaced with the chatter of mall patrons and the sounds of rustling and crinkling shopping bags. The fresh summer air was replaced with the smell of various foods, likely from different shops scattered around the mall. She could hear the ding of an elevator off to the right, as well as the quiet hum of multiple escalator motors in front of her. She imagined this was the central hub of the mall, at least the first floor, where everything else in the building branched off from.
“There’s a map in the center of the main hall. I’m going to go check it out,” Hisao mentioned.
“I’ll accompany you, then,” Lilly nodded, clinging tighter to Hisao’s arm. She could hear his head rustle beside her. He had likely nodded back. She allowed herself a wordless, teasing smile, and he seemed to notice.
“Sorry, yes, let’s.”
He ushered her forwards and her cane hit what she imagined was the map kiosk, and waited patiently for him to look over the map. Having taken in the sounds of the mall thoroughly enough for her liking, Lilly instead focused her attention on Hisao. She could feel his warmth in stark contrast to the cool air of the mall as he stood next to her. With their closeness, she could both feel and hear his heartbeat. Strong and steady, as if each beat was spitting defiantly at the condition that had landed him at Yamaku.
“Where to first?” He asked after quite some time, “there’s a lot here, so pretty much anything’s on the table.”
“Hmm,” Lilly thought for a moment, “Perhaps a clothing store. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been able to go clothes shopping, and autumn’s just around the corner. I’ll be needing some outfits for the colder weather. You could use some new stuff as well. You might not have noticed, but some of your shirts are starting to fray at the cuffs.”
“Sure thing. Hmm, it looks like they have all the clothing stores in one place. There are even a few brands I know you buy, so we can check those stores out first.”
“Thank you,” Lilly nodded, “Lead the way.”
The clothing stores seemed to be to the left, as Hisao ushered Lilly that way as the two walked. The reverb of the space changed significantly, and Lilly could tell the walls had narrowed. Hisao guided her, giving her subtle tugs as he guided her through the boisterous crowd.
“Excuse me, Sir. Madam,” A masculine voice approached them from the side and Hisao slowed down. Lilly could tell from the clack of their footsteps that he was carrying himself with elegance and precision. Also judging from the slight squeak of their shoes, he must’ve been well-dressed, matching the formality of his voice, “It’s our store’s grand opening! Could I interest you two in some samples of our wines?”
“Certainly,” Lilly smiled without hesitation, but she felt Hisao tense up next to her. Undeterred, she nodded in the general direction of where the salesman’s voice had come from.
“Excellent, right this way.”
She rather forcefully tugged Hisao along and he acquiesced, though he still felt terse and hesitant.
“Lilly, are you sure-”
“Come now, this is the first day off you’ve had in a while between work and both of our university courses. Let’s relax and have a little fun!”
“That’s what you said last time,” Hisao reminded her, “Your 20th? I distinctly recall you saying you were going to swear off alcohol.”
“I just went overboard, is all,” Lilly smiled, “The scotch Akira sent us was quite a bit more potent than wine. And besides, they’re free samples. It’s not like we’re going to be drinking a whole bottle between the two of us.”
The two were ushered into the store and the smell of alcohol immediately struck Lilly’s nose, wine predominantly so. She let Hisao take the lead again and he led her into the store further and stopped.
“Welcome!” a more feminine voice beamed this time, followed by the sound of someone pouring wine into a plastic sample cup, “See anything you-”
She trailed off awkwardly, presumably noticing Lilly’s blindness, “I-I mean, is there anything you would like? What do you typically prefer to drink?”
“Do you have any Chardonnay?” Lilly asked.
“Ah yes, we have this wonderful import from the US. It’s from a vineyard in California that won three wine tasting competitions last year! It’s rich and buttery flavor is balanced by oak notes that really brings the flavor together!”
“Excellent, I’ll try some, thank you!” Lilly beamed.
She heard the sound of the attendant pouring the wine and waited until the sound stopped and the attendant placed the bottle back down before holding her hand out in front of her. The attendant placed the sample gingerly in her hand and didn’t let go until Lilly had a firm grasp on it.
“Thank you very much!” Lilly bowed her head gratefully.
“And you, sir?” the woman’s voice shifted slightly as she talked, likely turning her head to face Hisao next to her.
“Uh, do you have anything sweet?” he asked, sounding out of place. Lilly wondered if the store was rather high-class in decorum, or otherwise whether Hisao’s total lack of knowledge about wine made him feel out of his element.
“Well, if you’re looking for something sweet, I must recommend this wonderful pink moscato. It’s got lovely light fruit notes and a honey sweetness that pairs perfectly with rich, heavy foods! I think this will be right up your alley!”
Pouring, and the sound of another bottle being set down, preceded Hisao nodding and bowing slightly as Lilly felt his body shift to accept the cup, “Thank you.”
She heard him lift the cup to his lips and she did the same. She swirled the sip around in her mouth briefly, savoring the complex flavors of the wine, before swallowing. Beside her, she felt Hisao brace for the taste of the wine, but he immediately seemed to relax.
“Do you like it?” Lilly turned to Hisao expectantly.
“Wow, this is really good!” he exclaimed, and Lilly could hear the smile on his face.
Mine’s also quite lovely! Thank you very much!” Lilly turned her head in what she hoped was the general direction and bowed politely. The two finished their wine samples rather quickly and set off back towards their original destination. As they did so, however, Lilly instantly felt a tingling sensation in her abdomen. A tingling sensation, just the faintest urges of needing to pee, brewed in her bladder. Alcohol always hit her pretty hard in that regard, though she was sure some of it must have been psychosomatic. She hadn’t had that much to drink and there was no way the small amount she did have would take such an immediate effect.
Still, it was only a small urge, easy enough to push to the back of her mind. Especially now that she had a bit of wine in her, she was thoroughly looking forward to a nice day of shopping with her boyfriend.
Speaking of, Hisao continued to guide Lilly along, and soon she felt him slow and a slight tug told her to turn left. The floor beneath Lilly changed, with the clacking tiles giving way to soft, quiet carpet. The sound profile of the room also changed, the bustle of the mall distant but still distinctly present. Her nostrils were also flooded with the unique smell of new clothes.Lilly often found new clothes in a store like this and had a strange mustiness that was distinctly different from regular clean clothes. Not at all unpleasant, but not one of Lilly’s favorite smells. Still, it was a pleasant reminder that she was about to expand her wardrobe.
“Hm,” She gave a soft, quiet hum of pleasure, “Do you think you can help me pick out an outfit?”
“Of course, I mean that’s why we came here, right?” Hisao replied.
“Well, I meant more than just letting me know what the clothes look like and what colors they are,” Lilly smiled, formulating an idea as the first tingles of a slight buzz from the wine took hold, “I want you to help me pick out an outfit that you find attractive on me.”
“W-w-what?”
Lilly laughed. Teasing Hisao had not become any less amusing, or any less easy, in the time they had been dating. If anything, Lilly had only become bolder over time with her teasing, which had rendered any attempts on Hisao’s part to build up a tolerance moot.
“What’s with that reaction? I would think that a girl telling her boyfriend that he can pick out whatever he pleases for her to wear would be a golden opportunity,” Lilly pouted, anticipating Hisao’s audible reaction. Instead she was met with silence. If he was making some sort of face right now, Lilly had no way to know.
“W-well, it’s not that I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Hisao replied finally, amusing Lilly with the hesitation and embarrassment in his voice, “But are you sure, I mean, it’s one thing to say it, but-”
“It’s fine, I trust you,” Lilly smiled, squeezing his arm a little tighter, “Besides, I can’t see what you pick out for me, but I’ll be able to feel if I’m showing too much skin. I do want this to be a practical outfit that I can wear for you on dates, so try to be reasonable.”
Hisao made a sputtering noise, “H-hey now, you know I wouldn’t pull something like that!”
“Hmm,” Lilly hummed in acceptance, though she tried to make it sound somewhat sullen, as though she had secretly been hoping for it. When that received no response from Hisao, Lilly leaned in closer, using her place at his side as a guide and whispering in what she hoped was close to his ear, “Well, perhaps I’ll also let you pick out my undergarments for the outfit as well. It’ll be for your eyes only, so I’ll be a little more accepting~”
“Okay, now I know you’re doing it on purpose,” Hisao replied in a pouty tone.
“Doing what?” Lilly feigned innocence.
“Trying to get me all flustered over picking your outfit.”
“Well, is it working?” Lilly smiled. She naturally couldn’t see Hisao’s expression, but his silence was telling enough.
Despite her teasing, Hisao managed to pick Lilly out an outfit she quite liked. According to Hisao, it was a light green cardigan over a white camisole, and a tan pleated skirt that Lilly could feel was a bit more daring than the longer skirts she typically wore. Also, true to her word, she had Hisao usher them into a lingerie store and encouraged him to pick out underwear for her that he liked, a process which thoroughly embarrassed him.
Outside of Hisao’s hand-picked outfit, Lilly had also found some nice additions to her usual attire. A soft, fluffy sweater. A handful of long-sleeve shirts and blouses, some skirts and dresses, and a thin jacket she could take on and off for those days that weren’t quite hot, but weren’t quite cold either. They even stopped at one of the male clothing stores and got some fresh outfits for Hisao. In the end, the two were famished, and Lilly could recall the aromas of the various eateries she had smelled back in the main hall.
“Let’s grab something to eat!” she urged.
“Sure thing, I’m starving!” Hisao agreed.
As the two walked back towards the entrance, where Lilly presumed most of their food options were, she felt another, stronger signal from her bladder. It was far from what she’d call urgent, but it was more than the slight tingle she had felt before. It was also a little more nagging than she had hoped, not something she could ignore as easily as before now.
Maybe I should ask Hisao about the restrooms.
For Lilly, using restrooms she was unfamiliar with was always a bit of an ordeal, and not one she found particularly pleasant. Even when she was with Hanako, or her sister, she’d have to be escorted to one of the stalls, and even after, there was still a matter of locating the toilet proper. Japanese-style squat toilets were absolutely out of the question, and even assuming that wouldn’t be a problem in a very western-style mall as this, using a public restroom was really only something she did out of absolute necessity. Moreover, she’d have it even worse off, since Hisao wasn’t a girl. He wouldn’t even be able to accompany her into the restroom in the first place.
Deciding simply to hold it until they returned to their apartment proper, Lilly pushed back the nagging feeling of her filling bladder to the back of her mind and focused on the enjoyable sounds and smells, as well as the feeling of Hisao walking next to her, arm linked with hers. The remaining buzz from the alcohol also helped in easing her worries.
The two settled on a fast food joint and soon the two were digging away happily at a surprisingly comfortable table set up in the food court. Lilly allowed herself to indulge a bit with a nice burger, and Hisao opted for a grilled fish sandwich. The two sat across from each other, munching away in comfortable silence as Lilly listened to the sounds of the people around them. There was a mother trying to get an unruly child to behave off in the distant right, chastising them for sloppy eating. To her left, there were a group of friends gossiping about an upcoming wedding.
Feeling thirsty, Lilly reached for her drink and she felt another nag from her bladder. She pressed her thighs together and the urge passed. She was fine for now. She had about an hour, maybe an hour and a half, before the situation got bad. The Catholic school she had attended before Yamaku was strict, and had rules against using the bathrooms during lectures. Times between classes were tight, often not enough time for a normal student to go, let alone one who had to navigate the halls blind. While there, Lilly had grown quite accustomed to holding it. She remembered a few close calls where she was forced to endure the drive home, sitting in the passenger seat of Akira’s car and squirming with her hands jammed between her legs, barely managing to stay dry until they got home. Compared to that, this was nothing, and she outright refused to cut her date with Hisao short, or trouble him with the knowledge of her filling bladder.
Instead, she thought to strike up a conversation with Hisao. She didn’t mind the comfortable silence they often fell into, but right now she wanted to get her mind off her bladder as much as possible.
“Oh, did I tell you Hanako called me last night?”
“She did?” Hisao asked, voice muffled with food.
“Yes,” Lilly nodded, “She’s doing well. Her and Naomi are still getting along, though she did sound irritated at Naomi’s tendency to invite her boyfriends over without warning her first.”
“Boy...friends?” Hisao asked, equal parts curious and hesitant.
Lilly smiled, wishing she could see what kind of expression he was wearing, “She apparently has dated quite a few of them, though not at the same time. Hanako mentioned her relationships don’t tend to last very long. Naomi doesn’t seem to mind all that much, though.”
Hisao let out what sounded like a worried sigh, “Well, I just hope Hanako doesn’t get roped into anything.”
“Oh my, are you implying-”
“N-no! I didn’t mean- I just meant, I hope Naomi’s habits don’t rub off on her,” Hisao corrected, “Well, let her know that if it gets too much for her, she can always come live with us. Your sister really went overboard picking out a place for us.”
“I did, but I really think Hanako is trying to be independent of us, which I for one am very happy to see, even if I do sometimes miss how close we used to be,” Lilly smiled in realization and placed her hand on her cheek, “My, I’m really sounding like her mother, aren’t I?”
Hisao laughed, “I think, once we started dating, or maybe even before that, we really did kind of feel like Hanako’s parents, in a way.”
Lilly smiled and reminisced about their time at Yamaku, and the two finished their lunch. Hisao took their trays and threw out the trash, and once he returned, he stepped over to Lilly.
“Let’s get going!”
Lilly nodded silently and held her hand out, and Hisao met it with his. She helped her up, but as she stood, she felt a wave of protest from her bladder. It was definitely full. Her hesitation must’ve shown on her face, because Hisao stopped.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine, don’t worry,” Lilly reassured him. She figured he wouldn’t buy it. After all, he had said those same words countless times to her, and they never once put her mind at ease. Still, it really was nothing for him to worry about. She just had to pee a little. She’d hold it until they got back home, and everything would be fine.
“Alright. Do you have anything else you want to get before we walk around?”
“Not particularly,” Lilly replied, though in the back of her mind she had a nagging feeling she was forgetting something important.
Pushing that to the back of her mind, Lilly hooked her arm around Hisao and pulled out her retractable cane, signalling she was ready to go. Sitting down had been a nice reprieve, but now that she was standing and walking again, her discomfort was more noticeable. Not wanting to give her situation away to Hisao, she simply steeled herself and tuned in to the sounds around her. The hum of an elevator could be heard, and she did recall hearing it to the right when they first came in. Seeing as they had already gone left for the clothing, she imagined Hisao was now leading her down the right path. Rather than the smell of new clothes, this side of the store was dominated with sweet, fruity scents.
“There really isn’t much here,” Hisao mentioned, “There’s some candle shops, a couple of stores selling bathing products and stuff, and a few stores full of kitchen supplies. You interested in checking any of them out?”
“Not particularly,” Lilly shook her head. She had plenty of shampoo and bodywash at home, and the thought of navigating such a strongly-scented store with her heightened senses was not appealing. The last thing she needed was to have a coughing fit when her bladder was full.
“Okay, I’ll turn around then- oh wait,” Hisao apparently spotted something, “There’s a bookstore further down, mind if I check it out?”
“Sure, go ahead,” Lilly smiled, “Besides, considering the mall’s focus on accessibility, they might even have a braille section.”
Hisao ushered Lilly down the hall, weaving through the crowds with renewed vigor. Lilly wanted to smile at his enthusiasm, but the increased pace was doing no favors. Each quick step was a jolt to her full bladder, and she didn’t have as much time between steps to recover fully. Her urge mounted, and by the time they got to the bookstore, she was forced to press her thighs together for a moment to get herself back under control.
She was worried Hisao would notice, but instead he led her into the bookstore. She instantly took in the warm, earthy aroma of old books, mixed with newly minted copies still fresh with the strong scent of ink. The door closed behind them and all the sounds from the outside were sealed off. The store was quiet, the only sounds being the clack of a register as the clerk processed people’s orders, and the sound of patrons flipping through the pages of their potential purchases.
“Oh hey, they do have a braille section,” Hisao noted, likely locating some sort of sign, “It’s right over here.”
He led Lilly to the proper section and she reached out her hand, eventually finding a row of books, arranged with their spines outwards like on a bookshelf. She ran her fingers along them one by one, feeling the titles and smiling.
“They seem to have a large selection,” Lilly couldn’t have hidden the pleased expression on her face even if she wanted to.
“Well, feel free to check it out,” Hisao smiled, “I’m going to have a look around, if you don’t mind?”
“Go ahead, I’ll be here,” Lilly nodded.
She continued to slowly run her hand down the spines of each book, checking the titles one at a time. She actually came to one she recognized, a book series she had heard about and had always wanted to read. Unfortunately, she had never been able to find a braille copy until now.
She instantly flipped it open and eagerly began reading, running her fingers along the tactile bumps that translated into the words of the story. Lilly got caught up in reading it, taking in each page. It was just as good as she had heard, if not better. She’d definitely have to purchase this one.
She continued to check out the books, and found a few others she wanted to buy. Still, she’d feel bad for making Hisao haul around too many books for her, and he would undoubtedly want to purchase some for himself, so she stuck to the one. She tuned back into the sounds around her, listening for Hisao’s footsteps. They weren’t hard to pick out. He was eagerly stepping around the store like a kid in a candy shop.
As she waited, she continued to read, but she kept getting pulled out of the story by her nagging bladder. As interesting as the story was, her urge had grown quite a bit since they entered. Certainly standing up wasn’t helping any, but she had no way of knowing if there were any seats in the store, and even if there were, she’d have no way of locating them.
So, she stood there, waiting as her bladder sent signal after signal of fullness to her brain. She shuffled slightly and fought the urge to bob up and down on her feet. Hisao didn’t give any indication of slowing down either. Every few steps he’d stop, and she could hear the sounds of him flipping through yet another book that caught his interests. She was tempted to call out to him and hurry him along, but she could tell he was loving every minute of this. She didn’t want to pull him out of it.
It’s fine. I can hold it. We couldn’t have spent more than 30 minutes here, so as long as we don’t take too long checking out the rest of the stores, I’ll be okay.
Lilly said that, but her confidence was starting to wane the longer they spent there. She wasn’t sure if it was the soda she drank during lunch or the small glass of wine she had as a free sample, but her urge to pee was growing steadily. She once again turned back to focus on her book, but more and more she found herself having to run her fingers back over lines just to fully take them in. She couldn’t focus on it, and she didn’t want to ruin the reading experience by fumbling her way through the book while needing to pee.
Hurry up, Hisao!
As though he had read her mind, Hisao’s footsteps began approaching her, “Sorry about that, Lilly, I’m done for now, I think. There’s a lot of good stuff here, but I’ve already got a lot to carry back as it is without buying half the books in the store.”
“It’s fine, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Lilly smiled, “I’m also pleased with the braille selection they have here.”
“Good to hear! Let’s pay for our books and go.”
Lilly nodded eagerly, and the two checked out with the cashier and left the store. Thrust immediately back into the cacophony of the mall proper, Lilly once again let Hisao guide them back the way they came.
“That’s pretty much everything on the first floor,” Hisao noted, “I think the second floor’s smaller, but we should check it out before we leave.”
“That’s alright with me,” she replied. In truth, she really wanted to start heading home, but it wouldn’t make much sense for them to leave without at least checking out the whole mall first. Besides, it was her idea to spend the day here. It wasn’t her intention to let Hisao know that she had to pee, so if she asked to go home like she wasn’t enjoying herself, she’d feel twice as bad.
Resolving to hold it for a bit longer, she stayed silent and allowed Hisao to guide them to the elevator. She far preferred elevators to stairs and escalators, for obvious reasons.
Hisao moved forwards, likely to press the button, and a few moments later the door opened and a single chime sounded. They waited as a few passengers stepped out, and Hisao and Lilly entered.
Moving up to the second floor, the doors opened and the two stepped out, once again surrounded by the sounds of hustle and bustle. Much to Lilly’s dismay, though, there was a sound on the second floor that was not present on the first. The constant sound of running water, likely from some kind of decorative fountain, sounded to her left, likely in the center of the second floor where the branching halls all joined. The sound of running water was torture, and immediately her bladder made it’s presence known. For the first time that day, a full-on wave of desperation hit her, and she squeezed her thighs shut as she focused on holding it., The wave passed and Lilly relaxed, but her need was as present as ever, and she didn’t think she’d be able to push the feeling to the back of her mind anymore.
“Let’s see, we should go right first, since we’re already on this side,” Hisao stated.
“Yes, lets,” Lilly couldn’t agree more. Not only would it get her away from the sound of the running water, but it would save her from having to walk past it, at least for now.
There wasn’t much down the right wing of the second floor. A few sweet shops, an odds-and-ends store, a store filled with entirely useless gadgets from tv infomercials, and even a small car display. Lilly didn’t want to think about the logistics of getting a single car up to the second floor of a mall, let alone the three Hisao said there were.
Unfortunately, even though they managed to get through the right side of the second floor rather quickly, the fact that it was smaller was both a blessing and a detriment. Because the floor was smaller, even while going all the way down to the end of the hall, Lilly could still hear the faint trickle of water from the fountain, serving as a constant reminder that she was running low on time. Her bladder sat full in her abdomen, bulging out uncomfortably against the hem of her skirt. She had resorted to discrete holding methods. Squeezing her thighs together as she stood, shuffling her legs slightly as she walked. She wanted to hold herself, but even if her hands weren’t occupied, there was no way she’d actually do such an unlady-like thing in public like this.
Worse still, now that they had made it to the end of the right hallway, it was time to turn back. Lilly tried to hide the discomfort on her face as they started walking closer and closer to the fountain. The sound was torture, and Lilly seriously considered giving in and asking Hisao about the restrooms.
It wouldn’t be so bad. Hisao can escort me to the nearest restroom, and hopefully I can find the stall relatively easily. My cane and hands should help. Hopefully the bathroom won’t have anyone in it.
Lilly considered that, but even as her resolve to hold it waned at the sound of the running water, Lilly still hesitated. Fumbling around an unfamiliar bathroom while clearly desperate was not her idea of a fun time. Worse still if people were there to watch her struggling. Mocking her silently. Pitying her. Lilly considered herself a proper lady, and tried to be independent. Maybe if Hanako had been with her, it’d be a different story, but with Hisao, there was no way she’d live that down.
The two passed by the fountain and Lilly clenched her teeth slightly as the sound worsened her need to pee. Another wave of desperation struck her, and it was by sheer willpower that she managed to stave off any errant leaks without outwardly showing signs of her desperation. Still, the sooner they got out of here, the better.
“Hey, is that Lilly and Hisao I see?”
Hisao stopped, and Lilly turned her head in the general direction of the voice. Even over the sound of the fountain, Lilly could hear a familiar sound. An odd step-thud in a pattern she recognized.
“Oh, hey Miki, and Hayato, was it?” Hisao asked, confirming Lilly’s suspicions.
“Hello Hayato, hello Miura,” Lilly bowed, hopefully in the right direction. Hayato was an old classmate from class 3-2, and was one of the few students in her class that could see, out of one eye at least. He wore an eyepatch over the other from what Lilly recalled, and his distinct footsteps were created by the prosthetic leg replacing the one he had lost from the knee down. Seeing as he still had one fully functional eye, a rare commodity in Class 3-2, Lilly had relied on him quite a bit when performing her class rep duties, and through that the two had become good friends.
Miki Miura, from what she had heard at least, was a tan girl with long hair who was missing her left hand. Lilly hadn’t interacted with her much beyond superficial greetings and small talk, but both Hisao and Hanako had apparently made friends with her during their final trimester at Yamaku.
“I didn’t expect to see you guys here,” Hayato laughed, “You two on a date as well?”
“Yup!” Hisao answered, “We live a few blocks away, so we figured we’d check the mall out.”
“Ah man,” Miki sighed, “You two should’ve said something! We could’ve set up a double-date!”
“We still could,” Lilly suggested. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have agreed to prolong her stay at the mall with her bladder as full as it was, but having Miki there changed things. She could excuse herself to the bathroom and ask Miki to accompany her, and Miki could guide her to the stalls, at least.
“Sorry, no can do,” Hayato replied, “We actually gotta get going, we’ve got dinner reservations, and we gotta stop back off at the apartment to drop off all this stuff first.”
Lilly’s heart sunk upon hearing they couldn’t join them. Not only did she really want to go to the restroom, but she actually genuinely would’ve liked to hang out with the two.
“Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask about that, what’s with the haul?” Hisao asked. Lilly had no way of seeing it, but apparently they were carrying enough bags to make Hisao curious.
“Oh, there’s a cosplay shop back there,” Hayato answered, and Lilly heard the rustle of a shopping bag as he pointed, likely down the hall they hadn’t visited yet, “We’re getting a couple’s cosplay ready.”
“Oh, that sounds interesting,” Lilly smiled, Hayato had always been a huge nerd about that kind of stuff, and either Miki had similar interests or Hayato had managed to rope her into them while they were dating, “What kind of costumes are they?”
“Pirates,” the two replied in unison, and from the sound of it they struck some sort of pirate-y pose, whatever that would entail. Lilly had no response to that, and apparently neither did Hisao.
“What, you don’t think it fits?” Miki asked, “You know, pirates. Eyepatch. Peg leg. Hook?”
“O-oh,” Hisao replied finally, “I… sorry, I just-”
“Hahahahaha,” Hayato laughed, “We’re just messing with ya! It’s a secret! We’ll send you pics when the costumes are done, though!”
“And hey, next time you guys are free, let us know,” Miki added, “We’ll set up a proper double-date and catch up!”
“Sure thing,” Lilly smiled.
The two bid their farewells, and immediately Lilly felt another wave of desperation wash over her. The whole time she’d been standing right next to the fountain, and now that her friends had left, she was back to focusing on her full bladder. She clamped her thighs together and bounced slightly, hoping that Hisao was still recovering from the interaction to notice.
He didn’t seem to, instead letting out a sigh, “Those two have so much energy between the two of them…”
“They can be a bit much, can’t they?” Lilly asked, eager to find a topic to take her mind off of her desperation, “Still, I’m glad they’re happy together!”
“Yeah,” Hisao agreed, “Anyway, let’s check out the rest of the mall and head home. My arms are getting kind of tired.”
Lilly seized the opening, “Actually, I’m pretty tired from all this walking, maybe we should start heading back now.”
“That might be a good idea,” Hisao nodded, “There’s nothing down that way that seems interesting anyway. Just the cosplay shop, a video game store, an arcade, and an antique… oh crap!”
“What?” Lilly asked.
“Hanako’s birthday is coming up,” Hisao noted. Suddenly, realization dawned on Lilly as well. That was the important thing she felt like she was forgetting earlier. One of the reasons she wanted to come to the mall today was so they could pick out gifts for Hanako.
“Glad we remembered before we left, I don’t have another day off until then,” Hisao replied, “Let’s check the antique store first, Hanako does like cute things.”
Lilly steeled herself, gritting her teeth in frustration. She felt bad for forgetting, but even worse was the idea of a prolonged search for a present suitable for her friend. The two entered and an old bell by the door signalled their arrival. The two searched the store slowly, with Lilly gently prodding at things and asking Hisao to describe them. There were definitely some lovely sounding antiques there, but nothing that really fit Hanako.
Worse still, Lilly was finding it harder and harder to focus on the tactile sensations of the objects in her hands. Her urge was at the forefront of her mind, dulling her usually fine senses and filling her mind with nothing but the thought of relief. She wanted nothing more than to rush to the nearest bathroom and seat herself down before finally peeing, but without being familiar with the bathrooms, she knew the display would be far less streamlined and elegant.
It’s fine. It’s only a bit longer. Once we both find presents for Hanako, we can leave. I can hold it until we get home.
Lilly said that to herself, but it was less a confident reassurance and a wish. She hoped she could get through this dry.
“Oh, this looks nice,” Hisao replied.
“What is it?” Lilly asked.
“It’s a glass chess set, with dark blue and frosted white pieces. The bottoms are lined with felt, and it comes with a velvet-lined box to fit the pieces.”
Lilly ran her hands over it, feeling the weighted glass pieces. Some pieces had a smooth surface, and the others were ever-so-slightly gritty, likely from the frosted glass. The bottoms, as mentioned, were in fact lined with soft felt, so that moving each piece would produce a soft thud rather than the harsh clack of glass on glass. The box felt high-quality as well, lined with impossibly smooth velvet with inserts fitted to each piece.
“I think she’ll love it!” Lilly smiled, happy that Hisao at least found his present. However, there was still the matter of hers, and she had no idea where to start. She was secretly jealous that Hisao had managed to find the chess set. If Lilly had found it, she likely would’ve picked it out first. Instead, she was forced to continue to fumble around.
By the time they had gone through everything in the store, Lilly had yet to find a sufficient gift for Hanako. Moreover, her desperation was really starting to become an issue. She was finding it increasingly hard to keep her composure and hide her need from Hisao.
“Let’s move on, I don’t think I’ll be able to find anything here,” Lilly replied.
Hisao nodded and went over to pay for the chess set, and Lilly headed outside, using the memory of where the door was as well as her cane to navigate.
The second the door behind her closes, she discreetly rubbed her abdomen as she crossed her legs slightly. The counter sounded like it was in the back of the store, so with any luck, Hisao couldn’t see her, and Lilly hoped her actions weren’t too obvious to passersby.
This is getting bad. I have to pee. I need to find something for Hanako fast, and then we should leave.
The bell chimed as Hisao emerged with his gift for Hanako, and Lilly turned around, racking her brain, “Do you have any ideas where to go next?”
“Well, uh,” Hisao paused, and Lilly tried not to focus on how urgently she needed to go, “Maybe a computer store? Hanako is pretty into technology.”
Lilly frowned. Hanako might be, but she was not. She wouldn’t have the slightest idea what to look for or where to go. Hisao seemed to notice her expression, and reassured her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you look.”
“Thank you,” Lilly nodded.
She let Hisao link arms with her and guide her further down the hall, and it wasn’t long before they located a computer store. The smell of plastic and something metallic that Lilly couldn’t quite place accosted her nose, and the sounds of the mall behind them were replaced with the soft whir of computer fans and a sharp, high-pitched whine that she found rather unpleasant.
Not having the first clue where to look even if she could, she let Hisao guide her around the store, describing certain peripherals and devices that might have well been explained to her in a foreign language. She was getting more and more irritated, not at Hisao, but at her own body. Her bladder was becoming more and more of an issue, and it was getting increasingly hard to fight the urge to stand still enough not to garner Hisao’s suspicions.
I need to pee. I need to pee. I need to pee. I really need to pee.
“-and here are the keyboards. I do think I remember Hanako mentioning her keyboard was getting old. Something about the wires fraying or a few of the keys not working right.”
“Let’s look for one, then,” Lilly replied, half-distracted with her own need.
She ran her fingers across the keyboard displays, and realized that a keyboard was probably her best bet in terms of a gift. Each one felt distinctly different, with a unique sound and feel as she pressed down each key. She moved down the line one by one, trying to gauge which one felt best to her. Eventually, she came to an oddly familiar feeling. Round keys, rather than square, with a stiff, tactile clack as she pressed each one down.
“This one feels different,” Lilly replied, puzzled.
“Oh, that one looks like it’s supposed to be designed like a typewriter,” Hisao replied.
As a more old-fashioned woman, Lilly felt the most comfortable with the feel of this particular keyboard, as it closely emulated the braillers she’s used in the past, as well as normal typewriters, which, while not as useful to Lilly herself, had always had a satisfying feel and sound to her. Although that was admittedly personal preference, she also knew that Hanako did have a taste for the antique aesthetic, and would likely appreciate the gift either way.
“Let’s get her this one,” Lilly smiled.
Lilly could not have paid for the keyboard fast enough. By the time she and Hisao were making their way out of the computer store, she was seriously having trouble standing still, let alone walking without giving away a single outward sign that she was desperate. Still, with the last obstacle overcome, the two could make their way back home and Lilly could finally relieve herself.
“Let’s get going, that was a lot of fun, but I’m exhausted,” Lilly urged. It was half-true. With all the walking they had done today, Lilly was feeling a bit fatigued.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” Hisao agreed, and Lilly was grateful he didn’t put up any resistance to leaving. The two headed past the fountain, Lilly bracing herself against its torturous sounds, and made their way over to the elevator.
Lilly waited impatiently as the elevator’s motors hummed to life, whirring and clunking as the lift arrived. Two short dings sounded and Lilly eagerly stepped in, barely waiting for Hisao as she ran her hands along the buttons and pressed the one to go down.
Luckily, it sounded like only she and Hisao were boarding this particular car. The doors closed and Lilly shook her leg up and down subtly as she mentally begged for the elevator to hurry up.
Soon, it started moving, and Lilly let out a soft sigh, hoping Hisao wouldn’t hear it or otherwise mistake it for exhaustion.
We’re done shopping. We’re heading home. I can make it. I can hold it until then!
Lilly might have celebrated a bit too early, however. Not a moment later, a sharp clunk and a terrifying lurch shook the entire car, and Lilly felt herself lose control. A spurt escaped into her panties and she hoped Hisao would be too distracted to see her clamp down on her crotch with her hand.
No no no no! Please stop please stop!
Lilly froze as she quickly regained control of her bladder, waiting for the sudden jolt and subsequent wave of desperation to subside. Once she was sure she wouldn’t leak again, she let go of herself.
“Lilly, are you okay?” Hisao asked, voice panicked.
“I’m fine,” Lilly replied, nodding in the general direction of his voice, “What happened?”
“I think the elevator broke down, the lights went out and we stopped moving.”
“Oh,” Lilly’s calm response belied her inner-panic.
“This can’t be happening. I have to pee so bad! If we’re stuck here for too long, I’ll…”
Lilly trailed off, not wanting to think about that possibility. Instead, she clung onto a bit of hope. Hisao said the lights went out. That likely meant it was dark in the elevator, and Hisao couldn’t see her. Immediately, Lilly jammed both her hands between her legs, dancing around desperately as she allowed herself to revel in the slight relief being able to hold herself afforded her.
“Lilly, you were by the panel, can you check if the emergency call button works?”
“Sure,” Lilly answered, reaching out one hand and feeling the braille until she located the right button. She pressed it, but predictably, there was no response.
“Damn, guess we’ll have to wait, then,” Hisao replied, “It shouldn’t be too long, though. The mall’s pretty busy, so someone will notice sooner rather than later, I’m sure.”
“I hope so,” Lilly stated, her words having a completely different meaning to her than to Hisao.
Lilly stood there and continued to hold herself, bouncing from foot to foot, shifting her weight back and forth, and trying to stave off any more leaks. Her panties were warm and uncomfortably wet thanks to her first leak, but thankfully it had been a small one. She was embarrassed at the mere thought of Hisao doing the laundry later and seeing the stain, but laundry wasn’t exactly her forte, with her inability to sort the clothes by color.
I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it.
Lilly repeated the words like a mantra, shuffling her legs as she tried to ignore the immense pressure in her abdomen. Hisao was making small-talk in an attempt to pass the time, but Lilly could barely focus on what he was saying. She had to pee. She couldn’t remember a time in her recent years where she had to pee this bad.
I’m stupid! I should’ve asked Hisao to take me to the bathroom. I should’ve just sucked it up and gone.
Suddenly, there was another loud clack, and Lilly initially hoped the elevator would start moving again. Instead, however, nothing changed, and Lilly, in irritation, continued to dance around desperately.
“Lilly, uh, are you really okay,” Hisao asked again.
Lilly froze, hoping her movements hadn’t given her situation away, “Y-yes, why?”
“Well, I mean,” Hisao seemed particularly embarrassed, “You uh… do you have to use the bathroom? The… the lights came back on, and well, you look pretty desperate.”
Lilly felt her face flush as she immediately tried to right herself, an exercise in futility. The sudden movement caused her bladder to spasm, and not a moment later she was forced to jam her hands back between her legs before she leaked again.
“Why didn’t you tell me the lights were on!” Lilly yelled in frustration, “I didn’t want you to see me like this!”
“S-sorry!” Hisao replied, and Lilly immediately felt guilty for snapping. It wasn’t like her.
“No, sorry, it’s not your fault,” Lilly replied in a softer tone, “I just… I was hoping to make it home before it got too bad, but then the elevator broke down and now…”
Lilly crossed her legs as another wave of desperation wracked her body. Another leak escaped into her panties, and she was seriously worried she wouldn’t make it out of the elevator dry.
“If you had to go, why didn’t you say something?” Hisao asked, “You know I would’ve helped you.”
“Sometimes I don’t want help!” Lilly replied, more sharply than she had intended, “I know we’re dating, I know you’re my boyfriend and I can rely on you, but it’s going to be restroom! Do you know how humiliating it feels to not be able to do that on your own! Fumbling around because you can’t see? Not even knowing if other people are staring at you, watching you. Laughing at you? I just wanted to-”
Lilly drew in a sharp hitch of breath as she doubled over, jamming her hands between her legs and squirming desperately. She squeezed her eyes shut, not that it changed anything for her, and fought back the urge to start peeing right there. Once it passed, she allowed herself a soft sigh of relief, but she didn’t relax a single muscle in fear of losing control.
“Sorry. I don’t like getting like this. I don’t like admitting I can’t manage on my own,” Lilly admitted, “It’s like you not wanting me to worry about you. I want to be able to manage on my own, even though the world around me is designed for people who can see. Even a mall like this.”
After a few moments of pointed silence, broken only by the consistent sound of Lilly’s desperate shuffling, Hisao moved, stepping audibly so as to alert Lilly to his movements and not surprise her when he wrapped his arms around her.
“I understand, I know how you must feel, I’m sorry,” Hisao replied.
A few moments passed, and Lilly tried to enjoy the feeling of Hisao’s embrace, even over her own mounting desperation. Still, it was becoming more and more obvious to the both of them that Lilly was reaching her limits.
“There doesn’t seem to be any cameras in here. If you… really don’t think you can hold it, you can pee here, and I can say it was me.”
“N-no,” Lilly shook her head, “You don’t need to. I can hold it.”
Lilly wasn’t entirely confident about that, and she was sure Hisao wasn’t either, but the thought of peeing here so openly, even if Hisao was willing to cover for her, was so mortifying that she outright refused.
Hisao didn’t press the issue, but her bladder did. Just the knowledge of a way out, a way to pee, made her desperation worse, and she felt her willpower slipping. Would it be so bad for her to pee here? Hisao was willing to take the fall if she did, and even though the action ordinarily wouldn’t be anywhere near proper for a lady, these were extraneous circumstances. Surely she could make one exception?
No! I have to hold it! I can hold it! Please, bladder, hold out a bit longer!
Instead, Lilly continued to hold on, scissoring her legs back and forth desperately as she fought against her body’s urges. She tried to get the sound of the fountain out of her mind as she clamped down on her crotch, feeling the damp spot where she had leaked earlier. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was at her limit. She just sincerely hoped the elevator would start moving again.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it did, and Lilly nearly let out another spurt as it jolted back to life and she could feel them moving again. She waited with baited breath as the doors opened and the chime sounded once more. Wasting no time, Lilly and Hisao made their way out of the elevator, Lilly forcing herself to regain a semblance of composure as she fixed her skirt and righted herself. She was still dying to pee, but even though she had let Hisao see her desperate dancing, she refused to let the other mall patrons catch her unladylike display.
“Come on, let’s go home, hurry!” Lilly urged.
“Home?” Hisao asked, “I thought you were going to the restroom?”
Lilly shook her head adamantly, “I can make it, I’d rather wait until we get home than go here, especially now.”
She didn’t want to elaborate, but she was seriously worried that the sounds of other people relieving themselves, coupled with her unfamiliarity of the restroom’s layout, might prove to be a fatal combination. Let alone any lines that might be waiting for her should she choose to go here at the mall. She wasn’t confident she could hold out in that situation. However, she knew that their apartment wasn’t too far away. She could hold it until they got home, and there would be a very familiar restroom with a familiar layout that she could navigate quickly enough, and it was guaranteed to be free.
“Alright, if you’re sure,” Hisao replied, “I could always-”
“Please, not now,” Lilly urged, not wanting to argue about this when she was already short on time, “Let’s just go.”
“Alright,” Hisao agreed, guiding her towards the doors. As they stepped out, the summer heat hit them, and Lilly let the warmth wash over her. She wasn’t usually a fan of hot weather, but at least at this point she much preferred it to the cold AC of the mall, which had done nothing to help her aching bladder.
The walk home was torturous. Each step sending a wave of desperation shooting up Lilly’s body as she struggled to maintain a semblance of composure. She could already tell she was more hobbling than walking alongside Hisao as they made their way through the city.
“How busy is it, Hisao?” Lilly asked.
“Uh, it’s pretty quiet, why-”
Before Hisao could finish asking, Lilly jammed her hands back between her legs and picked up the pace. She was at her wit’s end. Her bladder felt like a swollen balloon, ready to pop at any moment. Even with the extra benefit of holding herself openly now, she still let a few leaks escape into her panties. She impatiently counted the crosswalks they passed by, listening for the soft beeps of the crosswalk signals as they walked. 2 blocks to go.
Oh my god I have to pee. I can hold it. We’re almost home. Please hold it!
From Hisao’s awkward silence, Lilly could tell she must’ve looked like quite the sorry sight, but holding herself and hobbling along awkwardly were a far cry better than having to walk home in a wet skirt. Lilly clamped her eyes shut as a particularly strong wave struck her, and she was forced to crouch down, jamming her heel hard against her crotch. She pressed it against her pee-hole as she tried to steady her breathing, and she somehow managed to avoid anything more than a few small leaks.
I have to hold it. I have to hold it. We’re almost home. One block to go.
Lilly continued to hobble along, squeezing Hisao’s arm with her own as she racked and twisted her body awkwardly just to hold it in. She sincerely hoped that Hisao was right and there weren’t many people out right now. She couldn’t imagine how embarrassing she must look.
Suddenly, another leak escaped, a longer spurt that saturated her panties and patter out onto the street below. She gasped and bunched her skirt up, jamming her hands against her crotch. By some small miracle, she had managed to regain control, the spurt was a warning. She was at her limit.
We have to be almost there. I hope we’re close. I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore!
“Hisao,” Lilly pleaded, trailing off as she focused only on the struggle of holding back her inevitable flood.
“We’re almost there, I can see our apartment complex now,” Hisao reassured her, rubbing her arm comfortingly with his hand. She appreciated the gesture, but it was empty comfort to her. The only thing that would truly comfort her at this point would be the feeling of finally letting go and peeing full-force into the toilet.
Luckily, Akira had the foresight of finding them an apartment on the first floor. Lilly didn’t do well with stairs in the best of circumstances, let alone now, and the last thing Lilly wanted was to step into another elevator before she could pee.
She hobbled up the familiar path to their particular apartment, and Lilly heard Hisao set down his bags and fumble with his keys. She bit back a sharp reply to him to hurry it up, from the sounds of it, he was already rushing. Instead she focused all her efforts on staying dry, hopping from foot to foot as she tried to fight her swollen bladder as it tried to push all the urine it held out of her.
Lilly’s leg’s buckled and she let out another short spurt, and then another. She could hear the second one patter onto the ground beneath her as she tensed her body and hoped to stem the flow. She managed, but just barely, to get it under control.
“Got it, there you go,” Hisao replied next to her, and she heard the sound of the door swing open.
Wasting no time, Lilly bolted into the apartment. She kicked off her shoes haphazardly and bolted straight for the toilet. Familiar with the layout, she had no trouble navigating without the aid of her cane or Hisao. She threw open the bathroom door. Just knowing she was so close to relief was the last straw. Already way past her limit, Lilly realized she had seconds. She hiked up her skirt, not bothering to pull her panties down, and spun in place before sitting herself down on the toilet.
Not a moment later, the floodgates opened. A hot, powerful jet of pee burst out of her and hit the side of the toilet bowl so hard that it started ringing. The torrent of pee hissing out of her at full-force soaked through what was left of the dry fabric, the wet spot spreading as her bladder finally emptied itself. Lilly threw her head back, savoring the blissful relief that washed over her. It felt almost orgasmic, and she couldn’t tell if the loud moan she let out was one of relief or pleasure. Her hand made her way instinctively up to her breast and she gave it a squeeze as she relished every moment of her peeing.
She hadn’t held it for this long before, but it seemed her bladder was still accustomed to the long waits she had when attending her old school, and even though she had been peeing for at least half a minute now, her bladder still felt full. She continued to let it flow out of her freely, not caring about her soaked panties or the slight mess she must’ve been making as rivulettes of urine ran along the legs of her underwear and onto and over the toilet seat.
Soon, the pressure from her swollen bladder slowly gave way to a dull ache, and the relief gave way to a distinctly sexual pleasure. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that, and she wasn’t fully capable of processing it at the moment. After her day-long struggle, she wanted to savor every second of her pee.
After what felt like a blissful eternity, her flow started to taper off. It slowed to a stream that was no longer strong enough to hit the wall of the toilet bowl, instead splashing into the water basin. It then slowed to a trickle, then steady drops, and soon she was done, sitting there on the toilet, panties soaked, breath ragged, face red both from the effort of holding for so long, but also from her arousal. It took her brain a few moments to fully register what had happened, and it took the sound of Hisao swallowing to realize that she had forgotten to close the door before peeing.
She couldn’t imagine what she must look like. Sprawled out on the toilet bowl, chest heaving as she took heavy breaths, face flushed red, with her skirt hiked up and her soaked panties on full display.
“S-sorry,” Lilly blushed, “That was very unbecoming of me, Hisao. I’m embarrassed that this was such a close call, and technically you could say I did wet myself. I hope you don’t find me gross or disgusting after seeing me like this.”
Lilly looked down and focused on listening to Hisao, trying to gauge his reaction.
“N-not at all! I understand, you must’ve really had to go,” Hisao replied, “I’m just really glad you made it, mostly.”
“Are you sure?” Lilly asked, “I feel foolish, especially since you could’ve-”
Before Lilly could even finish, she heard Hisao step into the bathroom and felt him wrap his arms around her.
“Lilly, it’s fine. You wanted to make it home because you weren’t comfortable with using the ones at the mall. That’s fine. A lot of people are like that, for different reasons,” Hisao reassured her, “Besides, I love you, I’m not going to think you’re gross because of a natural bodily function.”
Lilly allowed herself to relax, leaning into him as she hugged him back. She focused on the sound of his breathing, hoping to calm himself down, but his breathing sounded equally as ragged as hers, if not moreso. Realization dawned on her, and she allowed herself a small smile in spite of what just happened.
“Hisao, are you… turned on right now?”
“W-what?” She felt Hisao pull away, his tone flustered, “N-no, of course not!”
“You are, aren’t you?” Lilly accused, “Don’t lie to me, or I’ll feel for myself.”
“F-fine,” Hisao replied, “I mean, I wouldn’t say I was enjoying it at your expense or anything, but I might’ve… I think maybe you squirming around like that… and while I didn’t mean to watch you pee, you left the door open and you just kind of… it was… maybe a little hot.”
“I can’t believe you, you pervert,” Lilly accused, but her laugh gave away that rather than mad, she was just teasing. She received no response, but she was sure Hisao was blushing furiously, “Well, I’ll admit that I found relieving myself after holding it for so long to be quite enjoyable, in more ways than one.”
The nail in the coffin. Hisao swallowed again, and Lilly was sure she had him right where she wanted him, figuratively speaking.
“I’ll need to take a bath, and take care of some… other things. Would you care to join me?”
“Yes. Yes definitely,” Hisao agreed eagerly, and Lilly smiled. Far from her close call ruining her date, it seemed like this would turn out to be one of their more memorable ones.
The End |
Hi, I’ll be writing a series of stories about Genshin Impact characters having wetting and messing incidents. You can enjoy the stories even if you haven’t played, but the stories will follow Genshin Impact canon events and contain spoilers, so you may want to wait until you have played the story routes for the character in question before reading. Each story will be mostly independent and have different tags, so feel free to skip ones with tags you don’t like.
Tags: Wetting, Fear Wetting, Female
Character spoilers: Paimon, Traveler
Paimon and I have been traveling together for a while now. We met when I saved Paimon from drowning and she has since joined me on my travels. Currently, the two of us are headed to Mondstadt to find information about my twin.
“Lumine, hurry up, Mondstadt isn’t far from now.”, Paimon called out to me.
“Yeah, we should hurry indeed”, I replied. There was a reason I was walking instead of jogging as I would usually do. That reason was the pressure building up in my abdomen. It has been half a day since I took a piss in the morning and I would need to go again soon. Maybe I should tell Paimon about my predicament and just go here on the beach I thought to myself. We were close to Mondstadt, where I could finally use a real restroom instead of going in the wild, but I wasn’t sure I could hold it that much longer.
There was no shame in going out in the wild in front of Paimon. Having travelled with Paimon, who has a small body like that of a fairy, I have witnessed Paimon desperately dashing off to find some privacy to take care of business on more than one occasion. Paimon loves a good meal and drink, and claims she has more than one stomach, including one specifically for liquids. Unfortunately for Paimon, she still only has one bladder, one that had a scaled down capacity due to her small body frame. All the liquid she drank would quickly fill up Paimon’s bladder and send her running off desperately, seeking relief. On at least one drunken night where Paimon ended up more than tipsy, she didn’t make it in time. I loved teasing Paimon when she was desperate, as she would run off with the usually fair skin on her face bright red.
Paimon probably needs to go soon too, I thought to myself. I’ll just go after Paimon, I thought to myself. I’ll be able to tease Paimon again, and it will be less embarrassing for me as well.
Lumine wasn’t wrong. Paimon’s stomach dedicated to liquid had quickly processed the milk she had in the morning and was gradually filling up her bladder. On any other day she would have told Lumine about her emergency and then ran off and did her business behind some bushes. Today however, Mondstadt was just hours away. In the wilderness where one could be days away from the nearest signs of civilization, there was no point looking for a bathroom. But when Mondstadt, The City of Freedom was just ahead, going out in the wild suddenly became much more embarrassing for Paimon. “What would Lumine say if she knew I couldn’t even hold it half a day?” Paimon thought to herself. Surely she would tease me to no end. Paimon decided that at least for today, she would show Lumine she was a big girl and could make it to Mondstadt without taking a bathroom break.
I didn’t travel far from the beach before I encountered a cliff in the way. Usually such a small cliff wouldn’t pose any challenge to me, but today, all the liquid in my body was going to make the climb much more difficult. I glanced over to Paimon to confirm that we were going the right direction.
“Just over this cliff and we will be able to see Mondstadt”, she replied. Easy for her to say, she could fly.
No point in arguing, I jumped on to the cliff and started my ascent.The usual body motions I do when climbing were shifting the liquid in my bladder and hitting the opening, as if it were floodwaters raming on a dam, looking for any crack to pour though. I wanted to cross my legs, or even press down on my mound with my hands, but I couldn’t while climbing. All that I could do was tighten my pelvic muscles and continue my climb.
Just as I was approaching the top, my foot missed a crevasse that I was trying to get a foothold on. The sudden shock sent a spurt out and made a small berry sized patch of wetness on my panties. I quickly regained control of both my hold on my bladder and my hold on the cliff wall and made it to the top. As soon as I was no longer hanging on to dear life on the cliff, I instinctively crossed my legs and pressed my hands on to my panties and felt the moistness that I had just made. Not too much damage I thought to myself. “How many near accidents would these panties hold before it became obvious I wet myself?” I thought to myself.
Paimon’s voice broke my train of thought. “You look like you need to go. Maybe we should stop for a toilet break?”
Paimon was waiting at the top of the cliff and must have seen my embarrassing performance, and was teasing me about it. “No need, we can see Mondstadt from here already, we can go when we get to Mondstadt”, I snapped back with all the strength I could muster. Indeed the majestic walls and cathedral of Mondstadt were in view after we scaled the cliff.
Paimon was surprised by my response, but didn’t push the issue further. Little did I know that Paimon was far less concerned about teasing me at the time and much more concerned with not having yet another major accident in front of me.
After another short hike forward we arrived at a Statue of the Seven. This statue of the Ameno Archon was in the middle of the lake. Paimon mentioned before that we should pray to the Statues of the Seven when we encounter them since the Archons will watch over us on our travels. However, the statue was in the middle of the lake and there were no bridges for us to cross. I would have to swim across. Usually I hated getting wet, all while seeing Paimon gleefully glide across the water surface. It made my clothes all damp and stick to the skin. However, today I was glad to have the opportunity to go for a swim, because it gave me a unique opportunity to get my long due relief.
If I just wet myself in the water as I swam across the lake, Paimon would be none the wiser. All my clothes will be all soaked coming out of the lake, and not just my undies, so I might as well take care of business at the same time. “What a brilliant plan!” I thought to myself as I started to wade into the lake to cross.
As soon as my feet hit the icy cold water, I felt another burst of urine shooting out of my bladder. I quickly submerged my butt into water to make sure my knee socks and skirt were not getting wet before they hit the water. Then I opened the floodgates. All the stored liquid in my body came gushing out. I could no longer feel the wetness of my piss underwater, but I could still feel the warmness of my own body heated compared to the surrounding water. My pee drifted in the water as I slowly started paddling forward. I was releasing more of my pee from under me as I started swimming forward, with some of it drifting on to my legs where I could feel a bit of its warmth.
I didn’t know if I should be overjoyed by my own brilliance of wetting in the lake where the damage wouldn’t be visible or disgusted by the fact that as a grown lady I had just had my first accident. All I knew is that I was feeling relieved. As the flow of piss out my body started dying down, I shivered a bit since some of my body heat also left with the pee. I was already at the other side of the lake. I pushed one last time with my pelvic muscles and squeezed out the last drops from my bladder. The feeling of letting go felt so good that I couldn’t help but let out an audible moan. I didn’t even care if Paimon heard anymore, because I was floating in my own heaven of relief.
While I stealthily got my relief, Paimon was still trying to hold her urine, but was quickly reaching her limit. She felt as if she was leaking like an Hydro Slime, or even about to burst like an Ameno Slime. Lumine splashing in the water only made things worse. Paimon wondered if she could discreetly move her jumper suit to one side and just pee into the lake. “Lumine would surely see her and there would be no end to her teasing”, she thought. She landed on the island in the lake next to the Statue of Seven and tried her best to shift her body to not put pressure on her bladder, and she was holding her body with her tiny hands.
After I had swam across the lake I was now at the foot of the Statue of Seven. I turned my attention to Paimon who seemed about to have her accident of her own.
“You ok there Paimon?” I asked.
“Uh, I am pp-praying to the Ameno Archon”, Paidmon stutered, as she continued her desperation dance.
Hmm, why won’t she admit that she has to go, I wondered? If she asked for a restroom break, we could have found a bush on the way here and taken care of business and I wouldn’t have had to take a piss in the lake I thought to myself. I had totally forgotten that she did bring up taking a restroom break just after we scaled the cliff. After I had my relief after holding for so long, and feeling a sense of euphoria, watching Paimon was actually weirdly arousing. The thought of witnessing Paimon having another accident was actually turning me on.
I decided to ignore Paimon’s obvious signs of desperation and continued on with my business, walking over to the Statue of Seven and unlocking my Ameno powers.
“Wow, with these Ameno powers I can blow dry your panties next time you wet yourself Paimon.” I retorted.
Paimon was so desperate that she didn’t even bother trying to hide her desperation anymore “L-let's just get to Mondstat quickly, or you might need to use your Ameno powers as a blow dryer sooner than expected”, Paimon replied, quickly flying forward.
Just as I chased after Paimon, a gust of wind hit us and a huge shadow covered the sun. I looked up and saw a dragon flying past us.
“What was that?” Paimon exclaimed. I could see a big patch of wetness on Paimon’s jumper suit with droplets still hanging from Paimon’s crotch. There was also some moistness on the ground beneath Paimon as well. Paimon must have lost a bit of control with the sudden appearance of the dragon. The casual person might not have noticed, but since I just had an accident myself and knew the tell tale signs.
“Uh, Paimon, before worrying about what that dragon was, why don’t you go use the restroom? It’s not good on your body to hold too long, and I don’t want you having a bigger accident. I can tell you are already leaking”. I wasn’t teasing Paimon anymore, and despite imagining the amazing sight it would be to see Paimon have an accident while both of us were sober, Paimon was clearly suffering and I didn’t wish my dear travelling companion to suffer any more.
My words brought Paimon back from her trance into her desperate reality. The sudden appearance of such a magnificent creature took Paimon’s mind off holding her urine as she awed at the huge flying creature. However, her panties and jumper paid the price for her mental lapse. My speaking made Paimon suddenly realize that she had lost her hold for a few seconds and pee was seeping out her body, through her jumper, and trickled down her legs and into the ground below her. While it wasn’t a big accident, and she managed to regain her hold, it was undeniable that she just had another accident. Unlike when she and Lumine went drinking and was drunk, this time both Lumine and herself were sober and in broad daylight. This made the embarrassment much worse.
Paimon’s face was beet red and tears started forming in the corner of eyes. Just as she could no longer hold back her desperation, she could no longer hold back her tears and her embarrassment, flying off as quickly as she could. Despite her panties already soggy and soiled, she knew that she was about to have an even bigger accident if she didn’t find some privacy soon. Yet despite Lumine already witnessing her wetting herself, Paimon still couldn’t let herself down to the level of just letting go of her shame and just pissing in front of Lumine. Paimon knew with all the pressure inside of her she would be pissing like a racehose, and just the thought of Lumine hearing the hissing sound of her peeing, or god forbid, seeing her piss embarrassed Paimon so much she thought about just throwing herself into Cider lake.
“Don’t follow me” Paimon, yelled at me, but I was both genuinely worried about Paimon’s safety, and also didn’t want to miss the front row seats to Paimon’s big accident, so I chased after her anyway.
However, just as we entered the small canyon in front of us, Paimon stopped in mid air just in front of me. I was shocked by the scene in front of us. The giant dragon that had flown over our heads minutes ago was on the ground, seemingly conversing with a human with a green hat and cape. Unfortunately our entrance with nothing but stealthy and the dragon quickly turned its attention our way and let out a deafening roar.
As the dragon roared, it sent a blast of wind in all directions. I felt a blast of wind against my face, and then I felt a mist of water along with the wind. At first I thought the water was also coming from the dragon, but looking ahead, I realised the source of the water wasn’t the dragon but my poor travelling companion. Paimon, who was hovering just shortly in front of me clearly got spooked by the roar of the dragon, and all the urine she was holding came pouring out of her body as she lost control. Unlike the previous leak, this time the garden hose was turned on and nothing was going to stop it until Paimon’s bladder was empty. The entire lower part of Paimon’s jumper was soaked and as droplets of pee seeped out through Paimon’s clothes it was caught in the blast of wind and got turned into a fine mist. I thought it would be disgusting to have Paimon’s pee all over me, but in the current situation where the pee was spread out by the gusts of wind, it felt more like someone had turned on a big fan in a steaming shower, and all I could feel was just moisture and steam on my face.
The dragon swiped at the person in the green coat and cape, and the person just disappeared into thin air. The dragon then flew off as well. I was still caught in the surreal moment that lasted only seconds.
“Did you see that, that was so scary!” Paimon proclaimed as she turned around and latched onto me, eyebrows raised and face white with aghast.
Paimon didn’t even realize that she was in the middle of a major accident, with pee still pouring out of her like a fountain with no end in sight.
“It’s ok Paimon”, I said gently as if coddling a child. I didn’t even care that Paimon’s dirty juices were flowing all over my clothes now. At this moment I just wanted to hug Paimon tightly in a deep embrace. I felt all of Paimon’s body heat and wetness on my skin, and now that the wind has died down, I smelled a waft of ammonia. Nothing pungent, just a gentle reminder of what liquid was now soaking through both me and Paimon’s clothes.
The gentle dripping sound of Paimon’s pee hitting the ground after soaking through both Paimon and my clothes slowly brought Paimon back to her senses. Not only did she just have a fear wetting because of the dragon she saw, she was cling to me like a child, and her pee had not only soaked through the bottom of her own jumper, but as I was holding her over my chest, soaked through the top of my dress turning it semi-transparent. Staines of pee ran down the dress where you could see that gravity pulled the liquid toward the ground. A small pool of pee had also collected beneath me, but much of the liquid had been soaked up by my dress.
“Oh my god, oh my god” gasped Paimon, clearly embarrassed and panicked. Her face once again bright red after being white from fear just moments ago. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry... Paimon’s words were becoming more and more slurred and incoherent as she broke into tears and wailing. “The dragon…. surprised me… had an accident.” Paimon’s words were barely audible between her sobs, as she tried to struggle to break free from my hold on her.
“Don’t worry, we all have accidents sometimes. Besides, if I were holding it that long I would have wet myself too when that dragon turned and roared right at us.” I tried my best to comfort Paimon.
“It’s all my fault for holding it too long. I probably wouldn’t have made it even if the dragon wasn’t here. Not only did I make a mess of myself, I also ruined your clothes.” Paimon blurted out. “Let me go wash your clothes…. no I’ll take care of laundry for a week.”
Glad to see that Paimon is no longer a sobering mess, I confessed about my own accident to Paimon. “I also had an accident too. I was holding it since we were on the beach, but I cheated and just went in my panties when I was swimming across the lake earlier.”
Hearing my story made Paimon perk up “That’s not fair”, but a smile returned to her face knowing that she wasn’t alone with her accident. “Well, I asked you for a bathroom break just after you climbed the cliff, and you told me to wait until we got to Mondstadt, and then you had an accident in the lake?”
“At least I didn’t wet myself over my travel companion. Next time when I have an emergency, it’s your turn to be the emergency toilet.” I joked.
“I said I’m sorry already, I wasn’t trying to use you as a toilet at all. Anyway, we should be more open with each other about our emergency needs. We aren’t strangers anymore.”, Paimon retorted. I was happy that Paimon was back to her old self.
“Let’s go wash our clothes in the lake and I’ll use my new Ameno powers to dry them. We can’t walk into mondstadt like this.” I said talking with Paimon by my side, both of us still covered in Paimon’s pee, but with a new found smile on our faces. |
I like this dungeon. It's pretty cold down here, so the heat from the streets doesn't bother me much. But more than the cold air, I like the walls. They're thick enough, so no one hears my experiments scream.
I smile. My newest experiment lays there in front of me. A young girl, from mage school, careless enough to walk around alone and now she's mine. Tied up to the table and unconscious. Her world would be different when she wakes up. I pour a potion down her throat and after a while two others. Finally she opens her eyes, moaning from headache probably. My hit on her head was quite strong. I look at her smiling „Welcome, experiment 513.“ she blinks and looks finally at me „Where am I? Who are you?“ she tries to move and realizes, shes tied up „What? Let me go! Let... me...“ he falls silent, I can see the horror in her eyes.
I come closer and stroke her cheek. „My name is Eliza. You probably heard the other mages whisper about my dark arts. You probably wonder, why you can't talk, so I will tell you. While you were unconscious, I gave you some potions to drink. One to supress talking by free will. You can only talk, when I allow you to talk. Understood? You may talk until I tell you to be silent again.“ she opens her mouth. Her voice sounds dry „Please, please let me go, I promise, I won't tell anyone. I'm so thirsty, please let me go, I need to drink something.“
My smile becomes wider „Oh, don't worry. I prepared enough to drink for you. You see, the next potion I gave you, makes you thirsty. As if you didn't drink for a long time.“
I turn around and grab a large bottle full with water. I help her drinking and she greedily drinks everything. Then she closes her eyes „Th-Thank you. What will you do with me?“
I chuckled „Oh, nothing too bad. You see, I experiment with another potion. I need to test how long it takes till it works.“ I watch her closely. Her belly, looking bloated from all the water, slowly flattens again. I see the mage bite her lips, she keeps her legs together. I smirk. So the game started „I have to go for a while now. If you need me, you can call me.“ I left the cell, but left the door open.
It didn't take long and I heard her calling me desperately „Eliza? Please come here, please! I need help, please!“
I take my time, after all I know why she calls me. By the time I finally enter her cell, she's covered in sweat and squirming a lot „Oh thank the Gods, please let me go, I need to... I need...“ she blushes hard. Oh, she seems shy about her needs. How adorable. The squirming intensifies, her bladder bulge is huge „Yes, my dear? What do you need?“ I act if I don't realize anything and place my hand on her abdomen. Her bladder is rock hard and even this light touch makes her wince „Oh no, please don't touch, please no, no, no...“ I act surprised „What's wrong my dear? Do you need anything?“ she whimpers, tears are streaming down her face „I... I need... I need to pee! Let me go, I really need to go, it's so bad, it hurts, I'll explode!“ she cries and looks at me, desperation and pain in her eyes.
I nod „I know. The last potion I gave you was diuretica. The strongest I ever made. Of couse I let you go, but...“ she whimpers as I give her bladder a gentle squeeze and presses her legs together even more strongly „B-But? But what?“
I let my hand on her abdomen „I see myself as a scientist. So I have to examine you closely, you understand? That includes certain reactions. Oh, that reminds me. You will not pee. Under no circumstances. Your body functions belong to me now. So you will keep your legs open and you will not pee.“ against her will, her legs open wide. She moans in pain. I rip open her dress completely. The sudden cold wind on her body makes her shiver. I take a very close look at her. Her nipples got hard in the sudden cold and her womanhood is furiously red, as if it were angry to be forced to keep that flood inside. The girls face is even redder, she keeps her eyes closed and bites her lip hard. Slowly I examine her body, take measures of her chest, hips and of course belly. I press on her overfull bladder more than necessary and she screams in pain and agony, but doesn't move anymore and not even one drop leaves her „Let me go! Please, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Let me go, lemmego, lego!“ her speach suffers from pain and desperation. I pat her womanhood „Soon my dear.“ I enter her slowly with my fingers. Of course she's still a virgin. A good girl, what else. She breathes heavily as I feel her bladder from the inside, then she starts moaning again, but not from pain. I grin and start massaging her bladder from the inside. She whimpers, moans, even screams, trapped between pain, desperation and raising arousal. I place my other hand on her abdomen and while I press her bladder strongly from both sides, I command her „Pee! Now!“ her body reacts immediately and opens the floodgates. She howls out of relief. Finally she can get rid of the pressure, of the pain. I keep pressing her bladder, feel it grow smaller and smaller until it's finally empty. I look at the giant puddle she peed and smile „Well gone, girl.“ I keep playing with her, now she's fully concentrated on her lust. I feel her getting closer and closer to the edge and decide to stop. She whimpers and looks at me in shock. I grin „I'll come back tomorrow, until then you will think of this wonderful feeling. You will stay trapped in your lust, your body will feel on the edge the whole time. You will not call me and not even try to relief yourself. See you tomorrow.“ I turn around and leave her cell. Tomorrow I'll make her my lusty slave |
Hello guys been a while since I did a Sims story and this one was a request from @mipmixer If you'd like to request a story please feel free to DM me with an idea and I'll put it up here, do remember my editing isn't the best but I make do with what I have and some of the wet panties are from mods which you can find on Google.
Anyway without further ado lets start the story and I hope you enjoy it.
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It was a gorgeous afternoon in the office tower of Landgrab Inc near the main city where four co workers were preparing for a long meeting.
Rosa (on the right): "Cathy.....Do we have to have this meeting? I was rather comfortable sitting at home watching movies all day." Rosa asks, Rosa is the newest member of Landgrab Inc with the boss away Cathy was left in charge of the meeting.
Cathy (on the left): "Unfortunately Rosa we do but it's not all bad the Boss said we can have as much sparkling water as we want." Cathy replies enthusiastically as she head to join her remaining co workers.
Sonya (on the left) had already sat down to have her water while Leah (on the right) puts the bottle away before grabbing her own glass.
Sonya: "I don't know about you but I wish Mr Landgrab would do more around here in regards to more facilities there's only one for us women in the entire building." Sonya complains.
Leah: "This is why I go before leaving my house." Leah replies remembering she didn't go before leaving due to a short notice with the meeting.
An hour and a half later and their meeting room was ready, both Cathy and Sonya were already there.....
While Leah and Rosa were lagging behind after finishing their drinks.
Cathy: "Ahh good Rosa and Leah nice of you two to join us, take a seat girls." Cathy says with a laugh.
Cathy takes a moment before addressing the room.
Cathy: "Right girls thank you all for coming here today, now as we know the company is going through an economy crash so it's our job to figure out how to raise those funds...."
She then turns to Rosa before continuing.
Cathy: ".....and Rosa as you're the newest here I don't expect you to have the full picture or have any ideas but feel free to pitch in ok?" she asks with a confident smile.
Rosa: "Thanks Cathy, if I have any idea I'll shoot them your way." she replies smiling.
Suddenly the smile on Cathy's face disappeared as her full bladder needed her attention but as head of the meeting she had to set an example for Rosa.
Leah then broke the silence.
Leah: "How about we have a fund raiser.....we can use the local park and have fun and game, maybe even some food and drinks....."
Leah's sentence was cut off by her own call by nature as she squeezes her legs to stop herself from embarrassment.
At the same time Sonya with also struggling with her bladder yet refused to say a word about it.
Cathy: "That is an excellent idea Leah...." Cathy says writing it down in her journal.
Rosa suddenly perked up.
Rosa: "OhOh!!! I have an idea.....why don't we have a water day, we can rent a water park and and use all the water rides and....." she suddenly finds herself unable to speak another word with water in the sentence.
Cathy: "That's...um an interesting....idea Rosa...." Cathy replies less convinced with that plan.
Cathy then suddenly decides to stand up.
Leah: "Um....Cathy.....why did you stand up....the meeting isn't over yet?" Leah asks and just as Cathy is about to reply....
She suddenly feels her bladder's hold betray her as hot clear pee begins to rush out from her defeated bladder as all she could do was watch.
After a full minute her full stream turns into a dribble before cutting itself off, she takes a shaky sigh of relief before proceeding to take her skirt and tights off to look at the damage which gave the girls quite a fright.
All part from Cathy: "OMG Cathy!!!"
Cathy take one more slightly embarrassed sigh before addressing the room.
Cathy: "This meeting is over....pack up girls I'm going home." she says before proceeding to leave the meeting room.
Rosa: "Well....that was interesting.....does that happen a lot here?" Rosa asks.
Sonya and Leah: "All the time." Both girls replied together before Leah goes to leave but is stop short by another call from mother nature.
This time it wasn't going to be ignored nor wait a second longer.
Leah too felt control slip away as she began to piss herself.
Leah: *Good thing this is such a big skirt...* she thinks to herself before letting her bladder finish then heading for the door when she heard Sonya letting out a desperate moan.
Leah lets a smile escape her lips knowing exactly what Sonya was doing.
Sonya couldn't hold back the flood any longer and just like her co workers she too emptied her bladder's contents into her undies and skirt.
Rosa: "How the mighty have fallen tehe....I'm kidding.......I find that kinda hot." Rosa admits looking at Sonya's wet skirt.
Meanwhile now away from embarrassment she'd kinda created, Leah was able to look at the damage on her undies.
Leah: *these are salvageable.....* she thinks to herself.
Back in the meeting room, Sonya had got her skirt and tights off and was looking at her soaked undies.
Sonya: "These......are....SOAKED." She says blushing lightly.
Rosa: "Would it make you feel a little better if......I pissed in the corridor? leave a nice fuck you surprise for Mr Landgrab?" Rosa suggests her hands buried in her crotch.
Sonya: "Why not.....just go pee in the toilet....I think there's enough mess here for Mr Landgrab to get the message.
but as the two left the room Rosa suddenly removes her trousers and panties, then squats.
Rosa: "I beg to differ......AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! thats better......" she moans as she releases all her built up pee. |
Yazmin leaned forward into a yoga pose, her nude body lean and toned as she voiced instructions to her class.
"Exhale as you lean forward . . . aand inhale as you come back up. One more time."
With one leg bent in front of her, and the other extended in the back, the young yoga instructor leaned into the pose again. Her large breasts pressed against her front leg as she stretched. She felt the stretch pushing up through her legs and hips, watching as her naked students imitated her. The movements put pressure on her front side, compressing her bladder, and making her feel the urge to pee.
Yazmin had felt the pressure building through class, and now an hour in it was getting hard to ignore. She had a big mug of tea right before class, plus the usual water to stay hydrated, and it was all catching up to her. It didn't help that the yoga poses repeatedly put pressure on her full bladder. Not to mention there's just something about being naked that makes you need to go.
It definitely made her students feel the need. As the class slipped into child's pose, Yazmin caught a pretty brunette in the back getting up and discreetly making her way to the door. Her steps were short and tense, and she held her arm nervously.
The bathroom was right outside off the hall, so even through the closed door Yazmin could faintly hear the girl's stream splashing into the water. Her own bladder trembled at the sound, which seemed like it went on for at least a full minute. The girl soon returned to class, looking much more loose and relaxed (if not a bit embarrassed) as she returned to her spot.
Yazmin soon took to walking around the class, supposedly to help her students, but mainly because moving around helped her control the urge. Only a few minutes later, Yazmin noticed a blonde girl in the front who looked like she was struggling with a pose. Yazmin was going to go over to help when the blonde quickly got up and speed walked to the door. Yazmin swore she saw what could have been a drop of pee dribbling down the girls leg. But, no, it must have just been sweat, right? But as she passed by where the girl had been sitting, Yazmin noticed a small wet spot on the empty mat.
In her rush, the blonde girl had forgotten to close the studio door on her way out, so Yazmin could very clearly hear the bathroom door slam and what sounded like a very strong stream hitting the bowl.
Yazmin's bladder spasmed again, and she felt a drop of pee slowly running down her inner thigh, dribbling onto the floor as she returned to her yoga mat in the front. She looked up at the clock. Only 15 minutes left. Not long at all, but still an eternity for a bursting bladder.
If only she could excuse herself without making it obvious. She could never embarrass herself like that.
Well, maybe not never . . .more often than she'd like to admit, Yazmin reached the point where she just couldn't hold it until the end of class. She always made some excuse about how it was important to listen to your body as she awkwardly left the room. Which was true, really. But if she followed her own advice she would probably pee more often and spend less time desperately holding it until the end of class.
And here she was again, trying to act normal in front of her students as she struggled to hold back the flood inside of her. Yazmin tried to focus on leading the class, but she spent most of the last 10 minutes trying to come up with a way to end class early and run to the bathroom without being obvious.
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Yazmin sat up into a cross legged pose one last time. By now, her legs were shaking and she had definitely leaked into the mat, though she didn't dare to check how much damage she had done. She gently dismissed her class, hoping that no one would notice the drops now regularly leaking from her urethra.
The class took an agonizingly long time to pack up and go, leaving Yazmin to sit there in torture. Finally the last girl left the room, closing the door behind her. Yazmin bent forward, pushing her hands into her bare crotch, finally able to squirm as much as she wanted. She could feel the wetness with her hands, and when she dared look down the wet spot on her mat was easily the size of her palm.
She blushed, thinking there was no way someone hadn't noticed. Sitting there with the whole class watching, trying to act normal as she silently lost control over her most basic bodily functions. The idea actually turned her on a bit, and all the attention down there made her pussy ache with arousal. Before she knew it, her left hand slowly made its way up to her breast, grabbing it and teasing her nipple.
Yazmin took a deep breath, feeling Athe arousal coursed through her body. Her muscles began to relax, and a stream escaped from her. She struggled to regain control, losing a few more spurts before finally stopping the stream
Even though she had lost a decent volume, getting a taste of relief only seemed to make her need worse. She could still feel the warm piss spreading beneath her ass and thighs as she continued to bounce on the mat.
She needed a toilet so bad, but she was so horny at the same time. Yazmin laid back on her mat, inserting two fingers into herself, rubbing in and out as her breathing became more ragged.
Yazmin was so turned on it took her no time at all to cum hard, trying to suppress her moans in case anyone was still in the next room over. Still in her state of bliss, her bladder gave in, pumping out the rest of its contents onto the floor.
She laid there for a second, trying to gather both her breath and her thoughts. Her bladder finally empty and her desires taken care of, Yazmin felt incredibly relaxed.
She didn't know what to think really. Her body felt great after such a spontaneous cum. But she sure made a mess all over her yoga mat. |
This year, I'm going to try something new. The Omovember challenge has been going around lately, and it entails writing a story a day based on various prompts. I'll probably fall behind, but I'll give it my best shot. There are a few different prompt lists out there, so I combined them. My prompts are:
Day 1: Desperate in a vehicle
Day 2: Desperate during sex
Day 3: Relieving themself in the woods
Day 4: Desperate during a presentation or performance
Day 5: Drunk and desperate
Day 6: Too busy to take a break
Day 7: Need to go while on a walk
Day 8: Desperate while in costume
Day 9: At school
Day 10: Urgent, but bathroom is up to par
Day 11: Locked out of the bathroom
Day 12: Trapped and desperate
Day 13: At the beach
Day 14: Unexpected diuretic effect
Day 15: Wetting on a dare
Day 16: Shy bladder
Day 17: Relieving themselves in a potted plant
Day 18: Peeing in a container
Day 19: Desperate and needing assistance
Day 20: Deliberate wetting as part of a plan
Day 21: Wetting a swimsuit
Day 22: Need to go during a fight
Day 23: In a boat
Day 24: While camping
Day 25: Fighting for the toilet
Day 26: Peeing on the floor
Day 27: Bedwetting
Day 28: Peeing in an alley
Day 29: Unable to get clothing off in time
Day 30: Your choice
Can anyone guess what characters I'll use? Anyway, here's Day 1.
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Day 1: Desperate in a vehicle Rally (Gunsmith Cats)
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“Hurry, hurry, hurry! We’re gonna lose him!”
“Damn it, I know that!” Rally Vincent growled from the driver’s seat. The gunsmith and bounty hunter was currently racing down the streets of Chicago in her Shelby Cobra GT-500, in hot pursuit of her latest target. Her partner, Minnie May Hopkins, sat beside her providing firepower and backseat driver commentary. Rally pressed her foot even harder on the gas pedal, and the Cobra shot forward like one of her bullets. But it still wasn’t enough; the target had both a huge head start and a complete disregard for road safety.
Then again, thought Rally, those in glass houses…
“We’ll never catch this guy! ” May moaned.
“Not in a straight race we won’t,” Rally replied. “Get the map from the glove compartment and see if there’s anywhere we can cut him off. Until then, I just gotta keep him in my sights.”
“You got it, Rally.”
Minnie May sipped from her coffee cup as she studied the road map. Listening to her drink, Rally started to feel a pang of regret about downing hers in one gulp that morning. It wasn’t that it was making her jittery (she wasn’t a morning person and needed her daily caffeine), but rather its other effects. Earlier, she had just finished her breakfast when May burst in with a lead on the target. As a result, Rally had rushed out the door without a chance to visit the bathroom. Now, the coffee’s diuretic effects were starting to make themselves unpleasantly clear.
Crossing her legs wasn’t really an option while driving, so Rally had to make do with fidgeting in her seat and praying the chase would be over soon.
“Any luck, May?” she asked with more than a hint of desperation in her voice.
“Not yet, sorry,” came Minnie May’s reply, much to Rally’s dismay. “Hey Rally, are you okay? You look a little… twitchy.”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Rally lied, squirming in her seat. “I just really want to catch this bastard.”
She could feel the urge to pee getting worse and worse. The contents of her bladder were begging for release, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold them back.
Please, please hurry, Rally silently begged.
“Got it!” May cried suddenly, giving Rally a shock and nearly causing her to leak. “He’s heading for the I-90 North. If you take this next left, then the third right, you’ll be on the South and you’ll run right into him!”
“On it,” said Rally, snaking the Cobra around the sharp turn.
The shortcut took them through some poorly-paved back roads. Rally winced as each bump jostled her bladder, which felt like it would give out at any minute.
“Shit!” cried Minnie May as they went over a particularly large pothole. The last of her coffee hit the windshield, and it was the loud splashing sound that finally pushed Rally over the edge.
“Oh no,” she moaned as she felt a warm spurt release into her underwear.
Dammit! thought Rally. I’m seconds away from completely pissing myself! I’ll ruin the seats! She looked frantically for a solution. What if I- no! I can’t! Another spurt, longer this time, leaked out. Oh, screw it!
“Minnie!” Rally cried. “Pull down my pants!”
“What?” May shrieked. “Are you high?”
“Just do it, I can’t get a hand free!” Rally ordered. “Panties too!”
Red-faced, May obliged, yanking Rally’s pants and underwear down to her ankles in one swift tug.
“Now hand me your coffee cup!” Rally shouted.
“Okay,” said May, handing it over, “but I don’t see- Oh no. You gotta be joking!”
A loud hissing noise informed her that no, Rally was not joking. As soon as she got the cup the desperate driver had held it up to her crotch, one hand keeping it in place, one on the steering wheel. Rally’s bladder had instantly let go, and was now gratefully emptying itself into the cup. She moaned with relief as she peed, and would have closed her eyes in bliss if she weren’t driving. Her stream continued for a solid 30 seconds, and she was starting to worry about overflowing, but then the stream started to turn to dribbles. The last drop plopped in with a sense of finality, and Rally sighed.
“Holy shit, that felt good.”
“Rally! The turn!”
Rally cursed again and swung the car around, narrowly avoiding the curb. She got on the ramp to the I-90, where she soon saw the target’s Cadillac approaching from the opposite direction. Minnie May drew her Glock and fired four expertly placed shots, blowing out the car’s tires. The driver screamed as he spun out of control and hit the guardrail. As traffic swerved to avoid the accident, Rally pulled up alongside him. Unsteady and bleeding from a gash on his head, the target staggered out of his car.
“Freeze!” shouted Rally, aiming her CZ 75 pistol at him. The man took one look at her and burst out laughing. For a moment, Rally wondered what was so funny. Then she felt a breeze between her legs and realized, to her horror, that she had forgotten to pull her pants back up in the excitement of the chase.
“Goddammit!” Rally screamed. She quickly covered her modesty with her spare hand, but the man kept laughing. Incensed, Rally grabbed the coffee cup from her car and tossed its contents into his face.
“What the hell was that?” cried the man. “Wait. This is piss! It-”
She shut him up with a swift blow to the head, knocking him unconscious.
Rally silently fumed as she and Minnie May drove back, their target tied up in the back seat.
“Aw, cheer up,” said May. “We got the bounty, didn’t we? That’s this month’s electric bill taken care of!”
“I guess” said Rally. “Just promise not to mention the details when we turn him in.”
“Got it,” said May. There was an awkward pause before she continued. “Oh, and Rally?”
“Yeah?”
“When you, uh, threw your pee in his face…”
“Spit it out,” Rally ordered.
“I think he might’ve, you know, gotten off to that.”
“Shut up, May.”
“Sorry.”
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Stay tuned for more! |
Eddie and Mia Part 2:
(includes male and female desperation and wetting, and description of sexual relations)
((sorry, wrote this all stream (hehe) of consciousness, i'm half asleep))
As he gripped his penis with both hands, he felt the entire shaft full of pee. He was about to lose it. Grunting, he sat up in bed, and gingerly stood up, feeling the bowling ball of a bladder in his lower abdomen. Hobbling around their queen-sized bed, he reached the bathroom door and clung to it, bent over. Feeling the pee squeeze out of his sphincter, he banged on the door and whimpered. Mia, surprised at the sound of her prince in pain, steps out of the shower, completely naked, and unlocks the doorknob.
As she opens the door, she stares in disbelief at Eddie, bent over, both hands gripping between his legs, his pajama pants on the ground, his briefs slightly damp, and an unmistakable tent of erection only partly hidden by his desperate state. Mia felt her breath catch in her throat, disbelieving her eyes as her ultimate fantasy was becoming true in front of her.
Eddie, although hunched in desperation, was probably the most aroused he had ever been in his entire life. He looked at his very obviously aroused girlfriend, and managed a grimace of a grin. Mia gently took one of his hands away despite another whimper from Eddie, and led him gently into the shower. Closing the sliding glass door to the shower stall, the couple let their eyes feast over each other. Another wave hit Eddie as the first drops of piss broke the seal. Mia watched as a single drop ran down Eddie’s leg. Feeling a primal instinct take over, she embraced her boyfriend, kissing him passionately. Surprised, Eddie let another drop come out, intensifying everything tenfold.
The enjoyment he was feeling surpassed everything he had experienced to date, and he could tell that Mia would agree with him. Mia crouched down, feeling her still-full bladder protest as her peehole pulsed with pleasure. She slid down Eddie’s briefs, and squeezed his tip shut. Eddie took his hands away tentatively, looking at Mia with searching eyes, as if asking if he could trust her to keep him closed. Smiling, Mia let him sit there for a moment, and suddenly let go. Pee shot out of him like a hose, firing straight up at the ceiling of the shower. Gasping, Eddie hunched over, still forcefully pissing, and slowly regained control.
“Feels a little better?” Mia asked.
“Yes,” gasped Eddie.
“Good.”
Now a little more relieved, Eddie was more confident he could hold on a little longer. But not much. Mia herself was quite desperate again, especially after witnessing Eddie’s moment of forceful relief. She reached down and squeezed her lady parts as she squirmed slightly. Eddie chuckled, unaware of his girlfriend’s secret predicament, since she had just peed a minute ago, right?
Mia, still holding Eddie’s member, kissed the tip and took his length in her mouth. Gasping in pleasure, Eddie steadied himself against the shower railing, warm water still raining down on them both. Mia, thoroughly enjoying herself as well, ran her tongue over his length, feeling it’s stiffness of pee and arousal. She started moving faster, and Eddie felt as if she was trying to suck the pee right out of him.
“o-OH,” He moaned as he felt piss escape again.
Mia felt a sudden hot jet of liquid escape his penis, and she let it run out of her mouth. Taking Eddie’s involuntary reaction as encouragement, she moved faster and faster, feeling his member twitch and struggle. Jet after jet escaped, each one more powerful than the next, as she kept her mouth slightly open to allow them to escape and travel down the shower drain. (Both she and Eddie loved making love to one another, but neither enjoyed consuming anything produced by the act.) Eddie was moaning in pleasure as he felt control lose his body, almost an entire day’s worth of piss getting ready to fire out.
“I’m about to pee-ee!” He yelled out,
Mia gave one last powerful suck, and aimed his member down as control left her amazing prince. Eddie gasped in perfect euphoria, and relaxed his muscles. Mia stood up, still holding Eddie’s penis, and kissed the base of his neck. She felt his member stiffen more, and piss started shooting out of it in a thick stream. Amazed, she kissed him more and more passionately, as she felt his body relax. Almost a minute and a half later, he finally slowed and stopped.
“I need you inside me,” Mia whispered breathily in his ear.
Pushing her to the shower wall, Eddie quickly entered her, feeling how ready and wet she already was. Something was different, though. She appeared more tight, much tighter than usual, and she gasped in pleasure and pain.
“Are you pregnant?” Eddie whispered as they made love. Mia laughed at her boyfriend’s gentleness of even a question such as that.
“No,” she replied. Although I wish I was.
Gently and lovingly, Eddie kissed her forehead and resumed the passion they were enjoying. Feeling himself closer and closer to the edge, Mia experienced a similar sensation, only from her bladder too. Tensing up, Eddie shot his seed deep inside Mia as she came to orgasm simultaneously, clawing at his back and curling her toes. Suddenly, as the wave of pleasure washed over Mia, she felt her bladder release as piss fought to escape the hole it had been confined to.
Feeling as though her pee was about to rip a new peehole by the sheer volume that was escaping, she fully let go and immersed herself in orgasmic bliss once more. Shocked, Eddie looked down as he felt his girlfriend relax. Clear pee shot out between her legs at a force Eddie didn’t believe to be possible. Still inside her, he felt the earlier tightness start to diminish.
Realising his beautiful queen had been this desperate the whole time, he kissed her so passionately, neither could breathe. Laughing, Mia pulled away to get a breath in, and sank into Eddie’s arms as they both slid down the wall onto the floor. Still deflating forcefully, Mia closed her eyes and laid her head against his chest, feeling his fast pulse on her ear. In awe, Eddie reached down and felt her stream of pee against his finger, feeling the hole from which it sprung forth. Mia curled up against him, hugging his neck and chest as she straddled his upper thigh, still peeing.
At the same time, both of their lifelong fantasies had come true, on an unsuspecting Tuesday morning at 6:30 am. Both being near-empathic, especially with each other, words weren’t needed. They both understood the others’ enjoyment and desire for each other and what had happened, and that was all that mattered.
As Mia finally stopped gushing pee against Eddie’s leg, he leaned his head back against the tiled wall, and sighed the most contented sigh he had ever sighed, as Mia looked at him and smilied. |
Part3:
After they had both showered properly and gotten dressed, they each went off to face reality. Eddie walked the half mile walk to the subway stop near their apartment and Mia stared into the microwave at her mug of water heating up for tea. Both doing what they'd done hundreds of times before, but both buzzing with newfound excitement. They had agreed after their shower to have a casual date night that night. However, neither of them knew that the other was going to be secretly desperate the whole time. As Eddie sat in the train car, soothed by the motion on the tracks, his member twitched as he thought about being desperate to pee next to his amazing girlfriend. He wondered if she really was into it as much as he was. He hoped to find out soon.
Mia had gotten lost in thought staring at her mug through the microwave rotating around and around. She was picturing her prince's bulging bladder from the morning, she could see the pee at the tip of his dick, dripping in desperation. She was hearing his erotic gasps as he started to lose control despite his death grip on the head.
As Mia sipped on her hot tea, she decided that today was going to be one of her no-bathroom days. She wanted to be perfectly desperate for date night. Maybe she could plan her desperation to see if Eddie was actually into omo or if he had just been humoring her earlier.
They both went about their days; Mia was doing some work around the house and drinking mug after mug of tea, and Eddie was at his desk calling into meetings for a large bond deal his firm was financing for the next municipality over. He was taking full liberty of the coffee machine next to his office, and had lost count of how many cups he had downed. One hand on his full bladder, he looked at the clock: 4:45pm. Only 30 more minutes until he could leave and come home to his beautiful bride. Realizing he was quite desperate, he decided he should probably let a little piss out before he left the office, so he wouldn't be worrying about passing himself on the train ride back home. He could fill up more at the house if he needed to.
Meanwhile, Mia was fidgeting on the arm of the couch as she finished her caseload notes from the long shift she had the day before. She was determined to hold everything back until dinner, but she too was realizing how long it would be until then. She had a strong bladder and an even stronger composure, but she knew her limits and this would be pushing right up against them.
About 15 minutes later, Mia started as she felt a little pee come out. She was so engrossed in the tests she would order for her patient's unilateral lower abdominal pain, that she lost focus on her bladder for a second. That did it for her, she just needed to get dressed and order some food, but there was no way she could focus on her work any longer. Not with the brick in her bladder.
Eddie was getting ready to leave too, as he packed up his backpack with some work he wanted to take home. He gave himself a little squeeze to help him hold, and he walked out the door. As he made it to the station and swiped his card, he realised…
"Damn! I forgot to pee a little out before I left!"
He was going to have to hold it until dinner.
Mia was looking anxiously at the clock above the stove, waiting for Eddie to come down the street. She was pacing, straddling the arm of the couch, squeezing her lips down there together, getting more and more excited.
Finally, Mia saw Eddie turn the corner of their building (they lived on the second floor) and make his way up the block. Double-taking, she stared as she saw the outline of his hand in his pocket, not-so-discretely holding his member. She had to be imagining it again. Not twice in one day. That was too much.
Feeling immediately aroused at the sight of her boyfriend, she pressed one last time against her pulsing peehole, and gathered herself. This was going to be an amazing dinner.
Eddie laughed as he opened the door. There was his gorgeous princess, dressed in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, sitting at the table in front of a huge extra cheese pizza with half pepperoni and two cokes. Mia gestured for him to get ready so they could eat.
"This is my kind of date," said Eddie, smiling.
"I know, peanut," Mia replied, kissing him on the cheek
Eddie changed into similar attire and joined his girlfriend. Mia listened to Eddie talk about the financing he was consulted on that day, and laughed as he cracked cringey jokes here and there. Eddie was actually enjoying himself as he talked, and admired Mia, who was absolutely glowing. However, neither of them could forget about their desperate situation, and both of them were getting increasingly turned on by the minute.
Mia, who already suspected Eddie's similar situation, was debating whether or not she should voice her desperation first; to hopefully initiate another scenario like the morning. As they started to clean up the dishes and bring them to the sink, she didn't need to debate much longer. As soon as Eddie turned the water on, a spurt escaped her tight sphincter. Mia gasped and doubled over, hands between her legs. Eddie, who was also affected by the water, spun around at Mia's exclamation and came up to help her, concerned. To his shock (and delight), he caught a glimpse of wetness between her legs, showing up well on the light grey of her sweatpants.
Red in the face, Mia winced as she looked up at Eddie, expecting disgust on his face. Instead, she locked eyes with him, a bemused expression on his face. She followed his eyes as he lowered his glance to his crotch, and laughed as he removed his hand to show a quarter-sized damp patch at the head of his penis.
Eddie helped her straighten up, and whispered to her ear,
"You know, I love you so much, pecan"
"Me too, peanut," Mia replied. "How long have you had to go?" She asked.
"I haven't peed since this morning, I've been drinking a lot too," Eddie whispered.
Smiling, Mia nodded, "Same. I saw you walking to the building and I swear I saw you holding yourself. I thought I was just doing wishful thinking, but were you?"
"Busted." Eddie laughed.
"Are you going to keep holding?" Mia asked, sweetly.
"For you or for me?" Eddie replied.
"Both."
"Yes."
The couple had made it onto the couch, and had the TV playing softly in the background as they kissed. Mia once again using Eddie's leg to put pressure on her peehole, massaged Eddie's erect member through his pants. With a moan, Mia whispered to Eddie in between kisses,
"I'm not sure how long I can hold it, peanut. For real."
"Mmmmmm" Eddie replied.
"No. I mean it, love. I'm desperate"
She could feel Eddie smiling through his lips, and he reached down and brushed against her bladder. Raising his eyebrows at it's firmness, he gently untied her drawstring and lowered her pants off. Now just in her underwear, Eddie could feel the cool dampness where she had leaked earlier, and he pressed against her soft parts. Relaxing into his touch, Mia swiftly removed her boyfriend's jeans too, dropping them around his ankles as they sat on the couch.
About a minute later, Mia felt her pee travel down her urethra. She shut it off at the edge, her peehole burning. Eddie felt her tense up, and reached down to her crotch. He placed his hand inside her panties, pressing up to feel her peehole.
Mia was really squirmy now, both of them entranced in the feeling of being desperate and turned on simultaneously. She started to feel her control slipping, but she still held on. Eddie kept his hand against her peehole, and basked in pleasure as his fingers felt a squirt of pee escape his struggling girlfriend's bladder. Mia gave a soft exclamation and tensed up as Eddie felt another longer spurt come out. A few drops soaked through her panties and fell onto the hardwood floor.
Realising they were still on the couch, Eddie came back to reality and whispered to Mia. He rushed off and got two spare plastic shower curtains that he had been given for whatever reason by his old roommates, and tied them around their mattress. The sheets could be cleaned, but the mattress and couch were more difficult. Hopping up and down from his own desperation, he rushed back to the couch and whispered to Mia,
"Can you hold it just a little longer?"
"Mmmmm" she replied, nodding. "I'll try my best."
Gently lifting her up, he carried his love to their bed, and removed her wet panties from her still-dripping crotch.
Lying down on the bed, Mia may have looked uncomfortable, but she was actually the most turned on she had probably ever been in her entire life. Eddie knew it too. But at the moment, her whole focus was on controlling the flood behind her exhausted sphincter.
Eddie took his erect penis out through his briefs, and gently entered Mia. He knew she wasn't going to be able to hold much longer, but he just had to test something. Feeling the same tight ball from the morning, he giggled, realising that each time he had felt that tightness inside her, it was because she was holding.
Unaware at her boyfriend having found out her most secretive secret, Mia removed her hands and clawed at his back in pure desperation.
"O-oh my god-d" she moaned breathlessly, "I think I'm about to burst, Eddie"
His eyes darting around the room landed on their towels hanging next to the bathroom door. He jumped out of the bed, losing a long spurt of pee, having forgotten again of his full bladder. Grabbing himself, he snatched their two towels and her empty tea mug from the table. He flopped back into bed, and placed the towels under Mia's leaking pussy. Pressing the towels up against her peehole, he found her mouth and embraced her with a kiss.
"Let go, pecan" he said
"Mmmmm-m" Mia grunted, her breath catching in her throat.
Feeling the towel becoming saturated, Eddie listened to the hiss of her pee rushing out of her, feeling the force of the stream against his hand. His other hand was glued to his now-damp member, which was starting to falter in holding back the flood. As Mia's bladder deflated, one of her hands wandered down and found Eddie's tightly-held penis. Stroking the base, she moved her hand gently across the shaft with her surgeon-like grace and airiness.
Finally empty, Mia plopped the soaked towels off the bed, splattering them onto the second shower-curtain on the floor.
"You really do need to pee," Mia remarked as she could finally take in the sight before her: Eddie was lying on his back, squirming around with one hand gripping the head of his penis, the other still pressing against her pussy lips. Desperation on his face, but pure bliss in his eyes, as small drops started to escape.
"Mm-hmm" Eddie murmured.
Mia lowered her head again and licked his shivering shaft, as Eddie gasped in pleasure. For the second time that day, she removed his tight hold, and pressed her tongue right on his slit, feeling all the pressure behind it.
"Hold it for me, baby" she whispered as she started to take in his length.
Straining, Eddie grabbed handfuls of the sheets next to him, allowing himself to be taken into the realm of pleasure as his girlfriend sucked his dick.
"You-you're going to suck the piss right out of me, pecan!" Eddie gasped.
Mia laughed as she did indeed feel some pee escape into her mouth. Letting it run out of her mouth like before, she continued to move back and forth, back and forth.
"A-AH" Eddie exclaimed, as Mia felt a small but powerful jet hit her tongue. And then another. And then a thick burst of pee with a hiss.
"I can't hold it anymore! It's gonna come out! Honey, please! The cup!" Eddie yelled.
Mia grabbed his dick and squeezed the tip closed as she reached over to the nightstand for her mug. She rushed his member over to the mouth of the mug, with a "sphhhhhshhh" as it exploded with pee right when she let go.
"Aaaaaahhhhh-hhhh" Eddie moaned.
Within seconds, the mug was full. Panicking, Mia roused her boyfriend back to reality.
"Peanut, you're gonna need to cut it off so I can empty the mug. It's full!"
"I- I don't think I can…!" Eddie replied with a grunt.
"Well at least try to slow it down a little while I run to the bathroom"
"Mmmmmmm-aaaAAA-okay" Eddie strained, trying to slow his fire-hose of a penis.
Mia jumped off of the bed and rushed to the shower where she dumped the mug into the tub. Rushing back, she slipped on the wet floor from her pee-towels and slid into the bed.
Jumping back up, Mia found Eddie's concerned and startled look, and rushed to place the mug under his dick. Exploding again, Eddie barely had time to aim it as it shot piss into the air. As it overflowed, neither of them cared, and Mia laughed as her cup runneth over.
"You okay?" Eddie asked, still concerned from her fall.
Mia just laughed in response, watching her boyfriend's face full of pleasure, concern, and amusement.
Eddie took that as a yes, and embraced his love for the second time that day, forcefully pissing his entire bladder, straight up into the air |
Part 4:
Since discovering their fetish in common, Mia and Eddie had unfortunately not had much time to explore it together. They however started a routine where if they needed to pee, and being desperate didn’t inconvenience them at work, they would hold until they got home to have fun. This prompted the couple to invest in plastic mattress covers and semi-waterproof sheets. But work was busy for both of them, especially Mia who was finishing her 3rd year at medical school. It wasn’t uncommon for Mia to only sleep a few hours a night while studying for her finals.
One night, Eddie awoke to the light on in the living room again. Quietly getting out of bed, he tip-toed into the other room to see his girlfriend fast asleep with her textbook open again on the couch. Sighing, he brought a blanket to cover her and closed her book with a bookmark. He wished these finals would just get over with; but he knew Mia would study them to death. He was so proud of her: working so hard. He just wished she would relax every now and then.
And with that, an idea popped into his sleepy brain. Mia was going to be studying the whole weekend, and while Eddie was planning on going in to work, he figured he could bring his work home and prepare something special for her.
The next day, Friday, Eddie came home with his whole briefcase in tow.
“Eddie, I thought you would be late today! We need to get you a new backpack, peanut. That one is bursting at the seams!” Mia remarked.
“Briefcase… not backpack,” Eddie mumbled as Mia smirked. “Well, I thought I’d keep you company for a little bit,” Eddie replied.
Smiling her famous smile, Mia lifted one end of the blanket she was under, gesturing to him to join her. Sighing in comfort, Eddie slided in next to her, enjoying the warmth and familiar scent of his girlfriend.
For the next three hours, Eddie was constantly drinking. Water, juice, wine, almost everything he could get his hands on. Mia, of course, noticed. Playfully prodding, she whispered,
“You know, excessive thirst is a symptom of diabetes, according to this chapter.”
Eddie smiled in response. “Well, you’re studying hard, so I decided I might as well put myself to some use around here,”
Mia slipped her hand under the waistband of Eddie’s shorts and was immediately stirred to attention by the rock under his skin.
“How badly do you need to go?” Mia asked.
“Mph- pretty badly now, I’d say” Eddie grunted as he positioned himself on the couch. “But I can wait for now. You’re not the only one enjoying this, you know.”
Giggling, Mia turned her attention back to her endocrinology chapter. “You have no idea how much dedication it takes to study when I know you’re like this, peanut,”
“I-I’m sure, peanut,” Eddie whispered, as Mia’s hand still pressed gently against his full bladder.
Almost a full hour later, Mia had taken her online assessment for the unit, and was reviewing patient notes for her rounds on Monday. Meanwhile, Eddie was jiggling his legs as he played video games next to her. He could feel the pressure rising in his bladder. He felt like his entire abdomen was taken up by the organ now. Mia too was noticing how much he bulged. She felt regular twinges of pleasure in her lady parts as Eddie grunted. She now had a hand constantly over his penis, enjoying its desperate dance.
Eddie continued playing until he felt something escape. He couldn’t tell if it was ejaculate or piss, but Mia noticed too and she ripped his shorts off. Looking at his briefs, tiny drops of pee were trickling out of him, no matter what he did to contain them. He took off his underwear too, and they both stared at his member, mesmerised. Mia started playing with the base of his penis, as Eddie leaned his head back in pleasure and pain. Drip after drip escaped, Mia stopped and took in the sight before her. There was her perfect boyfriend, wearing only a t-shirt, sitting back on their couch with his headphones still on connected to the game. He had some muscles, but not extreme, and an average stomach until her gaze settled on his bladder. It bulged out maybe two inches more than normal size, ending only at the base of his semi-hard penis which was still dripping piss. Placing a hand gently on his lower stomach, Mia relished in it’s tensing muscles, the battle between control and release.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” Eddie whispered into her ear, “we need to move...the couch will get wet”
Standing up, Mia helped Eddie to his feet as they gingerly walked towards the bedroom. Passing the bathroom door, a jet of piss shot out of Eddie’s penis.
“A-ahh” Eddie moaned as he turned for the bathroom instead. Rushing inside, the couple settled in the bathtub; Mia sitting at one end, and Eddie squatting at the other, a vice grip over his member.
“Hold it for me, baby” Mia whispered, pleasuring herself.
“It’s c-coming out, pecan,” Eddie replied.
Mia opened her eyes and leaned into Eddie, her mouth finding his. Eddie opened himself into her kiss, embracing the love of his life. Eddie layed down along the floor of the tub, Mia positioning herself on top.
A thick stream of piss poured out of Eddie’s penis, and as he struggled to regain control, Mia pinned his hands to his side.
“I can’t c-control it!!” Eddie exclaimed.
“Then don’t,” Mia replied.
“A-aaaahh-h” Eddie strained as he submitted to the pure pleasure of relief. The thickest stream Mia had ever seen was erupting from her boyfriend’s penis. It fired against the smooth wall of the tub, washing the white basin, and gurgling into the drain. She could swear she was feeling his bladder deflate by the second as its contents fought for their way out. Breathing heavily, the two kissed passionately as Eddie finally emptied. |
Part 5:
Despite their high level of comfort with their fetish in common, everyday life was taking its toll on their free time. Neither of the two had had so much as a free weekend day in over a month. Finally, they decided to take a few days off, combined with a weekend, and relax. They couldn’t really go anywhere because of the recent increase in Covid cases in their area, but their plans didn’t call for anything other than water bottles and Netflix.
They decided to take turns with rapid desperation the first day, so they could fully enjoy the experience from both sides. Eddie decided to go first.
As he drank his third water bottle, Mia snuggled up next to him under a blanket and turned their TV on to Netflix. Along with their shared interests in omorashi, they were both unapologetically Star Trek nerds. The multiple series were perfect to binge over a long weekend. Starting with the original, of course, the couple settled in and became engrossed in the plot while Eddie’s bladder was silently filling.
3 hours and equally as many episodes later, Eddie was occasionally squeezing his penis under the blanket. Mia was torn between Where No Man has Gone Before, one of her favorite episodes, and her boyfriend starting to sweat. She placed her hand gently over his lower abdomen and caressed his bladder as he moaned.
She replaced his hand over his penis with her own and squeezed it, feeling it’s semi-hardness through his pants.
“Ugh peanut, I don’t know how much longer I can hold this,” Eddie whispered.
“Keep trying, babe. You look so hot” Mia whispered into his ear.
As their third episode concluded, Mia paused the show and turned her full attention to Eddie, who was close to his limit already. He untied his sweatpants and lowered them to his ankles, allowing his bladder to expand a little more. Mia passed her fingertips over the slightly red indentation the elastic band had made on his bulging bladder. As she gently rubbed his growing cock, she felt it start to twitch as he attempted to hold back the flood which was now travelling down its length and waiting with anticipation at his peehole. He grunted and tensed, while his penis twitched upwards and shot a small stream of pee into the fabric of his briefs. Mia, who was now incredibly turned on, pulled down his briefs as Eddie leaked a tiny bit more. With a few pee droplets running down his penis, and his hands balled at his tightly pressed thighs, he leaned in to kiss his girlfriend.
“Hold it for me?” Eddie asked, moaning.
“Of course, my darling,” Mia replied as she moved one finger to cover his peehole.
Relaxing just a little more with some pressure over his peehole, Eddie moved his hands up Mia’s side, feeling her bra straps and her soft breasts. As he squeezed her erect nipples, she moaned and removed her hand from his penis.
“a-Ah,” Eddie grunted as a jet of pee escaped and splattered onto the table in front of them.
He now used one hand to grab his twitching dick, and the other to rest on his full bladder as he motioned to get up; they hadn’t tried rapid desperation before and weren’t prepared for Eddie to piss while on the couch. Mia handed Eddie the towel they had brought as a precaution and he brought it to his penis tip very quickly and held it there. As they stood up to go into the bathroom, Mia heard a violent “HISSZZZPHH” as a strong jet shot out of Eddie’s penis and he cut it off with all his muscles.
“Oh my god,” Eddie said, laughing.
“Mmmm,” Mia moaned with pleasure. “Why didn’t we try this earlier?”
“I actually can’t focus on anything, baby,” Eddie said. “I can feel it right at the tip, and the pressure keeps getting worse. I’m literally sweating!” he said, amused.
“Okay. Okay. Let’s get you into the bathroom at least,” Mia said, remembering their carpeted floors. “I’ll go open the door and get things ready, but you better not piss any more, I want to feel it come out!”
“Okay,” Eddie replied, laughing.
Mia ran to the closet, grabbed a few more towels, threw one over to Eddie, who was hobbling at nearly a 90 degree angle towards the bathroom door. Mia opened it and helped her hunched boyfriend into the room.
“Okay,” Mia said, “Now, the question is, do you want to go in the toilet or the bathtub?”
“Unghhh” Eddie replied as he felt his penis go numb momentarily and heard a loud PSSHHFZZZZZT as another longer jet blasted out into the hand towel he had balled up at the end of his penis. Slightly panicking, he removed the towel to reveal his desperate member shooting out jets uncontrollably in an almost rhythmic pattern. Each time he cut one jet off, another would already be on its way out. The splattering on the tiled floor became too much for his bladder to bear, and a long stream shot out. As he tried to cut it off, it would become thinner and flatter, but it maintained its force. He aimed his penis into the sink next to him and tried to slow the stream so it wouldn’t splash up around the basin, but as Mia put her hands around his waist lovingly, he decided to relax and relieve the clear pee from his full abdomen. |
Part 5b
(sorry for the lack of activity, I’m going to try to get back into it. College is BUSY)
Now it was Mia’s turn.
By the end of Eddie’s fiasco, Mia had already chugged 3 full water bottles and a full mug of hot chocolate. After Eddie had pissed his brains out, Mia was starting on her 4th and 5th water bottles as they snuggled up for more Star Trek. Since neither of them had done rapid desperation before, they had no idea how quickly the water would catch up to them, or that 5 water bottles would be wayyy too much for Mia’s bladder. But, since they were both still incredibly turned on, they were in for a treat.
After about 30 minutes, Mia’s already full bladder was starting to stretch fast. As she changed positions slightly to get more comfortable, she winced as her waistband cut into her stomach.
“Oomph,” she grunted, placing a hand between her legs.
Excited, Eddie looked at her with a smile.
“Not just yet, babe,” Mia replied, laughing at Eddie’s mischievous and boyish expression.
Feigning disappointment, Eddie placed a hand on top of hers at the crotch of her sweatpants, and pulled her closer to him.
Enjoying the feeling of her bladder filling, Mia rested her head against her boyfriend’s chest, feeling full of euphoria and happiness. She really needed this break from work and life.
This feeling of peace was short-lasted, of course, as a sudden and strong contraction of her bladder forced an unexpected spurt of piss out of her urethra. Mia gasped. Laughing, Eddie exclaimed,
“Dang! That was powerful! I felt that through your pants!”
Eddie pushed his hand in between her vagina lips, to help ease the pressure his girlfriend must have been feeling at her peehole.
“Aaaaaahhgh,” Mia moaned as she grinded up against Eddie’s firm hold.
It was Eddie who now paused the episode, and turned his attention fully towards Mia. His bladder throbbed sympathetically, having just experienced what Mia was now going through. Mia laughed seeing her boyfriend’s penis twitch through his new briefs, which he had changed after his relieving piss earlier.
“You may want to take those off, they’re nice and dry,” Mia said playfully.
Eddie, who was thinking the same thing, was already removing them, letting his hardening penis flip out of the elastic waistband.
“Oh my god, I can barely breathe,” Mia sighed into Eddie’s shoulder, feeling as if she was pregnant with piss.
“Danggg!” Eddie exclaimed excitedly, pointing at her distended bladder.
“Oh my god,” Mia laughed painfully, “I don’t think it’s ever been that big!”
Eddie’s expression switched from glee to concern as Mia took off her pants. She really looked pregnant.
“Are you okay, peanut?” he asked softly into her ear.
“Shivering with pleasure, Mia nodded, “Mhm hmm. But I think I should probably start going over to the bathroom now.”
Eddie grabbed one of the extra towels they had, and replaced his hand with it at Mia’s crotch, which she happily grinded against, preparing to stand up. Eddie jumped up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a 2-cup measuring jug from the cabinet and placing it in the bathtub, which Mia was struggling to step into. Eddie gently lifted her over the lip of the tub, careful not to press on her bulging bladder.
“Here, help me undress,” Mia moaned, pressing the towel even harder against her peehole.
Eddie lifted her loose shirt, which he noticed was actually one of his which had gone missing, and laughed. He took a moment to fully take in his beautiful girlfriend standing in the bathtub. He knew Mia was always self-conscious of her body, but he never understood it. In his mind, there was nothing more beautiful in the entire world than Mia. All of her imperfections were simply perfect to him. Here is what she didn’t like about her body: She was a little overweight, with love handles, thick thighs, a soft stomach with some stretch marks, freckles on her face and arms, slight scars lining her inner arms and thighs marking many years of stress and depression (which Eddie would caress when Mia would come home stressed, reminding her and himself the power of simply being there for her), slightly yellow teeth marking years of tea and juice, slight acne scars marking a normal teenage-hood, and often-unshaven legs from her busy life as a medical student. Most of all, her inner vagina lips were longer than her outer ones, this being the thing she was most insecure about. It took a year for her to be comfortable enough for Eddie to see her naked. Each of these features she was terrified Eddie would hate, when in reality, Eddie adored all of them. Each of them showed him that Mia was a real and genuine human being, and he loved her for it. Each time he would see her, he would swell in pride and love knowing she was comfortable enough with him to show him her real self. He never even thought twice about any of those ‘ugly parts’ as Mia called them. He loved to grab her love-handles, her soft stomach and thighs made cuddling all the more comfortable, he loved her smile and her whole face in general, and her pussy lips made it so there was more contact on his dick when they would fuck, which actually made it more pleasurable for him. She once mentioned thinking of a cosmetic labiaplasty, which he discovered was only because she thought he didn’t like her lips. She still would occasionally shrink away every once in a while, thinking he was just being kind or faking liking her, which he would spend however long it took to convince her of the truth: he loved every part of her, and then they would cuddle until she calmed down.
All of this played through Eddie’s mind as he took a moment to adore the sigh before him. His beautiful girlfriend, half-smiling at him through her desperation, desperately pushing a towel up against her peehole. Her bladder was completely full, all the way down to her pussy, where he could just imagine a urethra full of piss throbbing at the entrance, just a nanometer away from relief.
“Eddie,” Mia gasped, getting him out of his trance of admiration. “Please,”
Eddie replaced the towel with his finger, taking a second to find the exact entrance to her hole during which a tiny stream of piss escaped making a quiet “Pshhhhipz”
“A-aaah-h” Mia groaned , clenching her hand around Eddie’s forearm.
“oOh- My God!” she gasped, “It’s coming out! I can feel it going down to my peehole right now!”
Eddie moaned, loving the play-by-play
“Aaaaaaah it’s right there,” Mia gasped, gesturing frantically to her pussy. Eddie felt a small trickle escape around his tightly pressed finger. “Ohhhh-hhhh Aahhh” Mia continued.
Eddie almost came right there, all of this was too much for him.
Mia grabbed his hand and yanked it away as an immediate jet of piss flew out into the jug Eddie strategically placed in between her legs at the floor of the tub.
A “PSSSSHHZHZHIPPIIPPP” filled the small bathroom as her stream shot out, hitting the inside of her pussy lips as it violently escaped. Mia staggered against the force erupting from her bladder, and leaned against Eddie for stability.
Oh. My. God.” Eddie said in awe, watching the spectacle before him. Here was his 5’2’’ girlfriend, standing with her legs wide apart in their bathtub, with the thickest stream of pee he had ever seen, erupting out of her like a firehose. He looked down and saw the jug about to overflow.
“Peanut! Clamp it for just a second! I need to empty the mug!”
“Ughhhh!” Mia cried, as she placed her hand to stop the flow, getting jerked out of her trance of relief. Eddie glanced at her bladder, still bulging incredibly. Her flow stopped with a “FSSHHzzzp” and her peehole gurgled slightly as pee continued to drip out.
Eddie quickly dumped the full jug into the drain and replaced it back between her legs.
“Okay, continue!” Eddie said as Mia let go once more.
And so she continued, through two more jug emptyings to make a total of over 1.2L of pee from her bladder.
As she finished up, Eddie wiped the last drops of pee from her pussy with his hand, feeling some smooth and slippery mucus alos dripping. He smiled to himself, as Mia shuddered in relief, collapsing into him.
After getting cleaned up, the couple clambered into bed, and had the most intense and loving sex they had ever had. Exhausted and having gotten absolutely nothing done that day other than indulge their desires, they slept soundly, both bladders filling quietly as they rested, getting ready for day 2, |
Okay this is my longest edition yet, and my most involved. I hope you like it.
Part 6
The couple had spent the next day giving their bladders a break, to avoid actually injuring themselves. They both sported adult pull-ups and whenever they felt the urge, they simply let go, feeling the warm hissing of their bladders deflating.
However, their still newfound fetish in common was producing too much excitement for them to bear, and the day after their diapers they planned to do more desperation. However, a friend of Mia’s, Kayla and her husband Dion, invited them to the movies at the last minute. Mia and Eddie decided there would still be ample time to drink and hold later that day, so they happily obliged.
The night before their movies, Eddie and Mia partook in their relaxing and passionate love-making-before-bed that would calm them both down from a long day at their works, and Eddie, who was now frequently doing this with a comfortably full bladder, fell asleep before he could empty it.
He awoke from a deep sleep as Mia shook his shoulder, exclaiming that they would be late if he slept any longer.
“But…” Eddie groggily complained, “I have to pee, hang on a minute.”
“No time, peanut. Just pee when we get there. Hurry, put these clothes on,” Mia had grabbed a t-shirt and jeans from his closet for him. Eddie, still half asleep, hurriedly put on the clothes, tightening his belt one notch looser than normal, feeling his bladder slightly bulge.
He thought about the 30 minute trip to the movie theater downtown, feeling his bladder twinge slightly, and decided sleepily that he could wait until they arrived. Mia, meanwhile, was too focused on not being late and didn’t even notice Eddie’s need to pee. However, his need was still tolerable and almost comfortable for him.
As they drove closer to the theater, Eddie took a hand away from the wheel to rest in his lap, occasionally giving his penis a squeeze. Mia noticed this, of course, and placed her hand over his bladder to inspect it.
“How ya doin’?” Mia asked playfully, slightly poking the bulge.
“Ha ha,” Eddie replied before feigning desperation and hunching over dramatically, imitating Mia from a few nights ago.
Mia laughed and gave his penis a playful squeeze.
Once they entered, the couple became so engrossed in catching up with their friends and grabbing popcorn, that Eddie wound up forgetting completely about his bladder. He had become so comfortable with a full bladder at home, that it had become easier to hold his pee in public rather than look for a restroom.
It wasn’t until half an hour into their 2-hour movie that Eddie’s bladder twinged hard and demanded his attention again. Eddie had been drinking a water bottle he smuggled in from home (he never understood movie theater prices), and Mia was steadily sipping from an oversized movie theater cup of soda. Eddie grunted as he repositioned himself and brought his hand back up to his crotch. Mia glanced sideways at him, but her attention was still on the movie. She leaned into his shoulder.
After another 45 minutes or so, Eddie was starting to get nervous. He was really getting desperate. Everything was still tightly contained in his bladder, but he could feel it throb against his sphincter. Looking at his watch, he inwardly groaned, there was still an hour left.
After another 15 minutes of increasing desperation, Eddie hit his limit. He took one of his hands and squeezed his throbbing penis, keeping it there. Mia, now noticing, placed her hand back over his bladder and pressed gently without looking, not realizing how full Eddie was. Eddie grunted, and Mia immediately took her hand back, surprised at how much it had filled up since the car. Apologizing quietly, Mia asked him,
“Wow, Eddie. How are you doing?”
“Mhmm,” Eddie replied, leaning his head into Mia’s shoulder.
Rubbing Eddie’s back comfortingly, Mia understood his response. She knew Eddie didn’t like public restrooms, especially ones as commonly used as movie theaters. He was going to try to hold it until they were home.
With just half an hour left, Eddie felt the first drops of piss torture him at the tip of his penis, before being absorbed into his briefs. He squeezed harder.
“Babe,” he started, “It’s getting really hard now,”
Mia looked at him sympathetically, and gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“How much longer can you hold it?” she asked softly, feeling a little guilty for rushing him out of bed without a piss that morning.
“It’s already starting to come o-out,” Eddie replied, his voice catching in his throat as another few drops leaked out. “A-ahh,” he gasped, “I can feel it going down my penis right now!” he whispered, “It’s in the full length of my penis,” he continued in amazement, “if I let go, whatever’s in my dick will come out right away. My hand is the only thing stopping it.”
Mia, half aroused by this play-by-play, still regained enough control to think fast, chugging the rest of her soda and removing the cap and straw. With his free hand, Eddie unzipped his jeans and removed the top half of his dick from his underwear, with his other hand still holding his urethra shut at the tip. Mia covertly guided the large cup between his legs and held it there, covering Eddie’s lap with his jacket.
“Here, peanut.” Mia said, “Just pee a little to relieve the pressure.
Eddie didn’t need any encouragement, he let go of his hand and the piss flowed steadily. And then, as if someone was watching, the fire alarm rang.
Using his hand, Eddie cut off the flow as the lights turned back on and everyone groaned. They hurried and packed up, leaving the theater room to find one of the popcorn machines on fire.
Sighing, the two couples decided to leave the theater, Mia helping Eddie hobble with his hand still holding his member under his jacket.
After convincing her friends that she and Eddie would just go home, rather than wait for the rest of the movie, the half-desperate couple climbed into the car.
“I’ll drive,” Mia said as Eddie chuckled wryly, clinging to his dick openly now that they were out of public view.
“Shit!” Mia exclaimed, “I left the cup!”
Groaning, Eddie said, “Let’s just go home, it’s better now that I can use my hands.”
Mia glanced over at Eddie, hunched slightly in his seat, with his left hand in the waistband of his jeans, repeatedly squeezing his penis, while his other hand reached for the seatbelt. Although Mia was tempted to just sit in the parking lot and enjoy her boyfriend’s performance, she knew that he wouldn’t like pissing himself in the car. For the first 10 minutes of their 30 minute drive, Mia had half of her attention glued to Eddie’s worsening predicament; he hadn’t pissed since the evening before, she could hardly contain herself thinking of all the liquid inside his bladder, pressing up on his sphincter.
Eddie, on the other hand, was half enjoying his desperate feeling, but he still couldn't help feeling embarrassed being the only one desperate. Secretly, they both were hoping Eddie could make it home, so they could fully enjoy his desperation in the privacy of their own room.
Of course, as fate would have it, a sea of red taillights emerged from the street: traffic. Both Mia and Eddie groaned as they rolled to a stop. Mia reached over and removed Eddie’s belt to allow his bladder more room to expand.
“Thanks, pecan,” Eddie whispered, kissing her head. Eddie suddenly grunted as his bladder complained from his leaning over to Mia. He quickly tore his jeans down to his ankles and took his penis out from his briefs, tightly holding the tip closed. Mia giggled as Eddie grimaced back at her wryly.
“Oh grow up,” he remarked, “It’s not like you’ve never seen a penis before.”
Mia giggled again, saying “Yeah, but not one as handsome as yours.”
“Haha” Eddie grimaced again. “You only like it when it’s full of pee, don’t you?”
“Nahh,” Mia said, “But I like it much better this way.”
10 minutes passed. Then 10 more. Finally, traffic started rolling again. Mia, who had been gently stroking the base of Eddie’s penis, had to take her hand away to put back on the wheel. Eddie suddenly exclaimed and drew in a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Mia quickly looked down in time to see his penis twitch slightly and a thin jet of hot pee shot out and splattered against the dashboard. Eddie frantically pulled at his penis and placed it tightly between his legs.
Mia giggled yet again as Eddie sheepishly grunted an apology for the dashboard.
Mia kissed him on his cheek and said, “You’re super sexy, you know that right?”
“Aaaaaa” Eddie grunted, struggling more as his bladder continued filling. “I can literally feel the piss filling my stomach up.”
“Mmm” Mia responded, her eyes on the road as traffic started picking up speed.
40 minutes into their drive, with at least 20 more minutes to go, Eddie was turned on his side facing Mia, using both hands to grab his dick which was pulsing with need. Mia could hardly focus on the road as she listened to Eddie’s breathy moans as he tried harder than he’d ever tried to keep his pee in.
“I’ve never been this desperate before,” Eddie whispered, “I have to hold it all now, if I pee a little out, I won’t be able to control it. I can feel my urethra in my penis full of piss.”
“Ohh Eddie you have to stop with those descriptions unless you want me to get into an accident here,” Mia responded.
“I don’t know, an accident sounds kinda nice right about now,” Eddie said, smiling.
His breath caught in his throat as a series of small but high-powered spurts escaped, from the pee trapped in his penis. A barely audible “hisspsht” sounded as he squeezed harder to stem the flow.
Mia felt twinges and tingles of arousal in her lady parts, and moved around a little in her seat.
“I’m glad I can at least still entertain you,” Eddie remarked.
Following the spurts, Eddie rooted around in the glovebox until he found a small snack-sized plastic ziploc bag, which he placed around the tip of his penis to prevent the car getting more wet.
With just about 10 minutes left to go, Eddie was silent; completely focused on holding the largest volume he had ever tried to hold before. As the tip of his penis suddenly became warm and wet, he startled, thinking he somehow had lost control. But it was just the plastic bag slowly filling up with loose drops escaping. Mia took one hand away from the wheel to remove and seal the bag, which Eddie gingerly placed onto the floor. His penis was still shooting out small squirts of piss every couple seconds, but he could barely feel them.
Finally, they arrived at their building. Mia, excited beyond all measure, jumped out of the car and ran around to Eddie’s side. He slowly hobbled out. Upon attempting to straighten out, a SSSSHHPHTYSS filled the night air as he lost control for just a second before kneeling down, both hands grasping his penis as tightly as he could. “Here come quickly,” Mia rushed to unlock their door. Slowly hobbling inside, Eddie was leaving a trail of piss along the wall as he leaned against it for support moving towards the bathroom. To his horror, Mia closed the bathroom door and led him to their bedroom.
“Honey,” Eddie complained, “There’s no way I can hold it much longer.”
“I know, peanut,” Mia responded mischievously. “I put the special sheets on the bed,”
Eddie, who was already naked from his stomach down, hurriedly took off his shirt as Mia tore off her sweatpants and blouse. Clambering into bed, the half-desperate couple removed their unprotected blankets and embraced, Eddie still using both hands to hold his urethra shut. Hardening slightly, Eddie was able to let go of one hand since the pressure was helping to hold his piss in.
Mia guided Eddie’s penis towards her vagina, and he quickly entered her, finding her quite wet already from arousal. They both moaned at once, and Mia took Eddie’s other hand away from his twitching penis. Immediately, she felt a thick jet of hot piss shoot inside of her and she felt Eddie’s muscles bear down to stop the flow. Lying on top of Eddie, Mia placed one hand on his head and the other gently cupping his amazingly hard bladder, massaging it softly. Eddie had both hands grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he became overcome with the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. After a few thrusts, Mia came loudly and relaxed against Eddie’s tense body. Eddie, meanwhile, was shooting out regular jets of piss, still not affecting the intense pressure inside his bladder. As Mia recovered, she placed Eddie’s hand back on his penis quickly, saying
“Wait, try to hold on just a minute more, peanut. I have a surprise for you.”
Eddie obliged, straining hard to contain his 24 hours of desperate piss.
Mia ran to the bathroom and brought out a catheter and syringe set , already out of its packaging and sterile.
“I got it a few days ago, but now seems like a perfect time to use it!” She said excitedly.
Eddie, still confused, sat up gingerly.
“Here,” Mia continued, handing the huge syringe-end to Eddie. “You start peeing in this end, and push it into my bladder with the syringe. You’re going to have to control how much you pee, though. So it doesn’t overflow. Be gentle, since I already need to pee pretty bad,” Mia rubbed her slightly bulging bladder.
Eddie’s ears perked up like a dog’s after hearing that last part, “Okay, I’ll try,” he grunted as he quickly came into position. Mia took a small amount of lube and rubbed the end of the catheter and gently placed it into her peehole, gasping slightly.
Eddie, now red in the face with desperation, placed his penis into the opening of the syringe, and immediately started pissing forcefully. It filled up very quickly, and he had to take his penis out and stem the flow. He couldn’t stem it all the way, as a thin double-stream still escaped his clenching sphincter. He slowly pushed the syringe plunger. Mia moaned in pleasure as she felt the warm pee enter her bladder. Eddie started pissing more forcefully uncontrollably onto the bed, and he quickly aimed his penis back over the syringe. Filling it up again, he groaned loudly as his bladder started to give out. Mia reached towards him and squeezed his penis, stopping the flow for him. She smiled as she felt his penis become straight from the completely filled urethra inside it. Eddie groaned as his penis burned slightly with need, and he emptied this second syringe-full of piss into Mia’s rapidly expanding bladder.
“O-ohhhh,” Mia moaned as her bladder expanded much fuller than she expected, “I think I needed to pee worse than I thought,” she moaned. “This feels sooo full,”
Eddie was enjoying the simultaneous relief that pissing was giving him, and the knowing that Mia was filling up at the same rate he was unloading.
After the 5th syringe, Mia was moaning in pleasure and pain, and Eddie was uncontrollably pissing a stream between syringe-filling. His face was full of bliss as his bladder finally started to deflate.
“Look, Eddie.” Mia removed her hand from her abdomen to reveal the largest bulge Eddie had seen on her yet.
“Can you take one more?” Eddie asked, amazed
“You bet,” Mia responded.
In complete awe at his girlfriend’s holding capacity, Eddie unloaded not 1, not 2, but 3 more full syringes of piss into Mia. At that point, he was nearly empty, and Mia was struggling to keep everything in. Eddie finally filled the last syringe and pushed it into her bursting bladder. He pointed his penis down, and finished the last hundred milliliters or so onto their bed, sighing in much-needed relief. He reached down to remove the catheter, but Mia stopped him,
“No, that’s what’s helping me keep all this piss in,” Mia laughed gingerly, pinching the end of the tube shut. Eddie looked in amazement at his girlfriend’s peehole: a plastic tube coming out of it, with the inch or two of tube between her peehole and her hand crimping it shut, full of slightly yellow liquid. He was speechless with arousal. His hand reached up gently and cupped her incredibly hard bladder. Despite her slight chubbiness, he could see the entire outline of her bladder, full all the way down to where her pussy was.
“Ohh my god…” Mia closed her eyes with a look of pure pleasure. “I need you inside of me this instant,” she said to Eddie.
Without hesitation, Eddie placed his completely hardened penis into her vagina. He could feel how hard her bladder was from the inside; there was barely enough room for him inside her. From the entire evening of desperation, it took Eddie barely 10 seconds to cum.
Mia laughed softly, kissing Eddie passionately. Eddie removed his penis, and placed his index finger inside of her, and deviantly pressed her bladder from the inside. Mia gasped and bore down from the pressure. Eddie kissed her even harder, and removed the catheter from her urethra, while still pressing hard on her bladder from inside her vagina.
“Mmmmm, I can’t hold it!” Mia gasped, quickly reaching down reflexively to close her peehole shut with her hands. Eddie giggled and prevented her hands from reaching their destination.
“Eddie!” Mia moaned, “I won’t be able to hold it back! It’s- AH! It’s COMING OUT! I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER! MMMMMMM!” Mia clenched her eyes and fists shut as she tried to hold everything in.
“Just let go,” Eddie whispered in Mia’s ear. She shivered with pleasure and opened her beautiful brown eyes to stare into Eddie’s adoring face. He placed a hand over her vulva and momentarily got lost in her eyes, which were full of pain. The pain disappeared at once and was replaced by pure relaxation as the loudest HISSSSSSSSSPHHHSSSHSH filled the room. ‘There she is,’ Eddie thought to himself, smiling, ‘my very own firehose.’ as he felt the powerful stream explode from her labia. After what must have been 2 liters of piss and almost 3 minutes of pissing, Mia’s stream died down to a trickle which continued for some time. Neither of them noticed it was still going: they were too engrossed in passionate kissing, not minding laying in each other’s piss or the wall quietly dripping with piss. One thing was clear: neither of them had ever been more in love than right now. |
Part 7
(Sorry it took a while, I’m writing flow of consciousness too so it’s a little short)
A few weeks of busy work for both Eddie and Mia meant almost no time to relax with their shared fetish. But as the holidays were coming up, and Mia had a short break from med school for the holidays, they decided to take a long weekend together to relax.
Since it would be their first holiday season after discovering omorashi together, Mia wanted to do something nice for Eddie.
“A no toilet weekend??” Eddie repeated incredulously.
“Yep. We can take turns doing it, but neither of us can use the toilet to pee. We can hold it until we burst, or just let it out, but no peeing in the toilet.” Mia replied, smiling.
Eddie felt a childlike glee fill him as he giggled, hugging Mia.
Since Eddie had to work from home the Thursday before their weekend, Mia decided to be the first one to have the no-toilet restriction. She went shopping for more towels, a whole load of adult diapers, and more plastic mattress covers.
“I like what I see,” Eddie murmured, glancing away from his zoom meeting as she came in the door with the objects in tow.
Mia stripped in front of Eddie, giggling as she threw her panties on him and he reddened, turning off his zoom camera. Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes away from her almost naked body. Her skin looked so soft, and her breasts looked perfect under her bra. He could stare at her forever, her eyes twinkled, her smile lit up her face. He could swear she was actually emitting light from her body; glowing.
Mia grabbed a huge water bottle from the counter, placed a towel on the couch, got a book, and snuggled up next to Eddie on the couch as he tried to do his work. She placed his hand over her bladder and let him feel it deeply: it was definitely full, but not desperate yet. Eddie smiled and tried futilely to work on his spreadsheet.
About 45 minutes and almost 2L of water drank, Mia was squirming as she tried to read her book. Eddie had just about finished his spreadsheet, and was trying his hardest not to focus on Mia. Eventually he gave up and placed his hand again on Mia’s stomach, feeling the hardness of her bladder. She turned onto her side, straddled his thigh between her legs, and grinded up against his leg, to help her hold it. Eddie rubbed her outer thigh and gently caressed her bladder.
About 10 minutes of squirming later, Mia inhaled quickly and tightly squeezed her legs around Eddie’s, bearing down hard. She removed her crotch from Eddie’s leg to reveal a half-dollar sized wet spot on his jeans. She looked up at him with big adorable eyes, feigning innocence and Eddie laughed.
“I hafta go potty,” Mia said cutely.
“You know the rules,” Eddie replied, playing along.
“I’m gonna have an accident,”
“You’re a big girl, you can hold it, right?”
“Mmmm” another small spurt escaped.
Eddie smiled and placed his hand between Mia’s legs, finding her wet lips. He slid his index finger in between them and pressed gently up against her pee hole. Mia leaned into his touch, and Eddie could feel her pussy throbbing. He glided his middle finger up into her vagina to feel her bladder from the inside; to his delight, it was hard as a rock. He pressed firmly against it, and watched as a spurt of piss escaped Mia’s pussy.
“Aaaa” Mia murmured, squirming around on the couch.
“Here,” Eddie said, reaching for one of the diapers. “Put this on, and then try to hold it as long as you can without using your hands.”
Mia stood up and hopped over to the diapers, hurryingly pulling one on. She sat back down next to Eddie on the couch, crossed her legs, and squeezed all her muscles. Eddie took another moment to admire her, and removed her bra.
“oOo. Without my hands it’s sooo much harder,” Mia moaned in Eddie’s ear.
The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck raised as a wave of pleasure passed through him.
A quiet “shpshhtb” was heard as a shot of piss was absorbed into the diaper. Then another, and another. Every couple of seconds, a quiet hiss of pee would escape into the padding of the diaper, and Mia would shudder from the release.
Eddie stared in wonder, deeply enjoying the show unfolding.
Mia was feeling the burn of her urethra filled with pee, as she felt dribbles squeeze past her clamping muscles. She was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her body slowly losing control over her rock hard bladder.
She suddenly jumped up and doubled over, one hand over her distended belly, the other grabbing onto Eddie’s arm as her knees buckled.
“Oh my god,” Mia gasped, still doubled over, as she felt a releasing sensation fill her lower abdomen as a strong stream of piss escaped her vulva.
Eddie gazed at her as a loud hissing emerged from his girlfriend’s diaper; her bladder finally deflating.
Mia groaned as the waterfall of piss finally raced to exit her body. She gently collapsed onto the floor, leaning against Eddie’s legs.
After a few minutes, Eddie felt her body completely relax with relief.
“You done?” he asked lovingly.
Mia nodded, smiling, as Eddie reached over to remove her diaper from her bare body. He took some toilet paper and wiped her dripping pussy thoroughly and giggled quietly as he felt her release a small extra stream of piss against his hand. Wiping it up, he wrapped up the diaper and threw it away, returning to Mia’s side.
“So,” Mia said, sitting next to him, “How was that for you? Because I feel amazing.”
Eddie was speechless and simply embraced Mia in his arms. Mia straddled his lap and sat there, cuddling him for a few minutes. Soon after, Mia lifted up slightly so Eddie could see about 15 seconds of a small pee stream escape her urethra onto his lap. He moved his hand against her vulva to feel her piss, and the couple both closed their eyes in euphoria. |
Part 8
(some more stream of consciousness; soon i’ll have more time to make a more interesting and proper desperation story)
A few hours after her amazing wetting, Mia was desperate again, having drank more than a few mugs of tea in the interim. Eddie was still working, occasionally glancing over in her direction to catch an update on her status.
“Eddie,” Mia whined, squirming, “I feel full again.”
She was sitting on a towel draped on one of the kitchen chairs, wearing only a t-shirt and no panties or pants, with one hand between her legs helping her hold it.
Eddie smiled, pretending to ignore her.
Mia jokingly scowled, crossed her arms and repeated, “I’m full again.”
Eddie replied, “I don’t believe you,” without removing his eyes from his laptop.
Mia hopped off the chair and went to Eddie’s lap. She knelt on his thighs, facing him, and spread her pussy lips.
“See?” She asked.
“See what?” Eddie replied.
“Can you see how full I am?” she joked.
“Nope. And I still don’t believe you,” Eddie continued.
“Well then,” Mia mischievously said, “you’re asking for it!” and relaxed a little to let a small “SPHht” of piss escape onto his legs, dampening his crotch. Eddie felt his penis stiffen slightly at the dampness.
Her pussy made a quiet squelch as she tensed her muscles to hold the rest in, and Eddie laughed, breaking composure. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest, causing her to lose balance. As Mia laughed, Eddie purposefully grabbed her and pulled her closer to press her bladder into his abdomen.
“Oomf” Mia grunted, as her bladder shot signals to her brain for release.
Eddie was merciless, and used his hands to massage her bladder from the top down, as if coaxing the pee to move down into her urethra. Mia struggled to place her hands against her peehole to stop the flow, but it escaped nonetheless.
A few seconds later, Eddie felt pee splattering out of Mia onto his legs, and he passionately kissed her as her body relaxed and she sighed, pissing another bladder-full of clear piss onto the floor.
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Part 9
That afternoon, Mia had taken a break from holding, and would simply release her bladder into a diaper whenever she felt the urge, but for a few hours before dinner, she had resumed chugging liquids and holding everything in. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie hadn’t peed since the morning, and had started chugging juice right around the same time she did. He was quietly enjoying feeling his bladder fill up as he helped Mia chop some vegetables for a salad.
As the couple ate dinner and put on a Star Trek episode on the TV in their bedroom, they both cuddled, naked, and squirmed a little.
Mia was definitely more desperate than Eddie, and she was soon squirming all over the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest and putting both hands interchangeably into her crotch, grunting occasionally. Eddie brushed a hand across her bladder, feeling it’s fullness.
It wasn’t until Mia hugged Eddie’s waist did she notice him wince slightly. She placed a hand across his bladder and laughed at it’s harness.
“You too, huh?” She laughed.
“Yep.” Eddie nodded.
“How bad?”
“I’m pretty full,” Eddie grunted.
“Same,” Mia squirmed.
“Help me hold it?” Eddie asked.
“Of course, peanut,” Mia replied, sliding one of her hands down to Eddie’s bare penis, squeezing it gently. She felt it twitch as Eddie tightened his peehole muscles. She rubbed her index finger over the tip of his dick, and Eddie moaned in pleasure.
“I want to hold my pee until it comes out on its own,” Mia said suddenly.
“Okay,” Eddie replied, failing to hide his arousal.
“You have a terrible poked face,” Mia giggled, kissing Eddie lightly on his bladder, to which he tensed his muscles again.
“I think I’d better piss then, so I can properly enjoy you,” Eddie whispered, kinda just wanting to release his bladder which was starting to ache.
“Mmm, hold it in a little longer for me?” Mia asked cutely.
“You know I can’t refuse,” Eddie murmured.
After another 20 minutes or so, Mia was bent over in bed, one hand pressed firmly up against her peehole. Eddie too was squeezing his penis and feeling the pee traveling down a little.
Feeling a little devious, Eddie said, “I want you to come with me to the bathroom,” and grunted as he sat up.
Once in the bathroom, he pointed to the toilet,
“Sit down,” he told Mia.
Groaning, Mia gave him a playful look and sat down with her legs tightly pressed together. Once she sat down, it became more difficult to hold, and a tiny droplet escaped her burning urethra. She was glad it wasn’t audible, but once the seal was broken, she felt more drops threatening to come out.
“Legs apart,” Eddie ordered playfully.
He too was feeling a lot more pressure now that he was standing in front of the toilet. He positioned his penis to aim between her legs, and relaxed, letting his pee stream out.
Mia gasped as she felt some of his pee splash against her pussy, making her peehole wet from the outside.
“MmMMmm” she strained to keep everything in as Eddie stood, relieving himself in front of her. “You’re bad,” she grunted at him.
“I know,” Eddie sighed in relief as his muscles relaxed.
Not even a minute after he finished, he heard a small tinkle as a few drops escaped Mia’s damp pussy. She grunted with effort.
“Oooo look” he teased her.
She glared at him, bent over, her face red with tension.
Soon after, a few more drops tinkled out, and then a few more.
“Argh,” Mia grunted again, “hearing the drops hit the water makes it worse.”
Eddie was crouching in front of her, stroking her thighs, feeling in love. He spread her knees apart to reveal her slightly dripping vulva.
“Mmm” Mia responded as a small squirt escaped and hit the side of the toilet bowl.
After another second, a larger spurt came out, splattering into the water. Soon after, another followed. Then another. Every couple seconds, another spurt came out, despite her muscles visibly straining to keep the seal. Soon, Eddie leaned in and kissed her passionately. Mia relaxed against his kiss, and the spurts turned into a gradual trickle. Eddie watched as the trickle thickened into a stream, and then into a proper firehose-esque cascade.
Mia sighed into his chest, as she fully relaxed, emptying her tired bladder. Eddie stared at her stream in the toilet and sighed too, happily. |
Part 10
Eddie awoke early the next morning to a sharp twinge in his bladder; having filled up during the whole night. He gave his penis a reassuring squeeze, and snuggled in a little closer to the still sleeping Mia. Looking over her made him smile, remembering the very first morning where the couple realized their shared fetish. He gazed contently out their window, watching as the morning birds chattered busily on the bushes outside and a few neighbors were leaving the building with their dogs for a morning walk. He was off today, and was going to accompany Mia to her doctor’s appointment around noon. Other than that, he decided today was going to be his ‘no-toilet’ day, and give Mia and her bladder a break. He kissed Mia’s disheveled hair as she stirred awake, and she smiled softly.
“Hi peanut,” she murmured.
“Hey honey,” Eddie replied. “Feel,” he said, pushing his lower belly out slightly.
“Mmm,” Mia said as she rubbed her hand over Eddie’s hard bladder. “Me too,” she said as she guided his hand over to her bladder which was also full. “I’m practically bursting, babe.” Mia said.
She reached for her mug of water on the side table, gulped the remaining liquid, and got up in bed to squat over it.
“I don’t feel like getting up,” Mia responded to Eddie’s quizzical look.
Almost immediately, Mia started hissing pee into the large mug. Eddie’s bladder wasn’t happy at being forced to listen to someone else relieve themself and gave him a painful twinge. He bent over on his side and grunted softly, his gaze still fixed on Mia. Right before the mug overflowed, Mia tensed her muscles, cut her stream off, and replaced the mug back on the nightstand. She then stood up, presumably to go to the bathroom, but instead lost control and started pissing on the floor.
Eddie laughed seeing Mia’s small moment of panic and said,
“Your bladder is probably weak from all of yesterday’s holdings,”
He continued laughing as Mia gave in to her bladder and released the last bit of pee onto their wooden floor.
Wiping herself with a paper towel and tossing it aside, Mia jumped back into bed next to Eddie, still clutching his penis. She cupped one hand over his round bladder, and kissed him on his lips. Eddie’s penis (which was already hardening from watching Mia’s peeing) stiffened even more, which helped him hold his bladder a little better.
“I love you when you’re desperate,”
“You’re supposed to love me all the time,” Eddie responded.
“Okay, I love you MORE when you’re desperate,” Mia corrected.
Eddie stuck out his lower lip in a pout.
“I may have dug myself into a hole here,” Mia whispered and Eddie laughed.
His laugh was cut short by the feeling of pee rushing down his penis, and the couple watched as a drop formed at the tip, before being soaked into the sheet.
“That bad already?” Mia asked, half sympathetic, half mischievous.
“Uh huh,” Eddie said, nodding in a childlike manner, playing along.
“Well I think you’re a big enough boy to hold it for at least 20 minutes more, no?” Mia teased.
“But I really hafta go,” Eddie whined, squirming around to emphasize his point.
“Mmm I think you’re exaggerating,” Mia said as she got up. “I’m going to shower now, and I expect you and the bed to be completely dry when I return.”
Eddie’s bladder twinged again, but he had gotten adept at ignoring its signals. He groaned as Mia pressed slightly on his abdomen bulge before she ran off towards the bathroom.
So there he was, just like that fateful morning just a few months ago when he and Mia discovered omorashi together, desperate in their bed while Mia showered.
He sat up in their bed, and was met yet again by the feeling of his piss pulsating at the tip of his penis. He tensed to hold everything in, but a few drops still spritzed out. Grabbing his full penis and giving it a reassuring squeeze, he stood up gingerly, bent over.
Only a few minutes had passed since he heard the shower turn on, but his bladder must have been fuller than he thought, because he found himself pacing around the room, occasionally bending over into a crouching position just to maintain his control. He hardly noticed the small drops of pee he was leaving trailing behind him as he paced. But he didn’t want to disappoint Mia. He was a big boy after all, and he could hold his pee in.
After another few minutes, Eddie now found himself at the stage in desperation where everything becomes more difficult to do. He was breathing more heavily and had to stop pacing every few minutes to regain control. There was a definite trail of piss drops following him on the floor, but he couldn’t even feel the drops slowly forming and falling from his penis, even with one hand constantly squeezing his dick. As the pressure increased and he felt the piss threatening to force its way out, he started to panic and look around for something to piss in. He rushed over to Mia’s mug and was just about to position himself over it when he realized it was already full from her pee just a few minutes earlier. He was thinking about grabbing it and running to the kitchen to empty it, but he then heard the shower turn off. Excited, his bladder contracted strongly, forcing a small splattering of piss to arc out of his penis just in time for Mia to open the door and watch it splatter on the ground.
Mia stood, naked, and giggled slightly seeing her boyfriend hunched over.
“Was that what I thought it was?” she asked, amused.
“Y-Yes?” Eddie replied, “As in an arc of piss shooting into the air like a slo-mo shot? Yes.”
Mia laughed, and said, “I think you’ve been a good enough boy. Come inside then, but keep holding on.” She helped him waddle into the steamy bathroom, but not after teasing him about the piss drops on the bedroom floor.
Eddie grunted as Mia sat him down on the closed toilet lid. He looked at his bladder, which was now visibly distended.
“Super hot,” Mia whispered, placing her hand on his dripping cock. “You can’t go until I tell you to,” she continued.
“I’ll try,” Eddie responded.
“Okay now let go with your hands,” Mia commanded.
Eddie let go and a stream of piss escaped before Mia placed her finger over his pee hole. Eddie swore even his penis was bulging from all the piss holed up inside it.
Mia then led him into the bathtub, where they sat down. Eddie was straining to keep his bladder from bursting, and Mia was incredibly turned on, her finger still stopping his flood.
To his horror, Eddie watched as Mia stood up and left the bathtub. He had to grab the end of his dick to keep the pee from escaping now that her finger was no longer helping.
“Will you make up your mind, already?” Eddie asked, frustrated, as Mia motioned for him to stand up.
She smirked at him before bending down and taking his whole penis in her mouth. Eddie gasped in pleasure as his cold penis met her warm mouth. It was all too much for him and he fully relaxed. Mia squeaked with surprise as Eddie started pissing like a firehose, and she took his dick out of her mouth. Panicking slightly as Eddie was now pissing straight up into the air, she grabbed his penis and aimed it down into the bathtub. Eddie was oblivious to everything around him as he closed his eyes in relief. Mia laid down on top of him and kissed him deeply. |
Part 11
After a brief hiatus, the couple is back at it again. This time, they met up with one of Mia’s college friends, whom Mia had confided her omorashi kink with: Kelly. Kelly also had started liking desperation ever since she and Mia tried it out together back in their old dorm (a story for another time), and she had recently realized her boyfriend, Austin, was also exploring it too. The two couples decided to double their fun and have a 4-way desperation session (This would be Austin’s first time being desperate on purpose; he always had a small bladder though).
They lived right across the apartment building courtyard from each other, so they decided to fill up on water, and go out for brunch. About an hour or so after meeting up, Austin started to discreetly squirm around in the booth. Everyone became aroused.
“ooOhhh” he moaned, giving his dick a quick squeeze. Kelly reached down and placed her hand near his crotch, and whispered something to him. He smiled.
Meanwhile, Mia, Eddie, and Kelly were also filling up gradually, each of them feeling the tell-tale weight of their bladder pressing down in their lower abdomens. Wrapping up their meal, Austin was now visibly desperate, one hand always in his pocket, ready to squeeze his penis when the pressure got bad.
“We should probably start heading back,” Kelly said, playfully pressing on her lover’s stomach. He groaned. Eddie and Mia chuckled and they all walked out onto the street.
A few minutes later, Austin stopped mid-step and grunted.
“It hurts to hold it,” he whined, doubling over slightly.
“It’s okay baby,” Kelly responded sympathetically, “you can always let a little out if it’s really uncomfortable.”
Austin shook his head no and kissed her.
Although his struggle became evident after a small dark spot appeared on his cargo shorts while in the elevator. A stranger from the building also noticed this, and gave a quick glance to the 4 people, before looking a little confused and leaving at his floor. Austin blushed.
“We have everything set up,” Mia said, “let’s go there.”
They entered the apartment: Eddie, Mia, Kelly, and Austin, in order of increasing desperation, hobbling slightly over to the couch, pulled out and neatly made with sheets and pillows. Austin stood next to it, marching his legs up and down as he looked nervously at the couch.
“Don’t worry,” Eddie said, “we’re used to doing laundry, and the pillows are waterproof.”
Austin and Kelly looked at each other as if agreeing that this was something they were definitely into.
Their moment was cut short by a gasp from Austin, and a small hiss from his crotch, which became strong right before he cut it off. He was reaching his limit. All 4 of them struggled while quickly stripping off their coats and shoes, and settled onto the couches. Kelly had Austin lying on his back, pinning his hands at his sides, while she kissed his chest. His bladder was bulging out from his skinny frame, making him seem all the more desperate.
“Aaahh-” he moaned, in a mix of bliss and agony, as he tensed up to stop a spurt. Kelly stroked his penis, which was twitching in need by this point.
Eddie and Mia looked at each other; it was slightly odd watching another couple being intimate, but they were all connected by this kink, and good vibes filled the room. Mia was worried Eddie would be too uncomfortable with people who were basically strangers to him, especially handling their pee, but all worries left her head when she saw how much it turned Eddie on. They embraced, aroused, and watched the other couple.
Suddenly, Austin jumped up in the bed, frantically marching in place and squeezing his legs together. He bent over and tensed all his muscles, grabbing at his penis but a strong stream still escaped and splashed onto the floor. He grabbed his penis and squeezed it shut, but it soon swelled slightly and he had to let go with a groan. Kelly grabbed a towel and ran over to him, stifling his stream for a second. He stood next to the bed, gasping, pressing the towel so tightly against himself, it looked like he was smothering his dick.
“I- I can’t!” he gasped as liquid hit the towel so forcefully it streamed around the edges and splashed on the ground as a loud hissing emanated from his penis. It lasted only about 30 seconds, but the forcefulness of his stream showed just how desperate he had been. He sank to his knees as his bladder deflated, still holding the towel against his penis, as Kelly was rubbing herself with euphoria; watching Austin explode.
After he was done, the look of relief on his face turned into happiness and arousal. He felt good finding something that he and Kelly could do together, and he was thoroughly enjoying watching Kelly be so aroused by him.
Everyone’s attention focused on the source of a sudden grunt: Eddie. Mia looked surprised, normally Eddie had the biggest bladder between them.
“I have a confession,” Eddie announced. “I didn’t pee when everyone else did before leaving. I’ve been holding since last night!” he strained, raising his shirt up.
The group looked on in awe as Eddie revealed his bladder, its whole shape visible as it bulged out. Mia immediately felt herself twinge in excitement. His entire lower abdomen was firm, she could feel his bladder all the way down to the base of his penis, as if the pee was already pushing through his urethra.
“ I challenge you to continue holding it.” Mia said, “Every bit of pee that escapes must be involuntary. No giving up!” Eddie grinned, knowing what was up. Mia was always the most aroused when Eddie would completely lose control and pee against his will. He knew she didn’t want him to empty his entire bladder so they could have some private fun later without needing to wait to fill up.
“But, that’s impossible,” Kelly interjected, “I mean, look at him!,” (He was kneeling on the cushion, his entire lower abdomen bulging, both hands tightly closing his penis shut) Eddie and Mia grinned at each other, laughing at Kelly’s amazement.
However, Kelly was right, as Eddie felt the pee enter his penis, causing uncomfortable pressure. Mia noticed his pained expression, and brought a mug over to him, something they often did when they needed to release a little pressure during sex. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat as Mia’s hands touched his full penis, guiding it over to the cup. He immediately released his bladder, forcefully splashing into the mug and filling it within seconds. He closed his penis as Mia rushed to pour his pee into the sink, and gushed into the mug again. He was able to stop a little easier this time, but he still squirmed around, trying to regain control.
Mia gave a little kiss on the tip of his penis, causing Eddie to shudder slightly.
A little time passed, with both couples enjoying themselves while continuing to drink water and tea. After a half hour had passed, both women were visibly reaching their limits, Kelly more than Mia. The two of them had been catching up and recounting memories of their many experiences together in college.
An abrupt but forceful “PSHhshhhup” was heard coming from Kelly’s direction, as she widened her eyes and clasped both hands around her pussy, grinding against her hands to hold it. Austin immediately hardened.
“Ooooooo,” Kelly moaned as she struggled to contain her bladder, tiny drops squeezing out from between her fingers. She buried her head into Mia’s shoulder, frantically squirming around.
Mia gently shifted her weight and transferred the tensed-up Kelly over to Austin, who positioned himself so that she could lay down on him and be supported.
Kelly slowly exhaled a guarded breath and removed her hands from between her legs, relaxing back onto Austin. Once she was fully laying on her back, her bladder was obviously bulging; the outline going from hip to hip.
Austin felt an amazing tingling from his groin as he brushed a hand over her bladder and felt it tense up. He gasped as Kelly lost another squirt of pee and grabbed tightly onto his dick as she strained to hold herself.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Kelly whispered over and over again as she felt the intense tingling of her bladder sphincter wavering and the pee traveling down her urethra. Austin spread her labia apart so that her peehole was exposed; small drops escaping regularly. Slowly, some of the drops became noticeably more pressured, turning into little jets squirting out in rapid fashion.
Kelly, meanwhile, was frantic: raising and lowering her hips, grinding her legs together, tensing all her muscles, trying everything to hold her overfull bladder back. The rhythmic squirts became audible as tiny little hisses splattering onto the wooden floor. Hearing this made holding her bladder so much more difficult for Kelly; each time she stopped one jet, another would immediately follow. Austin could feel her muscles begin to twitch as her control continued to falter.
Suddenly, a strong jet of pee escaped from between her legs, causing her to bolt up and grind her pussy into the couch. Any attempt however, was futile. Pee continued to shoot around her pussy, making loud hissing splashes each time she moved. Austin pulled Kelly back against him, and touched her legs so as to tell her to relax. Still fighting, she grunted and bore down. Her bladder, always having the last word, won the battle and continued sending its entire contents rushing down her urethra and shooting out from her peehole.
Austin lay in wonder as he placed his hand into the thick stream of pee, feeling its force. The pressure stayed constant right up until the end, Kelly’s bladder pushing as hard as it could to expel its contents.
As it died down, she drew in a shaky breath and exhaled, completely relaxed and in bliss.
[to be continued] |
We'll get back to the two couples soon, but for now here's another stream-of-consciousness piece:
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Eddie glanced over to the passenger seat of the car, seeing Mia squirm with both hands buried between her legs. They were on their way to an ultrasound appointment for Mia which required a full bladder. The sea of red tail lights surrounding them on the highway was proving an unexpected challenge as they inched along.
Mia gently grunted, feeling her bladder’s contents push against her sphincter. She pushed her hand forcefully up against her vulva, trying her hardest to contain her bladder.
Eddie placed his hand on her leg, slightly nervous for her, seeing how desperate she already was.
Mia was feeling her bladder constantly swelling with more and more liquid passing through her system; she quickly calculated about another liter of fluid which still hadn’t added to her bladder yet. She shouldn’t have drank as much water as she did, especially on an empty stomach. Unless the traffic let up soon, it was looking less and less like she could keep the appointment.
Mia was now constantly moving about, her breath catching in her throat as she kept trying and failing to find a comfortable position. She had never felt her bladder fill up this quickly.
She gasped slightly as she felt a drop of pee leave her urethra and become absorbed into her panties. As another drop threatened to escape, she quickly struggled to unbutton her jeans and allow her bladder to expand a little.
Eddie was (of course) watching in awe as her bladder immediately expanded out of her abdomen as soon as her pants were unbuckled.
“That’s an intense bulge, babe,” Eddie mentioned, gently rubbing her thigh.
“I know,” Mia said breathlessly as she pulled her pants down to her ankles, “I’m so full right now.”
“Try and hold on,” Eddie said as he watched Mia squirm.
After 10 minutes, the couple had barely moved on the road, and Mia was beyond full. Her bladder was poking out such that her panties were starting to dig in. She removed her seatbelt so she could kneel slightly in her seat, still trying to get more comfortable. Eddie was checking his phone to see how far the traffic went.
“So,” Mia said, “how much longer does it say we’ll be here?”
“I think it should lighten up soon,” Eddie lied. He figured if he told her the truth, that it would be at least another half hour, it would stress her out too much.
“Okay good,” Mia relaxed slightly. All she could think about was getting the appointment over with and finally being able to pee.
Many of the cars around them had turned their engines off to conserve gas and some people could be seen taking their dogs for little walks as they waited. Mia inhaled sharply as she felt the little prickling sensation of pee running down her urethra, and pushed her hands up against herself. Eddie leaned into the backseat and brought up one of his sweatshirts he used when he jogged outside.
“Here,” he said, folding it in half, “put this between your legs so you can have a little leeway if you leak.”
Mia slipped her pants off her ankles and removed her damp panties as she hurriedly pressed the sweatshirt up against her pussy. Immediately, a small squirt escaped, quietly hissing into the shirt. Mia grunted as she stemmed the flow, feeling as if her pee was pressing right at the edge of her peehole. After a couple seconds, another squirt escaped as Mia felt her bladder send a strong cramp rippling through her stomach.
“I need to pee right now!” she exclaimed as she felt the second squirt escape. Trying to change positions, she removed the sweatshirt from her pussy and Eddie watched as a clear, forceful spurt erupted from between her legs and splatter into the footwell.
Mia grabbed Eddie’s hand and pushed it against her peehole. Eddie took his finger and pressed hard in between her lips, feeling her holding muscles twitch as her full bladder pulsed against the opening.
“J-just keep your hand there for a few minutes,” Mia grunted.
“Are you sure, babe?” Eddie asked, looking at the huge outline of her bladder. “Maybe you should just let it go.”
Mia shook her head no, one hand resting on her huge abdomen, the other gripping the door handle, her legs raised in the air. Eddie was in awe: the outline her bladder was making could be seen from hip to hip, starting at her belly button and going all the way down right to her pussy, pushing out a huge bulge the whole way. He couldn’t believe how huge it looked. It didn’t matter if she wanted to or not, all that pee would have to come out, and soon by the looks of it.
Mia was flailing her legs, grinding up against Eddie’s hand, cradling her bladder as she fought against the pressure. Despite Eddie pushing forcefully against her peehole, tiny sprays of pee were escaping from around his finger.
Finally, the pressure was too much and Mia grunted loudly as a forceful spray shot out. Eddie, who still couldn’t believe how big Mia’s bladder had gotten, decided that enough was enough and removed his finger.
Immediately, the most powerful stream of pee that either of them had seen before erupted from between her pussy lips, shooting straight out and hitting the dashboard. Mia quickly lowered her legs and frantically shoved Eddie’s sweatshirt into the flow.
Eddie gently took her hand in his and whispered, “Relax.”
Mia quickly glanced up at Eddie, and found his eyes. He nodded at her and felt her whole body relax. She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of her bladder finally deflating. Eddie placed one of his hands on her pussy, and gently rubbed it as her pee forcefully shot out of her. |
Leanne was gasping for air in the heated tin can on wheels called bus in this country; her black blouse was discreetly absorbing her sweat, she wiped her forehead with a kleenex. Her underwear, she felt, was getting damp, too – Leanne blocked the thought telling her it might not be sweat. Despite the hot weather, nothing seemed dry to the young woman in that cursed bus. She winced once more and grimaced involuntarily, as a warm rivulet of salty water rolled down her spine.
Her poor bladder felt like a watermelon, whose weight has increased to the point it felt like she ate a real watermelon. Leanne felt horrified with the perspective of letting it burst. Her heart was pounding, her knees felt weak, she wanted to use the bathroom an hour ago and now it was an absolute necessity. Gosh, public transportation is a nightmare. The sweaty catatonic bodies around, the dirty floor, almost a complete absence of air – how can a human breathe in the middle of this prison cell on wheels?..
She didn’t want to go that urgently when she got on the bus an hour ago. Leanne deplored her decision not to go to the ladies room at work… Besides, what was wrong with her bladder today?
“Can’t be… No… That stupid cow, always yammering about her headache, stomachache and whatnot, like anybody cares…”
Leanne remembered how she was sitting at a table having lunch with her colleagues at the cafeteria. She remembered having her pills (not COVID, of course, just a regular cold) at her elbow. At her other elbow, though, there was the silly fat cow and her medicine that she probably didn’t even need. All those fucking pills are white, how are you supposed to tell them apart?!
“Fuck”, - she thought, - “I must’ve swallowed them... God knows what crap was there…”
Her face flushed with heat from anger and desperation. This must be why she’s so close to peeing herself now. Stupid fucking cow.
Tears have moistened her light-green eyes. For the first time in her life she could feel the natural boundaries of her bladder, which has been for a considerable time a swollen aching watermelon, rubbing against her jeans.
A wave of pain made her wince again. Leanne didn’t know what to do with herself!
Maybe the cow girl has done it out of envy. An ugly fat cow like that could do that… Leanne’s beautiful curly hair and willowy figure made a lot of girls at work jealous, but to think that one of them could do that on purpose… A bump hit the road and the girl’s poor bladder. The bus finally left the bridge, only two stops now… It doesn’t matter who put her in this situation, the only thing that mattered was not humiliating herself, she decided, not letting her organism do its job. She licked her dry lips nervously, her breathing irregular and short. In spite of her numbing sphincter, Leanne managed to remain in control.
“Fuck… this is too much…”
Waves and waves were attacking her poor muscles mercilessly. Her back was wet from constant sweating, as were her panties which already felt like she peed a little.
“No, – she thought, – I cannot allow it, not now, just a little more, I must wait”.
She didn’t lose hope and forced herself to hold it for two more stops. It cost her enormous efforts, and she didn’t know for how long she could resist… Suddenly, as the bus pulled away from the stop, some idiot rushed by and forced the bus-driver to hit the brakes. Leanne and other passengers were thrown forwards - she managed to quickly grab the railing and kept her balance, but it was too much - she helplessly let out a hot spurt in her underwear.
That was not sweat anymore, Leanne was painfully aware of it. The young woman’s face went pale with horror, she stood there, expecting the worst, but her tired muscles didn’t give up completely and kept her jeans dry. She froze. Only in a moment or two did she notice that the catastrophe was avoided. Her legs were still shaking, though. She swallowed. Nobody saw what happened, but she couldn’t hide from the truth: at the age of 23, Leanne’s just wet her panties. The world around her lost its shape and started trembling together with the young woman herself, who could barely control her natural urge. She did not have a tight grip on her sphincter any more, that’s for sure. Still, facing such pain, she hasn’t drenched her pants yet: it must have been a minor miracle!
Leanne noticed that the traffic had cleared out and the bus continued to move at its normal speed or even faster, but now the young woman had to stand inside this gas chamber in her stained underwear, which was uncomfortably clinging to her lady parts. She bent forward and simultaneously lost control again - the next spurt was much worse.
A couple of school-children with disgusting smiles noticed Leanne’s precarious state and said something in the language she didn’t want to understand. Through the fog of her panicky mind, their eyes looked evil and dumb, like they were watching a funny porn video where she was the main actress.
She turned her face away from them, grimacing from discomfort, and realized they were giggling at a disgruntled old man with a huge hole on the back of his pants right where his bony ass was. He was talking to a pretty young blond, telling her she could fart all she wanted and blame him, he was drunk after all... That kept passengers entertained, but Leanne couldn't laugh: even if she did, she would definitely end up losing control and peeing herself on the bus. Still, she was grateful to him, never mind the awful smell he was spreading inside the bus.
Nobody seemed to care about Leanne, but it was irrelevant to her organism. Leanne felt her heart pounding in her throat; she thought she would faint, if she were to spend another minute in this smelly sauna. She just wanted to hold out until she could find a bathroom – is it too much to ask from her own body?! She felt another hot jet watering her left thigh. Her jeans, her favorite jeans…
For a moment or two, Leanne thought her pee was tapping against the floor to her utter embarrassment, but then noticed it was raining outside. She finally remembered she needed to get off on the next stop, and she must endure until then, or there will be a huge accident, not just a fart she could blame the old drunk for.
She clenched her legs so tightly it hurt. She also knew it would hurt even if she didn’t clench them. Ultimately, her lower abdomen ached in a way she could never imagine – all because she’d neglected her cursed need to use the restroom two hours ago, and sat at the table with the fat sheep-faced idiot who had stolen Leanne’s pills and made her swallow some poisonous crap!..
Sweaty as if from a real sauna and red to the roots of her long brown hair, the young woman prayed for the bus to go faster - and her stop did approach fast. Before the door opened up, Leanne let out a desperate gasp, as she pissed all over her left thigh again. Despite her unbelievable effort, she let out one more stream for a second or two and almost started to cry. Then the doors finally opened…
Reaching home in such a state was not an option any more, she said to herself. The pressure from her bladder was terrible to say the least. Leanne kept going down the street, getting close to her apartment block, when an unmatched wave of discomfort attacked her sphincter. Her already wet crotch was now flooded. She automatically slowed down and – facing the inevitable – relaxed her muscles. In a moment, a river of urine was jetting down the young woman’s legs. Panicking, she turned around to see if there were people watching her, but the rain seemed to have scared everybody away. She couldn’t stop either way and didn’t think of anything better to do, other than planting herself in front of the rusty old notice board, pretending she was interested in finding a lost dog or a set of keys...She couldn’t read anything, though: everything became blurry, as if in a bad dream that would not stop. There was no way she could stop having an accident now. Her exhausted body was thankful.
Rain was getting fiercer, but she could still see her pee pooling between her feet, her crotch looked like a hole in a submarine – leaking more and more under severe pressure. Her rear also felt warm and damp. She realized she would be unable to stop, even if she wanted to, and allowed herself to go freely - her face looked so relaxed and blissful, you might’ve thought she was pranking somebody with this.
Leanne stood there, slightly bent forward, as if she wanted to sit down but didn’t know where and how. Rain was wetting her hair and shoulders, her upper body quickly got soaked. Down between her legs, the wet patch kept spreading all over her jeans; torrents of pee were hitting the ground. She’s been waiting for ages.
In a minute, Leanne finally finished spilling the contents of her bladder on the pavement. She was sobbing, as the rain turned into a downpour, completely drenching her blouse and all the dry patches on her jeans. The rain wasn’t cold anymore, Leanne felt comforted – no, soothed by it. Having realized that the worst shame of her life had probably gone unnoticed, she kept crying – not from embarrassment but from joy…
In a couple of minutes, Leanne stepped into in a regular shower, although she’s already taken one. In a while, her wearied body became comfortably limp. The young woman sat down, closed her eyes and imagined she was under the warm rain again. For the first time that day she laughed like a happy idiot. |
Loss of Control
Prologue
There it was, staring her right in the face. After years of research, digging up any leads, and browsing websites which probably had ended her up on several watch and no-fly lists, she had found it.
Jesse Faden had found the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Control. “I can’t believe it. I’ve been to New York dozens of times, yet here you are.” Taking a deep breath, the woman stepped through the doors.
Her diaper crinkled as she moved, yes, diaper, for that was the only thing she wore. Ever since the incident that had A. The Bureau knocking down her door, B. Her brother Dylan was taken away by the Bureau for God knows whatever reason, and C. Gotten some entity she referred to as Polaris bonded with her, she found that all clothing save for her protective padding would, somehow, find its way off her. Whether a shirt would suddenly become too small to fit, a newly bought pair of pants would tear at the seam, or a jacket would be suddenly blown off by a mysterious gust of wind. However, seemingly, no one noticed. Jesse didn’t know if it was Polaris activating some kind of filter around her, whatever that damned projector did to her and Dylan, or the world was just insane, no one noticed the fact she was nearly naked. Then again, neither did she. While she would fill wind or heat, it would always be buffeted as if she wore, say, a parka. Her feet never got the cuts or blisters someone always going around barefoot would accrue.
As for the diaper, well, that was normal. Even before it became the only form of, for lack of a better word, apparel, she always wore them. From what Polaris had suggested, whatever bound her, for the voice Polaris spoke with, as somewhat muffled as it was, like someone speaking through a thick scarf or broken walkie-talkie, sounded feminine, to Jesse may have caused her to never gain full control over her bladder and bowels, not to mention Jesse’s small case of shyness and stubbornness. Jesse didn’t mind much. It was more convenient, in her mind, than rushing around trying to find a useable bathroom, especially a relatively sanitary one in some cases.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Jesse called out, looking around. The place, while a bit on the older side in terms of furniture, looked like a relatively mundane government building, especially those you’d see in TV shows and flicks featuring your standard “G-Men”, Men in Black types. It was then that the padded woman, as she walked past a deserted metal detector station, heard something, akin to a faint whispering.
“Do you hear that? It sounds like….hissing?” Jesse asked Polaris as she pushed aside a table that had been blocking her path. The muffled voice spoke into her ear, and her mind. Jesse pouted, a small tinge of crimson lighting up her cheeks. “No, its not me. I’m pretty sure I would know what the sound of me pissing sounds like.” she grumbled.
As she rounded a corner, she found a man, dressed in a janitor’s garb, mopping the floor. “Oh excuse me, sir?” She called out, the man turned. “I’m-”
“Looking for a job?” The man asked. He was middle aged, and his voice carried a slight accent, vaguely Eastern European or Scandinavian in nature. A nametag on his jumpsuit read Ahti. Like the Finnish god island hero and god of the seas. Jesse thought, with a mental chuckle. She nodded, knowing that normal sounding excuse would be easier than any she could come up on her lonesome. The man turned, and pointed down a corridor. “The Director’s office is right through there, rouva.”
The Director eh? This could be the best lead I have over where these bastards have Dylan. Jesse thought to herself. “Thanks.” she smiled at the janitor. Having been one herself (and boy did wearing diapers help during especially long nights), she had a respect for those who worked in maintaining upkeep of a facility. Humming, the padded woman strolled through until she found a door, above which hung a sign reading DIRECTOR’S OFFICE. She opened the door….
….to find the Director laying facedown in a pool of dried blood, a strange looking handgun cast aside.
“Oh shit!” Jesse exclaimed, racing over. “Damn it.” she said, finding a hole, about the size of a quarter in his temple, burrowed all the way out to the other side. As she fought the urge to vomit, Polaris once more spoke in her mind. “You want me to pick up the murder weapon? Really?” Another mental warble. “Fine, fi-what the fuck?!” Jesse screamed, as she picked up the firearm, and felt reality begin to shift and her vision distort..
The diapered woman looked around. Around her were large, grey platforms, and beyond that, an endless white void. You are latest Director/Assistant, no? A disembodied voice, or voices, called out.
“What the fuck?” Jesse asked, as she headed through the void, her diaper crinkling. Again Polaris spoke into her mind. “The...Board? What, is the Bureau run by a some kinda group of eldritch ghosts?” she chuckled. “Wait, how the hell am I Director?” She asked aloud, as she followed what looked like a path.
You picked up the Service Weapon/gun. You were thus chosen as Director/assistant.
“I can’t…..well, if it’ll help me find Dylan…” Jessia groaned, as she hopped across the various pathways, noticing odd humanoid statues every so often. Eventually, she reached a platform, where the very firearm, the “Service Weapon” as the Board had called it, hovered in midair. “Alright then, let’s do this.” She took a deep breath, and reached for the weapon, let Polaris each out.
Immediatly, a heavy sensation filled her, as she bound the item to her. “Hnnngrh….” She moaned, letting out a moan as a warm load began to leave her bowels, and cause her diaper to expand. She panted as a thick, snakelike turd slid out of and between her cheeks like anal beads, coiling in a pile nestled between her diaper, and her shapely ass. Suddenly, everything burst in a flash of white.
Jesse fell back, the Service Weapon in hand, onto her messily diapered ass. Jesse moaned, face flushed as she arched her back, squirting out her pussy juices. “Damn, that was intense….” she panted, slowly standing. She looked down at the Weapon. It looked like a regular handgun, akin to a revolver. She reached back, pressing a hand against the back of her diaper. “Haven’t shit like this in ages.” she chuckled. Another psychic warble filled her brain. “I am not a pervert….OK, maybe a little.” she blushed. With a slight waddle, she began to look around. “Alright Polaris, be my guiding star and lead the way.” Her fully packed Pampers sagged almost to her knees, swaying, as she followed where her resident internally bonded entity led her along through the hallways .
As she passed through twin double doors labeled Central Executive, she felt something off in the air. It was then Polaris pinged in her brain. She immediately ducked down, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan as the cool tiled floor, and her heels, squished her loaded diaper against her ass. On the floor stood what looked like soldiers, four of them, though they seemed….off. An eerie crimson glow emanated from their bodies, their speech was akin to the hissing she had heard earlier, and they moved like zombies. Unfortunately for Jessie, they noticed her, raising them guns. Jesse took aim, winging them at first. While she hadn’t handled a gun, except on the firing range a few times, survival took precedence. Part of the Service Weapon rose up and hovered, acting as an iron sight of sorts. As each of her foes fell to the blazing ebony rounds of her new firearm, they burst into a spray of not blood, but a strange blood red energy, and vanished with a resonating scream of fury and pain. Once all her enemies had been slain, Jesse stood once more, dimly aware she was pissing into her messy diaper. She strode down the stairs, an enormous black pyramid hanging over a singular circle in the center. Polaris hovered over it, and upon reaching her, she felt a sense of calm, as the menace in the air faded, and the hissing, aside from her pissing, grew silent. Suddenly she was alerted of a voice coming from a shelter labeled, well, shelter, a panic room of sorts perhaps?
Taking a breath, Jesse waddled over, and activated the intercom. “Its alright, it's safe to come out.” she called.
“Thank God, wait, who is this?” A woman responded from the intercom. Jesse gave her name, and the person behind the door now had a sense of surprise to her voice, “Oh, you’re the new Director! Alright, we’re coming out.” The intercom beeped. Jesse stepped back as a magnetic seal was pulled away and the door slid open. Out stepped several office worker looking types, and at head was the woman Jesse presumed she had spoken too over the intercom. She was a blonde, and wore a harness of some kind over a pantsuit and white top. Her eyes flicked up and down Jesse, and then she cleared her throat. “Um, thank you Director Faden, I’m Emily, Emily Pope, I’m a researcher here at the Bureau.”
Jesse held up a hand, smiling softly. The woman before her seemed to exude an aura of calm that was affecting even Jesse. “Please, Jesse is fine.” she smiled. “So, um, I’m guessing, aside from me, you’re the highest ranked person in this room?” she asked.
“Oh, um, yes, ah, Jesse.: Emily smiled brightly. “There’s a meeting room just up these stairs, follow me please.” she said. Jesse nodded, her packed padding swaying as she followed up the marble stairs and into the boardroom. It had your standard large, mahogany desk with some papers scattered about on it. The walls were a dark grey, and held no ornamentation.
Emily was sitting down nearby. Jesse sat down in the chair in front of Emily, biting her lip to keep from moaning. “I’m here for, well, personal business.”
Emily nodded, “Alright, I’m sure you’ll tell me what that is in due time Di-er, Jesse.” she smiled softly. “Well, before we do anything, I need to need to ask you two things. One, do you know what the Hotline is?” she asked. Jesse shook her head. “Well, it's an Object of Power, looks like an old school rotary phone.” she ran a hand through her hair. “It allows one to communicate with astral beings, or those who have bonded to an Object of Power.” she gestured to the Service Weapon. “Like former Director Trench. Here,” she handed Jesse a map of the Beauru. “This will show you the way, it’ll shift in accordance with the Oldest House, the building. The door should be unlocked.”
Jesse smiled back, taking the map and folding it. “Thanks, so, what’s your second question Emily?” she asked, sitting back.
Emily shifted, cheeks tinged red. “Um, not to embarrass you Jesse, but uh, why are you naked aside from a m-messy diaper?” she asked. Jesse’s eyes widened, however she thought she saw Emily lick her lips and an almost, hungry look in her eyes.
“Y-you can see it?” Jesse asked in shock, her own face ablaze. Emily nodded slowly. “I um, sort of need them. I can, well, control myself, kinda,” she shifted. “As for, well….” she gestured to her nearly nude form. “I don’t know exactly why, but pretty much everything else I’ve tried to wear finds its way off me not long after.”
Emily shifted, her own cheeks red, “Fascinating um, do you need help changing or….”
Jesse smiled, “I can do it myself, unfortunately I didn’t bring any spares, I can probably scavenge something around here, but otherwise, after I get this off me,” she patted her packed pamps, snickering when she saw Emily gaze at her full diaper. “I’ll be going around. In the nude.” she said. Emily nodded dumbedly, and slid some toilet paper over. “Tell you know, if I ever use another diaper, or find something to “go” in or on, I’ll send you a pic.” Jesse teased.
She exited the board room, and found a small little closet by where she would be going. She hummed, untaping her shitstained diaper, and disposing of it in a nearby bin. After wiping herself down as best as she could, the now nude Director began following the map, and Polaris’ guidance.
Polaris said something in her mind as she neared the service elevator that would take her to the floor she needed to go to. “Please, even if I were to piss and shit as I walked around here, wouldn’t make it look any less bad than these, uh, Hiss things are.” she blushed. She punched the button, and took a breath as the doors slid shut, and she descended.
Edited November 3, 2020 by diokno44x
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Here it is, after months, chapter 2
Chapter 1
Hotline
Jesse stretched as she exited the elevator, her bare feet padding against the smooth floor. “Let’s see….” she glanced back at the map that the, in her opinion, rather adorkable scientist had given her, “Just a few more corridors.” she muttered, holding it up. Polaris’s aura surrounded her hand, and the map vanished. Even in the few instances where she was able to wear something other than her diapers for more than a brief moment, whenever she had more than she could reasonably carry, Polaris had shown the woman that she could store things, where they went, Jesse had no idea, but it was handy. “You got any of my spares in there?” She asked, suddenly remembering. She got a negatory response from her resident psychic entity. “Damn, well, this place can’t look any worse if I piss and shit wherever.” she chuckled.
As she said this, she squeaked as a ruler flew up from one of the tables, and smacked her in her shapely ass. “Hey, Pol-” Polaris spoke to her, “The Oldest House did it?” she flipped the bird at nothing in particular. “Hey, I’m trying to help out here, and I’m the Director right?” she grumbled, continuing onward, rubbing her stinging cheeks.
Jesse continued onward, luckily her progress wasn’t impeded much, save for a small squad of Hiss infected guards which were easily dispatched. Soon, Jesse found herself standing before what looked like a pull cord. Pulling on it, she felt reality shift again. However, instead of finding herself in the Astral Plane, she found herself in-
“The Overview Motel? God, haven’t seen this place in ages.” Jesse muttered, looking around. The lights were either off or dim. Only one door was open, its light illuminating the dark motel. The room inside looked like your standard cheap motel room, single person desk, nightstand, mostly well kept one to two person bed. What wasn’t so standard was that the window showed a blurry image of Jesse standing in a glass room with what she could only surmise was the Hotline that Emily had told her about, and the familiar looking pull cord. Taking a deep breath, she pulled on it thrice, and soon found herself in the small glass chamber holding an armchair and the crimson rotary phone. Picking it up, she felt something shift in her mind.
“You’re the new director yes? I’m Trench, your predecessor. Don’t worry, you aren’t going nuts. But if you ever need any help, I’ll be here to give advice.” His phantom tapped her head, and vanished.
Jesse soon returned back to the first pull cord, when she stopped. She felt a growing pressure in her bladder, one that wanted out. The Director smirked, a naughty idea coming to mind. “Hey Polaris, mind giving me my phone?” She asked. She could practically feel the living resonance rolling its non-existent eyes at her. Polaris belched out her phone.
Jesse smiled, dialing up Emily. She wasn’t surprised to see that, even though they had just met not even two hours ago, Emily’s contact info was listed on her Pokeia Pureview. Stranger things had occurred to her. She pressed the number, and Emily’s face popped up on the VisageTime screen. “Hey Emily.”
Emily blinked, and sat up a bit in her chair. “Oh, um, Jesse, did you find any, well, anything to wear, not, not that I’m saying its bad, but, um,” she coughed, her cheeks tinged. “Oh, and um, did you find the Hotline?” she asked.
“Yeah, and you know what I promised earlier?” Jesse asked, a small smirk coming to her face. Emily let out a soft squeak, and her face flushed crimson. “Well, get ready, cause I’m gonna give you your first show, consider it a bonus.” She lowered the phone to her quivering nether lips, as Emily let out a purr. Jesse closed her eyes, tilting her head back, her mouth forming a soft “o” as she relaxed her bladder. It began as a trickle, then a stream grew. With a soft hissing and pattering noise, her piss flowed out of her nethers, growing into a puddle at her feet, the warm liquid splashing against her toes. When Jesse opened her eyes, she found a panting, flushed Emily on the screen. “Glad you liked the show. I’ll tell you about what I’ve found when I get back.” she blew a kiss, and ended the call, letting Polaris swallow up her phone once again. Shaking her feet, Jesse giggled as she continued back towards the Central Executive area.
Aside from a few scant encounters with the Hiss, and Jesse finding research papers, reports, and other media scattered around that gave the reluctant Director more info on what the Bureau held, her trip back was relatively uneventful. She did gather resources from her slain foes to forge new spares.
Soon, she made it back. Nodding to the staff assembled there, she approached the center of the room. The area she had cleansed there, a sort of safe zone against the Hiss that protected the area and all who were in the zone, also allowed her to meld the materials, both physical and metaphysical, into upgrades for the Service Weapon, items, and upgrades. Concentrating, she forged a few spares. After powdering herself, she taped up the first spare, then handed the rest back to Polaris to keep safe. Making sure her diaper was on snugly, and smiling at the familiar crinkling, she made her way up the stairs to the board room turned mission control.
Emily smiled when Jesse entered, and took a seat. “So, um, found a spare?” she asked. Jesse replied she made it. “Oh, that’s interesting.” she said. “So, good, you found the Hotline, that should prove useful, and if what you’ve told me is true, you can speak to former Director Trench. Probably has to do with the bullet from the Service Weapon still lodged in him.” she cleared her throat. “Well, good news. We were able to establish limited contact with one of the security teams, led by one Simon Arish. They’re down in in Maintenance.” she updated Jesse’s map. “And, um, thanks for the….uh, you know.” The scientist’s face was aflame, as she rubbed her thighs together.
Jesse chuckled, the woman before her had an energy about her that Jesse liked. “Anytime, consider it a bonus.” she winked. “Well, I’ll be back soon, hold down the fort.” she turned and left, swaying her diapered hips a bit, heading back towards the service elevator, humming softly. It dinged as it closed its doors, and she was off to Maintenance.
She exited the elevator into a small hallway connected to a hub room. Signs reading Central Maintenance, Janitor’s Office, and the like helped those who came down here find their way around. She smacked her lips, “Maybe Ahti’s seen that Arish guy?” she mused, following the signs, her diaper crinkling.
After about ten or so minutes of walking around Maintenance, and following signs, she eventually found a door labelled Janitor. Taking a deep breath, she pushed through the door, and found the mysterious janitor rinsing out his mop, headphones in his ears. She cleared her throat, loudly.
Ahti looked up, removing his buds. “Ah, there you are, pieni avustaja.” he straightened up, wiping his hands on an old, oily cloth. “You are looking for security team, yes?” Jesse nodded her head. “Knew it. Oh, while you go, could you be a dear and do something for old Ahti?” he handed her a request to deal with some mold, then pointed her in the direction of where she’d need to go.
Jesse smiled, “Thanks Ahti.” she hummed, and made her way through the back door to where this strange mold, and Central Maintenance, were located. One was in fact on the way to the other. Eventually, she came across a large circular room. As she made her way forward, she heard a modulated voice yell, “We got a breach!” and the sound of gunfire. Rushing over, she found several guards, lacking the distinct crimson haze of the Hiss controlled ones. Opposing them were...creatures. They were gaunt, floated, and had khaki color skin, and they reeked even worse than Jesse’s worst chili and nacho cheese filled diaper. Raising the Service Weapon, Jesse fired off shots at two of the advancing creatures, which distracted them long enough for the grunts to finish them off.
“Nice shot.” A female voice rang out. Jesse turned to find a woman in her mid-to-late fifties, judging by her dark grey hair and the slight wrinkles lining her face. “You the new Director, Faden right?”Jesse nodded. The woman strode over. She wore a harness like Emily and the others wore, atop similar security armor to the guards, and atop both she wore a, in Jesse’s mind, rather badass dark grey long coat with a fur collar. “I’m Marshall, I’m head of Operations here at the Bureau.” she reloaded her pistol. “You're looking for Arish, he’s in there.” she jerked her thumb towards a small sort of control room.
“Thanks.” The padded woman saluted, and raced off. She clambered up the stairs, and found herself face to face with a man in slightly battered security uniform, and wearing a similar harness to Emily, Marshall, and other members of the staff she’d seen. “Simon Arish?” she asked.
“That’s me.” He gave her an easy smile, as he reloaded his rifle. “You’re Director Faden right?
Again Jesse nodded. “Nice to meet you. So, from what we’ve found, some of the areas around the Bureau, and communications within them therein, were sealed off by Tommasi, he is, or given everything that’s been going on, likely was, head of Communications.” He leaned back against the console.
“So, what, I find him, take him down if needed, and then I can get through more of the Bureau?” Jesse asked, stretching. Simon nodded, and marked down the way to Communications on her map, wishing her luck.
Thanking him, the diapered Director ran towards where Simon had indicated. Just her luck, the mold that Ahti had asked if she could get rid of was on the way. After some fighting through some more of the strange Hiss Creatures, she found the Mold Ahti had been speaking of. Suffice it to say, it was gross, and Jesse would be definitely showering once she got back to Emily. Maybe they could shower together, now that was a thought.
Her bare feet were chilled by the cold steel of the walkways. She made her way through some red double doors, passing through eerily empty hallways. Eventually, she found herself, after a few small clashes with Hiss controlled guards, faced to face with a sign marked Communications in big bold letters, above a set of doors. Taking a deep breath, and readying the Service Weapon, she slowly pushed the door open. What she found inside was something akin to those hovering bastards that had attacked the security force when she first arrived at this level of the Old House. The only differences were Tommasi was slightly larger, and whereas his fellow Hiss smelled like ozone and body spray, Tommasi smelled like one of Jesse’s diapers after all you can eat Chili Taco Friday. It noticed her, and began its assault. Chunks of concrete rose into the air, and began hurtling themselves at Jesse.
The nude Director dove behind an overturned table, panting. She peeked out, and fired several rounds at Tommasi. He howled in pain as the crystalline bullets tore through his mutated flesh, but kept at it, launching more and more debris at Jesse, who bobbed and weaved between the makeshift cover she could find, firing shot after shot into the floating pest. Eventually, after almost ten minutes of a back and forth exchange, Jesse, managing to only get hit by thankfully blunt objects thrown by the impact of Tommasi’s blast, one final shot tore the former communications officer apart, leaving a smoking pile.. Panting, Jesse slowly stood up, dusting herself off. Once her breathing was under control, Jesse lowered the Service Weapon and cautiously made her way towards the heap that was once Communications Head Tommasi. After finding he had been well and truly dusted, Jesse bent down, and picked up the small, reddish-orange keycard. “Well, I’m sure you’ll come in handy.” With that done with, she headed towards the door Tommasi had burst from.
After flipping a switch, she contacted Emily, “Emily, I managed to restore Communications.”
“Yeah, the signal just came online, thanks Jesse. While we aren’t back up to 100%, we have managed to get some functionality back online.”Emily smiled from her end, “Oh, good news, we found an Altered World Item by you. Who knows, maybe you may gain something from it?” She mused, marking it on Jesse’s map.
“And if need be, I’ll make sure to put on a show for you.” Jesse chuckled, ending the call. Stretching, she passed through some nearby doors. After unlocking another safe zone with the aid of Polaris, she soon found herself face to face with a hovering floppy disk.
“Well, here goes nothing.” Jesse muttered. She reached out, focused, and the world went white. |
Told you this one would be longer. Also note that this contains minor spoilers for one of the endings of The Witcher III.
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Day 3: Relieving themselves in the woods Ciri (The Witcher)
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Cow for sale! 50 crowns! Cheap!
Plow needed! See Rogget for more details.
For a good time, see Salma!
Cirilla Riannon looked over the notices on the board and sighed.
Not a thing worthwhile here, she thought grimly. Just the same old rubbish.
Shaking her head, the white-haired woman headed into the nearby tavern. She needed a drink, both to sate her thirst and to deal with the disappointment. It had been weeks since she’d had a good contract. Ciri was a Witcher by trade, a supernaturally enhanced hunter of all sorts of monsters. Business wasn’t always steady, but it had been particularly slow lately. Ciri paid for her ale and took a seat.
As she drank, Ciri listened to the din of conversations around her. Several young women were gossiping about a local prince. A drunk was accusing someone of cheating at Gwent. A man was speaking in hushed tones, regaling his friends with a story of how he was attacked by-
Wait. Ciri turned towards the speaker. He was leaning on a cane and covered in bandages that did not entirely obscure several deep scars.
“Out of nowhere it came,” the man was saying, “screaming like a ploughin’ demon. Knocked me clean off my horse, it did, and sunk its talons into me. I was sure I was done for.” He paused dramatically.
“What happened then?” someone asked.
“Damned if I know,” said the man. “My guess is that it decided my horse would make a better meal. I legged it out of there fast as I could. I’ll not travel that road again, long as I live.”
“Ah, you’re full of shite,” another man scoffed. “You got drunk and fell in a bramble bush, more likely.”
“I highly doubt that,” said Ciri, striding towards the group.
“Who’re you?” asked the bandaged man.
“Name’s Ciri.” She flashed them her medallion. “I’m a Witcher. I should be able to help with your problem.”
“You believe me then?” asked the man, relieved.
“Well,” said Ciri, “no bramble bush I know could give you scars like that.”
“Got that straight,” the man agreed. “You’ll help me then?”
“For a price,” said Ciri. “How does 300 Crowns sound?”
“Aye,” said the man. “Just promise me you’ll kill this beast.”
“I’d be a lousy Witcher if I didn’t. Can you tell me where you were attacked?”
The man nodded. “It was on the road to Oxenfurt, a little ways east of here, where it goes through the woods.”
Ciri thanked the man, finished her ale and set off after her new target.
‘A little ways’ was a poor choice of words, Ciri thought as she made her way down the road. She had been following the trail for over half an hour, and there was still no sign of the woods. The sun beat down on her, making her sweat. Ciri took a long swig of water, wiped her brow, and continued on her way. At long last, the forest came into view. She took a look around, and a large pool of blood on the road caught her eye.
“This must be the site of the attack,” she said to herself, examining the scene. A faint trail of blood and flattened grass led deeper into the woods. “Looks like whatever killed the horse dragged it off to eat in peace. Better follow it.”
The trail came to an unpleasant end: what was left of the horse lay in an empty clearing, crows picking at it. Ciri shooed them away and took a look at the corpse.
“Claw marks all over,” she muttered. “Big ones, just like the man had. And there’s that smell in the air.” Ciri spotted some tracks on the ground that confirmed her suspicions. “A fiend did this. A big one. Probably still nearby” She frowned. Fiends were vicious horned beasts with primordial powers. They did not tend to die easily.
I’d best prepare for this one, Ciri thought. She gulped down a strength-enhancing potion and followed the tracks.
The tracks went on for longer than she expected, and Ciri began to feel all the liquids she had consumed making their way through her. She was surprised by how quickly they had filled up her bladder, which felt like a brimming cauldron inside her.
I doubt I’ll make it back to the tavern in time, thought Ciri. Damn. It looks like I’ll be relieving myself outdoors again. Given her adventurous lifestyle, Ciri was no stranger to answering nature’s call while in nature. Her leather trousers made it a lot easier than if she had been wearing a dress. Still, it was somewhat irritating to do on a regular basis, and Ciri had wished more than once that she could just whip it out and water a tree like a man.
I guess that’s one talent that can’t be taught, she lamented. Ah, never mind. I’ll take care of this as soon as I take care of-
A loud howl interrupted her, and Ciri felt a few drops of urine leak out in surprise. Her enhanced senses barely gave her time to dodge the massive shape that charged at her.
“Hm. I was wondering when you would show up,” Ciri muttered. “Come on!”
Ciri drew her silver sword and took an experimental slash at the fiend. It swung its massive claws at her, but she easily sidestepped the attack and followed up with another strike. The beast leapt back, then charged at Ciri, hoping to gore her on its antlers. The Witcher rolled out of the way, causing the contents of her bladder to slosh uncomfortably. A sharp pang warned her that it was reaching its limit.
Damn it all, thought Ciri. I have to finish this quickly or I’ll wet my trousers!
She tossed a bomb at the fiend, which exploded in a cloud of poison. The fiend choked and retched, and Ciri seized her opportunity. She dashed behind the monster and sunk her sword into its vulnerable back. The fiend howled with rage, but Ciri just drove the sword in deeper. There were a few brief struggles, then the fiend collapsed dead.
Ciri would have to take a trophy from her kill and present it for her reward. However, that was currently the furthest thing from her mind.
I can’t hold it in any longer! Ciri fumbled to undo her belt, then pulled down her trousers and squatted in one smooth motion. She wasn’t even fully crouched before the urine started flowing. It sprayed out in a barely controlled stream, nearly hitting the inside of her thighs. Ciri breathed a sigh of relief as her bladder continued to drain.
“Mmm, that feels so much better,” she said to herself. She sat back on her haunches, closed her eyes, and listened to the splashing sound of her pee striking the soil. When the sound eventually died down, Ciri gave her rump a shake to dry off, then stood and pulled up her trousers. Seeing the size of the puddle she had made, she couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Was I really holding that much in me? It’s a wonder I made it!”
Ciri took out her sword and sliced off one of the fiend’s antlers. Strapping it to her back, she started back towards the road.
I wonder what I’ll do with that reward money, Ciri thought. Maybe rent a room at an inn for the night. What I wouldn’t give for a decent bed. She looked back at the massive pool of urine she had left behind.
And a decent chamber pot, she mentally added.
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This one was inspired in part by an image. I'll post it at the end; nudity warning.
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Day 4: Desperate during a presentation or performance Marina (Splatoon 2)
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Spirits were high in Inkopolis Square. It was Splatfest time once again, where teams of Inklings would compete to determine what was the freshest. In this case, the theme was seasonal: Cocoa With Marshmallows vs. Cocoa With Whipped Cream. (No, Cocoa With Both was not an option.) All of Inkopolis was abuzz, and nowhere was that excitement more keenly felt than backstage, where the pop duo Off the Hook were getting their final preparations done.
“Hey Marina, is my crown on straight?” asked Pearl, the shorter of the duo.
“No,” Marina replied, “but I think it looks better that way. How about my eyeliner? Does that look okay?”
“You look fine, girl,” said Pearl with a dismissive wave of her hand. “If anything, I’d be more worried about your pants. I mean, we’re trying to keep this E for Everyone.”
“Pearlie!” gasped Marina in mock horror. Both girls were dressed in their hip-hop outfits for the occasion. In Pearl’s case, this was a gold crown, platform shoes and a hoodie that hung down to her knees. Marina, on the other hand, was wearing a bandana, crop top, and some very low-cut capris.
“Come on,” said Pearl. “Let’s do this thing!” They headed out onto the stage.
“Whazzup, fishes!” cried Pearl to cheers from the audience.
“Pearl, language!” Marina chided.
“We’re coming at you live from Inkopolis Square,” Pearl continued. “This is Off!”
“The!” Marina shouted into her clip-on mic.
“Hook!” both cried together.
“We’ve got one great Splatfest going for you tonight,” said Pearl.
“Everyone loves hot cocoa,” Marina chimed in, “but what goes best on top?”
“Marshmallows, obviously,” Pearl answered.
“Are you crazy?” cried Marina. “Nothing beats whipped cream!”
The duo’s banter was mostly pre-scripted, but both gave their performances their all.
“So you like whipped cream, huh?” Pearl jeered. “‘Cause your team’s gonna get whipped and creamed!”
“Oh yeah?” Marina retorted. “Well, your team’s gonna… gonna..”
“What? No winning comeback?”
“No,” snapped Marina, “we’re gonna be too busy winning the game! Don’t let me down out there, Cream Team!”
“Same goes for you, Marshmallow Marshalls,” Pearl added.
Their rapport finished, the duo went to their stations. Marina handled the DJ’s turntables, while Pearl stepped up to the stage microphone. Marina started up Color Pulse, one of Off the Hook’s most popular songs. She adjusted her mic and sang her part of the energetic pop hit, then handed the stage over to Pearl for the rap verse. As the diminutive Inkling spat fresh rhymes , Marina provided instrumentals and bobbed her head in tune, the tentacles on her head jiggling energetically. Whether her team won or lost, she loved the thrill of performing for Splatfests.
The duo continued with some of their greatest hits: Ebb and Flow, Acid Hues, and their cover of Fest Zest. After performing Muck Warfare, Pearl made an announcement.
“All right, Inkopolis! Don’t go anywhere; Off the Hook will be right back after this short break!”
She hurried backstage and Marina followed.
“Are you okay?” the Octoling asked.
“Yeah,” said Pearl, wiping her brow. “My throat’s just a little sore from all that singing.”
She walked over to a nearby dispenser and poured herself a mug of cocoa. “Want some?”
“Sure,” Marina replied. She took the mug and guzzled the hot liquid down. It tasted heavenly! She refilled her mug and drained it in seconds.
“What, no whipped cream?” Pearl joked.
“This tastes great even without it,” said Marina. “And between you and me, whipped cream’s great, but I also really like marshmallows.”
“Same here,” Pearl said with a smile. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting any longer.”
Once they were back onstage, Pearl got a more intense vibe going with the duo’s punk-inspired Nasty Majesty. After that, they kept the energy high with their guitar-heavy single Raise Your Tentacles. They were halfway through Shark Bytes when Marina felt a pang in her bladder.
Ooh, that was too much cocoa! she moaned inwardly. And it hasn’t even been that long! That stuff goes right through you! Marina crossed her legs in an attempt to lessen her desperation.
Okay Marina, relax, she thought, trying to calm herself. Just do a few more songs, then it’ll be time for another break and you can drain the ink tank. You can do this!
For a while, it seemed like she could. Marina’s need to pee wasn’t too frantic during Off the Hook’s cover of Frantic Aspic, and she made it through Riptide Rupture without a ruptured bladder. But during her verse of Fly Octo Fly, Marina inadvertently uncrossed her legs while shaking her hips to the tune. That was all the incentive her bladder needed, and Marina gasped as she felt something warm dribble down the leg of her pants. She quickly clenched her lower muscles to stop the flow, but a few more drops leaked out. Ever the professional, Marina kept singing, but internally she was panicking.
I don’t wanna wet my pants! Too soon or not, I gotta ask for another break. This Octo has gotta go!
When it came time for Pearl to start the final verse, Marina seized her opportunity. Meeting Pearl’s eyes, she mouthed out Gotta pee!
What? Pearl mouthed back.
Pee, dangit! Marina mouthed. She wasn’t about to announce her need in front of an audience. Pearl nodded, and Marina was flooded with relief. However, that relief turned to horror in seconds when Pearl belted out the opening notes of the classic song Free Salmon. With a sinking feeling in her stomach (which did not go well with the painful feeling in her bladder), Marina realized her partner had misheard her request.
Why, why, why? Marina lamented. Free Salmon’s twelve splatting minutes long!
She looked over to Pearl, who was too engrossed in the song to notice her.
Guess I’ll have to grin and bear it.
Throughout the performance, the only dance Marina was doing was one of desperation. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as her pee tried to force its way out. Her hands were shaking as she worked the turntables. She ended up butchering the guitar solo, but she didn’t care. As soon as Pearl sang the final notes, Marina said a hurried goodbye into her mic and dashed backstage, hands jammed between her legs.
Where’s the bathroom where’s the bathroom bathroom where? Marina’s thoughts were barely coherent as she frantically looked around the small backstage area. Gotta find one gotta find one gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!
Just then, Marina felt her bladder spasm violently. Drops of urine spurted out, like the first drops of rain before a deluge. In that instant, Marina knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. Hardly believing what she was doing, she pulled down her pants and squatted. Not a second later, the floodgates opened and a powerful stream of pee jetted out of her, hitting the floor with a loud splattering noise. A tingling sensation of relief came over Marina as her bladder gratefully emptied its contents.
“Oooooh,” she moaned in pleasure. Who knew peeing like this could feel so good? I’ve only ever felt something like this that time one when I was… inking my splat zone. Sooo good!
Eventually, Marina’s sense of ecstasy wore off as her stream died down. She shook off the last few drops and pulled her pants back up, wincing at the few wet patches. Refreshed and relieved, Marina strolled back onstage. But something was wrong. The crowd was silent, and Pearl was wide-eyed and red-faced.
“What’s wrong?" asked Marina. Unable to speak, Pearl pointed at the Octoling’s shirt. Marina looked down and felt her hearts stop. Her clip-on mic was turned on.
So that means… everyone heard… Marina shrieked in embarrassment and turned even redder than Pearl. She felt tears well up in her eyes and buried her head in her hands.
“Marina?”
The Octoling looked up to see Pearl walking towards her wearing a look of deepest sympathy.
“It’s okay, Marinaaaaah!” Pearl cried out as she tripped over an exposed wire. The Inkling landed head over heels, causing her hoodie to droop down and reveal the polka-dot boxer shorts she was wearing underneath. The crowd burst out laughing. Marina felt terrible, until Pearl raised her head and gave a conspiratorial wink.
“Don’t worry, my girl,” Pearl whispered, making no effort to cover up. “I got you covered.”
“Oh, Pearlie!” Marina gushed. “You’re the best!”
“Darn straight,” Pearl replied. She picked herself up. “Now, let’s get back to the show.” Marina nodded in agreement.
“We’re back, everyone!” Marina exclaimed, to cheers from the audience.
“Yo, Inkopolis!” shouted Pearl. “Who’s ready for more..”
“Off!”
“The!”
“Hook!”
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Poor Marina. I was originally going to end the story with her humiliated, but I decided to cut her a break. Anyway, here's the image (I found it on reddit at r/HentaiPee): |
The main character in this one is a minor one, but she was perfect for this prompt.
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Day 5: Drunk and desperate Deltan (Breath of the Wild)
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In the heart of Hyrule’s most barren desert, there lay the oasis of Gerudo Town. Exclusive to women (vai, in Gerudo tongue), the city was famed for many things: its beautiful jewelry, first-class shopping, and the strong and proud Gerudo warriors, to name a few. It was also known for the popular bar The Noble Canteen, where a Gerudo named Deltan currently sat, nursing her sorrows.
“‘I don’t like girls twice my height,’” she groaned, slurring her words. “But I’m only eight feet tall!” She downed the rest of her drink and called over to Furosa, the bartender. “Hey! Bring me another!”
“I think you’ve had quite enough, young lady,” Furosa replied.
“N-nonshense!” Deltan protested. “I’ve only had… uh, I forget how many.”
“Look, it’s getting dark,” Furosa said with a sigh. “I have to close up shop.”
Reluctantly, Deltan got to her feet, tossed some coins onto the bar, and staggered out the door.
“I’ll be buh-back tomorrow,” she proclaimed.
“I don’t doubt that,” Furosa muttered, watching the drunken Gerudo leave.
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In the outskirts of the city, a lone figure paced back and forth. It stopped briefly and adjusted the veil over its face. Link, the hero of Hyrule, had been in worse predicaments, but never one this odd. As if having to cross-dress to enter Gerudo City wasn’t enough, he was now faced with a new dilemma: how to relieve himself without blowing his cover. He had been searching for Korok seeds at sunset when he felt a sudden urge in his bladder. All the liquid-filled hydromelons he had consumed to keep cool were coming back to haunt him.
Normally, Link would have just found an out-of-the-way shrub or tree. However, his need was so urgent this time that he doubted he would make it far from the city. And while he wasn’t technically inside the walls, the Gerudo guards were on duty all day and night. If one of them saw him peeing while standing, it would raise some questions at the very least.
Another surge, stronger this time, hit him, and Link realized he had no choice. Looking around for anyone who might be watching, he ran up to one of the outer walls for some cover. He pulled down the front of his sirwal just enough to let his penis out and relaxed his bladder. A steady stream of urine flowed out, striking the wall and running down to the ground, where it was swallowed by the desert sand. Link sighed in relief. Then he heard footsteps approaching…
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Deltan tried to make her way home, but it wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be spinning, and it was really starting to get dark now. Walking near the edge of the city limits, she started to feel the other effects of all the alcohol she had consumed. Deltan experimentally put a hand on her midsection and was surprised at the size of the bulge she felt.
“Oooh.. so full,” she mumbled. “Gotta… gotta.. pssshhh…”
Deltan hissed out the onomatopoeia and felt a few drops of urine trickle down her legs, urged on by the sound.
“Gotta… do it now!” Deltan moaned. As fast as she could, she staggered out a gateway to the city’s outer walls. Even though she was drunk, she still had the presence of mind to not want to be seen doing something like this. Deltan found a wall that looked isolated enough and dropped her pants to her ankles. It was only then that she noticed a tinkling noise coming from her right. She turned and saw something that she had missed in the darkness, something unusual: a Hylian dressed in Gerudo garb, standing and urinating against the wall.
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Link’s heart began to race as the Gerudo woman approached him and disrobed. He turned away and tried to finish his business quickly, but his stream was showing no signs of slowing down.
“Hey!”
Link began to panic. If the Gerudo recognized him as a man, he’d never be let back in the city.
“Hey!” the Gerudo called again. “Yesh, you!”
This is it, Link thought. I’m done for.
“Hey! Lishen!” the Gerudo slurred. Link braced himself for the worst.
“Hey, w-where’d you learn to pish like a Gerudo?”
Huh? A look of confusion clouded Link’s face. What is she talking about?
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Seeing the confusion on the Hylian vai’s face, Deltan decided that a demonstration was in order.
“Yuh-you know, like this!” Deltan took two fingers and spread her labia like the wings of a Keese. She allowed her bladder to let go, and a thick stream gushed from between her legs at an almost horizontal angle. It easily put the Hylian’s trickle to shame, sending droplets flying as it showered the wall in a chaotic spray. Deltan took a few steps backwards to avoid the backsplash and admire the success of her efforts. All Gerudo warriors were taught to relieve themselves standing up; it was much more convenient than squatting. Still, Deltan doubted many could achieve the distance or power she was currently getting. She laughed as her veritable waterfall of pee continued to soak the stone.
“Shee this, Hylian? This is how we Guh-Gerudo do it!”
After an eternity, Deltan’s bladder was finally empty. She pulled her pants back up and noted with pride that the sand was barely absorbing any of her puddle.
“Whadya think of that?” she asked, turning towards the smaller vai, who had finished peeing much earlier. The Hylian was bug-eyed. She stared unblinkingly at Deltan for a moment before dashing off, hands covering her groin.
“Wha whuzzat all about?” Deltan wondered aloud. She shrugged. “Hylians, huh?”
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Edit: I somehow mixed up the names of the two Gerudo. It's fixed now. |
This is the first story I write; hope you enjoy 🙂
Ginny Weasley was looking forward the end of the Care of Magical Creatures lesson. She had been desperate to pee for the whole lesson: that morning she had peed just after waking up, but then she had had 2 hours of Herbology and 2 hours of Care of Magical Creatures: there were no toilets in the park and she hadn't enough time to get back to the castle between the two lessons.
"And the fact that I drank two big glasses of juice for breakfast doesn't help", she was sayng to Luna Lovegood, who was working in group with her.
"Stop thinking about it" replied Luna. "It just make you feel it even worse".
"Yeah, but how am I supposed to stop thinking about it, if I am about to pee myself?".
Ginny was surprised by her own words... was she really going to pee herself? The lesson was almost over, after all, and she could run to the castle right after it; there was a toilet at the first floor, she could reach it in a few minutes. But there was always a long line in that bathroom.. she had learnt it the hard way a couple of years ago and she didn't want to repeat that experience.. maybe it was better to come back to the Gryffindor Common Room.. it was further but safer. Yes, it was the best choice, she stated in her mind. Even if.. there was a third possibility, obviously.. the park offered a lot of places where to hide and pee, even for a girl. It was risky, but she knew that a lot of other girls had peed in the park before. Hermione had told her that she had peed more than once in the park, she squatted and let her pee flow through her panties.. she said it was quite exciting, especially with Harry and Ron around her.. But Ginny often wore some Muggle clothes under her official uniform. A t-shirt and a pair of leggings or shorts. She had grown up with 6 male brothers and she was so used to male clothes that she didn't feel comfortable with just a skirt. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't notice two things: first that the lesson was finally over, and second that Harry himself was standing next to her with their two broomstick under his arms.
"Hey Ginny! I knew you have a free afternoon.. what about some Quidditch training, just you and me? I also have something to eat".
Ginny hesitated. She was really bursting by now, and she just wanted to use the bathroom. On the other hand she could have used the toilets in the Quidditch training changing rooms...she wasn't sure to be able to hold it through the walk to the training camps, but it was maybe her best occasion.
"Ok, perfect, let's go!", she said. Trying not to show her desperation she followed Harry; it was a 10 minutes walk, and she eventually made it without leaking. She began to think that maybe she could manage not to pee herself this time,
when she saw that Harry was heading directly to the camp and not to the changing rooms. She noticed now that he had already some training clothes on; and he knew that she always had Muggle clothes under her uniform, so there was no reason to open the changing room. Nevertheless, Ginny decided to try:
"Could you please open the changing room, so that I can change myself?" she asked?
Harry looked at her, surprised. "You're always wearing suitable clothes under your uniform and you've always taken off the uniform here.. I didn't take the keys of the changing room."
Ginny was in panic; her only hope had just disappeared and she didn't know what to do: the castle was far away now. She felt that she couldn't hold in her pee any longer. She eventually put aside her shyness and: "It's just that I've to pee. I really really have to pee. I'm holding it since before breakfast and now I'm desperate and I think it will start coming out in a few moments".
As in response to her words, a first spurt of pee wet her panties. She put a hand between her legs to stop the stream of pee. "It actually started coming out right now", she added. Harry looked at her in disbelief: "Are you really peeing in your panties right now, in front of me?!?". Ginny was now jumping on the spot, with her hands in her crotch and her legs tightly twisted. "It's not my fault, my bladder is too full and my pee is slowly coming out.. I can't control it anymore.. I'm going to pee in my shorts".
And it happened just that: it was nonsense to deny it, thought Ginny: pee was already trickling down her legs, her hands, trying to stop the flow were all wet. She managed to regain control over her bladder again. For a moment. Then she definitely lost it: a powerful stream of pee freed itself, loudly hissing and wetting her shorts, her legs and forming a huge puddle at the ground. She opened her legs and put away her hands from her crotch: there was nothing she could do now. She went on peeing for an incredibly long time, she thought, a little embarrassed, keeping the eyes on the little river gushing out from between her legs. Then gradually the strength of the flow slowed down, and she stopped it.
She looked at Harry, smiling shyly. "I'm sorry.. I really couldn't hold it anymore. I don't know how that happened, I've never been so desperate before". Harry was very polite; "There's nothing to apologize for", he said, "These things happen". They decided to cancel the training and Ginny came back to the castle, to wash and clean herself. It was so strange to walk with a pair of wet panties and shorts on.. strange but not that bad, she admitted. She hurried towards the castle: she knew very well that, when she held her per for such a long time and was so desperate, she usually needed to per at least twice in a very short time; she absolutely wanted to reach the toilet in time. Luckily, her dormitory was empty, so she could change herself without needing to hide; her shorts and panties were completely soaked, so she hurried to wash them to get rid of the smell, before somebody could find them. Her need to pee had incredibly increased again, probably sharpened by the cold (she was naked and with bare foot on the chilly stone floor) and by the water. When she finished, she was desperate again, bursting to pee, crossing and uncrossing her legs, hopping on the spot and trying to resist the urge to hold her crotch with her wet hands: the cold water on her naked skin could have dramatic consequences. Finally she closed the water, threw her clothes in the drying rack and ran into the shower; she was used to pee while having a shower and it was instinctively for her. Immediately her pee gushed out, before she even managed to open the water, but she smiled; she was safe this time. |
Hey guys, here is my next story commission, university tales seem to be all the rage at the moment so it was fun to throw my hat into the ring.
The build up for this story is slow, it might not be for everyone as such but I hope you enjoy!
The holders of Iron house
Chapter 1: Arrival
The amber light of a desk lamp filled the darkened room, a shadow cast by the unmoving figure of a tall woman sitting in a high back chair near the curtained window.
“Finally” she muttered to herself, looking down at the electronic tablet in her hands as a wicked smile appeared on her shadowy face. It had taken months if not years of waiting and planning but finally she thought she had what she was looking for. The exact reason she had been put in charge of this establishment.
A soft knock at the door caught her attention, a brief moment of panic flashing across her mind before she quickly put the device in her desk drawer and slid it closed. The mahogany wood clunking softly as she took a moment to compose herself, her hands folding together as she rested them on the top of her desk.
As Eloise stood in the university hallway, she couldn’t help but be slightly nervous feeling the multitude of butterflies gathering in her stomach. Trying to distract herself she studied the large door in front of her, her eyes falling on an old inscription carved into the wood “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt”. The faded lettering meaning nothing to her, but the age and way they had been inscribed was yet another indication of the calibre of university she had been accepted into.
She was already a couple of minutes late after getting lost in the large admin building and she didn’t want to give a bad impression on her first day, stepping forwards she knocked the door a couple of times.
After a brief pause a muffled “come in” passed through the thick wood, easing her nerves slightly. Turning the handle she stepped into the large office, its occupant sitting at a large desk near the centre of the room which curiously still had its curtains drawn.
“Um…I’m Eloise Western” She said awkwardly walking towards the woman’s desk, her hands fidgeting slightly behind her back.
“Ah yes, the French student that will be joining us. Welcome, and I must say your English is excellent.” The woman in front of her said, standing to greet and shake her hand.
“Thank you, my farther worked for the embassy so I had good teachers.” Eloise responded, kicking herself for the unneeded exposition. This wasn’t a job interview she had already gotten in, but there was something about this room that was making her uneasy.
“That explains it, please take a seat.” The woman said, indicating to the chair in front of her desk.
“Thank you” Eloise said, perching slightly on the edge of her seat.
“No need to be nervous, I greet all our foreign students. It’s a good way to gauge language skills and see if there is anything we can do to help in your transition. Moving away can be difficult for young students, especially to another country.” The smartly dressed woman said, somewhat addressing the elephant in the room.
“Thank you” Eloise said again, sighing in relief. She had been slightly late to be accepted, going through their secondary referral programme and had been worried there had been a mix up or even that they were reconsidering her place.
“Unfortunately, you have missed the welcome talks that were held yesterday. But I do have a couple of things I can give you.” Rummaging in her desk the woman pulled out a small parcel of items and placed it on the desk.
“So, here is your welcome pack, it includes all the information about what is on the campus, opening times and a map.” She said handing across a binder that Eloise took from her. “Here is your class schedule, there is also an online version if you would prefer. All your log on information is in the pack too. Finally here is a smart watch and fitness tracker that we give to all our students.”
“A fitness tracker?” Eloise questioned, picking up the metallic watch and giving it a once over in her hand.
“Oh don’t worry, we don’t actually track your fitness.” She said smiling, “we pride ourselves on student wellbeing and try to make sure you all have something like this so that you can look after your own health. University can be a stressful time and letting our students have the ability to track these things has proven effective at lowering burn out and breakdowns. Think of it as an early warning system for stress levels and a way of letting you realise how hard you are working. Equally a number of…extracurricular, activities may be run by people who ask you to show them things before taking part in anything.”
“Extracurricular?”
“Yes, well as you know this university is largely a medical institution and as such there is a constant development of emerging fields. Some of which may ask students to take part in…they are all safe of course.” She added, a little too quickly for Eloise’s liking.
“Those watches also function as student id and key card. So, if you plan on using anything on the campus you will need to keep that on you at all times. We are on the very cutting edge of what we do here, can’t have just anyone walking around the buildings can we.” Looking up at the woman’s face there it was again, that smile that was becoming less and less convincing with everything that was leaving the poshly dressed woman’s mouth.
“Now then, I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m sure you have things to move in, which reminds me. You will be staying in Iron house, its marked on the map in your pack.” She finished up, motion her hand to indicate for Eloise to stand.
“Ok, well thank you again for the introduction.” Eloise said, thankful for the information but a little perturbed by some of the other information she had been given. She was already getting the feeling that there was more to this university than met the eye.
“My pleasure, oh and Eloise. Welcome to Galgani University”
Nodding and waving the small pack of things at the school master she quietly closed the door behind her and let out a sigh. She didn’t know what it was, but that woman really put her on edge for some reason.
Slipping the watch onto her wrist she heard it beep, the screen lighting up and displaying her name and the current time. Scrolling through it as she walked down the road she studied the various apps from fitness and biometrics to a lesson planner and map, this thing really seemed to have it all. It couldn’t have been cheap to give every student one of these, but then again Galgani was one of the top universities.
Following the little triangle on the screen Eloise quickly found herself stood outside a large three-story building, the elegant and new housing far exceeding her wildest expectations. The usual damp and dingy student accommodation she had been told about and seen on tv shows was nowhere to be seen.
The door to the building opened quickly, a skinny blonde-haired woman throwing a bag over her shoulder and rushing out.
“Sorry” she hastily said, pushing past Eloise and running towards the main campus as she quickly fastened name badge to her shirt.
Despite being taken aback slightly, Eloise paused taking a moment to double check she was in the right place. Walking slowly up the small path she tentatively turned the door handle, a beep from her watch and the door at the same time clearly indicating that even these doors were locked to anyone but those living in them.
Pushing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a dozen or more carboard boxes and plastic tubs strewn across the large hallway.
“What did you forget this time?” A voice called out from the doorway to her left.
“Um, hello?” Eloise said quietly to the unseen person. A head suddenly poking out of the doorway to her right with a surprised look on her face.
“Oh…sorry I thought you were Summer coming back for something….Who are you?”
“Im Eloise, I think im your new house mate.” She replied. The slightly suspicious look on the short brunette’s face disappearing instantly.
“Cool, sorry I didn’t mean to be weird I just didn’t recognise you and I thought everyone had moved in yesterday.” the woman said, stepping out of her room. “Im Kay by the way” she said holding out her hand.
“Guys, we have a new flatmate” She shouted loudly, the cry reverberating up the open house and soon footsteps could be heard as a number of people came down the stairs.
“No need to look worried, no one bites” Kay joked, Eloise apparently unable to keep the apprehension off her face as the group formed around her.
“Hey, I’m Allie” the first woman introduced herself, stepping off the bottom step of the stairs and shaking her hand. The blond-haired woman clearly making the most of being a student, currently dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and loose-fitting top that was several sizes too large for her. Although judging by her untidy hair, it wouldn’t have surprised Eloise if she had only just woken up despite it being almost lunch time.
“Eloise” she responded with her name.
“Ah bonjour” the next woman said, the tall black-haired woman looking as If she was about to head out for a run, dressed entirely almost head to toe in form fitting spandex.
“You speak French?” Eloise asked, she hadn’t expected to meet anyone who did here.
“Uh, well actually no. But you’re French right?” she asked, her cheeks slightly reddening as she was called out.
“Yes, how could you tell?”
“Faint accent and the name is a bit of a giveaway. Im Vanessa” the confident woman announced “and that’s Julia and Zara” she said, pointing to the two remaining women who simply waved at her. “That’s all of us that are in at the moment, I think Summer is at work and Lucy is out somewhere doing something.”
“Its nice to meet you all” Eloise said, glad to see Kay had been right about the group being friendly. They all seemed to be getting along with each other which was another good sign.
“Do you need a hand moving your stuff, are you parked outside?” The tall black-haired woman introduced as Julia asked, pushing her large black rimmed glasses up her nose slightly.
“Uh, no thanks. I’ve got everything in here.” Eloise replied, stepping to the side and revealing the small suitcase she had with her.
“Is that all you brought?” Kay asked, clearly shocked and accidentally revealing that all of these boxes probably belonged to her.
“Yeah, I mean I came on a plane and I moved around a lot as a kid so I never really had much stuff.”
“Don’t let Lucy hear that, she will have a field day taking you out for some retail therapy.” Vanessa laughed.
“So…do you all know each other then?” Eloise asked, uncomfortable that she might have suddenly joined a group where everyone knew each other well already. Would she be able to integrate herself into the group, she had never really had a close group of friends growing up.
“Well we are all third years and we shared some of the same classes.” Julia responded.
“So we knew of each other, and I lived with Lucy in second year too. But this is the first time the rest of us have lived together… or really spent any time other than lectures or the occasional night out with each other.” Vanessa said, with Kay nodding along to everything she said.
“So you’ve got nothing to worry about” Zara added, her beaming smile instantly removing all of Eloise’s worries. The darker skinned woman putting her at ease before her brow furrowed. “We should get going Vanessa, the class is in like 10 minutes”
“Wait, classes have already started!” Eloise asked nervously, starting to fumble with her watch to check her timetable.
“Oh sorry, no we have an exercise class up at the campus gym. I didn’t mean to panic you. But you are more than welcome to join us, if you have anything to wear in that tiny bag of yours?”
Putting a hand to her chest Eloise breathed a sigh of relief, “Maybe next time.”
“Sure thing” Zara finished, nodding her head at the door to Vanessa as the two of them left the newbie to the others.
“So your room is the last door on the left, kitchen and lounge are the doorway on the end there and finally there are two shower cubicles up the stairs on the right” She said. “Don’t worry the door doesn’t lead straight in, there are another two doors, so you probably won’t walk in on anyone using them.” Kay said, a telling smile on her face suggesting she had done that at some point.
“Ok thank you, I guess ill go unpack” Eloise responded, still feeling a little overwhelmed by all the new faces.
“Shouldn’t take you long” Allie joked as they all went back to their own rooms.
She wasn’t wrong, but walking into her room Eloise was still pleasantly surprised by it. The relatively barebones bedroom had a large bed, chest of drawers and tiny ensuite bathroom. It looked more like a cupboard or afterthought than a real bathroom, but at least it would give her some privacy. Putting her belongings away she sat on the bed, the realisation of where she was and what she was doing setting in for the first time. She wasn’t the sort of person to get home sick, but even still she could feel the anxiousness about her new start away from everything she knew getting the better of her.
Picking up her mug she grabbed the small bag of goodies her mum had given her and headed for the kitchen. If there was one thing her mother always use to say, it was that a cup of tea can help any situation feel better. Although that could have just been her British heritage coming through.
Nervously playing with the Uni welcome pack Eloise walked through the doorway she had been shown earlier and found a rather large kitchen and dinging room combo. The numbered cupboards matching the room numbers, opening her designated one she was unsurprised to find it completely empty. She would have to find a shop to grab some things before they shut later.
Turning on the kettle she brought out her mug, one of the few belongings she had made sure to bring with her. An old and browned piece of porcelain she had used for as long as she could remember. The outside of it emblazoned with a phoenix logo from the soccer team that played in the town her mother came from in New Zealand. She had never been, but perhaps this summer would be the perfect opportunity to travel and relax after her studies.
Watching the steam rise from the cup as she poured the water in, she could already feel its calming effects.
“There is milk in the door if you want any” Julia said having silently entered the room barefoot.
“Thank you that’s very kind, but I prefer it black.” Eloise responded, recovering from being slightly startled by her new housemate.
“Fair, you looking at what optional to do?” The tall woman said, indicating to the welcome pack Eloise had left laying open on the table.
“Optional?”
“Yeah, so you don’t get any in first term but next term you can pick from a few different modules. Kind of like choosing your major subject for the next two years, but think of them as kind of taster sessions.”
“Oh ok, so does everyone here do the same major?”
“No, im not 100% sure what Summer does, but I think the rest of us are all on different majors. But we all do the Urodynamics module each term, its pretty much mandatory if you haven’t chosen something like that as your main subject.”
“Ah ok, I guess those are the classes you all have together?”
“Some of us yeah, but there are so many people there are multiple classes so its not guaranteed.”
“I suppose this place is known for it, so it makes sense they make everyone study it. It just surprised me how many other course options there are, its almost like any other non-specialised academy.” Eloise said, taking a sip of her slightly too warm tea.
“True, we are mainly set up for Urology and you will see its impact on everything you study even if its kind of unrelated…” She paused for a moment, clearly thinking about some memory. “what subject are you doing by the way?” Julia asked, cracking a couple of eggs into a frying pan.
“Im actually just a urology student, I mean this is one of the top-rated institutions for it” Eloise responded.
“Cool! We don’t get as many as you might expect. I think a lot of people decide that the few modules we do on it are enough, they can be kind of intense.”
“Intense?”
“Lets just say there are a lot of practical’s and the school motto will make a lot more sense after your first end of year test”
“I second that, Allie said, sauntering through the door and sliding a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster after briefly checking for blue spots. “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt, Adversity Yields to Endeavour” She added, a hint of sarcasm evident in how she spoke.
“But don’t worry its nothing bad, plus the modules will prepare you for them. I didn’t have any problems with them and even Allie scored some of the highest marks” Julia said, worried they were freaking the new student out.
“Hey, what do you mean EVEN Allie.” But as she unscrewed the cap to her milk and recoiled from the smell, any feigned annoyance disappeared. “We need new milk?” She said, her eyes still narrowed by the smell as she went to pour it down the sink.
“How long have you all been here, I thought someone said you al moved in yesterday?” Eloise said, wondering how the milk could already be gone off I that was true.
“Oh yeah we did, I brought this from home. I don’t think a day in the car was good for it.” Allie replied, clearly understanding the meaning behind the question.
“Oh ok, well I need to grab some food later if you wouldn’t mind showing me the shop in a bit?” Eloise asked.
“Sure thing, I’ll just have my breakfast and we can head down. Its not far.”
“Perfect, Thank you!”
Sitting back at the table with her cup of tea she was quickly joined by Julia and Allie who was carrying a large plate of what looked like half a loaf of toast covered in Nutella, paired with an almost comically giant sports direct mug of coffee.
Flipping through her Phone she took a quick photo of her tea, sending it to her mum and dad to let them know she was settling in fine. Part of her wondering what they would get up to now they had no one to look after, her and her two brothers having all moved out over the last few years.
Looking at her welcome pack Eloise familiarised herself with the history of the campus, much of which she was already familiar with and was a large part of why she had chosen this university to study at. The pages filled with photos of smiling students, lab equipment and things you could buy from the student shop. Glancing at the faces of the students she wondered for a moment if any of them needed to pee while their photos were being taken. Blinking and frowning at herself she was caught out by her strange thoughts which she wasn’t sure why it had come to her. Although going off what her housemates had just said and the classes she would be involved with, it seemed like a strong possibility some of them did need to pee. Their hidden desperation caught on camera for all students to look through at their leisure.
“Alright then, should we head out?” Allie asked, tipping the rest of her coffee into her mouth and standing up.
“Yeah sure” Eloise replied, glad to have something to distract her from her own weird and invasive thoughts. Walking towards the door It swung open, revealing a slightly sweaty looking Vanessa and Zara, returning from their exercise class and swigging from large water bottles.
“Hey, you guys off out?” Zara asked, wiping her head with her forearm.
“Just going to the shop if either of you need anything?” Allie replied.
“Actually, mind if I join you. I still need some odds and ends” Vanessa said, throwing her gym bag into the corner, draining the rest of her bottle before turning back towards the door. “ We can give you a quick tour of the campus on the way if you want?” The dark-haired woman added.
“That would be really nice if you don’t mind.” Eloise responded. She had been nervous about who she would be paired up with, but it seemed as if she had gotten lucky with everyone here being so nice to her. Plus the fact they were 3rd years was really going to help her get to grips with this place quickly, something she was hoping to do so she could really focus on her studies. While it may have been true the grades didn’t matter this year, she was sure that falling behind now would hurt her later.
“Can we stop by the coffee shop?” Allie asked, her large morning cup apparently not enough to satiate the caffeine fiend.
Walking down the hill from the house it seemed all the university housing had been put in one area, the roads filled with students coming and going about their businesses. Teary eyed parents waving goodbye to their children who were starting university for the first time, many looking far happier than their parents.
“So there is a pub at the end of the road down there, but no one really goes to it other than some Philosophy students.” Vanessa said, making Eloise turn around to face her new tour guide.
“Then if you go down that road you have the best take away as well as the onsite pub, bar and a social club. They are all run by the student’s union so the booze is pretty cheap. Then there is a courtyard coming up that has the coffee shop, a bike shop and probably some other things that I’ve not used so who knows….” She finished summarising, a few moments of silence falling between them as Eloise tried to locate everything Vanessa had just said.
“Wow, great tour” Allie added sarcastically.
“Well I mean pub, Bar and Coffee shop what else do you need?”
“How about the main teaching blocks?”
“Oh yeah, they are over the other side of the park that’s over there. If you go between the two rows of shops, carry on following the path and it takes you straight to the Uro-block.”
“Awesome, Thank you by the way.” Eloise said, actually grateful for the quick tour even if Allie didn’t think much of it.
“See, someone appreciates my tour. Also, all the other teaching blocks are connected to that one with signposts to them all inside and outside each door. So if you can get to that block, you should be able to find your way around from there. Oh, and before I forget that’s where the toilets are too.”
“What do you mean that’s where the toilets are, don’t most of these places have them too?”
“No, the only toilets are in the main teaching campus buildings.” Vanessa answered casually, as if it was perfectly normal for work places or establishments to be without one.
“And the house?” Eloise said quizzically, unless she had been given the only one?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that one in your room. I think there is one in each housing block, two in first year accommodation, but most people don’t really use them.”
“What do you mean?” Eloise asked again, still confused by the conversation.
I mean, most of us can hold it long enough to just go in the campus when we are there. If you cant hold It a few hours I’d be worried about surviving here for long. Plus a lot of the time things come up where you can get extra credits or even cash for helping out with studies of all kinds. No point in wasting a useful resource right.”
“So neither of you pee at home?” She asked, turning to look at Allie.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say never and I did a lot in first year before I really got myself under control. But honestly, I cant remember the last time I didn’t use a campus toilet.” She said casually as they walked towards the coffee shop. “Its kind of frowned upon for third years to be that needy, almost a sign of failing to lean and demonstrate what we are being taught.” She added.
“But haven’t you been here for a day already?”
“Yeah so?” Allie asked, reaching for the door handle and turning it.
“You haven’t gone in all that time?”
Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh behind her “Oh I forgot what it was like to be a freshman. Yeah, trust me over the next couple of years you will realise how inconvenient or costly it can be to pee and probably develop your own limits considerably. Although, even in first year a day wasn’t too hard for me, you might have to start working on it if you want to make the most of your time here.” She finished, the ending a little more harsh than perhaps she had meant it but the message was clear.
“Oh, ok” Eloise said slightly sheepishly, was it so unusual to pee as often as she did, would that affect her grades? She hadn’t considered all of the extra things she might have to do when applying to this university. Its renown for studying all things bladder based now taking on a new emphasis in her mind, not only theoretical but apparently physical.
“Hey, don’t look so glum. Everyone starts out like you, we have two years of experience on our side.” Allie tried to comfort her slightly. “And even the smallest bladders in first year are all much stronger now, Speaking of…” Allie smiled to herself as they approached the counter.
“Hey summer, Usual please”
“Hey Allie, sure thing.” The blonde said, smiling sweetly at her.
“Oh and this is our new housemate by the way.”
“Sorry I missed the move in” Summer said, offering her hand for Eloise to shake across the counter.
“No problem, nice to meet you too” Eloise said, smiling and shaking her hand.
“So I know Allie’s drink of choice, what are you after?”
“Oh sorry, I’m good thank you. They are just giving me a quick tour on the way to the shop.”
“Ah awesome. Yeah definitely feel like we have a good house this year”
“Its only been one day” Allie joked, accepting her Coffee and paying for it with her watch that seemed identical to the one Eloise currently had on.
“You going the Freshers initiation later?” Summer asked, looking back towards her and ignoring Allies comment.
“Initiation?” Eloise asked apprehensively
“Its just a party don’t worry, no cult sacrifices or anything like that. Just cheep booze and ice breakers.” Vanessa said, stepping up and giving her own order. “Almost everyone goes to it from Urodynamics. Mainly first years but some second and third years go along, I think we have been every year and its good fun.”
“Sure, I mean if you guys are going im happy to join.” Eloise said, not one for large parties but she was coming here to do new things so why not join in. Plus it would give her a good chance to get to know all her new housemates.
It was a thought she was starting to regret as she stood in her room a few hours later looking at herself in the mirror. Her plain looking body draped in a dress she had owned for years and had hoped to fill out into at least with her top half. But to her frustration, it seemed the late flowering her mum talked about simply wasn’t happening. Ruffling the cream coloured dress she had a quick spin before heading into the on suite bathroom. After her new friends comments earlier she had put this off far longer than she had intended, trying to push herself a little. Her desperation had hit new heights when she had been putting on her matching heels, the final straw that made her realise enough was enough. Shuffling quickly to the toilet she sat down and let out a powerful stream, staring at the blank wall opposite with her arms on her thighs she sighed deeply. What was she getting herself into tonight, hopefully nothing too crazy.
Hearing the excited rabble of a few others in the kitchen over her stream, she figured it was about time to join the others.
Stepping into the kitchen she was met with a new face, the one remaining person to meet.
“Uh, hi im guessing you are Lucy?” She asked, holding out a hand tentatively to the buxom and tall red head standing next to Vanessa.
“Don’t be silly” She said, waving away the hand and coming in for a deep hug. “It’s nice to meet you Eloise, you ready to have some fun tonight?” She asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes that told her that Lucy definitely was.
“Yeah, although im probably not going to drink too much with Lectures starting tomorrow.”
“Haven’t you seen the Email, classes are Cancelled!” Lucy almost yelled happily.
Turning on her watch Eloise quickly scanned to the Email app and sure enough there it was.
“Dear Students,
Because of a major electrical fault, the main teaching blocks have been closed for your safety while essential repairs are made to the system. As such, all lessons are postponed until it is deemed safe to renter the buildings. Please keep an eye on your emails to make sure you don’t miss any updates.
Sincerely, Dean Mary Johnson.”
“Wait, so its just the teaching blocks that are closed, isn’t that a little weird?” Eloise asked, the others shrugging at her.
“Hey, it works for me. I think Julia might be the only one upset that classes are cancelled for now.” Kay joked.
“Yeah, so no excuses. Lets get ready to have fun!” Zara cheered loudly, the others joining in.
That voice of regret getting a little louder in the back of Eloise’s mind, but she just had to keep reminding herself, she was here to try and see new things.
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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
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Chapter 2: Pyramid Party.
“Is everything in place?” the partially obscured figure asked, her back to the only other person in the room as she looked out a large window over the campus.
“Yes Mam, as you requested.” Replied the woman behind her, taking a couple of steps forwards and placing something on the large desk.
“So all the delivery mechanisms are paired only to activate in close proximity to the list of devices I gave you?”
“Yes mam, they will only be activated if they remain in proximity for more than 5 seconds to the list of watches you gave me.”
“Perfect, you may go” she said, waving her hand at the door.
Sitting back in her chair she pulled open the bottom draw, sliding in a small plastic box from her desk and the signed order form that had just been returned to her.
Picking up a small white sphere from the desk she inspected it in her fingers, rolling it around as she watched the light bounce of its shiny surface.
Her hand stopped moving for a second, before she leaned over and dropped the orb into the glass of liquid she had been drinking from. Immediately it began to fizz and within seconds it had completely disappeared, leaving no trace as to its existence. “Perfect” she muttered again, sliding the drawer closed.
After waiting for Summer to get home after work and quickly change, the group of new friends made their way down the street towards the social club where tonight’s party was being organised.
“So how many people usually turn up to this thing?” Eloise asked
“Probably like 300 students, which is maybe two thirds of everyone.” Vanessa replied.
“Usually its mainly first years and some second and third years.” Kay replied, trying to pull something out of Julia’s small bag, the only one of them with something to carry items.
“So some tips for tonight if you want to survive it, don’t accept drinks from anyone else even if they are cute. Don’t mix alcohol, if you are doing beer stick to beer, and the same with any other type. Shots are good at getting you drunk but at £1 a go you may as well just get a regular drink and do it slower.” Kay continued, finally freeing her hand and whatever it was from Julia’s bag while the black haired woman looked on slightly annoyed.
“And take one of these, always cover your drink.” She said, handing over a folding straw lid combo thing.
“Why, I thought this was a nice university I cant believe anyone would drug you here.” Eloise said shocked, maybe she had made a mistake coming here after all.
“Oh no its not that, its…lets just say there is a stupid tradition where dickheads go around slipping diuretics into first year’s drinks. The straw turns blue if detects anything” Allie said, trying to calm her down although the casualness of that comment really didn’t fit the bill in her mind.
“Really!?”
“Yeah you would think that a bunch of students at one of the most prestigious Urodynamics and bladder holding universities would know better. But I suppose in terms of hazing its not too bad.” Vanessa added.
“For you, you were in a skirt when it happened and didn’t almost wet your Jeans every 5 minutes.” Summer interjected.
“Look, You were the one who refused to leave and besides you did better than Jess and Mandy”
“That’s because Jess got a triple dose and Mandy had the bladder of a mouse.” Vanesa said, a slight tone of mockery detectible as she spoke about the other women’s bladders.
“Is that even safe.” Eloise asked, still worried about what she was hearing.
“That’s the one upside, at least the people doing it knew enough to make it safeish.” Kay replied.
“Didn’t stop Jess pissing herself four times in two hours, including in the cab we shared back. I just wish I knew who did it so I could have passed on the bill. Lucy added, her own annoyance easy to hear although it was hard to tell if it was about her friends loss of control or the person who had caused it.
“Yeah, but you don’t have anything to worry about Eloise. It only seems to happen on this one night and seems to only be aimed at first years. So if you stick around us, people might just think you transferred into our year.” Zara said, the first and finally comforting thing any of them had said in the last minute.
“Oh ok, thank you for telling me all this and looking out for me.”
“Hey, your one of us now!” Allie added, grabbing her and pulling her into a half hug as they walked along.
Walking into the large hall the first thing Eloise noticed was the giant pyramid of Beer crates that were piled up in the centre of the room. The second was the large crowd of students awkwardly standing around it.
“Result, another pyramid party” Allie said, high fiving Zara as they walked in.
“Pyramid party?” Eloise asked confused by yet another new custom.
“Yeah, so its kind of like a …oh never mind” Allie stopped, pointing towards a woman holding a clipboard and walking towards the pyramid.
“Hello Freshers!” The woman said enthusiastically, a chorus of cheers going around from the students.
“So tonight we have a very special way to introduce all you newbies into the university, in what we like to call a pyramid party.”
“Here in the centre we have £1,000 of beer that has been generously paid for by the students union and for tonight it is free, for most of you.” She said, pausing for dramatic effect. Walking over to the wall next to the door she put a sheet up, 10 large stars on the front of it.
“For most of you, the beer is free. But for those of you unable to hold your bladders with the true strength of a Galgani Alumni. Brining shame to our prestigious university the cost is high…£100. The first 10 of you that lose control will have to pay it, but if you can finish the pyramid before 10 of you first years lose control then the cost is paid by us the third years!” Her sentiment followed by a number of playful boo’s from the third years. “Not only that, if you can finish this monumental task you all drink free for one term.”
A number of excited murmurs went around the crowd, a lot of the freshmen apparently liking their chances. But Eloise was doing the maths, there had to be 100 crates, each with two dozen cans…that was 2,400 beers that they needed to drink! There was no way the almost 300 students could drink that right? Or maybe that was the point. To give people an incentive to drink quickly and not realise that also meant filling their bladders quickly too. Although, if that was happening then if she paced herself she wouldn’t end up disgracing herself or having to fork out the money. The exuberant chanting and cheering for some of the women around her only putting her mind more at ease, they would all be drunk and desperate far before her.
“Without further ado, if Jenny would be so kind as to lock the door to stop people sneaking out. Let the games begin!” She shouted as a number of the students rushed the pyramid, tearing open the cardboard boxes and feverously ripping the beers out as if they had been given a time limit.
“Well may as well make the most of the free drinks.” Lucy said, walking towards the pile and carefully picking up and entire crate from the top and casually brining it back to their group as they stood around a tall table. Opening it she began handing around the cans, of which Eloise took one as did all the others. Kay finding a number of plastic cups and handing them around so they could each use their colour changing straws as an extra precaution.
“Shouldn’t you be trying to stop them finishing the pyramid?” Eloise asked, unsure why they would all drink the beer if it was increasing the chances of them paying for it.
“Oh no, trust us there is no way they can make it through all this. That’s 1,200 litres of beer right there.” Vanessa said, opening a can and pouring it into her cup.
“So has anyone ever finished it?” Eloise asked, intrigued by the event.
“I mean there are tales of it being done, something about a pair of massive bladdered women chugging it all back. But that was like 15 or more years ago and its gotten to the point where no one even knows who started it, and the dates change all the time so its probably just to give you guys hope.” Julia responded, sipping lightly on her straw and trying not to remove her purple lipstick on it.
Looking back to the pile she could see a number of women ravenously opening cans, tipping them back with reckless abandon as some of the beer spilled down their chins. She had seen things about binge drinking in England on the Television but this just seemed extreme, how could they possibly be enjoying what they were just shoving into their mouths. One of the women smashing the can against her head and crumpling it into a pile as her friends cheered, instantly going for another one.
“Holy shit, these first years are mad.” Lucy said, watching over Eloise’s shoulder at the spectacle in the middle of the room.
“They will burn themselves out pretty quick.” Vanessa said, dismissing the loud groups confidence.
But over the next hour she was proven right, the loud boisterous behaviour giving way to more drunken dancing and rambling at tables instead of the aggressive displays of drinking that were going on previously. Despite that Almost half the pile of beer was already gone and ignoring the desperate movements of a few of the women on the dance floor no one had lost it yet.
Finishing her third beer, Eloise was starting to feel her own bladder fill. It wasn’t uncomfortable and she knew there was a long way to go, but the one down side of the straw was that it made drinking all to easy. Plus, if there was one thing she was learning about Lucy it was that she liked to play host. A new can appearing almost instantly each time her cup ran empty, the busty red head sliding one over as if she was watching everyone drink and waiting for the split second they stopped. Staring down at the unopened carn in her mind she made a mental note not to drink this one too quickly. Sighing heavily she enjoyed the cold of the can against her hand for a moment before cracking it open and pouring the large beer into her glass.
Making small talk with Lucy they laughed at the others dancing on the floor at the centre of the room, a strange mixture of Allie and Kay reservedly stepping from side to side with their drinks in their hands while the others danced slightly provocatively around them.
“Oooh, Come on I love this one” Lucy said out of the blue, grabbing Eloise by the arm and dragging her out onto the dance floor. Feeling herself pressed amongst the crowd forming on the floor it seemed a lot of people liked this one, thankfully the slight buzz from the beer was enough to get over the awkwardness and join in. A chorus of voices screaming out the lyrics to a song that seemed to be a list of drinks someone called Danny boy was drinking before getting knocked down and getting up again. She might have had a good grasp of English but this made no sense to her, although the energy everyone seemed to have as they almost jumped around the floor was hard not to get wrapped up in. A broad smile spreading across her face as she couldn’t help but laugh, even Allie and Kay were screaming the lyrics at the top of their voices.
But as quickly as it started the song ended and the instant dance party faded away as a number of cries about the next song rang around.
“Mr. Brightside, really?” Lucy joined in, walking back to their table and Eloise gladly following. As much fun as it had been to watch that, she had never been much of a dancer.
“Oh man, nothing like Chumawumba to work up a sweat” Lucy joked, her hand picking up a cup from the table and tipping it back as she downed it in one go.
“I think that might have been mine.” Eloise said, pointing to her friends cup as she tipped it back.
“Oh shit, sorry.”
“Oh no, its no problem, you didn’t use the straw so its fine.” She wasn’t a germaphobe, but sharing straws was a bit too far for her.
“My bad” Lucy said, handing Eloise her almost empty cup back and then sliding another beer towards her.
Drinking the last few centimetres of beer from the bottom she couldn’t help but notice a strange bitter taste. Her mind instantly reeling as she tried not to grimace at the thought of it being Lucy’s backwash. But stifling that thought she cracked open the next beer, pulling out the straw so she could pour it in more easily. But as she did she noticed the colour, it had gone blue! Someone had tried to dose her with diuretics.
“Uh……” she paused, she wasn’t sure why but something was stopping her.
“You good?” Lucy asked, a bemused look on her face.
“I…yeah, I just wanted to say thanks for tonight.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you are an emotional drunk” Lucy said a smirk on her face.
Laughing together Eloise was wondering why she hadn’t said anything. This was her friend and yet she could feel this deep desire to see this play out. The group of them had already gone days without a bathroom break and she was fascinated to see how long they could go. She had always been interested in this stuff, its why she was studying it after all.
Carefully sliding the straw back into the cup she filled it back up with beer, the amber liquid obscuring the colour of her straw that she hoped would slowly fade back to its normal clearer colour.
Soon the others joined them back at the table, the small talk resuming as the drinking intensified again. Watching the pile of crates in the centre only the bottom layer of the pyramid was left, giving the impression they were almost done. But in reality it was actually the largest layer with the most beers in it, possibly a cunning ploy from whoever had planned it.
“Oh my god!” a cry came from Eloise’s left, interrupting their chit chat.
Looking over a tall blonde-haired student was being watched by a small crowd as she became the first to loose control of her bladder. Streams of pee almost silently racing down her bare legs and pooling on the floor underneath her. But moments later she wasn’t the only one, her friend that had cried out after noticing her losing control burst out laughing, the second woman’s hands flying to the crotch of her jeans as she fought for control while drunkenly laughing. Moments later as her body heaved up and down the crotch of her light coloured jeans darkened. Streaks of wetness spreading rapidly down both her legs as she continued to uncontrollably laugh at her friend who was currently hiding her face, a pair of puddles growing beneath them and their other friends backing away.
A loud bell suddenly rang as the woman with the clipboard re appeared, “Looks like we have our first two losers!” she cheered. A cheer that most of the second and third years joined in on as they got a couple of steps closer to their free drinks. Taking the names and campus houses from the pair she was given a small compact camera, snapping a couple of pictures onto the special made device they instantly printed out in the shape of a star. Walking over to the board she slapped the stickers onto it, the first markings that left just 8 slots to go. The photos of the women in their wet clothing a reminder to the rest of them what fait would befall them if they couldn’t control themselves.
Looking back at the table she was surprised to see Summer dumping a second crate of beers on their table, cracking another one open and seemingly not shocked by what she had just seen.
“So have you signed up for any clubs yet?” She asked, handing out another round of beers that Eloise gladly didn’t partake in as her cup was still full.
“Um, no I haven’t found anything yet. I only got here today.”
“Oh yeah” Summer replied, a slightly drunk grin on her face that surprised Eloise, apparently her tolerance wasn’t that high. But given the tiny petite frame the blonde sported it was unsurprising that it would all go to her head.
“There is a freshers fare club fare tomorrow if you want to go?” Julia responded, its always worth a look around especially in your first year.
“Cool, that sounds great! So do all of you guys go to a club or something together?” Eloise asked the table.
“No not really, we actually have pretty different hobbies thinking about it. But we are all active like there are these gym classes and things we all talked about doing with each other yesterday. So you are more than welcome to join us, if that’s your thing?”
“Maybe, im not really a gym person but I guess its good to stay active” Eloise replied. In fact it was a little understatement from reality, she couldn’t honestly remember the last time she did something like a gym class. But maybe it would be more fun with friends.
“Sure thing, well the invite is always open” Julia added, noisily slurping from her straw.
Over the next hour the bell was rung 6 more times, many students fleeing the building after giving their details in the hope of making it home without wetting themselves. A couple of others loosing control out of sight of Eloise and the group, but the loud bell and cheers was a clear indication of what was happening. Putting a hand on her own bladder she could definitely feel it getting full, an uncomfortable pressure now constantly reminding her of all the beers she had drunk. But with only two stars left she was quietly confident that she would be able to manage, after all she had been making sure not to drink too much while it seemed everyone else was busily guzzling down beer after beer including her friends.
Glancing over at Lucy Eloise was still amazed at the strength of the woman’s bladder, despite having drunk what was probably a diuretic laden beer it seemed she felt no need to pee or was extremely good at hiding it.
A loud smashing noise caught her attention from the small talk they were taking part in, another clearly drunk student was currently walking into the ping pong table and had almost tipped it. A hand in her crotch she unsteadily stumbled forwards, streams of wetness running down her red pants and turning them a deep crimson as she walked. Clearly too drunk to even care, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she walked between the rows of students now staring at her, a large bulge slowly deflating in her abdomen as she wet herself. After noticing what was happening a friend of hers quickly ran over, her own legs scissoring madly as she fought her own desperation and lead the still peeing woman over to the front door to get her some air after her photo was taken unceremoniously by the woman in charge. Although given the dotting friends obveious desperation it could just have been a cunning way of getting out of the place without having pee herself or pay.
“What a mess” Vanessa said, looking on at the stream of liquid that had been left across the floor of the thankfully concrete building.
“These first years are kind of insane” Julia said half laughing.
“Come on, you remember what it was like in first year. First time away from the parents and given free beer.” Lucy said, opening yet another beer and handing out a few more left in the bottom of the third crate. “Dam, one short”
“Its ok, I think im gonna skip the next one” Eloise said.
“You doing ok?” Summer asked, a concerned look on her face.
“What, oh yeah im fine but I don’t know how you English can drink so much of this stuff” She said, looking at the beer can in front of her.
“Fair, well im going to get us another crate” Kay said, taking a step towards the middle and then stopping.
“Holy shit they have almost done it.” She said, a stunned look on her face.
Turning to the centre of the room there were just 4 crates sitting there, only 96 beers stood between the first years and the achievement so many had failed before.
“Damn, they have been putting it away.” Julia said, similarly surprised.
“They wont make it, just look at them” Vanessa said slightly coldly, but she was right. All around the room were clearly desperate students. Their hands buried in their crotches as they danced or writhed in desperation. Each one of them hoping not to be the last one to wet themselves, clutching themselves to maintain control for just a little while longer. The dancefloor now filled with mainly second and third years who were clearly unaffected by the volume of drinks they had consumed. Their years of study here training them to hold more and hold for longer than those arriving a few days earlier.
“So…do we get another crate?” Summer asked.
“Maybe just get us all another round and leave the others there.”
“Yeah, don’t want to be the third years that accidently get the freshers off the hook for this lot.”
Walking over summer opened the box, many of their first years eyeing her slightly as she pulled out three beers, tossing them to Zara who went with her and then grabbing another 3 for the rest of them.
Half an hour later and somehow everyone was still dry and more remarkably there was just one crate left, sitting in the centre of the room and surrounded by an almost spotlight affect from the light bulb above it. The third years had all clearly thought similarly to Vanessa and had unwittingly moved the first years so much closer to their goal by helping themselves. Now all eyes were looking towards the last crate, hoping and urging someone else to take it as the first years bordered on losing control and full to their ultimate final capacities. An awkward standoff now taking place between the various groups of friends, no one wanting to take it but knowing that each moment no one did was one moment closer to losing. The DJ was doing her best to keep the party atmosphere going, but even that was struggling as everyone waited for the inevitable to happen.
“Fuck it, come on girls!” A rallying cry for action from a short brunette caught everyone attention as she strode forwards, a group of six or seven other desperate looking women following her awkwardly. Each obviously well past their comfortable limit, their legs shaking and hands gripping themselves tightly despite the embarrassment they were feeling. Although, given the rosy cheeks and unsteady walking Eloise was sure that most of them were too tipsy to even feel the embarrassment.
“Handing out a can to each of her friends she looked back when one refused to take it.
“Come on bella, Im dying I…I just cant take any more.”
“Do you want to pay for these, or do you want to go down in history Tina!”
“But…..” Bella tried again
“Look, the quicker we drink it the quicker you can pee and the quicker we win. If we do it fast enough, these wont even have time to reach your bladder!”
Reluctantly the desperate girl accepted the can into her hand as everyone in the room was now wrapped up in what was happening. This group of desperate students were going for it, could they do it? Or would it simply be too much?
Cracking their first cans open the speed most of them drank with was a tell-tale sign of how uncomfortable they were, the slow sips watched by the room as they forced more beer into their already bloated bodies. The gaseous drink filling them up uncomfortably with liquid and air at the same time.
Only two of the group seemed to have the ability to chug, the leader and another of her friends, the pair downing their beers and instantly grabbing another.
“Come on, just a couple more and we will have finished!” she cheered again, slurring her words a little bit. “Go Lexi!” she shouted to her friend already halfway through the second beer, her eyes glazing over as she drank. Her mind focussed and body acting like a machine as she forced herself to drink.
Still sipping the others of her group gave each other nervous looks, they knew what these two were like on a night out and could see where this was heading. But at the same time they all shared the same optimism that this might be possible after all. Speeding up slightly they all finished their first ones around the time as the dominant pair finished their second. The clang of empty beer cans ringing out again as they dropped them where they stood.
“Oh no” Tina whimpered.
“Don’t you dare, just hold it a little longer!” Bella almost commanded, her hand going into the back of the box and pulling out another, her and Lexi drinking with renewed vigour as they saw the impending loss of control of their friend coming. They just had to beat it.
But a few moments later a load groan came from the centre of the room, but it wasn’t from Tina. Next to where Bella was standing Lexi had slumped onto the floor as she drank, her hand getting better access to the almost empty crate. With her thighs pressed together on the floor and her knees bent so that her feet were behind her she let out another groan, her whole body starting to shake with effort. One hand on her bladder, the other between her legs. But as she struggled to maintain her control and her friends drank desperately around her the light started to catch on something quickly spreading across the floor.
“Nooo” She whined loudly, a large puddle quickly expanding around from where she was sitting, she had lost control. In the silence of the room as the last song ended an audible hissing noise replaced it, Lexi’s pink skirt that was draped around her turning magenta as it soaked up the pee that was rushing out of her heavily distended bladder. She had pushed it to its limits but she had lost.
“Not you Lexi” Bella said, surprised that it was her apparent partner in crime to have cost them the victory. But beside them another stream started, a heavy drumbeat of liquid falling from Tina as another of their group lost control of their bladders. The desperate and pleading woman hiding her face as the whole room watched on as two of them pissed themselves surrounded by their classmates.
“I cant believe you two!” Beth said, her voice clearly annoyed that the pair of them couldn’t last just 5 more minutes.
“Im sorry” Tina replied, starting to sob quietly as her pee raced down her darkening and once stylish brown playsuit.
“Like you could hold out long enough to drink those” Tina replied, her face far more relaxed but not taking any of her friends’ criticism. A loud bell sounded as the tenth and final bladder lost control, the woman with the clipboard appearing out of nowhere.
“Looks like were off the hook!” she shouted happily, the awkward silence of the room filled with a cheer from all of those still in control of their bladders. As soon Lexi’s photo was taken while still sitting in the large puddle she was still adding too, it was placed on the chart and a slow shambling stampede of people rushing for the door began. Flying open the horde of desperate first years flowed out onto the campus, searching for anywhere to relieve themselves.
Back inside the building it seemed only Eloise and the second and third years had remained inside, although she had to admit her need was getting desperate. But she was still confident that she could make it back in plenty of time and at least she knew she had a bathroom to use.
“Well, that was closer than most years.” Lucy joked
“Your telling me, I was starting to get worried for my wallet.” Summer joined in. But a clang in the centre of the room caught their attention. Apparently despite her friends running off Bella was still standing in the middle of the room, the crate emptied and a line of 3 full cans standing outside it as she went to grab another.
“Is she really doing that?” Julia asked quietly.
“Seems like it. Well, I guess the free beers gone so whose round is it?” Vanessa said nonchalantly.
“I think im going to pass, I really cant stomach much more of this stuff” Eloise said, feeling the beer starting to churn in her stomach uneasily.
“Light weight” Kay joked.
“I mean she outlasted most of the others, plus she seems to be able to handle her alcohol much better than them too.” Summer said in her support.
“Im not really a beer drinker” Eloise countered, which was true but only part of the reason she was skipping out on them tonight. Her full bladder now pulsing inside her slightly to the extent the walk back might be more of a problem than she had anticipated if she didn’t leave soon.
Another loud clunk from the centre of the room signalled Bella had finished yet another.
Despite her own need getting worse by the second Eloise could feel a slightly morbid fascination growing about the struggles of the woman standing in the middle of the room. One hand clutching a beer that she was attempting to chug and the other between her tightly crossed legs in a slightly drunken manner. For more than 30 minutes she watched her, the last two cans going down uneasily and with a number of pauses between gulps. But somehow she forced herself to drink them, her stomach easy to see as it pushed up against the tight waist of her jeans and caused her light white top to ride up slightly.
The last loud clunk reverberated around the room as Eloise stood there with her legs crossed tightly, waiting in anticipation to see what would win out, Bella’s bladder or her thirst.
“Told you I could have done it” Bella said loudly to her friend that was long gone.
Letting out a loud burp she turned towards the door as a river of pee started to stream down her legs. Her grey jeans becoming saturated as she continued to walk towards the door, in apparent disregard for what was going on or the warmth spreading down her legs. Bellas face was completely absent of emotion as she walked out of the building, a strange drunken look of satisfaction on it as the pints of beer poured out of her and into her clothes.
Unable to wait any longer and having nothing to distract her, Eloise excused herself whilst bobbing on the spot slightly. Knowing looks from many of her new housemates told her she wasn’t being subtle but who could blame her. Saying her goodbyes for the night she escaped into the cool evening that did nothing for her bladder. A shiver going up her spine she started her way back, stepping over the numerous puddles streams and even discarded underwear.
Clicking the door open with her watch she was thankful to have a hand free to hold herself. Rushing into her bedroom she kicked off her shoes and barged into the only toilet in the house. Hear clothes quickly falling away as she almost threw herself onto the toilet, letting out a deep sigh as the nights contents of beer started to flow out of her.
As the seconds ticked by her mind went back to the others, were they really not planning on peeing tonight? How long could they possibly last, it had been more than two days and they had each drunk litres since then. Even just thinking about it Eloise found that strange sense of anticipation growing, she was excited to see how long these iron bladdered housemates of hers could hold it.
She had come to this university to study the bladder and it seemed it was already giving her the best live action experiment possible.
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Here is Chapter two, I hope you all enjoy.
Thank you all for your amazing support and kind comments on the last Chapter! |
Chapter 3: Climbing the walls.
“Did we get what we were looking for?” The woman asked, the light in the room displaying the face of an aging but strong jawed woman. The curtains open and letting light spill across the floor, her figure still shadowed by the contrast caused by the bright light.
“Yes mam, the biometric readings came in clear and strong. We should be able to make good estimates from them.” The woman said, bowing as she walked closer to the desk.
“How many have made it this far?”
“All the second and third years are still participating. But only around 10% of the first years made it through the night.”
“Understandable, its about the same as previous years.” The woman in the chair nodded. “Any candidates among them for special training?”
“Yes mam” The woman replied, placing a large dossier folder on the desk. “In there you will find the top 10 promising first years. However, with some still holding on those are just the preliminary findings.”
“Ok good…What is this that I hear about a mishap?”
“Oh…” the woman paused for a moment, clearly compiling her thoughts. “There was a mishap with delivery mechanism, from our readings we believe one of your group have been exposed to the diuretic.”
“Unfortunate, but it may yield some interesting results. Keep me apprised of its outcome.” The woman said unemotionally, snapping the binder closed and laying it on the desk again.
“If that is all?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. The woman opposite her bowing and leaving the room.
The large door closing with a thump as she eyed the folder once again, things were about to get interesting.
Waking up the following morning Eloise stumbled over to the bathroom, bracing herself against the sink she stared into the mirror. The nights drinking taking a toll on her, her skin paler and a little clammy. Grabbing a flannel she quickly washed up and used the toilet before making her towards the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the house along with the sizzle and quiet chatter from whoever was in the kitchen.
Strolling in she was surprised to see almost the entire house standing around the small room, only Allie and Kay seemed to be missing.
“Morning” she greeted them, covering a yawn with her mouth. “I take it you are all morning people” she added, the way they were dressed giving away the fact many of them were ready for the day and hadn’t just crawled out of bed like herself.
“Morning” Summer said cheerily, chopping up some fruit and dropping it in the large blender with an entire carton of Orange juice.
“Most of us seem to be, but it doesn’t look like Allie and Kay are. But then again we have only been living together for a couple of days.” Vanessa said, crunching into an apple.
“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting. You all seem like you know each other really well.”
“Well, we have known each other for 2 years now I guess.” Lucy said, sipping a cup of coffee that reminded Eloise of why she came in. Filling the kettle, she turned it on and patiently waited for it to boil.
“So you still planning on heading up to the fare this afternoon?” Lucy asked.
“Yeah, sounded like a good way to see what sort of things are going on.”
“Awesome, yeah a lot of them are free for the first session so why not try a load of things.” Summer said before silencing the room with her noisy blender.
“I got to make a move guys, Gymnastics meet up for the competition next week.” Zara shouted over the noise, quickly grabbing her toast that had just pinged out the top of top of the toaster and heading out with a bag over one shoulder. Waving back at them with the toast held between teeth she closed the door a little too loudly, the noise waking up Kay who shouted something incoherent but the tone giving away she wasn’t too impressed by the loud wake up.
After being joined by a dishevelled Kay and finishing off their breakfasts, Kay, Summer and Vanessa headed up with her to the main campus for the fresher’s fare. Eloise wasn’t exactly sure what to expect and didn’t have any real plans on joining anything, but it was still fun to go around and see what was happening around the campus.
“So, are any of you guys members of these societies?” Eloise asked, awkwardly accepting a brochure about sexual health from a well-meaning middle-aged woman who was just openly yelling about STD’s.
“I’m not” Lucy said, herself refusing one from the same woman who gave her a less than pleased look.
“I’m actually the president of the vegan society, you should totally join us!” Summer said enthusiastically.
“Oh, im sorry im not a vegan…” Eloise apologised.
“Its ok, you don’t have to be.”
“Really?”
“I mean we all are, but we are open to people who just want to join in or learn more.”
“Ok, well I will think about it. Might come to one to see what its all about.”
“Awesome, you wont regret it!” Summer replied, a beaming smiled on her face.
“What about the rest of you guys?” Eloise said, slightly to chance the topic and already feeling bad about the fact she probably wouldn’t ever end up going.
“Well Zara has her gymnastics but I don’t know about the rest of them?” Vanessa added, shrugging slightly.
“Im not but…Ooooh there it is.” Kay said slightly uncharacteristically joyous. Almost running away from them she made her way to a large booth covered in gadgets and cameras. From old Kodak film ones to modern DSLR kits the stall had it all.
“Hey guys you interested in signing up today for the photography club?” A chirpy looking pink haired woman behind it asked.
“Yes!” Kay said enthusiastically. “I meant too last year but…kind of forgot about it.”
“That ok, we are always happy to get new members.” The woman said smiling cheerily.
“What about you guys?”
“I don’t have a camera” Vanessa said flatly, the eyes of the woman flinching slightly before turning to Eloise.
“I….” She started
“If you don’t have one we have some you can loan”
“Sure, why not. It might be fun!” Eloise said, signing her name under Kay’s on the list. At least this would give the two of them something in common.
“And you two?” The pink haired woman asked, sensing an opportunity.
“I prefer to be in front of the camera than behind” Lucy joked.
“I have work and I just don’t have time.” Summer said apologetically.
“No problem, as for you two we are having a little contests between the members. Taking life shots and photos from around the campus, kind of like an ice breaker and to give us something to talk about in our first group meeting next week if you can make it?”
“That sounds like fun, so is life shots like people and things like that?” Eloise asked, giving away how little she knew about photography.
“Yeah, just anything that catches your eye or artistic shots of everyday life. Basically, it can be anything you want, we wanted to start out easy with you guys.” The woman finished, smiling as the group slowly moved onto the next rows of stalls.
The variety of sports and clubs offered at this university was really starting to surprise Eloise, everywhere she looked there were tables covered in colourful adverts, many of them for things she had never heard of.
“Pharmacy society?” She said, spotting a table with a couple of people in lab coats.
“Yeah, don’t bother its kind of a weird club.” Kay responded.
“What do you mean, how do you even have a club for it?”
“They do ‘experiments. Basically, they make their own drugs, wouldn’t surprise me if they were the ones putting diuretics in the drinks.” Summer replied.
“Kay is right, they tend to attract a certain group of people, so I would give it a skip.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” Eloise said, once again glad that she had met nice people already. Although, she hadn’t really had any intention of joining whether they had said anything or not. In fact she had no intention of joining anything really, but it seemed like the things to do.
The group wandered around until the early evening checking out the stalls and grabbing as many free samples of stuff as possible including coffee, beer and pizza. Despite the fact none of them actually signed up for anything further. But it did at least make Eloise more familiar with the campus layout and give her some thoughts as to the sorts of things she might look for in the future. But for now she was happy just to balance moving to a new country, making friends and her studies.
Opening the door to Iron house a couple of hours later they were greeted by the sight of a number of new cardboard boxes sitting in the corridor. Although unlike the empty ones the day before these seemed to be full of food, or at least groceries.
“Sorry guys” A shout came from the kitchen as Allie rushed out. “It arrived late and I haven’t put it away yet.”
“What is it?” Summer asked, peering in one of the boxes.
“Its ingredients, im going to bake some food for the book club. We have a big thing tomorrow and I thought I would help out by making some snacks.”
“Some” Vanessa joked, looking around at the mass of things Allie had ordered.
“Well I know who isn’t going to get any of the left overs” Allie said, jokingly crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows at Vanessa.
“Well, if I had known there might have been left overs I might have been nicer” She laughed, failing to keep a straight face in response.
“Yessss!” Lucy said excitedly, looking at her phone, causing the others to look at her.
“Sorry, so I was speaking to this girl yesterday from my course and they are having a massive party tonight and I just scored us a way in!”
“Another party?” Summer said, already sounding unsure of if she wanted to go.
“Yeah, but not like a freshers party, like an actually good one with DJ. Mo, classy drinks and a full bar with discount.”
“Im in!” Vanessa said enthusiastically.
“Well im not, I’ve go things to do” Allie said, indicating to the ingredients she was just talking about.
“what about you Eloise?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t know, I think im still feeling it from yesterday. Im not use to this level of drinking, I might just stay in and help Allie out, if you need any help that is?”
“Just trying to get those free samples” Lucy said, poking fun at her but putting Eloise at ease. She hated to turn down people who had clearly been thinking of her when making their plans.
“Yeah sure, some help would actually be amazing.” Allie said, smiling at Eloise.
“Ok, but summer you have to come out with us. Its at that same place they had one at the end of last year. The drinks were like 80% off and the cocktails are massive!”
“I don’t think I went to that, plus I kind of….”
“Im not taking no for an answer. Come on were in third years, when are we going to have another opportunity like this with classes being cancelled. We have to go!” Lucy poured it on thick.
“Uuuhh Fine, but I’m not getting smashed” Summer said, only getting a loud scoff from Lucy as she turned towards the stairs. A clear sign that suggested it was not going to happen if she had anything to do with it.
Dropping the free items she had accumulated in her room, Eloise could feel her stomach grumbling at her. Despite snaking on free samples, she hadn’t really eaten anything all day and it was already 5pm. Walking back out into the kitchen she opened the freezer, taking out a frozen salmon pastry she had found in the shop yesterday. Turning on the cheap looking electric oven she slid the metal tray in and took a seat on the couch, beginning to flip through the various channels they seem to have.
Soon, she was joined by Summer who slouched on the sofa with one of her giant fruit smoothies in her hand.
“Is that not going to stop you wanting dinner?” Eloise asked as she watched the small blonde downing the almost 2 litres of fruit juice.
“what?” Summer asked, her attention being on the tv she looked at Eloise, a green moustache currently on her upper lip from the large jug she was drinking from.
“Oh, I just…that’s a lot of fruit before dinner.” Eloise said, trying not to stare at her friends’ upper lip.
“This is my dinner, Im on a juice diet thing it’s supposed to be good for you.”
“So that’s all you eat in a day?”
“Yeah, I have 3 of these. They are really filling but only like 300 calories for the full 1.5 litres. But I only do it twice a week since I’m doing it more for health than weight loss.”
“Sounds like a pretty good diet, although I’m not sure I could handle that much fruit each day.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to lie it was a little sickly when I first started. But ive been on them for about a year now and I do feel healthier. You just have to make sure to drink almost just as much water as you do fruit, it’s a lot of fibre to eat in one go. The other secret is basil, mint and spinach, really takes the sickly sweetness out of it.”
That was a lot of liquid to drink in one day! The thought of it was bringing back the conversation earlier, if none of these girls had gone to the bathroom since arriving, drinking that much more than once would have been an impossible feat for herself. Maybe she did have something to worry about with the expectations of this school.
“Um…so, I was…” Eloise started.
“So how do I look!?” Lucy said, bursting into the room and pulling her best model pose. The slender and figure-hugging leather dress she was wearing really accentuating her already substantial bust.
“Good” Eloise mustered, getting a glare from Lucy.
“Good, really. I was looking more for something like Hot or Sexy.” Lucy said half-jokingly. Opening the fridge and fishing out some left overs from last night. “You sure you don’t want to come out Eloise, we are all going except you and Allie?”
“Yeah im sure, just want to spread out the hangovers” She joked, but got a knowing tell from Lucy that meant it probably wasn’t out of the question that she had not done something similar in the past.
“Yeah, I’m starting to have second th…”
“Oh no you don’t!” Lucy said interrupting Summer. “You agreed to go out, come on we have the week off.”
“Fine” Summer said rolling her eyes.
The kitchen was soon filled with conversations and laughter of the new housemates as one by one they finished getting ready and met up in the kitchen. Tales of previous nights out were dusted off probably not for the first time as the stood around, but unlike last night it seemed they had all decided to dress up for the occasion. Gone were the jeans and flats and outcome the dresses and heels, another reason Eloise was glad she had turned down this party. But as quickly as they had appeared they left, the house suddenly still and silent with just Eloise and Allie accompanied by the static of the kitchen speakers now Kay’s phone had been unplugged.
“Man, those guys are sure loud when you put them together.” Allie joked, causing Eloise to laugh.
“Yeah, I cant imagine what they were like in first year.”
“I don’t think much has changed… Right we should probably make a start now the riffraff has gone.” Allie said, standing and making her way over to the kitchen from the couch.
Following her Eloise grabbed some of the boxes of supplies. “So what do you need me to do?” She asked.
“So here are the ingredients lists, if you could weigh out all the stuff using the scales there, then I can just bung it all in and start mixing it.”
“Sounds simple enough” Eloise replied, glad she wasn’t being tasked with anything complicated. She had helped her mum and dad in the kitchen when she was younger, but definitely didn’t consider herself a baker.
But It turned out that the pair of them actually made a good team, Eloise efficiently providing Allie as she churned out the batters and spreads to concoct all manner of sweat treats over the next couple of hours. The kitchen filled with a heavenly mix of sweet aromas from the oven, with the occasional whiff of burning batter that had been left on the baking tray to long.
“I hope the book club appreciate all this.” Allie said, standing back and admiring their hard work. The fruits of their labour piled high in boxes ready for the book club meeting tomorrow.
“I think we have earned a cup of tea.” Eloise replied, clicking on the kettle and wiping up a small piece of cake batter that had somehow ended up on this side of the room.
Filling her cup with steaming water once again she was suddenly aware of another sensation, the last few cups making their way steadily into her bladder. Thinking about it, it had been several hours since she had gone. But given the earlier comments from a few of them, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried about how small her bladder seemed to be.
Sitting back down on the couch she looked across at Allie as she blew her tea. The woman opposite showing no need to pee despite many hours or even days since she had last gone. A moderate bulge easy to see even under her baggy clothing. Just the sight of it and her friends composure made Eloise worry about her chances here at the University, especially if the others had been telling the truth.
“Hey Allie, I don’t mean to pry but when we were out earlier, they mentioned somethings about this place that I’m still trying to understand.
“No need to be so formal” Allie laughed “whatever it is you can talk to me or any of the others about it. Were all friends here”
“Ok… so is it true that you have been holding it since you arrived?” She had surprised even herself with how she had just gone for it. The words anxiously stumbling out of her mouth before she could think of a better way of phrasing it.
“Holding it?” Allie asked, turning to face her on the sofa.
“You know, not going to the bathroom?”
“Oh!” Allie smirked, “yeah of course why?”
“Its been three days, do you not feel the need to go?” Eloise replied.
“I mean I do and im sure the others do to, not that they will probably admit how bad.”
“Why not?” Eloise asked, she was already through the looking glass.
“I mean without trying to boast we are some of the best holders at the university, top marks in all our Urodynamic practical’s and we are often head hunted by staff and external companies to help with things they are doing.”
“Wow” The sentiment a true exclamation of how awesome that sounded to Eloise. She couldn’t even imagine being that strong willed or talented. In some ways she was sure she was lucky to even know these women, in a few years who knew where they would all be.
“Yeah its kind of cool, but at the same time there is a lot of pressure, a lot of expectations on us that we need to keep up. Above and beyond what will be expected of you.”
“Expected of me?”
“Oh yeah, you haven’t had your first class yet... Sorry, a lot of this was probably supposed to be talked about with the staff first. But don’t be worried, the basics of it is that we are a Urodynamics institution and one of the best in the world right?”
Eloise nodded, unsure of if she liked where this was going or not.
“So they just ask that their students can achieve a certain level of self-control, like keeping your grades up.”
“So they test us on holding?”
“Yes but only like once a term and its not really a test, you just have to achieve a certain level and then you pass. Trust me, once you have done it the first time it’s a piece of cake. Plus they don’t even throw you out if you fail it, they just give you extra support and classes just like a remedial course of a language or something?”
“Extra holding classes?” Eloise continued her questioning, each reply from Allie giving her a dozen new ones.
“I mean that’s one way to put it, but trust me you will be fine. I think 80% of people pass it first time. Although it does get harder each year, but your bladders strength will increase too. Even the weakest of bladders in first year are now really strong, the classes here do work. In fact some people come here just for them, to train themselves to be stronger!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s a harsh school, but its effective. You have nothing to worry about”
“Im not sure im as strong as you think” Eloise said quietly, taking a small sip of her tea and feeling her bladder respond, almost taunting her about the current topic of conversation.
“What do you mean?” Allie asked, adjusting herself on the sofa again.
“Vanessa seemed to think that peeing more than once a day was too much even for a first year.”
“Yeah well, I think she has just forgotten what it was like. Plus your body is actually capable of a lot more than you think right now. When I came here I was going a few times a day like you, although I drank a lot just as I do now. But within a month I had gotten it down to just once, its about mental fortitude as much as bladder size. Once you realize you can push past the limits that you have now, it becomes easier to increase your abilities. A lot of it is the anxiousness of thinking your going to lose control, because you don’t have a good understanding of your limits yet.” Allie said confidently, she was clearly knowledgeable about this stuff and hearing her talk about it so casually was weirdly comforting for Eloise.
“If you are worried about it, the first test will be to drink 2 litres and hold it 4 hours, maybe try it yourself and see how close you can get. But don’t push yourself too hard too quickly, the bladder is just like any other muscle and needs to be trained. Its what the classes are for, but some self learning never hurt anyone.” Allie finished, smiling at her.
“Ok, thank you. That actually makes me feel a lot better about it. I was kind of freaking out a bit about what they had all said earlier” Eloise admitted, smiling and feeling the weight on her shoulders lessen slightly as many of the questions she had swirling around her head had been answered. Despite knowing she wasn’t ready for the test yet, she still felt a lot more relaxed now she knew what she would be facing.
“Hey like I said its no problem, honestly if you ever want to talk about it no one here would find it weird. I mean we all do the same classes and stuff, its just like any other subject right.”
“I suppose that’s true.”
“Exactly, now I think we should treat ourselves to a muffin.” Allie said, standing again and going over to grab a cake of the metal heat rack.
“Are you sure you have enough?” Eloise asked.
“Are you kidding, we have way more than we will need. But that’s just an excuse to eat more cake!” She said excitedly. “Oh shit its like almost midnight, I should go to bed. The meet up is in the morning.”
“Time flies when you are baking I guess” Eloise said, her own mouth half full of muffin.
“It really does, sorry to leave so abruptly but I really should make a move. Thank you for all your help, I’d still be baking if you hadn’t offered.”
“It was fun, if you need any help with this again im up for it.” Eloise replied earnestly. It had been fun to spend the night doing something like this and getting to know her housemate better.
“Awesome. Anyway goodnight Eloise”
“Night!” Eloise waved after her friend, now alone she let out a yawn. Bed sounded like a good idea to her to be honest too. It felt like it had been a long day.
Walking back into her room she placed the mug on her bedside cabinet and walked into the bathroom, her legs brushing against each other for a few moments of added help. Letting herself relax she made a mental note to try harder to control herself and then maybe one day she would be like the others here.
Getting into bed she grabbed her book, before drifting off to sleep.
A loud crash woke her up, her thumb still between the pages of the book she had been reading when she had drifted off. Clicking on the button of her phone she was shocked to see that it was 2.30am, was someone breaking in?! Getting further under the covers, she waited a moment, maybe it was just her imagination, the noise part of the dream she couldn’t remember having.
“Sssshhhh” A loud drunken shush filled the corridor outside her room followed by several sets of giggles. Breathing a sigh of relief she couldn’t help but laugh, it was just her housemates returning a little worse for wear after their night out. Wiping some of the drool from her face she carefully book marked the page she was on and slid it onto the chest of drawers. Turning over and trying to fall asleep as she listened to the clunks and giggles of her drunk house mates navigating the stairs.
The next time Eloise awoke it was far more peaceful, the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains as she stirred. Getting out of bed she got dressed, heading into the kitchen she was surprised to see Summer already up despite the late night.
“Hey, how was last night?.”
“Morning, Urgh I drank way too much. I think we all did, it was 3 for 1 night which only got Lucy more excited.” She smiled at the thought of it.
“You don’t seem to be too worse off for it though” Eloise pointed out.
“Yeah, most of us made sure to drink water so I think that helped, plus ever since I started the juice diet thing I don’t tend to get too many headaches. Guess its all the vitamins?”
“I might have to borrow that next time we go out. So how are the others?”
“Yeah, Even though they drank water I think they used it as an excuse to drink more Alcohol. So I wouldn’t bet on seeing them before mid-day at least.”
“That bad?” Eloise asked, already half knowing the answer from what she heard in the middle of the night. Summers smiling nod only confirming her thoughts.
“So what are your plans for the day?” Summer asked, cleaning up her breakfast.
“Im not sure really. I thought about getting ahead on some of the reading list they emailed out before classes were postponed. But at the same time I feel like I should probably do something a bit more active you know. Just been sitting around since I moved in.”
“Cool, its not a bad idea to start with the reading. The first classes should go over the basics but even so some of it went over my head. But if you want to join im about to head out to the climbing wall.”
“I…Yeah why not” Eloise agreed after a moments thought. After all she didn’t have any real plans and this would be at least some form of exercise. Or perhaps it was just an excuse to procrastinate for a little longer. “Do I need anything?”
“Nope just suitable shoes, a drink and your watch will do.”
The climbing centre was far larger than Eloise had thought, the several story building almost completely hidden by large trees along the paths they took. The large grassy area outside it covered in students relaxing and enjoying the extra time away from lectures.
Checking into the building with her watch she noticed the screen light up “Need an induction?”
“Uh Summer, do I need to do an induction?”
“Oh that, no don’t worry. Its just a liability thing, don’t worry Ill run you through it. I don’t do the massive walls anyway, just the hanging ones.”
“Oh ok” Eloise responded, clicking the no option and hoping Summer knew what she was talking about.
“So have you done anything like this before?” Summer asked, walking past the giant three-story structures and towards the back of the building.
“No, not really. I did do some indoor stuff when I was younger but I haven’t in a few years.”
“Ok, well its better than nothing. Just go slowly and use the free chalk for grip. Although as a beginner I might suggest relying more on your feet than your hands.”
“Got it” Eloise nodded.
“This is the hanging wall.” Summer said as they now stood in front of a much smaller white wall with dozens of holes and grips across it, a looping section of the wall hung over them slightly. “So you are supposed to go with a colour and follow its path, blue is beginner, then its dark green, light green, yellow, red and finally black is the hardest. But since its your first time I would suggest just going up and down a few times following an easy path.
“You do this a lot then I take it?” Eloise asked, sliding her sports bag under the bench nearby.
“Yeah it’s a great core work out and uses your brain at the same time. Its why I love this and Yoga, you can really feel and get in tune with your body.”
“Are these mats safe enough for that height?” Eloise asked, kicking one of the hard mats as they walked up to the wall.
“Yeah, you need something that absorbs the impact. It might give you a bruise but if it’s too soft it won’t absorb enough of the energy of the impact, which can do more damage.”
“Ok, you know a lot about this stuff.”
“Yeah its my major, I do a lot of sports science and hydration studies. This sort of thing goes hand in hand with it, learning about injuries and how to prevent them. Like half of all injuries can be linked to dehydration and its impact on muscles.”
“Ah cool, I’ve been trying to figure out peoples majors.” Eloise said, starting to stretch her muscles and taking a swig from her bottle.
In front of her Summer was limbering up too, stretching her arms before starting her assent, the veteran of the wall instantly going for the red route, a series of tricky hand holds leading her up the wall using a series of uncomfortable positions. After a few movements she looked down, the pair of them catching eyes.
“Come on slow poke, plenty of room for two up here.”
Apprehensively Eloise stepped up to the wall, chalking her hands lightly she grabbed her first grips, the Blue ones thankfully having a large foothold on each peg. Reaching up she grabbed another, slowly pulling herself up a couple of times as she moved upwards towards Summer who seemed to be watching her. But after a couple more movements it seemed she was happy to let her get on with it as she got on with her own path.
The Blue path as it turned out was pretty simple and within a few minutes she had conquered it, deciding to move onto the green. Standing at the base and plotting it out in her head it looked a lot more formidable, but she knew she could do it. Grabbing the hand holds she was worried a bit about the size of the ones for her feet. The large platforms were gone, but they were still plenty big enough as it turned out. Although despite what Summer had said earlier, she couldn’t help but grip the wall slightly tighter with her hands.
A few movements later she was forced to pause as her arms started to burn, the climbing turning into an actual work out despite how easy Summer was making it look. Glancing up she couldn’t help but see under Summers loose shirt as she climbed. The sight shocking her slightly as she caught a glimpse of what had to be her bladder, the blonde woman’s organ protruding from her toned and flat stomach several inches. It should have come as no surprise to her that after all this time her bladder would have been full, but the size of it was still made her do a double take.
Even as she climbed, she couldn’t help but take the occasional look up at it and the straining woman giving it no quarter as she leapt from hand hold to hand hold. Now trying the light green pegs, Eloise was amazed at the dexterity and upper body strength of her house mate. The thin woman able to propel and grip the much harder tiny red markings easily. Even now hanging by just her hands, a deep grimace on her face as she traversed the horizontal section with her body hanging by just her finger tips. But losing her grip she dropped down from her hanging position, letting out a quiet groan with the impact and falling to one knee for a moment with a hand on her stomach.
“Are you ok?”
“I uh… yeah Im fine” She said, smiling widely and standing up. She was trying to pretend everything was ok, but given the size of the bulge she must have been dying by now.
“That bit always gets me” Summer continued, trying to play it off.
Taking a swig from her bottle it was clear that despite the confident appearance, something was playing on her mind. But even with that, she still had another couple of cracks at the red points. Eloise continued to watch from below as Summer made it round the difficult curve, her shirt was pulled up and exposing her bloated midsection once again. The fabric bunching up above her shoulders and now even getting stuck on her bladder as it pushed out. Eloise reached for the next green peg, but with her mind only half on the task at hand she found herself grasping the edge of it while her foot moved from the previous peg. Her grip failing Eloise tumbled towards the ground, landing with a thud on her backside she was just glad she had only been a couple of feet up.
“Oh shit, are you ok?” Summer said, using the pegs to gently lower herself to the ground this time.
“Yeah, sorry I should have chalked up like you said. Think my hands were too sweaty” Eloise lied, dusting herself off as she stood back on her feet.
“Ok well I think that’s enough for today anyway. Don’t want to push it too much on your first day.” Summer said, her own legs resting closely together in a way that seemed a little odd to Eloise, but then she had only met Summer a few days earlier.
Despite the short fall Eloise could definitely feel a bruise forming on her elbow on the walk back. But Summer had been right about the crash pads, they had done their job.
Despite being out for almost two hours it seemed that none of the others had woken from their drunken stupors. Walking into the kitchen to refill their bottles Eloise couldn’t help but notice the piles of baking pans that she and Allie had left out from last night. Allie was probably too busy this morning to do them, but Eloise figured now was a good a time as any.
With Summer now making an after work out late lunch the pair chatted for a while as she washed up, the rushing water doing nothing for her own bladder which had filled after finishing off her own water during the climbing. But she was resolute to make it at least another hour, if she could cut down to just one pee other than morning and night time, she could work on pushing it back a little at a time until she was more in control. Maybe by the time her first test came around she could pass it easily, but like Allie had said she needed to train herself slowly.
“Oh god I need water” A croaking demand came from the entrance of the kitchen, a slow-moving Kay shuffling in.
“Morning” Summer replied
“How are so chirpy this morning after last night?” Kay responded, pouring and starting to drink a large class of cold water. Resting an elbow on the side of the counter she gently massaged her head with her other hand.
“Its the juice diet, I haven’t had once since I started it!”
“More like the Sambuca shorts you somehow got out of with the rest of us.” Kay said sadly as she sipped her water.
“That was Lucy’s idea not mine.” Summer replied smiling.
“Ughh I can still taste them”
“So im guessing no party tonight then” Eloise couldn’t help but jibe.
“No, I haven’t gone out with them since first year Freshers and I forgot how much they all drink.” Kay replied, her hand massaging her temple.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better Kay, you are the first one up and alive.”
“Alive is a strong word. I just need water and I’m going to go and crawl back into bed and hope the world stops spinning. She said downing the rest of the glass before pouring herself another and heading towards the door.
“Good luck with that.” Summer joked, kay too hungover to even respond.
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Bit more of a scene setting chapter again, but hopefully still enjoyable and explains a couple of more things.
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Chapter 4: Shop till you drop.
“How are things progressing?” A question came from the chair, its occupant turned away to face the window as the last of the days sunshine barely made it through it.
“Well, around a third of the students remain.”
“So, you are saying almost two thirds of the students have been removed from the test after failing.”
“Yes Mam, but that was what was predicted.”
“Fair enough. Do we have any front runners yet?”
“Its too early to really tell, although we are seeing some promising signs from many of the second years. It seems that even over the summer their capabilities have improved.”
“Good, keep me updated.”
“Yes Mam” The woman said before turning and leaving through the door.
“I got it” Eloise yelled from her room as she walked towards the door.
“Hello, that’s 6 large Pizza’s, one medium Vegan Pizza Four large bottles of coke, four chicken sides, two garlic pizza breads and as requested a ‘shit tonne’ of dips” The young man said as he smiled at her.
“Awesome, thank you!” Eloise replied, her stomach grumbling at just the smell coming from the warm boxes.
“Do you need a hand?” He asked as he started awkwardly filling her arms with more boxes than she could carry.
“Uhh, yeah sure if you wouldn’t mind.”
“No problem” He said, grabbing the other half of the boxes and following her in.
Walking into the lounge all eyes turned towards them, the young man suddenly looking a little shy as he met the eyes of the 7 other women in the house.
“If you just pop them on the counter” Eloise said, snapping him out of it. Placing the boxes down quickly he awkwardly waved at them before quickly turning around and closing the front door behind him as he left.
“He was kind of cute” Vanessa joked.
“He looked about 14” Kay rebutted, grunting as she climbed over the corner of the sofa to get to the pizza as fast as she could.
“He did not! And I mean he has to be 18, he drove right Eloise?” Vanessa defended herself.
“Uhhh, I didn’t really look for a car.” Eloise responded.
“Well I’d be impressed if he got this all here on a bicycle” Julia joked as she handed out the pizza’s to their right owners, “Summer, here is your not a pizza”.
“Just because its vegan, its still a pizza. It just has dairy free cheese”
“If it doesn’t have its weight of Pepperoni on I don’t want to know.” Allie said, digging into her own dinner.
“Anyway, back to the question guys. What are we watching tonight?” Kay asked, the conversation interrupted by the delivery.
“Hey Lucy, your pizza” Eloise said, offering the box to the red head as she sat on the couch, her legs jostling tightly together.
“Lucy?” She asked again after getting no response from her housemate.
“Sorry, totally zoned out there” She smiled nervously, a faint glint of sweat on her forehead.
“Are you ok?” Eloise asked softly.
“Yeah totally, you know just feeling last night.” She replied.
“Yeah well who was the one who ordered the Sambuca Lucy?” Kay said accusingly, tearing open her own box and smiling at the meat covered pizza.
“Guys, what film are we putting on!” Allie said slightly annoyed. “Or im just going to put on one I like”
“Brain melting action!” Kay shouted.
“Anything with Bradley cooper, or Chris Hemsworth, Or Liam Hemsworth, or even…” Zara started
“So action film with a male lead, shouldn’t be a problem.” Allie said, turning around and shuffling through the combined DVD collection they had made.
“Can we not do anything too gory while we eat?” Summer asked.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Eloise agreed, taking her seat back on the large sofa.
“Ok, What about Mad Max fury road or Gladiator?” Allie said, turning from her position sat on the floor and holding the two options up.
“I haven’t seen Fury road, the originals were really good.” Eloise said, taking the lead for the first time.
“A woman of taste, I knew we would get on” Kay said, pointing a piece of pizza at her while several pieces of pepperoni fell onto her legs.
“Yeah, im happy to watch anything with Charlize Theron in it.” Summer agreed.
“Come on Gladiators a classic.” Julia chimed in.
“While I agree… Tom Hardy” Was Vanessas input and as such the votes were cast and Allie slid in the disc.
As the Splash screen started Eloise couldn’t help but look over at Lucy. There was definitely more to it than her hang over, and given the state of Summers bulge earlier Lucy had to be feeling it. After all not only was she holding just as much, she had been dosed with a strong diuretic that if the stories of previous parties were to believed had caused other first years to wet themselves several times in one night. Yet after days she was still holding on strong, although she looked far from comfortable.
Thankfully for her it seemed that the film was enough to distract her, as well as Eloise who almost completely forgot about Lucy and her subtle signs of desperation. That was until out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement. Possibly without realising Lucy had begun to move her legs up and down, the shifting a sure sign of her desperate state and one that other people seemed to be pick up. A couple of others glancing at Lucy instead of watching the film.
“Is everything ok Lucy?” Julia asked, sitting next to her the constant movement must have been more noticeable.
“What, oh yeah sorry.” Lucy said, her face blushing as she placed her hands on her thighs and her legs stopped moving. Pursing her lips she closed her eyes for a moment, before forcing her attention back to the screen.
But as the film worse on and neared the end it seemed her ability to sit still was slowly leaving her. One of her hands falling between her legs as Elouise looked on, the redhead even beginning to rock in her seat lightly. The more distracting movement getting the attention of many of the others who couldn’t seem to believe that one of their friends was stooping to such a level.
“Do you have to squirm like that, its kind of distracting” Kay announced, breaking the silent looks some of them had shared between themselves. All clearly knowing what was going on but not willing to even suggest it to her.
“ I…..I’m sorry alright….I just need to pee.” She admitted, her face blushing madly and now almost matching her hair colour. Her eyes darting down as she tried to avoid everyone’s accusing glances.
“Come on its only been three days, I know you have lasted longer than that before.” Zara said a little harshly.
“Four actually! And I know, but I cant help it. I don’t know what’s happening, my bladder just feels really full.” She continued, squeezing her legs together tighter, although her upper body seemed a little more relaxed to Eloise. Perhaps as Allie had indicated, the anxiety of being found out might have been making her situation worse.
But as she had been watching on, Eloise could tell that it wasn’t just the display that Lucy was putting on which was annoying them. Ever since the others had woken and joined her in the kitchen, she had noticed the occasional sign of growing desperation in almost all the women sitting next to her. Each of their bladders already bulging through their clothing after being denied any relief for days, and she was sure that Lucy’s desperate display wasn’t helping them as they tried to ignore their own needs.
“Look, can we just get on with the film.” Lucy said, not wanting to be at the centre of everyone’s attention any longer.
The final third of the film finished uninterrupted, with Lucy’s desperation now out there for everyone she had resolved to just hold herself and keep her legs pressing together. An otherwise embarrassing situation for her, but a less distracting one for everyone else. As the credits rolled everyone sat back in their places. “That was alright I guess.” Julia said, clearly unimpressed.
“I quite liked it, but its no original.” Kay replied.
Standing up Eloise put her Pizza box back on the counter, accepting the others who handed them to her one at a time.
“I cant believe we ate all that” Vanessa said, looking at the mound of empty boxes.
“Pfff, I could have done it on my own” Kay joked, pushing herself up slowly.
“You guys want to watch something else?” Allie asked hopefully.
“Yeah im up for some more films.” A couple of them agreed.
But stifling a yawn Eloise knew she should probably head to bed. It wasn’t exactly late but after her morning climb a not so restful night’s sleep, she was feeling drowsy.
“I think I’m going to head to bed” She said stretching her arms out.
“Ok, goodnight!” Summer said cheerily, herself clearly wide awake despite getting up far earlier than the others.
Walking into her room she quickly got changed and shuffled under the covers, her eyelids closing heavily and soon she was asleep.
Opening her eyes slowly Eloise’s hands flew between her legs.
“Oooohph” She muttered to herself, a need to pee hitting her hard as her body woke. With both hands squeezing against her crotch she used her leg to brush her Duvet aside, letting out a hiss of air as she stood and her bladder cramped. The sudden movement causing the contents of her full bladder to move uncomfortably inside her. Walking quickly and not even closing the door she threw herself onto the toilet and sighed audibly as the evening and nights worth of pee emptied out of herself.
Checking her watch she was pleasantly surprised 12 hours! It was nothing compared to what she had seen the others do, but for herself that was a long time. Although as she put a hand gently against her still aching bladder she worried about how close she had been to wetting the bed. It hadn’t been her intention to wait so long, but she simply hadn’t felt a strong need last night.
Walking up the stairs towards the showers she found Summer gently jigging in small circles in front of the door. Her legs bouncing as she paced nervously, her mind clearly too distracted to see her approach.
“Hey Summer, everything ok?” Eloise asked.
“Oh!” The blonde haired woman said, slightly startled look. Realising she wasn’t alone she straightened up and stopped pacing, the tops of her thighs still occasionally pressing against each other. “Sorry, I have work and Lucy is taking forever in there.” She said, banging on the door with her fist.
“Who is in the other one?”
“Julia I think, but she only went in as I was getting up.”
“Alright, im finishing up!” Lucy shouted from the other side of the door, her voice clearly strained and a little wobbly.
Out of the corner of her eye Eloise could see Summer now standing on one leg, the other leg on its toes and allowing her to press her thighs together tighter than before without it looking too strange. Unfortunately for Summer, Eloise was all too aware of this strategy and many others given her seemingly small bladder compared to her housemates. But then her attention was taken by a series of grunts and rustling that seemed to be coming from the other side of the door.
A couple of minutes later the door clicked open and outwalked Lucy in just her underwear, her jeans roughly folded in her arms, the faintest of frayed seems around the top button.
Eloise was lost for words as she took in the almost naked woman, her hourglass figure now sporting the largest bladder bulge she had ever seen. The monstrous growth pushing inches out of her and making the red head look almost pregnant. Its volume was obscene and Eloise couldn’t help but stare, how could one bladder hold so much. She would have thought it impossible, part of her still did despite the evidence in front of her. Her strength must have been immeasurable to be able to do this.
“No need to stare” Lucy joked, taking Eloise’s staring as her ogling her body.
“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be…. My brains still waking up.” She tried to cover for herself.
“Well, I’ll take it as a compliment.” She smiled, before walking back to her room with a slightly uneasy gate. Behind her Summer rushed into the empty shower, hoping to get ready in time for work. Although given Summers bulge the day before Eloise suspected that many of her housemates were starting to suffer similarly full bladders.
Only a few minutes Later Julia emerged fully dressed from the other door. Her long and wet hair wound in a tight towel as she attempted to see without her glasses. “All yours” she said smiling at Eloise who took her place in the shower. As the warm water started to rain against her naked body her mind wandered back to Lucy, her bladder, and wondering how she how she could possibly have showered. Even now as she stood there with an empty bladder, Eloise could feel the warm waters effects, almost making her want to pee.
Spending the morning reading her emails and welcome package, Eloise was becoming a little more aware of the university and her courses requirements. Tagged on at the end of the message was a list of books and study materials she would need to find. Reaching for her mug she tipped it towards her face to be disappointed when she found it empty. Rubbing her eye with her hand she figured it was time for lunch and another cup of tea.
“Hey, Eloise there is a classic movie marathon next week if you want to come.” Kay said from behind her as she stepped off the bottom stairs.
“Yeah sure, whats playing?”
“Back to the future, all of”
“I loved those movies when I was a kid!” Eloise said cheerily. Movies had always been a big past time when she was younger. She had often used them as a way of “learning”, convincing her parents to buy them for her so she could watch them in English and then in other languages to pick them up. In a weird way it had worked, although after her mum had walked in at the wrong moment in die hard it was a bit harder to convince them. Not quite the James Bond film she had told them it was.
“Classic movie marathon next week?” Kay repeated, pointing at vanessa and Lucy as they sat in the kitchen.
“Sure, I don’t have any plans since classes don’t seem to be coming back yet” Vanessa replied casually. The sentiment almost sending a shiver down Lucy’s spine, “Ok” she answered weakly.
“But you have to come to the pub quiz tonight” Vanessa added.
“Really, another night of drinking. How can you even stand it after yesterday?” Kay asked.
“No, nothing like that. Just a few drinks, no shots.” Vanessa said, holding her hands up like a girl scout.
“Who is going?” Kay asked.
“Well, me, Zara and Lucy at the moment. I text Summer but she is at work so I haven’t got a reply. Julia is freaking out a little about a test we have in a couple of weeks so she is going to the library to study. I think the lack of classes is making her worry she is missing out on something, but she will ace it like always.”
“Yeah sure I’ll come, what about you Eloise?” Kay asked.
“I’ve never done a pub quiz, but they sound like fun.”
“Cool, it starts at 7 so we should probably head out about 6.”
By 6.50pm the first of what would be many rounds was ordered as they sat with their pens at the ready, the six of them waiting for the quiz to start while chatting about university life again. Summer had passed, taking a late shift for a colleague and Julia had gone to the library as expected. Sitting quietly Eloise listened to their stories, they had definitely had their fair share of experiences over the last few years. Some or most involving drunken nights out by the sounds of it, and only now some of them were finding out which of them were involved with the other halves of each other’s stories. Unsurprisingly it seemed Zara and Lucy were the primary suspects for most of the goings on, but they all had tales to tell.
Sipping her drink and despite the fun atmosphere Eloise could sense the deep uncomfortable undertones that were punctuating all of their behaviours. Despite Lucy being by far the most desperate last night, it seemed the others were fast approaching her level. Vanessa and Kay were all smiles above the table but beneath their legs jiggled constantly. Allie and Zara seemed to be swaying them back and forth and occasionally tensing them, the added benefit of wearing jeans meaning they were not at risk of flashing anyone who happened to look over. But the postures of all five women were rigid, their movements far more contemplated and unnatural as they stretched for drinks or swivelled in their seats.
For her part Lucy was still doing a surprisingly good job at acting reasonably normal, but if you were to look closely just as Eloise was, you could tell it was all for show. Her legs crossed as tightly as possible, her back arched slightly as she tried to give her bloated bladder the room it needed. The giant bulge somehow looked even more apparent when they had all met up earlier that evening, her tight orange pencil dress accentuating all her curves including the one sticking out of her stomach. Thankfully her wide hips helped to hide the true extent of it, giving her bladder more room to expand sideways as well as forwards. By her sides her hands flexed and scrunched periodically and at some moments Eloise could have sworn that she had even seen tears forming in the corners of her housemate’s eyes as she battled what must have been an immense urge.
But as the music died down and the quiz started Lucy seemed a little more relaxed, maybe that was the point. Was she and the others starting to worry about what would happen if they were left with too much time to think, this could just be a way of keeping their minds occupied and distract themselves. It seemed like a good strategy, Eloise herself contemplating whether it would help her in her own training.
But as they finished their fourth round of cocktails a while later she wasn’t going to have to wait long, a fullness in her own bladder once again signalling that her annoyingly small bladder was rapidly filling. But she wouldn’t break tonight, she was resolute to hold it until she got home. But given the increased movements of the others around the table, they were either feeling the same thing or the strong alcohol was simply making them less shy about showing their needs. A hand now almost constantly pressing between Lucy’s legs as she resorted back to furiously jiggling them under the table. A fresh sheen of sweat on all their faces caused by the group’s constant movement and the warm bar, heated almost certainly to cause their patrons to need to drink more.
But surprisingly they were actually winning, she had never done a pub quiz but it certain seemed the others had. Even in their desperate and sweaty states they were able to answer question after question correctly and it had given them a 4-point lead over their closest rivals. A lead that they just about managed to maintain over the other group for the next hour. Although even with their own calculations as the quiz master started to announce the winners, they were not fully convinced of their maths.
“Drum roll please” The man running it said, a distorted electronic drumroll coming through the cheap speakers the bar was using.
“Cockless Tails!”
“Wheeeeyyy” Zara and Vanessa cheered, forcefully high fiving.
“I thought you said you didn’t use that name!” Allie said, almost choking on the last of her drink.
“I may have done” Vanessa joked, a sly smile on her face.
“Well done Ladies, here is your prize. Its £50 of bar credit for tonight!” The man said cheerily, tearing off a little signed slip which he handed over.
“For tonight?” Lucy asked, light trepidation in her voice.
“Yes, sorry we cant let people go out with these slips. Otherwise people would come in all the time with fake ones asking for drinks and things. This way we can keep track of it and keep giving away at least some form of prize.” He said, before heading back behind the bar.
“Alright then, what are we all having?” Zara said, flicking the note against the palm of her hand.
“Well, next round of cocktails?” Kay suggested, downing the remnants of her glass.
“Come on guys its free drinks, we should get something we wouldn’t otherwise buy” Vanessa retorted.
“Champagne” Zara added, Allie pointing at her and nodding.
With no other suggestions Zara quickly left the group, a beaming smile on her face even if she was moving slightly awkwardly. Soon she returned with the largest bottle any of them had seen.
“What is that?” Allie asked
“Ummm, its Moet and Chandan” She replied reading the label.
“Moet” Eloise replied, correcting her friends French.
“Sorry, Moet” Zara said jokingly. “It was the biggest bottle they had and I paid the extra £5 for this so don’t complain to me.”
“Good to know you are a woman of quantity over quality.” Vanessa joked back.
“Hey no matter what anyone else says, size matters” Zara said, barely able to keep a straight face before all of them burst out laughing.
“Oooh” A groan came from Lucy.
“You doing alright over there?” Kay asked
“What yeah, just twinged a muscle” Lucy said, feigning another smile but a much less convincing one than she was managing earlier. But she wasn’t the only one struggling, Eloise herself was having to fight her own body as the last hour had been filling her bladder to even more uncomfortable levels. She was doing her best to hide it, but it was quickly becoming impossible, dull pulses from her bladder were causing her muscles to tremble slightly and she knew it was a sure sign that wouldn’t be able to hold out too much longer. She hadn’t thought it would be an issue but, with this new large bottle it might be closer than she thought.
Thankfully between the six of them it didn’t take long at all to finish the bottle, its 30-flute capacity disappearing into each of the women. A fact that Eloise found enthralling, even though their bladders were obviously bothering them they drank just as much as they did before. Despite the constant demands of their bodies, they were trying to live their usual lives without changing anything. It was inspiring in an odd sort of way to the new freshman.
But even with the inspiration of her housemates, the walk home at closing time proved a little harder than previously expected, the high percentage drinks taking their toll on their minds and bladders. Unsteady steps down the road were apparently Hilarious to Vanessa, but for Eloise and Lucy it was anything but. Even with the cold night air both could feel themselves sweating, Lucy letting out the occasional soft groan as she heaved her bladder along on shaking legs. Feeling her aching bladder pulse again Eloise could take it no more, she needed to get home. Giving up on staying with her friends she increased her pace, the rapid footfalls jostling her bladder but she knew she didn’t have long one way or the other.
Charging ahead of the rest she fumbled with the doorhandle before eventually it clicked open. Climbing through she let the door swing as she power walked to her room, similarly opening the door but a few steps away she turned and closed it. Her right hand in a fist and hammering against her thigh anxiously, without even taking her coat or shoes off she bolted for her toilet, dancing on the spot as she turned to close the door. Her legs rubbings against each other furiously as her hands instantly flew to her jeans buttons. Unfastening them as quickly as she was able to, she pushed them and her underwear to her knees, all but falling onto the toilet. A strong stream instantly bursting out of her and pattering noisily against the porcelain beneath her once again.
Unable to stop herself Eloise let out a groan of relief, her torso almost folding in half as she felt the relief she had been wanting for the last few hours. Sighing she listened to the sound of her strong stream in an otherwise quiet house. Once again she had found herself perilously close to wetting herself as an adult, not quite the start to university life she was expecting.
Flushing the toilet she stood, taking off her coat and throwing it onto the bed she walked back out into the hall, surprised to see that the others hadn’t made it back yet. Kicking off her shoes she poked her head out of the door, her housemates still some distance back up the road. She hadn’t realised how much faster she must have been walking, but closing the door she put a hand on her bladder and revelled in its relaxed emptiness.
Walking into the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water she found Julia sat at the table, her legs vibrating beneath her. An empty coffee pot and energy drink cans lay around her including a number inside her half open bag.
“Hey Julia, how is the work going?” she asked.
“Not bad, just trying to catch up on what we have missed this week.” She said, her leg movements stopping once she realised someone was watching. “How was the quiz?”
“Yeah it was good, we won! Although there were only a few teams playing. You should totally come next time.” Eloise replied
“Yeah, maybe” Julia said half-heartedly, clearly a little down about something.
“I know studying is important but you should also take some breaks. You know, otherwise you can get burnt out.”
“Yeah, your right. I think its just the test that I’m a little worried about. But I was thinking of heading out for some shopping tomorrow if you want to tag along?” Julia asked.
“Yeah sure I could do with some more clothes, If nights out become a common thing I’ll need more than two dresses.”
“Sure thing, I was thinking of going out about half 10? Might see if anyone else wants to go too, make a house trip out of it”
“Sounds good to me” Eloise smiled.
By the next morning it really seemed as if the nights of drinking had taken their toll on Lucy. After waving goodbye to a slightly uncomfortable looking Zara and Vanessa, Eloise had found Lucy groaning in the kitchen. She had paused for a moment in the doorway, watching her friend pant and pretzel her legs as she tried to watch something on the tv. Her hair matted and some of last night’s makeup still smudged on her face that had immense discomfort written across it. The bloated red head now had one hand pressing on the tops of her thighs, the other bunching up the blue plaid skirt she was wearing. Its semi elasticated waistband digging into the bulge that Eloise could see even more prominently. Although for their part, the spandex clad women heading out for their run and then Yoga had sported similar bulges by this point. The thought causing images of the pair doing yoga with uncomfortably full bladders to fill her mind before she shook them away again.
Finally walking into the room Eloise grabbed her cup, pouring herself some fruit juice from the fridge. Looking over Lucy hadn’t even registered her presence yet, her mind clearly too preoccupied.
“Morning” Eloise said cheerily, but the look on Lucy’s face was anything but. The red head turning towards her with a pained expression that remained even as she tried to smile back. Eloise could see the pain in her eyes as she fought the monumental battle that was raging within her.
“Mor…Morning” Lucy said unsteadily, her cheek twitching and legs continuing to move restlessly even with Eloise watching.
“Hey Eloise, you ready in a few?” Julia asked, entering behind her. “I spoke to the others this morning and Summer and Zara are going to come too, well after she finishes yoga she will join us.”
“Sure thing” Eloise said, turning to look at Julia as her housemate’s eyes were diverted to Lucy who was still sitting and occasionally flinching on the sofa.
“You are more than welcome to come too Lucy” She added, although there was a sense that she wasn’t expecting her to actually accept given her current state. An unspoken acknowledgement had formed between most of them, they were all trying to ignore their needs so talking about it wasn’t really going to help.
But to their surprise she nodded “Sure, a bit of shopping might help distract me.” Standing awkwardly she moaned softly, her back bent over with a hand on her bloated bladder for support.
Grabbing their coats and shoes the four of them made their way up to the shopping centre. Its large plain square grey building a little depressing in the otherwise green surroundings. As they walked through the shopping centre Eloise couldn’t help but notice the way her friends were walking. She could see their backs arching back slightly, the weight of their protruding bladders causing them to change their posture. The strange sight of them all almost looking like a pregnancy group on a day out, but their rotund bodies were simply the impact of many nights out and no bathrooms. Although she was sure a fair share of pregnancies may also have started out in a similar fashion.
“So where do you want to go Eloise?” Summer asked, the group dawdling along glancing from shop to shop.
“I don’t really know. I mean we have some of the same shops but the stuff in them is a little different. I usually just do department stores?” She replied.
“No no no, that won’t do. I thought you French were supposed to be fashionable?” Zara joked, but the smile was short lived as she flinched at some unseen moment of pain.
“I mean, im not really that sort of person. But that place looks like its similar to where I use to go back home.” Eloise said pointing at a shop a little ahead of them.
“John Lewis?” Summer asked sarcastically.
“Yeah, why is it bad?”
“Not exactly trendy.” Summer replied.
“I mean….” Eloise said, looking down and indicating to her kind of bland fashion choices. Her worn jeans, and fraying green T-shirt whose logo had fallen off months ago.
“Point taken, lets see if we can find you something, maybe a new dress for nights out.” Summer said
“What’s wrong with my dress.” Eloise said, despite thinking the same thing earlier.
“The fact you called it your dress…singular” Zara smiled, it was another fair point that Eloise couldn’t really argue with.
Walking into the large department store the group made their way up a couple of floors to the women’s section. Browsing through the clothes Eloise was happy to find several dresses that she liked, but looks or comments from the others meant that even after an hour she hadn’t found anything that she and the others all liked.
“What about this?” She asked again, pulling out a summery yellow frock and turning to Lucy. But it seemed that her friend was far too preoccupied to reply. Lucy’s shaking hands outstretched and clinging to the metal frame that was covered in discount clothing. Her face sweaty and she was starting to rock where she stood, her eyes twitching and unfocused.
“Nah, that’s too my first prom and not drunk night out.” Zara said, sideling up to her with arms full of clothes and ignoring Lucy. Summer appearing next with Julia as she draped another dress on top.
“Alright, here are the only acceptable things I have found in this entire store” She continued dumping the load into Eloise’s arms, a slight grimace in Zara’s face as she did so. The sign of discomfort enough to make her realise that she and the others were probably trying to use this as a distraction from their own bladders, just like Lucy. It explained why her and Summer were being so particular and full on about this.
“Changing rooms are that way.” Julia said, pointing behind her.
Grabbing a number from the assistant she slid the curtain closed and began to change. Inspecting the chosen clothing one at a time and dismissing half of them without even trying them on. Anything stupidly tight, revealing or just crass was thrown on the No pile.
“Are you going to show us anything, or just stay in there the whole time.” Summer said loudly from outside.
Inspecting herself in the mirror she had to admit that this latest black dress was nice. It was a little more feminine that she usually dressed, with semi-transparent black netting sections across her shoulders and under her arms. But flattening it out and inspecting it from the side it seemed to be the right level of fancy and comfortable. Doing a couple of stretches she was happy to feel the fabric stretching or moving slightly, more than enough to accommodate real life, although it had ridden up her thighs slightly.
Opening the curtain she walked back out to see the others, the group now sat on chairs just outside. The four of them sitting uncomfortably, their feet tapping on the carpet from both their desperation and being fed up of waiting. Only Lucy’s feet remained still, her body rigid and unmoving as she sat forward on her chair. It might just have been the room but it looked as if she was turning as white as a sheet, Lucy’s skin no longer clammy but almost wet looking as the strong lights reflected off her forehead. The same unconscious look in her eyes even as her head moved up so she could get a look at Eloise.
“What about this?” Eloise said, giving a little half turn.
“You look nice” Summer said, smiling. “I agree, it suits you” Julia added.
“More importantly its hot without being slutty” Zara said, clearly patting herself on the back for finding something like that in this shop.
“And its only £24.00” Eloise replied, half ignoring that last comment. Although it was nice to know it wasn’t too revealing.
“Alright next go for the blue one!” Zara said excitedly.
Returning to the changing room she spotted the one Zara was probably talking about, a light blue pencil dress hung next to the rest. Putting it on she was worried to see it only just made it half way down her thighs, there was no way she would wear this in public. What happened to hot without slutty she thought to herself. Although she should probably show the others just to make Zara happy. She had really been trying to find something she liked and Eloise did appreciate their efforts. Even if they were in part to distract themselves, she would have to do something like this again when they and especially Lucy felt a little more comfortable.
Pulling the dress down as far as it would go she walked out, trying to keep her legs together to stop it riding up and flashing anyone in the shop.
“Ohh,” Zara said, putting a hand on her chest when she saw her. “Do I know how to pick out a dress or what?”
“It’s a little…little” Eloise said, pulling it down again.
“Its fine, you’re a young woman out to have fun”
“I think it might be a bit too much for her first dress of that type.” Summer said, agreeing with Eloise.
“Ok fine.” Zara said, her face slightly sullen.
“But I am going to get the back one” Eloise replied, thankful to see her friend perk up a little. Returning to the changing room she enjoyed putting her regular clothes back on, they were much more her style and the casual attire felt almost like a second skin at this point.
“Can we get some lunch?” Summer asked as they lined up at the tills, Eloise carrying her new dress.
“Sure, there is a good court a little ways over there, I noticed it as we walked in” she replied.
“Grabbing a table they all sat down for a bite to eat, the busy shopping centre filled with people rushing around beside them. Biting into her “French” pastry Eloise was starting to people watch many of them, although her attention was taken by those sitting around the table mostly. With nothing to occupy their minds many of them had returned to bouncing their legs, the uncomfortable metal chairs only worsening their awkward postures. But while Zara and Summer seemed to be handling it slightly better despite their desperate jiggling and bulging bladders, Lucy and now Julia seemed to be struggling.
Lucy hadn’t been very talkative during their shopping, the beads of sweat and soft moans emanating from her sure signs she wasn’t doing well, even as she had accepted a large soda with her meal. But next to her Julia seemed even more rigid and had been almost as quiet as the read head. Actually, thinking about it the bookish black-haired woman hadn’t said much all day. Trailing around behind Summer she had offered her opinion when asked, but it was clear she was struggling to get out of her own head.
“You doing alright?” Eloise asked, breaking the silence.
“What, yeah im ok why?” Julia said, her tightly crossed legs stopping from moving for a moment.
“Just seem a little quiet.” Eloise replied.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah im good.” She said, smiling at her before quickly looking down at her own meal, picking up the sandwich but not looking up at her again.
“I can’t believe classes are still cancelled” Julia muttered into it, Zara and Summer giving her knowing glances as to what might have been the real reason behind the frustration.
After finishing up their food, the five of them were on the prowl again. This time not just for Eloise, although it still seemed that Zara was doing her best to get her to buy something a little more showing.
“Oooh, can we try TopShop?” Zara said, pointing to the shop slightly in front of them. “I don’t know if they will have anything you are looking for, but I need some bits too.”
Picking out a couple of things over the next couple of hours Zara and Julia found their way to the changing rooms yet again, the others moving over so they could help judge their choices. Sitting on one of the uncomfortable square stools Eloise watched as Lucy slowly paced around them rather than sit, an almost constant look of concern on her face as she fought the visible waves of desperation. But she wasn’t the only one, Eloise had been seeing more and more signs that all of the others were in need of a restroom. From clenching thighs, crossed legs and even a few crotch grabs from Zara.
“This is cute, what do you think?” Zara asked emerging from a changing room and doing a little twirl in a short emerald dress, its design covered in palm leaves but in quite a subtle way. Putting a hand on her bladder Zara closed her eyes and Eloise could tell she was kicking herself for the quick turn. Her movement sending her bladders contents sloshing around inside her. “Although it’s a little tight” She added, trying to pinch the synthetic material from her protruding bladder, taking a moment to press a hand between her legs.
“It looks good” Eloise said.
“I think I’m going to get it” She said, admiring herself in the floor to roof mirror, her left-hand lingering for a moment on the bulge in her abdomen. Grabbing their things, it was yet another shop down on their spree, the girl’s heads turning as they walked, trying to spot the next place they should go.
“Oh hey, why don’t we try FatFace.” Summer suggested, pointing a few shops up the corridor. “They usually have some good deals at the start of term.”
Walking across the main corridor out of the front doors of the last shop Lucy seemed to slow down before stopping completely. A weird look on her face as she stood there quivering slightly, her eyes wide and staring at the wall opposite for a few moments.
“Are you ok?” Eloise asked, already knowing the answer but unsure of exactly what she could do to help. She had honestly been surprised that Lucy had lasted this long given the desperation she had shown two days earlier. It was getting difficult to gauge how desperate her housemates were.
“Yeah of course” She forced another clearly pained smile on her face and with visible effort started walking again. Her face even paler than it had been in the last shop, the natural light coming through the glass roof highlighting her sweat covered skin.
But a few steps later she was forced to stop again, breathing heavily through her nose with an even more pained expression on her face. A quiet grunt escaping her as all of the others turned to look at her.
“Are you sure you are ok, you don’t look….” Eloise started, watching the sweat drip from the red head, her eyes frantic and getting wider by the second.
“Oh no” Lucy whimpered almost silently as she grimaced deeply, her torso twitching “Im sorry guys, but I think im…about…too….”
As Eloise looked down at Lucy’s legs she could see a single stream of perfectly clear, almost pure looking liquid was beginning to roll down the back of her thigh. The thin stream looking more like a leak as it reflected brightly off the sunlight from above. It silently speed across her calf and began to overflow her shoe, leaving a glistening trail down her leg as it went. But despite the thin stream it didn’t stop, even as the seconds passed and the stream continued Lucy started to groan, a hand moving to her bladder for a few moments.
A clear spasm rocked her body hard and with that ended the quiet and slow wetting, a loud splashing noise echoing back up off the hard-tiled floor of the shop as Lucy’s bladder exploded. As Eloise continued to watch in awe it seemed to go from one extreme to the other, as multiple heavy streams drained out from beneath her tight dress. Lucy’s pee falling in an avalanche between her bare legs, forking down them and joining the expanding puddle beneath her as she let out another groan. Another spasm shaking her body as her mouth hung open, her eyes screwed shut as she tried to blot out the world.
“Oh, fuck” Lucy muttered quietly, her teeth clenched in relief or embarrassment.
The others watched on in silence, even the stores music seemed to fade away into the background for Eloise. The wetting amplified by the hard surfaces that seemed to surround them, the splattering reverberating up off them and filling her ears. Taking a couple of steps away she was mesmerised by the splashing and bouncing of her friend’s accident as her pee continued to escape her, spreading further and further across the floor in all directions. Light dancing off her wet legs and in the ripples of the puddle beneath her. It took over a full minute despite the speed of her accident for Lucy to finally run out. Her bladder finally empty after so many hours.
“I…I cant believe that happened.” Lucy said defeated, her voice almost horse as if she had been crying or screaming for hours.
“Maybe we should move on…” Summer said, aware of a large security man with a cross face walking towards them.
“I….” Lucy muttered for a second, uncomprehending what had just happened before being led away from her giant mess by the others. Drops of her urine still falling from her legs as they walked away, an awkward silence falling between them as they struggled for what to say. For the first time in as long as they had known each other, one of them had wet themselves. It would have been almost unthinkable less than a week ago for a third year to fall from grace in such a way. They were supposed to be the unbreakable bladders of the university, trained to withstand anything. Yet, as they led their wet friend away, many of the group couldn’t help but think about their own limitations for the first time.
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The first of the group has lost it, the air of invincibility for the group may be leaving them. Will classes start again or will something else happen to the rest of them?
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Chapter 5: Cost of Composure
“We lost one” The same woman said, a hint of nervousness in her voice for the first time as she spoke into the dimly lit room once again.
“A member of Iron house?” came the perfectly calm reply.
“I’m afraid so. It was the one that was dosed instead of the first year.”
“A feat to last as long as she had given the circumstances.” Came the impressed sounding reply, the first sign of emotion from the woman standing at her bookshelf.
“The device recorded a volume above her previous record, suggesting that despite the lack of holds she has done recently and today’s events, she may be a good candidate.”
“Even though so many are beating her?”
“Its true many students are out holding her in length, but I doubt many will reach the same volume. I still think it’s worth keeping her in the running even though she didn’t make the 150 hour mark that we expected her too.”
“Good, I didn’t put her with the others in Iron house for nothing...”
That Night Eloise couldn’t help but dream about what she had seen, images of Lucy’s accident plaquing her dreams as the events of the day played themselves out again and again. A mix of guilt and fascination fuelling the dreams of the sometimes even larger than life accident she had witnessed. Again and again the desperate Lucy would plead or beg with her to let her use a toilet, asking her why she hadn’t said anything about the diuretics in the beer she had drunk. Yet each time Eloise stayed silent, her heart beating rapidly as she watched it unfold one more time, each wetting more exciting that the last, the anticipation making her hunger for the moment of loss.
Now she found herself under a giant Lucy, her booming voice calling to her.
“Is this what you wanted, is that what you hoped for” She said, before the giant woman let lose a torrent of liquid above her as it fell towards her in slow motion. Eloise almost cried out raising her hands above her face before the gigantic droplets hit her.
“Hhhye huuu…what?” Eloise jolted awake, her hair matted to her face with sweat as she felt her clothes sticking to her.
“What the fuck was that” she whispered to herself, the memories of the dreams not fading away as they usually did. Blinking her eyes a few times she adjusted back to the real world, still slightly weirded out by the dreams as her heart beat in her chest.
As they sat around the table that morning the tension in the room was palpable, the women around her unable to stop the occasional grunt or groan escape their lips while easting their cereal. An otherwise ordinary task that seemed to be causing a ludicrous level of exertion for her house mates. Their bladders had truly been pushed to their maximum capacity, a fact that now one of them had lost control was starting to sink in. But despite that, it seemed none of them were making any moves to make life easier for themselves. Their training, pride and infallible belief in themselves overriding any rational thoughts, even as they winced in discomfort.
Unable to take the silence Eloise tried to think of something to say, the constant tapping of Summers and Julia’s feet on the vinyl floor making it more difficult. “So what are you guys planning on doing today?” She asked.
“Not sure” Lucy said, her legs still but shoulders sagged. It was clear to everyone she was feeling down about what had happened, it would probably be worth thinking of something to do together to cheer her up Eloise thought to herself.
“I’ve got to prepare for the gymnastics performance tomorrow. So I will be at the gym all afternoon.” Zara said before noisily slurping her milk from her spoon. “Yeah im going with her to see if I can help” Vanessa added before taking a large sip of orange juice. The only one other than Eloise to have a large drink on the table as well.
Wait, Zara was still planning on doing her routine? Eloise couldn’t imagine what it must feel like or the strength it must take to do it without exploding everywhere. If that simple twist had been enough to cause her discomfort yesterday, what must a flip through the air do. But there it was again, the sense of anticipation or excitement to know these women’s limits.
“I have work” Summer said matter of factly, standing slowly to place her bowl in the sink. Her tight black work trousers clearly digging into her bladder. The zip partially undone at the top as they struggled to accommodate her bladders size.
“Im heading to the library, going to see if I can get some more….” Julia winced visibly, her eyes closing and lips pursing as she stifled a groan. “More prep in for the test” She finished, her voice wavering.
“Mind if I come with you?” Eloise asked, “I think I should probably start on that reading list”
“Sure thing. Will be nice to have some company.” Julia replied.
“What about you guys?” She asked, looking at Kay and Allie who sat cross legged on the sofa next to them. Their dangling feet wiggling as almost a mirror image of one another.
“Not sure” Kay replied, “Might order a pizza later.”
“Not really an activity.” Allie joked. “But no I don’t have any real plans either. I do have to do my laundry though”
“Since we don’t have any plans, why don’t we all go out for lunch?” Vanessa suggested to the room.
“No fair!” Summer said, sliding her water bottle into her work bag.
“Your place serves food right, any chance you can get a break to join us for a bit if we come to you?” Allie asked.
“Oh maybe!” Summer said happily.
“Can we make it brunch rather than Lunch. I don’t want to be too late to the gym.” Zara said.
“Sure thing” Vanessa agreed, none of the others voicing a concern.
“Anyway I have got to get to work, text me the details” Summer said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and wincing slightly as it made contact with her abdomen. Despite hitting her in the back, it seemed that any pressure anywhere caused her more discomfort.
“We told Summer 11 and its five past.” Lucy said as they walked up the road. Now unencumbered, her movements had returned to a more normal pace. But with the others still struggling they were walking considerably slower than they had been before today. Not that Eloise could blame them as she walked beside them, occasionally sneaking glances at their mammoth bladders that continued to fascinate her. Academically she had read about super holders, but until now she had never met anyone who came close to the medical oddities or extreme cases in those texts. Thinking back to what Allie had said some days ago, it was really no surprise that companies would be head hunting her house mates if they were capable of such feats.
“Its just 5 minutes” Kay said, her face a little more red than usual.
“If Julia hadn’t forgotten her work book and gone back for it we might have made it on time.” Vanessa said, slightly annoyed.
“I’m sorry I was a little distracted.” Julia admitted, a hand deep in the pockets of her tightly fitting trousers and making Eloise wonder if she was actually holding herself as the group walked along.
“That only took like 2 minutes anyway” Allie responded, siding with Julia. “It was Zara on the phone before we left.” She finished, pointing the finger at yet another of the group. The tensions flaring as they each battled their own bodies which were clearly causing them more than a little irritation or short temper.
“Guys its fine, I am sure Summer will understand.” Eloise said, trying to broker a truce but only succeeding in causing a now awkward silence between them all as they continued walking uneasily. The only sounds the heavy breathing and panting of her bloated housemates, added to by the occasional groan and grimace as pulses raced through their full bodies.
As they walked through the campus and approached the coffee shop Eloise was becoming aware of a number of looks from those they passed. Passers-by watching the parade of desperate women, some with envy of their skills and others with jealousy that made them want to see them all reach their final limits. Although a couple seemed to be sporting similar bulges, their own faces wracked with desperation and pain. It seemed that her house mates were not the only ones still holding and suffering for it, the universities prowess making many more push themselves to their absolute limits.
Entering the coffee shop they found themselves a large table, her friends grunting as they forced themselves to sit down. Visibly sighing and taking a few moments to recover from their walk, some resting a hand on or giving their crotch a little squeeze for the extra reassurance. It was clear they were all at their wits end.
“Hey guys, I couldn’t get a break right now but I will be with you in like 15 minutes.” Summer said, approaching the table and standing with her legs tightly crossed. The pose doing nothing to hide her bladders prominence.
“Do you want us to wait for you?” Eloise asked, trying to look her friend in the eyes and not just stare at her abdomen.
“No, if we order now it will probably take 10 – 15 minutes anyway which should be when I get a break.”
“Ok that sounds good.” Eloise replied.
“What can I get for you?” Summer said, giving her best customer service smile. But the twitching at the edges of her smile combined with the furrowing in her brow somewhat broke the surface level of composure she was displaying.
“Can I get the chilli Jacket potato” Eloise replied, going for a slightly heavier lunch to get her energy up for a long night of studying.
“Sure thing and to dr…drink?”
“I’ll have a black tea if you do that?”
“Ok, whose next?” Summer said, her pencil finishing Eloise’s order as she looked up expecting for someone to speak. But instead it seemed they were all to preoccupied, their eyes staring down at the menu’s but none of them taking anything in. Summer herself was standing waiting, her thighs rubbing against each other as she tried to look as composed as possible.
“Julia?” She asked, the direct question snapping the black-haired woman out of it.
“Im sorry, im not really hungry now I think about it.” She said shifting uncomfortably.
“Come on, I thought we were eating together, I convinced my boss to let me give you guys a discount.” Summer said, clearly a little annoyed.
“Ok, I think I will just have a cheese and tomato panini” She said, choosing a lighter option from the menu.
“Yeah that sounds good” A couple of the others joined in and soon the orders were taken.
About 15 minutes later a slightly stressed looking Summer brough over the tables food and joined them as they began to eat, making small talk and mainly listening to Zara talk about her performance tomorrow. Eloise was taken aback by how she spoke, sounding either oblivious of her current condition or possessing a superhuman willpower that would allow her to perform her ordinarily taxing routine with a full bladder. Either way Eloise was not going to miss it tomorrow.
She was also happy to see that despite the tumultuous start to lunch things seemed to have calmed down a little. Their desperation still obvious but they were at least talking to each other.
“Summer, breaks over” A older woman announced to her from the till about an hour later. The blonde letting out a loud sigh as she stood uneasily, pressing her legs together tightly before grabbing up the plates they had eaten from and walking back towards the shop front.
“Yeah I should probably head off to the gym.” Zara said, adjusting herself in her seat slightly.
“And I guess we should go to the Library?” Eloise added in the direction of Julia who had once again been far more quiet than was usual for even her. Getting a nod she stood up quickly, looking over at Julia who seemed to be having second thoughts about standing. Her hand resting on the table for a moment as she remained firmly in her seat, before finally and with a loud grunt she pushed herself up from it. Her eyes scrunching closed and lips pursing together to stop any more noises escaping.
Arriving at the library Eloise was impressed by the sheer size of it. The old brickwork building at least six stories high, busts and statues adorning the outside of the classic building. Since moving to England she had missed the old European architecture that she had grown to consider normal to her home, the large town she grew up in was full of the French equivalent. Just looking at it made her heart feel a little fuller, a little closer to home.
“This place looks amazing!” she said,
“You haven’t seen the inside” Julia smiled, a hand once again deep in her pocket as the pair walked slowly along.
But she was right, entering the front door they found themselves in a large dome roofed section, sunlight beaming down through the centre, with the floors of books above them.
“So we should probably start on the fourth floor, its where a lot of the main study books you will need for first year are. The place uses the dewy decimal system, so if you go up to one of the computers you can search for books by name and they will give you the number. Then just follow the numbers to the right area.”
“Ok thank you!” Eloise said, glancing over at the computers.
“Uh…” Julia groaned again, bending over where she stood. “Lets take the lift to the sixth and I’ll point out a couple of books that might be useful.”
“Sure thing.”
“I used that a lot in first year” Julia said, pausing and taking out another book. Putting it into the heavily ladened arms of Eloise who was starting to struggle with the weight. The dozen books from the reading list and Julia’s recommendations feeling like a lead weight.
“I….uh……uh” Julia suddenly breathed out heavily, doubling over slightly again.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah I am fine”, Julia said panting slightly. Bracing herself on a book case for a moment she seemed to regain her composure as she stared at the floor.
“I think that should do for now, why...why don’t we find somewhere to sit and study.”
Taking faltering steps for differing reasons the duo walked around the book cases and to a small desk and chairs situated near the corner of the building. A secluded and quiet spot for them to study with no distractions.
Sitting down Julia grimaced as her rear met the seat, the change of posture not helping the full woman’s bladder. But despite this, a moment later she pulled a large 6 pack of energy drinks from her bag and placed them on the table. Pulling the first one out and cracking it open and beginning to sip from it. Taking a seat next to her Eloise could already see her friends legs beginning to vibrate under the desk. Julia’s left hand resting on her thigh as it moved up and down at a breakneck pace.
It was difficult to concentrate with her friend moving so erratically next to her, occasionally gasping or grunting, but somehow Eloise managed to get pulled into her studying. Taking notes on the history and world cultures of Urology. It was a fascinating subject that really captured her interest, she had always been interested in how different people and cultures viewed it. She couldn’t help but smile sub-consciously as she took her notes, she was living her dream of being at one of the most prestigious universities and learning about something she truly loved. What more could she have wished for!
She stayed in this revere for hours, although to her they felt like minutes. Her mind completely occupied by her studying, until a loud groan caught her attention. Somehow, she had almost forgotten about her friend sitting next to her, but as she looked over she could see Julia doubled over in her seat. Her eyes were closed and she was bent over so far her head was almost making contact with the desk. Beads of sweat were forming and running down the sides of her pale face, falling onto the notebook she had beneath her.
“ooohhhh” She groaned again, her body shaking violently and causing her glasses to slip from her face and clunk onto the desk. The close proximity of her face probably saving them from any damage. The loud noise making Julia open her eyes and straighten slightly. A shaky hand reaching for her glasses and putting them back on.
“Are you sure your ok?” Eloise asked again even though it was clear she wasn’t.
“why does it have to be so hot in here. Its making me sweat and my glasses keep sliding down my nose.” Julia responded, ignoring the real point of the question. Even opening another energy drink and taking a sip, it seemed like the more of them she drank the quicker she drank. A vicious circle that Eloise was sure wasn’t helping her, because the room wasn’t hot in the slightest. In fact Eloise she could feel a distinct chill in the area, the old building apparently not having much in the way of heating.
But after watching her friend try to go back to studying she did the same, occasionally glancing at Julia who was now breathing loudly through her nose. The constant unerring noise coming from her making it slightly harder than before to concentrate.
But soon the heavy breathing stopped from her nose and looking over Eloise could see Julia biting the hemline to her shirt as she pulled it up in anguish, her legs continuing to jig ferociously where she sat. The nervous behaviour pulling her top up and revealing her massively distended bladder that seemed to be shaking on its own. Pulses and ripples racing across the surface of her skin and flapping the fabric of her shirt. The hem line of her Khaki trousers pressing viciously into it, a thick and painful red line easy to see on her white skin.
But somehow it seemed the woman sat next to her was able to push the thoughts of desperation from her mind and take notes from the book she was reading. A task that Eloise was unsure she would be able to in similar circumstances. Even now she could feel a distinct fullness in her own bladder having not relieved herself since the morning. Although as she thought about it she realised she hadn’t drunk that much, her water bottle only half empty.
Taking a long sip from her bottle she Eloise noticed Julia’s frantic movements stop for a moment, the black haired woman’s her eyes widening as she let out a couple of deep rapid breaths. Another pulse raced around her body as she let out short pained breaths.
“Oh…” Julia said quietly as if she was surprised by something, her eyes still wide and twitching for a moment before a loud splattering noise drew the attention of Eloise.
A waterfall of pee was draining off every side of the fabric chair that glistened brightly as Julia began to wet herself. A loud hissing noise escaping as what must have been a heavily pressurised stream burst through her defences, spraying noisily into her pants and instantly saturating them. The navy material hiding much of the damage, but the backs of her legs becoming obviously wet. Streams rained from where her knees bent over the chairs while a wide waterfall fell from behind her and off the back of the chair. A large puddle instantly forming under her as she gazed forwards, her eyes still twitching but not changing any emotion.
Eloise couldn’t believe what she was seeing, Julia was completely wetting herself in the library. Despite the copious signs of desperation through the day and even the last couple of days, the sudden loss and lack of emotion had caught her by surprise. As was the size of the slightly yellow puddle, a faint sweet small emanating from Julia’s piss that she could only assume was the effect of the can after can of energy drinks Julia had forced into her still emptying bladder.
For more than three minutes pee rained down off the chair, the ever-expanding puddle spreading out in all directions from the chair on the level and waxed floor. The chair itself was completely sodden as were her trousers and shoes. Urine pooled against her skin, racing down her legs and overflowing her converse shoes, the light grey turning a saturated dark grey all over as even the shoe laces seemed to be soaking up Julia’s accident.
Finally the loud splattering streams had finished, the quiet drips from the chair the only sound in their corner of the library. A silence that seemed to last forever came over them, Julia still staring forwards in disbelief, like a deer in the headlights of a car.
“I….I thought I could hold it.” Julia said, her eyes blinking as she finally moved her head to look down at her saturated trousers and the puddle beneath her. “I haven’t lost control like this since…. I cant believe I just wet myself.” She said, her shoulders sagging as her body started to unwind itself from the knots she had tied it in to keep her bladder contained.
“I….” Eloise said, at a loss for words, still staring at the mesmerising drops of Julia’s pee as they splashed into the giant puddle. Ripples radiating out in a symmetrical pattern as her puddle continued to spread.
“I need to go and get changed.” Julia said standing, a sudden loud splattering noise making Eloise wince slightly as the pee caught between her friends legs fell to join the rest of it on the floor.
The walk back was quiet, Eloise could tell Julia was embarrassed and didn’t want to talk about it. If it had been anyone else they might have gotten away with no one noticing. But given the sudden disappearance of the giant bulge sticking out of her, she was sure the others in her house would all realise what had happened when they saw her, even if they didn’t see the mess she had made of her clothes. Even now as they approached the house drips were still falling from Julia’s clothes, such was the amount they had tried to absorb.
She was right though, the others had all been shocked to see her in such a state. Many of them in the hallway chatting when the wet Julia had returned moments after Zara and Vanessa. It was clear they were shocked and a little shaken by another of the house losing control of their body, but neither said anything. Assuming like Eloise that silence was the best option, for Julia’s sake they were pretending that nothing had happened. But something most certainly had.
The morning sun was barely above the horizon and her room was still largely shrouded in darkness when Eloise woke the next day. Most of the time if she woke this early she would fall back to sleep, but for some reason the last few days she had been waking with an immense sense of excitement about what the day would bring. Maybe that was just what being at university was like.
Getting up she turned on her laptop, browsing social media and checking the university news. It seemed like despite not having classes everything else was carrying on like normal at the university. The only thing that caught her eye was a headline saying they were currently investigating a possible water leak on the sixth floor of the library and that electronics in a certain corner were disabled for safety.
Hearing slow and heavy footsteps walk past her room and the clunk of the door she figured it was probably time to get some breakfast. Walking towards the kitchen a few minutes later she could already hear the soft grunts and groans emanating from two of her housemates. Vanessa was stood by the counter making some toast as she bounced on double crossed legs. Her long muscular legs allowing her the strange added benefit of tying themselves in multiple knots. The mundane task of buttering her toast causing her to breath heavily and grunt with exertion from time to time.
At the Table Summer was doing something similar, leaning back in her chair to give her giant bladder extra room. The force of her vibrating legs causing her entire body to shake as she tried to spoon cereal into her mouth from a great distance. Drops of milk falling from the shaking spoon that she was staring at intently, using all of her brain power to try and guide it to her mouth without losing its contents all over the table or herself. Every few seconds that passed she would shiver strongly, a grunt escaping twitching mouth as her overburdened bladder made its presence known.
“Hey, how are you guys doing?” Eloise asked, a greeting but also hoping for a little bit more.
“Morning” Vanessa said, grimacing slightly as she twisted to greet her.
“Hi, im doing good thanks.” Summer said, her sweaty and twitching face suggesting the opposite.
“Good.” Eloise smiled, slightly saddened by the short replied but given the energy it must me taking them both to contain their bladders she couldn’t really fault them for not being talkative.
“Was it Zara that just left, she nervous about later?”
“No I don’t think so.” Summer replied.
“Although she might need to be.” Vanessa added casually.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, come on im not the only one to notice how much trouble she is having sitting still let alone jumping around.”
“Vanessa!” Summer said, surprised. “Like you can say anything” she added.
“What! Look we all need to go and im not saying I would be able to hold it doing her routine either. but I know the rest of us can control ourselves until the main block opens up.”
Just looking at the pair of them squirming even as they talked about it made Eloise start to doubt that sentence. Although they had held it far longer than anything, she would have thought possible. So despite their clear signs of desperation, perhaps their confidence was well founded.
“I would have thought the same about Julia and Lucy thought.” Summer said quietly, her friend’s accidents clearly playing on her mind as another powerful pulse or shiver seemed to race around her body.
“What about me?” Julia said, walking into the kitchen to join them. A heavy bag on her shoulder and giant coffee cup in her hand that she emptied the dregs from and began to make a fresh batch.
“Oh, we were just wondering If you and Lucy were coming to Zara’s performance later.” Vanessa said quickly as she turned around, her face grimacing once again and reminding Eloise of Zara the day before. Vanessas skin flushing red either from exertion or from almost being caught talking about Julia’s accident. While they might have all been open and talked about their need to pee earlier in the week, their friend’s loss of control still seemed to be a possible sore spot for them. Unsurprising given their status around the campus as some of the best holders.
“Oh yeah sure, I wouldn’t miss it!” Julia said happily, fishing out two six packs of energy drinks and sliding them into her bag along with two large water bottles and the coffee cup. It seemed that despite her accident just a few hours earlier, the black-haired woman was taking no note of it. Going straight back to drinking copious amounts of liquid and making Eloise wonder if it had even had any impact on her. Lucy for her part had seemed dejected since her accident, although being the first may have only increased the humiliation she felt.
“Im going to head to the Library again and then will meet up with you guys there.” Julia said, zipping up her bag.
Behind them the front door opened loudly, hurried footsteps approaching them.
“Guys!” An out of breath Zara said, leaning heavily on the doorframe with her hand as she doubled over. Panting heavily she tried to catch her breath, her chest and entire body heaving up and down as she groaned and scrunched up her face from discomfort. But given what Eloise was seeing it was really no wonder she was so uncomfortable.
Now dressed in a skin tight leotard Zara’s bladder bulge seemed to have grown several inches. The heavy growth in her abdomen making it look like she had put on at least 20 pounds, the expanding organ now almost shrink wrapped by the lycra gym wear that must have been torture on her. The stylishly tie dye and ordinarily tight-fitting clothes stretched to their limits and pressing against her mercilessly.
“Does anyone have any idea how to use this?” she asked, shakily holding up and old cassette tape.
“What?” Vanessa asked, Eloise noticing her friends eyes glancing every few seconds at the pronounced bladder bulge on their mutual housemate. At least it wasn’t just her, although it was definitely hard to miss.
“The stupid sound system doesn’t work with my phone. The only option is this thing.”
“You hadn’t tried using the sound system till right now?” Summer asked.
“No, now can someone please tell me they know how to put music on this thing?”
“I do” Eloise said, for some reason holding her hand up slightly.
“Awesome, you are my new best friend now please we have like 4 hours!” Zara pleaded.
“Sure thing, we just have to find a track player. They might have one in the computer labs?”
“Those are in the teaching blocks” Vanessa pointed out.
“Fuck!” Zara swore loudly, curtsying slightly and pressing her now crossed thighs slightly harder against each other.
“The might be one in the Library” Julia said.
“Ok lets go!” Zara said, turning and storming off towards the front door with a surprising turn of speed given her current situation.
Grabbing her coat on the way past her room the pair of them soon made it to the library and with the help of a slightly bemused looking receptionist pointed them towards the room they needed. With the help of Eloise and a couple of youtube videos they managed to convert her music track from her phone, onto a computer, onto a cd and then finally onto the cassette. A lengthy process that saw the gymnast vibrate around the room as she waited impatiently for it to finish up.
Now with the cassette in hand they rushed back over to the gym with a little over an hour before the start of the competition. Moving to the booth they handed the girl behind the sound system the cassette and a few moments later they could both breath in relief as Zara’s song started playing over the gym speakers.
“Thank god” Zara said, doubling over and putting a hand on her thigh she breathed out heavily.
“Oooh does someone need to pee” A mocking tone came from behind them.
“I should have guessed you would be here Bethany” Zara said, her eyes narrowing.
“Looks like someone could use a bathroom. You look positively bursting” The leggy blonde said gleefully.
“Well, looks like someone isn’t capable of holding it at all. I bet you scurried off somewhere to pee like a little child. How many times have you gone, four, five?” Zara said, a new fire burning in her eyes.
“Hmmmf” Bethany scoffed, dismissing the claims but it was clear to Eloise that Zara had hit a chord.
“It doesn’t matter…I’ve just been focused on winning this contest, something im sure you wont be doing looking like that” She said, pointing at Zara’s bulging bladder.
“I will win this and keep control of my bladder.” Zara shot back, the pair of them trading insults and making Eloise feel a little awkward.
“Really, well remember to stay hydrated” Bethany said, a smirk on her face as she grabbed her water bottle and held it above her mouth. Squeezing it she noisily drank the water as it squirted into her mouth, an audible rushing noise making the edges of Zara’s eyes twitch and her foot begin to fidget despite her best efforts to remain still.
Finishing her bottle Zara’s apparent rival smirked again. “Looking a little hot and bothered there Za-za”
“Just make sure you remember to pee before you start, that looked like a lot of water for someone like you.” Zara said, stuttering slightly but the comment making Bethany narrow her eyes. The two fierce competitors locking eyes for a few moments before Bethany turned and walked away, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
“What was that about?” Eloise asked.
“Oh its just her. She is just upset because we use to be in the same leagues in most things in first year. But I’ve progressed and she is still stuck down at the bottom, I’ve even heard she failed the end of year 2 test and had to get remedial catch up lectures to help her.”
“Is that all it is?” Eloise asked, their rivalry seemingly too big for just that.
“Yeah, as far as I know anyway. I cant think of anything else.” Zara said shrugging.
A buzz from her pocket made Eloise pull out her phone and as she opened the text message from Summer her heart skipped a beat.
“Hey Eloise. Sorry to ask you but are you at home, would you be able to bring me some new trousers to the coffee shop.”
Had she wet herself at work? A strange sense of sadness and missing out swept over her, making Eloise realise she had apparently been looking forward to seeing her friends hold on as much as possible. Now to have missed the final hours of Summers struggle she felt like she had lost an opportunity to witness something amazing.
“What wrong?” Zara asked.
“Oh…nothing. Sorry Summers just asked me to grab something for her.”
“She is always forgetting something.” Zara smiled.
“Yeah, are you going to be ok here?” Eloise asked
“Yeah, I’ll be fine now, thanks.”
luckily the gym wasn’t too far away from the house and less than 15 minutes later Eloise was walking up the road carrying a pair of her housemates work trousers in a small bag. Her heart starting to beat faster the closer she got to the coffee shop and as she walked in she couldn’t help but look around for any signs of Summers accident. It had to have been over 20 minutes ago, but maybe there would be a wet floor sign, a mop and bucket, something.
But as she looked around she was happy to see that while there was no sign of an accident, it was because Summer was still holding. Her friend currently tending to a table, her massive bladder bulge and shaking legs indicating that Eloise had in fact not missed anything.
Looking up Summer caught sight of her, giving a weak wave and half-hearted smile the blonde pointed towards the staff only door that she was then led through.
“Here you go, everything ok?” Eloise asked, now wondering why her friend had asked for spare trousers.
“Yeah” Summer said breathlessly, her legs continuing to walk on the spot as she stood there. “The stupid button popped off” she said and looking down at the waist of her trousers it was no surprise given how much her bladder was poking out of her. “Had to use a safety pin, but I didn’t know if it would hold up either. You are a life saver”
“No problem, you want me to wait for your shift to be over. Can head up to the gym together?” Eloise offered.
“Yeah that sounds nice. Should only be about 30 minutes, I’ll get you a free tea while you wait. It’s the least I can do…but if you wouldn’t mind?” Summer said, her hands holding up her unbuckled trousers.
“Yeah sorry” Eloise said, leaving her friend to get changed.
A couple of minutes later Summer reappeared, her face much redder than it had been, her lips pursed as she looked like she was trying even harder not to let out a groan as she walked by. The new trousers apparently slightly tighter than the last and given the fraying fabric they were only just holding on too.
Sipping her tea she watched Summer serve the tables for the next 25 minutes, each moment that passed making her look more and more desperate. She would try her best when serving the customers to act normal, but she was so far past normal it was impossible to hide it from them. Whenever she thought she was out of sight she would grab her crotch, squeezing it in a vice like grip as she held on for dear life. Her frantic typing and distracted serving leading to more than a couple of errors that she would have to painstakingly correct. Her attention and brainpower being taken away from her hold and put back where it should have been and correctly serving the customers.
But despite appearances of being moments from exploding all over the shop Summer managed to make it to the end of her shift 40 minutes later. Disappearing hurriedly into the staff room once again, the swinging door revealing just enough of the room that Eloise peeked her start to desperately dance around the room with both her hands buried in her crotch for a few moments before is closed.
Re-emerging summer was suddenly dressed in a light blue polo dress, although the typical thin waistband was currently being pushed out and turning the straight edged dress into something else entirely. The short length of it being made even shorter by the extra size of her bladder as the form fitting dress was forced to go around the large addition to her abdomen.
“Should we go, don’t want to be late?” Summer said uneasily, her exposed knees knocking together where she stood.
Meeting up with the others they had all taken their seats in one of the large metal stands that had been built for spectators. Heavy base music filled the air as the gymnasts stretched and prepared on the large floor mat, the group of them waving at Zara as she awkwardly stretched. Eloise hoping her housemate wouldn’t hurt herself by doing her routine while that full of liquid.
Thankfully she didn’t have long to wait, Zara was the third contestant up for her event in the bar vault. She was following her rival Bethany who had managed to score an impressive 32/40. Her tight corkscrew jump off the springboard pleasing the crowd and judge.
As her music started Zara rocked at the start of her run up, even from the stands it was easy to see the sweat gathering on her even before her first run. Breathing heavily Zara started down the mats, her face grimacing with every heavy and slightly off rhythm step. Jumping onto the springboard she twisted her body, tucking up her knees and grunting loudly. Landing on her feet she let out a sharp shout, groaning as she fell to one knee. Her hands firmly between her legs for a moment before the buzzer sounded and she looked up. Her run had been disqualified and looking to her left she could see why, as she had fallen to her knee she was landed outside the yellow landing area, her body crossing the thick red lines that marked their boundary. Puffing out her cheeks she remained in the crouched position for a few seconds longer before taking her place at the start for her second run.
Charging down the mat again she flipped forwards once more, catapulting off the board and into the air where she began to rotate, another loud groan escaping her as she forced her giant bladder to twist inside her. Managing two full rotations with her head just above the beam she readjusted herself to land on her feet but again she was forced to double over. The boom of her feet loud enough to hear over the music, a heavy landing that jostled everything inside her. Even from the stands they could all she her grimace, her hands going between her legs again as she fell to her knees again. But no buzzer sounded this time, she had fallen to her knees within the lines. But such a bad landing was sure to hurt her score even if it was legal.
Watching Zara walk back to the starting run Eloise could tell she was annoyed, kicking her water bottle across from her and earning her a warning from the umpire.
The scores, 2.5, 3.0, 2.0, 2.0.
9.5 the lowest of the competition so far.
Taking her place back at the start Zara was shaking her arms and her head, before it hung still looking down and then at the celling with her eyes closed. As the music started she put a foot forward rocking backwards and forwards a couple of times before sprinting down the runway. Her strides seemed more powerful this time, her legs extending more as she jumped to the springboard. Landing for a moment she launched into the air, her legs quickly swivelling around until she was inverted, corkscrewing her body around not once or twice but three times. Finally adjusting herself in the air once more she tucked her legs in and added a summersault just a foot from the floor before landing on her feet.
This time her posture remained and her hands flew above her head triumphantly, but there wasn’t a smile on her face but a pained grimace. Even as she celebrated all of those watching her including her friends could see the crotch of her bodysuit darkening substantially as the ocean of pee inside her burst through her defences, the sudden jolt shattering all control or perhaps she had simply given it up to achieve a better result. But now as Eloise watched in mild shock a hushed silence filled the room, one of the top holders at the university was currently wetting themselves in an auditorium packed with spectators. A loud splattering noise echoing up off the plastic-coated crash mats, the pool of clear liquid spraying out of her in all directions and at some speed. It looked almost as if someone had a thumb in a hose between her legs as the days of pent up pee soaked through her clothes and raced down her legs that now shone in the lights of the packed auditorium.
As those around the room began to realise what was going on there was an audible pause in the clapping, before a few moments later it seemed to erupt even louder as Zara continued to wet herself on the centre of the stage. The rapturous applause far louder for some reason, as if the crowd were showing their appreciation of how much and how hard she was trying to contain her bladder. Or perhaps they thought it was some added artform, the bladder university offering a new spectacle of wet gymnastics. It was a strange moment for Eloise, everyone around her clapping madly for her friend who was currently pissing herself, well everyone but Summer.
A couple of people over the Blonde-haired woman had her head in her hands, her ears burning bright red. Looking beneath her it was clear that she too had lost control of her bladder at almost the same moment, a river liquid currently draining down the metal slats and pouring off them onto the wooden floor meters beneath her. Too wrapped up in the show in front of them the audience was missing her accident, but as the applause started to die down an unmistakable sound of liquid dripping onto wood took its place as a couple of those around summer began to look over at the mortified woman who was wetting herself amongst the crowd.
But just as the loud patter of Summers accident starting to make its way through the noise of the auditorium the music started again. The sudden base noise filling the room and sparing Summer further humiliation, only a couple of her housemates seemed to have noticed. Their red faces looking first at her and then beneath them. Summers stream still adding to the huge puddle under the stand, falling almost three feet and colliding with the solid surface. Her and Zara a mirror image but as one revelled in the applause the other shrank back from the room, hoping no one had noticed as she too lost control of her mammoth bladder. The only saving grace the fact she was wearing a dress, although given her sitting position Eloise could see it running down her thighs and the backs of her blue knee socks darkening in long streaks as her pee soaked into them.
Eloise couldn’t pick who to watch, her head swivelling between Zara who remained on the stage, pee running down her toned legs and darkening the crash mats for meters around her. Or Summer, who still had her head in her hands, the distance her pee falling causing it to bounce and spray an even larger puddle than Zara was creating.
“The scores are in!” The woman in the booth announced.
“10.0, 10.0, 10.0, 10.0, a perfect score!”
Again the crowd erupted in applause, people all around them standing in ovation.
Bowing to them she walked off the stage, a few rivulets still flowing down her legs. But as the music started Zara simply took her place on the side of the stage, sitting in a chair as pee still left her exhausted bladder. A new second puddle forming under her chair as If now she had virtually won, she had no cares in the world. Unlike Summer who continued to hide her face, peeing a steady stream for well over two more minutes. But despite her unmoving body and the loud patter of urine, no one seemed to have noticed other than Eloise and her housemates. Although, someone would surely find the absolutely massive puddle beneath the stand when they came to take it down later that evening. Her mess easily mistaken for a spilt cooler, drips still falling in a wide arc where her pee had run along the bottom of the metal bar beneath her.
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The cracks in the groups iron bladders are starting to appear, will any of them be able to hold on?
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Chapter 6: A lapse of concentration.
“Come on!” Kay pleaded with Allie as they both desperately paced at the work counters in the kitchen.
“Im not being a model for your photoshoot.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want too and….” Allie trailed off, her legs continuing to wiggle as she leaned against the row of cupboards. The rhythmic shuffling hypnotising to Eloise as she watched the pair of them dance their desperate dance, neither of them wanting to show how bad it had gotten. But it was easy to see, they had been struggling two days ago but now their antics had been dialled up to 11. Allie for her part unable to stand still for even a moment, the constant shuffling must have been burning her muscles but it was in order to save another assuredly tiring one.
“And what?” Kay asked, showing similar signs of her need as she sat on the couch. Her crossed legs bobbing up and down next to Eloise. The French girl keeping an eye on them too ni the corner of her vision, a sight she had become well versed in over the last few days.
“I, nothing… I just don’t feel like doing it.” Allie replied, her cheeks burning a little redder than before as she pushed off again and started dancing in front of the fridge, staring in even though Eloise could see she had already taken out the milk she was looking for.
“I’ll do your washing up for a week” Kay rebutted, trying to bribe their housemate.
“Really?” Allie asked, surprised by how badly Kay wanted her to be involved. “Why not go with Lucy, im sure she would love it.”
“That’s why, its more fun to have you.” Kay smiled, getting a glare from Allie. “But yeah I’ll wash and Eloise will dry for the rest of the week.” Kay offered up despite not having talked to her about it. But then again it was for the photography society that had both signed up for, which Eloise had completely forgotten about.
“Fine…but I’m not doing any stupid poses or anything like that.” Allie relented, breathing out heavily as she noticed the milk she had already gotten out. Her desperate mind failing to keep any coherent thought in for more than 2 minutes it seemed.
“Nothing like that, don’t worry.” Kay answered her, grunting loudly as she forced herself up from the couch. A hand on her back as she puffed her cheeks out as if she had been doing some heavy lifting.
“Where is everyone else by the way?” Zara asked, turning over to look at them from the couch where she sat. Her legs seemingly spread as far apart as possible, a triumphant posture for the winner of last night’s contest and the prize of an empty bladder.
If there had been a loser it had been Summer, walking out of the venue she hadn’t been lucky to escape the attention of others. Her sodden blue socks and hem of her skirt giving her away as many of the students pointed and made comments. Their poor friend staring ashamedly at the floor in silence the entire way home. They had done their best to comfort her but it was clear that she just as Lucy had, was feeling sorry for herself.
“I think some of them are feeling a little down because of, you know.” Kay said.
“You telling me, looks like we are about to have two more.” Vanessa announced as she strode in wearing her running gear. But despite the confident outburst it was clear that she too was suffering with her bladder.
“You’re telling me, but like you can say anything.” Allie shot back, managing a faint smile as a bead of sweat worked its way down from her brow and dripped off her nose.
“Hey, this bladder is fine. Im not the one using the edge of the counter to hold myself.” She said, a cheeky smile appearing as she indicated to Kay.
“Gross, that’s where I make my food.” Zara laughed heartily, clearly feigning her annoyance.
“I tell you what we need.” Vanessa said, gingerly joining Zara on the sofa. Letting out a not so quiet groan even with the slow speed of her movement.
“What? Zara asked.
“A night in with lots of alcohol so everyone can forget the last couple of days.” She said, her idea clearly at odds with her bladder unless she was insane, or so Eloise thought.
“That sounds like a plan.” Zara said excitedly. “Im up for some victory drinks.”
“Should we ask the others?” Eloise asked, although half the house was now in the room.
“Guys I…” Allie tried to speak but was interrupted by an excited Kay.
“No, we should tell the others” Kay said authoritatively, vanessa and Zara pointing at her and agreeing whole heartedly.
“Ok putting it in the group chat now, no question marks just facts.” Zara said, pulling out her phone and a few moments a series of dings went off in the kitchen.
“Where… are… we going Kay?” Allie asked, stopping for a moment to put a hand on her thigh as she all but panted with exertion.
“I want to go the campus.” Kay replied, her own breathing not too far behind.
“Are you ok?” Eloise asked, a question she was starting to think was the only thing she could ask given the amount of times she had uttered it lately. But what else was there?
“Oooh” Allie puffed her cheeks out again. “Man, I’ve never felt like this before. It feels like my insides are vibrating on their own.” Groaning she stood up straight, putting a thumb under the deadly tight jeans she was still forcing herself to wear despite how they all but cut her bladder in too. She had been wearing jogging bottoms for the last couple of days, but given that she was being photographed she had spent more than 10 minutes groaning as she buttoned them up. Eloise spying her lying in the foetal position on her bed through the crack in the door. She was truly suffering, the back of her light green top a shade darker from her burning body.
10 minutes later they had made it up to the spot where the almost equally bloated Kay was happy. A busy intersection of the university with students milling around them.
“Really…here?” Allie asked, putting a hand on her chest.
“Yes here” Kay added, starting to unfold a tripod from her bag while she paced on the spot. Her entire face glistening despite the cool day, her hastily applied makeup already smudging. But she wasn’t the one that was going to be in front of the camera so Eloise doubted she really cared. It was clear something else was on her mind as she moved feverously on the spot, her hands unscrewing the legs.
“Okay, Okay, Okay” Kay began muttering to herself, now stood behind the camera and visibly shaking. Her eyes glued to the small LCD screen on the back of the camera as she bobed up and down, walking on the spot. Her hand waving around all over the place as she focused down on the task at hand. Each heavy press of the button making the tripod shift slightly.
“Oh shit” Kay said quietly, her left hand falling between her legs and giving herself a reassuring squeeze for a moment.
“Ok, im good its set up.” She said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hoodie sleeve.
“So, you…youi just want me there?” Allie asked, her own legs moving her in small circles, the pair of them attracting a lot of strange glances from the passers by. The two struggling women walking in tiny circles as they battled their enormous bladders demands to finally give them some relief.
“Yep, just stand there for like two minutes”
“Two minutes!” Allie said out loud, Eloise unsure if she could manage 2 seconds let alone 120.
“Yeah”
“What photo takes two minutes?” Allie said, clearly still upset about this revelation.
“I want a time lapse; you know you stay still and everyone can move around behind you as a blur.” Kay said hastily as she uneasily waited to click the shutter button.
“Kay, I don’t know.” Allie said, her eyes pleading with Kay.
“You can do it, its just two minutes.” Kay smiled at her.
“I, ok but make it fast.” Allie said.
“I…ok?” Kay replied, confused by the statement. Two minutes was two minutes, not much she could do about that.
“Ok, you can do this” Allie said, pumping herself up as she pressed firmly between her clenched thighs.
“Ready?” Kay asked.
“As I will ever be” Allie replied, her hands finally leaving her crotch as she took up a somewhat normal pose. Her hands grabbing the student brochure that Kay had hastily given to her as a prop.
“Ok, now stay as still as possible” Kay said, herself moving non-stop. A loud click indicating that the photo had begun, just 120 seconds.
“I…..” Allie stuttered almost immediately.
“You can do it!” Kay shouted in support.
“I….” Allie stuttered again, her eyes glancing down at her own crotch for a moment.
“You are doing great, just a little longer.”
“I…im sorry Kay but I think I’m about to make your photo a little more interesting than you meant it to be.” Allie shuddered, her head turning to look between her legs as the light grey of her jeans suddenly darkened. An explosion of wetness showering out of her clenched thighs, short but fierce bursts of piss showering out of them and darkening patches of her jeans. Strange patterns appearing all over her legs as the spurting continued, a thudding sound could be heard as the rest of her pee poured out behind her legs.
Groaning she convulsed lightly, new streaks of wetness flowing from her crotch and down the front of her unmoving legs, a shower of wetness that was cascading and running down her legs. The wet patches shining anew as her accident continued to unfold in front of Eloise. The many rivulets spiralling down her legs and leaving trails in Allies clothing. Dripping into the muddy pool that she was making beneath her that was shinning brightly in the mid-day sun as it hung over her, accidently providing the perfect lighting for the ongoing photo of her accident.
At almost the exact same moment a loud shutter noise signalled the end of the time-lapse, and Allie finished wetting herself. Stood routed to the spot she exhaled deeply “Fuck I needed that.” She laughed, her shoulders sagging forwards. The giant orb that was her bladder completely gone and her drenched jeans now fitting properly.
“Well I hope you got what you needed because im not giving a repeat performance” She continued looking up at Kay who was now also routed to the spot. Her face bright red and both hands pulling up at her crotch for all she was worth.
“I…..oooh.” Kay muttered, herself looking only moments from a similar fate as Allie.
But breathing heavily she managed to pull herself together, “Sorry, I didn’t”…. she trailed off.
“Yeah don’t worry. I thought I could hold it too.” Allie said clearly disappointed, but taking it far better than Lucy or Summer had.
“Now can we get out of here, its actually quite cold in these wet jeans now I’m not sweating my balls off in desperation.” She said rather bluntly, the desperate kay just nodding and starting to pack away her things.
“You better not show that to anyone” Allie said as they made their way down the hill again.
Eloise had totally forgotten about the photo and now Allie had said that, she couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like. A two-minute time lapse of Allie peeing herself, what would that look like she wondered. Maybe she would have to find a way to get it, or try it herself… what was she thinking. Shaking her head and being repulsed by the weird idea that she would try it at home, what was happening to her thoughts? Where were all these new thoughts coming from, it had to just be because she was surrounded by desperate women that they were coming to her. Hopefully once this was over they would leave her be, although she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this had always been something she enjoyed. Memories of holding it slightly longer than needed under the guise of studying as her bladder throbbed at the kitchen table. The odd road trip where she would see how long or how far she could go without needing to stop, even asking friends and family members to do the same. Had she always liked this…No it was just this week…it had to be.
“Eloise?” Kay said, brining her out of her confused stupor. The pair of them now sat in the kitchen, Kay on the phone with Summer who was at the shop.
“Yeah sorry?”
“What drinks do you want?”
“Oh, do they have any brandy?”
“Brandy?” Kay lowered an eyebrow at her before nodding and passing on the order. The dark brunette now sitting in the back of the kitchen, her legs tightly crossed and bobbing up and down wildly. She had been there ever since she had barely survived the walk back, the new sitting position clearly helping her maintain her control a little easier.
“What bout snacks?” Kay asked, her hand over the phone.
“Don’t mind, crisps, maybe pretzels if they have any?” Eloise replied.
“Pretzels and Brandy, not quite the night in of drinking I was expecting” Kay joked before a violent shake in her body forced her to frown deeply, a hand steadying herself on her thigh as she leaned forwards a little more. A deep sweat all over her body despite the fact she was barely moving. Taking a deep breath she put the phone back to her ear and passed on the new order to the group of them at the store.
“Oh god!” Kay groaned loudly after putting the phone down. Both her hands falling between her clenching and knotted legs, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold this.”
“What?” Eloise said shocked by her friends openness, her eyes awkwardly meeting hers as she felt her stomach flutter slightly at Kays admission.
“I don’t know the last time I held this long. Even the end of year test wasn’t this bad.” Kay said looking her in the eyes, causing Eloise to blush and look away.
“Umm, I mean….you have lasted this long. Its way more than I could manage. Like 10 times as long!” Eloise blurted out, aiming for supportive but ending up a little past that.
“Yeah, I suppose” Kay said, finally looking down and placing a hand on her heavily distended bladder. The giant protrusion locked tightly shut for over a week now, yet both of them seemed to sense the end was near. But who knew when the classes were to start again, they knew she couldn’t give up. If her or Vanessa did and it turned out the buildings opened the next morning they would be kicking themselves for the rest of the year. They just had to hold out.
A short while later the others arrived noisily through the front door, bottles clinking in the bags they had brought with them. Unpacking them the kitchen counter was covered in all sort of alcohol, bottles and cans of beer covering most it while large vodka bottles towered above the other bottles.
Admiring their handywork Kay let out a loud sigh, grunting as she reached across for the first bottle. “Its six o’clock somewhere.” She smiled, cracking open the first bottle using the edge of the counter instead of a bottle opener. The others shrugging and joining her with a beer of their own while Eloise checked her watch. It was already 7.15Pm, why did it matter that it was 6pm somewhere else.
“I will order the Pizza, same as last week?” Zara offered, opening her laptop.
“Sounds good!” Kay said, raising her bottle. The others joining in a little impromptu toast, taking a sip from their own bottles. Well except Summer who seemed to be in the mood to get things started, downing her entire beer in one go and sighing deeply.
“Some ones in the mood to party” Lucy joked.
“Oh, sorry.” Summer said kind of sheepishly, her face blushing as she realised everyone was watching her.
“No, don’t apologise just let me catch up!” Lucy said enthusiastically as she downed the rest of hers.
“Well…if everyone else is.” Kay said, lifting her own bottle to her lips and starting to down it. A hand resting on her bladder as she scrunched up her face, forcing the beer down her throat.
“Come on guys, keep up.” She smiled, her body wobbling slightly as she sat there. Vanessa, Julia and Zara sharing a look before joining in.
“Well, im on Vodka so I will not be downing that.” Allie joked, unscrewing the top off the first bottle and pouring a little in a cup before downing the shots worth as a show of solidarity.
“Your turn” Kay said loudly, uncapping the next bottle and pointing at Eloise with it.
Taking a leaf from Allies book she unscrewed the brandy, pouring a fingers worth into a glass. Taking a deep breath she tipped the glass back feeling the familiar burn but then a weird acidic feeling taking over.
“Urrgh, what is that?”
“Its brandy, what you asked for.”
“That is the worst brandy I have ever had, what is this.” She said inspecting the bottle. “What on earth is a brandy drink?” she asked out loud, never having seen the words together but sure they were not a sign of quality.
“Cheap, you’re a student now remember.” Zara joked.
“True, but I will not be doing any more shots of that.” Eloise said, mixing it with some soda that had been bought as mixer.
“Ok, lets get this party started!” Zara said enthusiastically, pulling out a box of cards.
“Not this again, I remember you forcing me to play that like two years ago.” Julia said out loud.
“Well, it’s a good way of getting to know each other, and then drinking enough to forget it all again.” Zara smiled.
“Well, sounds fun.” Summer joined in, “what is it though?”
“Its called first, like spin the bottle. It has a little dial thing you spin like this” she said spinning it, it landing on Vanessa. “Then Vanessa grabs one of the cards which will have a promt on it and you have to answer what your first experience of it was.”
“Like never have I ever.” Kay said.
“Never have I ever?” Eloise asked, understanding the game but getting lost with the annology.
“Its like a game where….” Allie started.
“Look forget that, lets just play this.” Zara interrupted, before things could get too confusing. “Now grab a drink and Vanessa grab a card.”
Groaning deeply as she tried to stand to move to the box the others watched her for a moment before she seemingly gave up. “Just slide one over will you?”
Sliding over a card Vanessa picked it up “It just says broken bone.” She said turning it around.
“Yeah so you can either take a drink, or tell us what your first broken bone was. Bit of a tame one to start with but they get way more…interesting.”
“Oh ok, I was Nine and I fell off a Donkey” Vanessa said putting the card down.
“A donkey, not a horse?” Julia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah my neighbour had one and I tried to ride it and well, it didn’t want to be.”
“Not the only thing you have tried to ride and it not wanting to be.” Lucy chimed in.
“What does that even mean?” Vanessa said blushing.
“Oh I don’t know, what about Luke in first year.” Lucy said, her smile only widening as Vanessa clearly understood what she was referring too.
“You can shut up now!” Vanessa shot back, eyeing her friend.
“Rejected!” Lucy said loudly.
“Well that wasn’t even a question but how about you have a go then, lets see what secrets we can unearth on you.” Vanessa countered, pointing to the box of cards.
“Fine, we don’t need a spinner, lets just go around.” Lucy said, taking out a card before sitting back on her chair. An embarrassed smile coming across her face as she turned around a card that simply read “sex”.
“Whheeyyy” Vanessa said slightly too enthusiastically as her eyes widened again, her hand flying between her legs. The conversation momentarily distracting her and she had almost paid the price, going off the look of panic creeping across her face.
“Do try not to wet yourself” Lucy joking shot back but they could all tell she had been moments away from doing just that. Crossing one leg over the other even tighter Vanessa shifted in her seat uncomfortably.
“Come on then.” Zara said, indicating for Lucy to explain herself.
“Well, I was 14”
“14!” Julia and Allie said loudly at the same time.
“What, loads of people were doing it at that age in my school.” Lucy tried to defend herself.
“Many of your friends been on that teenage parents tv show?” Zara joked.
“Well actually…. yes. As in not friends but people from my school.”
“Oh my god I was joking, but that is amazing.” Zara said. The group laughing and opening the next round of beers.
Over the next few hours the group went through almost all of the questions and almost all of the beer. It was safe to say that Eloise now knew more about her housemates than she had most other people in her life, and unfortunately they knew far more embarrassing things about her than she had ever told anyone else. She just couldn’t seem to help it, her housemates were just too good at prying things out of her, although she had to admit it felt good to find a group of friends she could trust not to hopefully do anything with the information.
Although just looking at them, it seemed Zara may have been right about them being too drunk to remember any of it. The girls in particular Summer and Lucy had been pounding back the beers, taking almost an entire crate by themselves at this point.
Although what had surprised her more was the quantity that Kay and Vanessa were drinking despite their bulging bladders. Kay in particular seemed to be throwing caution to the wind, almost keeping up with Summer and egging people on to drink more and more. Calling out people who didn’t have a drink in their hands from her seat, making Lucy and Zara hand them another.
“Hey Allie, can you pass me the soda please.” Eloise asked, pouring herself another and unwittingly noticing that almost half the bottle of brandy was gone. At least it wasn’t as strong as what she was use to in France.
“Sure thing Eloise.” Allie said smiling.
“Look at you too, thick as thieves over there with your fancy drinks.” An intoxicated Kay said in a mockingly playful way.
“What we are just being friendly, sheesh.” Allie joked back, handing over the soda.
“Oooh, Drink friends.” Lucy joked, a chorus of it going around the others leaving Eloise perplexed. A clear look of confusion on her face.
“Please tell me you have seen inbetweeners?” Zara asked, sitting up in her seat for the first time in a while.
“Inbetweeners?” Eloise asked.
“Sorry, im on their side.” Allie said smiling.
“Quint…quintisssss…..quintessential British comedy show that you have to see.” Summer said, slurring her words slightly.
“Oooh someone stop her drinks.” Lucy joked.
“Im fine, just a hard word when you are drunk. Not that I am!” Summer said, pointing an unsteady finger somewhere in the vicinity of Lucy.
“Looks like that wont be much of an issue anyway.” Julia said, upturning the last crate of beers. “Looks like we are out.”
“We are out of snacks too” Allie said, her hand grasping a number of empty crisp packets that lay on the kitchen worktop.
“Well this wont stand!” Summer said, standing quickly and teetering as the blood rushed out of it.
“That’s not the only thing.” Julia said, standing and helping Summer back into her seat.
“Ok, booze run, get your orders in now.” Lucy said, downing the rest of her bottle and getting to her feet.
“Ill come with you, I think I need the air” Allie said.
“Yeah, im coming too, need more snacks!” Vanessa and Zara joined in.
Taking their orders the group grabbed some flat shoes and their coats, making a slow amble towards the front door. Clunking behind them it left a slightly awkward silence with just the four of them sitting in the lounge that looked like a bomb had gone off in it.
Summer broke the silence by starting to giggle to herself for some reason.
“What’s so funny?” Julia asked
“I don’t know.” Summer said standing up and tipping remnants of one of her bottles into her waiting mouth.
“Oh no!” Summer said loudly, wobbling where she stood a hand flying to her stomach.
“What, are you?” Eloise asked, the blonde going deathly pale in an instant.
“I…I…Im going to be sick” She said, her eyes wide and the other hand shooting to her mouth. Turning she quickly ran towards the stairs, taking them too at a time and crashing into the shower rooms above them.
“I better go check on her.” Julia said after a few seconds, grabbing a cup of water and taking it up to Summer. Leaving just Eloise and the groaning Kay in the room.
From where she was sat Eloise was watching her attentively, the brunette tomboy rocking on the chair she hadn’t left for hours now. A hand deep in the pockets of her jogging bottoms and clearly holding herself as she let out short sharp breaths. Drawing in air through her nose and letting it out of her mouth, she looked almost as if she was mediating in some ways.
A few minutes passed as Eloise kept waiting for Julia to come back, unsure of what to say to Kay but unable to take her eyes off her and her giant bladder. Kay had been quiet for the last few hours, actively taking part in the game until her bladder seemingly made that impossible. The other trying to include her but only getting single word answers or her choosing to drink as a response. She was on the very edges of control, and the few braincells the beer had left her with were otherwise occupied.
“Oooh, no, no , no , no ,no” Kay muttered to herself as she rocked on the kitchen chair, the first thing she had said for almost 45 minutes. Her eyes were fixed on a point in front of her as she struggled for control. The night of heavy drinking making her quiver in desperation. Now with just her and Eloise in the room her heavy breathing, pants and groans were too loud for the French girl block out.
“OOOoffff” Kay groaned again as she pivoted her hips to apply more pressure on her hand that was gripping herself between her legs. The other joining it on the outside of her trousers, her short nails digging into the fabric of her trousers as she squeezed her legs tightly.
“I can…” Kay said breathlessly to no one.
“Just a little longer and….” Her brain tried again, unable to finish its sentences as her bloated and bulging bladder quivered inside her. Sweat was pouring off her brow now, her neck muscles twitching and taught as she grunted much louder this time.
“Ooofff fuck” she groaned hoarsely, her head tilting back and eyes scrunching closed. Eloise watched on, unable to look away as her own legs pressed against each other, her heart beating faster as she felt her body becoming hot. She was sure Kay was reaching her limits, limits she had seen her pass 12 hours ago when they were outside with Allie. The memories of Allies slow laboured accident unfolding in her mind, this time joined with Kay.
“No, no, no, no….”The woman in front of her panted, her body constantly shaking now.
“ooooOOOHHHFFF” Kay groaned again but this was the final moment as she finally lost control, her jogging bottoms darkening as a flood of pee hissed out of her. Overflowing the chair in an instant it created a noisy waterfall off onto the kitchen floor of it as Kay continued to breath heavily. Her hips starting to gyrate against the chair as she panted, almost thrusting forward causing wave after wave of her hot pee to fall from the chair, heavily splattering against the floor. The enormous bulge in her abdomen barely even shirking as the litres of pee burst out of her, she had pushed it hours longer than she had before. Pushing her limits to new hights as she had not only forced it to wait but ruthlessly filled it over the last few hours.
Continuing for almost 20 seconds Kay’s eyes were closed, her hips moving as she panted, only Eloise witnessing the display that was making her a little light headed. She had been denying what she had been feeling as she watched her friends get more and more desperate, but this intimate almost voyeuristic view of Kay wetting herself was too much. Her heart fluttered violently as her breath caught in her chest, eyes glued to the glistening crotch of her friend that continued press itself into the chair. The ocean of pee within Kay now flowing freely through the darkened and saturated cotton. It felt as if it was almost like her sexual awakening, a lightbulb turning on in her mind, she was into this and she could deny it no longer as she let out a quiet whimper.
Kay finally opened her eyes. The two of them accidently locking eyes and blushing madly, both caught out enjoying what was going on.
“Im sorry…” Eloise stuttered madly averting her gaze and staring at the floor, but even out of the corner of her vision she could see Kay’s puddle slowly advancing across the floor towards her.
“Oh god” Kay said again, her voice several octaves lower than normal. The loud splashing telling Eloise her hips were still moving. “I forgot how good this felt.” Kay announced, with no sense of embarrassment.
“I….uh” Eloise looked up, finding that Kay was still watching her.
“I thought so” Kay started, smiling broadly before her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment.
“don’t worry, you would be surprised…Surprised by how many people…Pee, people are into this, especially at this place…Just don’t get any ideas” Kay smiled for a moment before her body doubled over and caused her to visibly wince. Her overfilled bladder clearly still sending painful signals through her body even as it relaxed.
“I…really?” Eloise replied sheepishly. She hadn’t even considered it to be a thing someone could be into, but she couldn’t deny her own feelings on the matter.
Holding up two fingers as if to tell her to wait a minute Kay put her hand on her thigh. Leaning forwards she closed her eyes, the river of urine still flowing out of her and onto the floor beneath the thankfully wooden chair. She looked lost in her own world once again, the only sounds the hiss through her sodden underwear and the drumming of the streams onto the floor. For more than two minutes Eloise stood there, unsure of what to do but enjoying the sight of the red faced kay wetting herself.
Finally she finished, letting out a long sigh Kay shivered violently in her seat for a few moments. Opening her eyes she locked them with the awkward looking Eloise.
“Lets just not tell anyone about this though” She said breathlessly.
“Wont they notice the…”
“No, about the…enjoying it” Kay smiled, her face relaxed for the first time in days.
“But I thought you said…”
“Look a lot of people enjoy it, but its not really a talked about thing. Given the emphasis on holding at this university, enjoying losing control is probably as taboo as you can get around her.”
“Oh ok” Eloise said.
“But don’t get me wrong, I think a lot of people still enjoy it. But just don’t go around talking about it, and you can never know who does and doesn’t like it. Some people can be freaked out about it, I’m sure even yourself last week would have been if I had just squatted in the middle of the kitchen.”
“I…Yeah, thank you.” Eloise replied, still not quite able to look her friend in the eye after the intimate moment.
“No problem, but if I can stand, we should probably clean this mess up before it ruins the floor” Kay said smiling and looking down at the giant puddle she had created fondly.
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Chapter 7: Fit to burst.
A loud ring filled the office, the telephone only connecting to one other just like it. The woman’s hand waivered over it for a moment, she knew who this was.
“Hello sir” She answered.
“Hello, I assume you know why I am phoning.”
“Is it about my tests sir”
“Yes... I might have given you free reign over that school to run as you see fit, but you can not just cancel classes to fulfil your own experiments.”
“I understand sir, but if I may, you asked me to bring this establishment back to its former glory.”
“I did and I understand why you are performing these tests. But it is my and the boards wish that you do not compromise on the academic side. We are an educational establishment after all.”
“Yes sir I understand.”
“Good, so classes will resume?”
“Yes sir, I will arrange for them to start again.”
“Good” He finished before quickly hanging up.
Placing her phone back on the receiver she slammed her fist into the table in frustration. A knock on the door making her look up as her assistant walked into the room.
“What is it!”
“Mam, we have her.”
“The last one? I thought there were 3 left?”
“That was true yesterday morning, since then two more have finished the trial. Both record lengths and volumes for them and any other students.”
“Good, what about the Iron house holder who lost it early. With the new data where does she finish.”
“Despite losing it early, she was in the top 5 for volume” The woman said sliding across a portfolio to the desk.
“Interesting” picking up the portfolio the woman in the high back chair began browsing it. “Do you think she could hold more if given more time to acclimatise to her hold?”
“I do mam, in fact I think the signs are she could be one of the top 3 students.”
“Interesting” she said again.
“Do you want me to keep monitoring them throughout the year?”
“Yes, I think we should keep a close eye on them. They are some of the best I have ever seen.”
“What about the remaining participant?”
“I’ll handle her personally.”
Standing in the kitchen the following morning Eloise found herself alone despite not getting up particularly early. The silent house barely creaking as if the structure itself was aware of the fragile heads its occupants must have. After returning with more beer the drinking had seemingly intensified, with a few drunken comments being made about Kays accident. Most of it had been cleared up by the two of them by the time they had walked through the door. But the mop and bucket, kays flat stomach and her completely drenched clothes cluing in the others instantly. Her wet clothes joining Allies and summers in a pile next to the washing machine. The previous load Julia had put in with her own pee stained clothes still going around, the chain of accidents her household had suffered backing up the machine loads. The best holders in the university succumbing to the most basic of needs slowly but surely. Now there was just one, Vanessa was the final one of them maintaining dominion on her bladder. But judging by her frantic display last night Eloise wasn’t sure how much longer even the iron bladdered athlete could manage.
But to her surprise it was Vanessa that woke first, and even more surprising was what she was wearing. Walking into the kitchen it was Vanessas bloated bladder that came into vision first, the hulking mass passing through the doorframe before any other part of her housemate. Its quivering form now ruthlessly confined within an extremely tight pair of leggings, the elasticated material going white in some areas as the pink pigment was being pulled apart. A similar tank top barely fit over the top of her bladder, somehow pushing up her breasts even further as the already supportive material was pushed further up by her expanded abdomen.
“Morn…Morning” Vanessa groaned, outstretching her hand to the tap and steadying herself for a moment before filling up her water bottle.
“Mu, Morning” Eloise stuttered, watching Vanessas legs jiggle beneath her as the rush of the water came from the tap. Her face flustered and already sweating profusely, her skin shinny and pale.
“Are you going for a run?” Eloise asked incredulously.
“Yep” Vanessa added, grimacing as she wrenched the tap closed. Hoping that she could just do the same with her own bladder.
Eloise could feel her throat going dry, how could she possibly survive her run. She looked and sounded about ready to explode, although she had sounded that for over two days. Perhaps her bladder was limitless?
“You got plans?”
“Oh, I still need to take some photos for the society.” Eloise replied. She had been meaning to head out early this morning to get some silhouettes in the morning sunrise. But lasts night party and the now empty bottle of brandy had seen that idea off.
“You should go up on Lindon’s Hill, just behind the shopping area. Get some good views up there.” Vanessa suggested.
“Sure, thanks!” Eloise said. “You heading out now?”
“Yes.”
“Cool, well I guess I will join you. At least for the first 100 meters.” Eloise said grabbing her bag that she had under the table.
“I…ok” Vanessa said slightly nervously.
Leaving the house they quicky said their goodbyes as Vanessa put in her earphones and began to slowly and laboured jog up the road. Each footfall causing her to groan loudly and make Eloise wonder why she was torturing herself like this. The enormity of the task at hand, each footfall shaking her bladder visibly. She could barely think of what horrible pains and pulses were racing around Vanessa now.
Unable to look away she watched the pregnant looking woman awkwardly jog up the hill, huffing and puffing as she went. The ordinarily athletic and sprightly woman taking her time and moving at a similar pace to Eloise who watched on with interest. Almost walking into the road to maximise her time viewing her desperate friend.
Walking to the hill Vanessa had suggested she tried to shake the thoughts and visions of Vanessa losing control in her running gear from her mind. But it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, the last few days had completely destroyed her ability to concentrate on anything else. Even as she snapped shot after shot around the campus, she found herself trying to find a way of intercepting Vanessa to spend more time together. Her friends run usually taking about an hour and going past the coffee shop on her way home. Would she stop for one even in her current condition, if she did she wanted to be there.
Reaching the courtyard, she began to photograph the goings on of university life while keeping an eye open for her friend. After an hour and 20 minutes she was starting to give up hope, the desperate woman clearly too smart and full to add a coffee to the litres of consumed liquid. But then, just as she was giving up home a slow-moving Vanessa rounded the corner of one of the buildings. Her hand resting on her giant bladder as she walked towards her.
Giving a friendly wave she got a half-hearted one from Vanessa who really seemed to be suffering now. The run clearly not a good idea, although she had thought that before the heavily ladened woman took off.
“Hey, I’m just about done. Want a coffee?” Eloise offered.
“ooh, I…” Vanessa panted, her bladder heaving where she stood.
“I’m buying don’t worry. I owe you after that tip about the hill, it really is lovely up there.”
“I…sure” the darkhaired woman smiled, her lips quivering slightly as she accepted the offer of a coffee despite knowing all too well it was a bad idea.
Trying to contain her own excitement Eloise opened the door following Vanessa in. Walking in she was for some reason expecting to see Summer behind the counter, despite the fact she knew that she wasn’t working today.
“What do you fancy?”
“I’ll just have an Americano”
“Sure thing.” Eloise said cheerily as she walked up to order. “Hi can I have two Americano’s please”. She wasn’t a coffee drinker but she could feel the tiredness for last night still taking its toll so maybe this would help.
“Sure thing, are they to go?” The yong woman behind the counter asked.
“Yes please.”
“What size do you want, we have an offer on at the moment where a Venti is the same price as the tall.”
Eloise knew she should say no, she knew it was the right thing to do. But at the same time there it was, the voice in the back of her head telling her to do it. After all Vanessa could choose not to drink it all if she wanted, all she was doing was buying her friend a gift. How much of that gift she used was up to her.
“Sure thing, can I get an extra shot in each in that case.” Eloise said, the voice winning out.
Walking back over a few moments later she could already see the trepidation on Vanessas face as she saw the size of her coffee.
“We were lucky, they had a promotion on.” Eloise said handing her the coffee.
“Um…thanks” Vanessa smiled weakly as she sipped her coffee to show her appreciation.
The walk back to the house was pretty slow, now with one hand holding her coffee Vanessa was forced to move more slowly, her laboured steps more awkward and conscious decisions. The movement that comes unconsciously to everyone past the ages of about 2 now like solving a riddle for her. Each step separating her legs and momentarily opening her defences, her muscles straining for control as she ordered them to perform the same movement over and over again as they walked slowly along.
Approaching their house they could see two figures slowly walking towards them. It seemed like Zara and Summer had finally woken up.
“Hey guys, we are heading out for some lunch. You two should totally join us!” Summer said enthusiastically, apparently fine despite the nights drinking. She had polished off far more bottles than Zara but it was the slim gymnast that looked to be the worse off for it. Her slightly bedraggled hair and dark rings under her eyes typical of a hangover.
“Yeah sure that would be nice. Im sure you have worked up an appetite after your run.” Eloise said, taking charge of the situation and trying to give her a reason to spend more time with her again.
“I….” Vanessa started.
“Where are you going?” Eloise asked
“Just to the dog and bone for some greasy food to fight this hangover.” Zara said groggily.
“Sure sounds good.” Eloise answered and soon the group were moving off together, vanessa just a pace behind them as she did her best to follow at the same pace.
“No outside drinks sorry.” The man behind the counter said as they walked in. Elloise and Vanessa still holding their coffee cups.
“Sorry” Eloise said, finishing off hers and holding out a hand for Vanessas. Expecting her to hand it over so they could put them in the bin. But it seemed Vanessa still had some reserves of confidence as she drained the last few mouthfuls and then handed Eloise an empty cup.
Chucking them in the nearby bin the found themselves a large table, Vanessa groaning loudly as she sat. A number of the other patrons looking at her as she did so, her restrictive running clothes now cutting even deeper into her flesh and applying more pressure as she bent over in her seat. The absolutely massive bulge pressing into the table from the unmoving benches present in the booth they had chosen. Her bladder now so large the ordinarily thin woman barely fit into the pubs seating.
“I’ll order if everyone knows what they want?”
“Cooked breakfast, large.” Zara said, gently resting the cold glass vinegar bottle against her temple.
“Same” Eloise added, she wasn’t too hungry but she had always loved it when her dad had made them back home.
“Sounds good” Vanessa said breathlessly, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily even when sat down.
“That makes it easier, any drinks?” Summer asked, standing up and taking a note of the table number. Eloise shook her head, the tea it came with more than enough for her, while the others opted for a large orange juice each.
Remarkably quickly the table was covered in the three meat and one vegan breakfasts. The large plates surrounded by four large pots of tea and 3 orange juices. Vanessas face a picture of concern as the tea was unloaded, apparently, she had forgotten about them when she had placed the order for another drink and was regretting it.
Due to the night of drinking it seemed Summer and Zara really had just come out to eat. Neither of them wasting a second before digging into their mountains of food. Conversation put on hold as everyone ate at surprising speed. Except for Vanessa who had started out using both hands but had to quickly abandon that plan. Instead her left hand was pressing deeply into her crotch while she used her fork in her right. Turning it on its side to cut through her food instead of using the knife and releasing her grip on her crotch. Soft moans constantly escaping her mouth as she sat there, writhing with desperation. The pot of hot tea and pint of orange juice looking like they were going down as nails. The liquid flowing into her already at capacity body with a grimace and flinch with each mouthful.
Soon the plates were empty once again, the remnants of beans and tomato sauce mopped up with the slices of toast as they all sat back satisfied. It seemed that even for a moment Vanessa had forgotten her need slightly, leaning back but yelping as she accidently pushed her bladder upwards and into one of the sharp edges of the table struts. Both hands instantly flying between her legs as new external pain joined in with the bolts of it shooting through her insides.
Knowing looks passed between the others as they all knew what she was feeling, many of them having gone through the same thing this week. Although none had lasted this long or looked anywhere as full, only Lucy had such a round bulge as Vanessa was sporting right now.
“I think I need a lie down” Vanessa stuttered, the joke coming out as more of a plea for help. But the others could agree with her, the food sitting heavily in their stomachs and making even summer feel lethargic. But draining the last from their teapots the group made a move, Eloise quickly learning that she didn’t need to tip here unlike some of the other countries she had lived in.
“Ughh, I think I will join you in that lie down.” Zara said, stretching as she kicked off her shoes arriving back at home.
“What are you on about, we should probably leave soon.” Kay said, her head poking out of her room.
“For what?” Eloise asked.
“Don’t tell me you all forgot, it’s the back to the future marathon at the cinema.” Kay said, her arms folding across her chest.
“Im sorry, im not sure im feeling up to it” Vanessa said, her lips pursing and swallowing hard.
“No, no one is backing out, ive already got you all tickets since you all agreed!” She said, seemingly standing taller to be more authoritative.
“But I…” Vanessa
“Ah, ah, ah. Get your shoes, the rest of us are ready.”
Feeling her bladder already filling after the mornings drinks Eloise knew she should use her toilet now. But with the rest of them standing outside her room in the coridoor she felt uncomfortably awkward in doing so. But even as she tried to put it to the back of her mind she couldn’t manage it.
“I’ll be right back, need to put my stuff away.” She said, her cheeks blushing a little.
Walking into her room she closed the door behind her, still worried they would be able to hear it. Looking around she grabbed the duvet off her bed and put it near the gap under the door, her paranoid mind taking over and hoping it would block some of the sound for some reason. Closing the second bathroom door behind her she was about to sit when she realised they might hear the stream hitting the water. Shivering slightly as her bare skin made contact with the cold toilet she positioned herself at and angle and did her best to release her stream in a controlled, slow and quiet manner. Her muscles burning slightly as she forced them to remain partially closed. But after a few seconds the seemed to get the idea and a surprisingly long stream left her for almost a minute, making her doubly glad she had decided to go now.
“Alright guys, im ready to go” Eloise said happily, feeling much more relaxed and happy to see none of them seemed to have noticed anything.
The line for the small theatre was massive, the weekends showings completely sold out to the students who had nothing better to do since classes were cancelled. Standing in line Eloise couldn’t keep her eyes of Vanessa as she visibly pulsed where she stood. Her upper torso dancing to unheard music as she crossed, uncrossed and crossed her legs again and again. 30 minutes later they had made it into the building, the group making small talk while they waited. But all eyes including Eloise’s and several of the bystanders were watching the obviously desperate woman in their group.
“You get the tickets ill get the snacks”, Eloise offered, conscious of the time they had to get into the theatre before the film started.
“Ill join you and help carry them.” Kay said with Allie following as well.
“Everyone ok with coke?” Eloise asked as she turned towards the confectionary counters and getting nods of approval, she headed in.
“How can I help?” The teenage girl behind the counter asked, looking already exhausted after the mid-day rush.
“Yeah sure can I get 8…” Eloise said before realising that she hadn’t actually thought of what to get. Looking up she quickly browsed the stall, her eyes lighting up when she spotted the back to the future deal.
“8 Back to the future combo’s” she finished, the woman totalling it up the bill and handing over the novelty Doc Brown collectable glasses. Next came the 8 large popcorn’s and then finally the 8 giant cups, each holding well over a liquid at 32 oz.
“Don’t you think those are a little big?” Allie pointed out.
“I mean its three films that’s like 6 hours right?” Eloise explained as she grabbed a couple of each of the combos, her arms full.
“Good point, probably save us in the long run!” Allie and Kay agreed enthusiastically, grabbing the rest and carrying them back to the group.
“These should see us through” Allie said half jokingly as she lumped the supplies into each of the others hands.
“And here is yours” kay said as she pressed the extra-large drink into Vanessa’s hands, the colour seeming to fall out of her face as she accepted it. Her brain wavering and telling her to say something, but her mouth opened with no words escaping it. Her other hand that was between her legs forced to leave the warm recesses of her quivering crotch and grab the popcorn.
Handing over their tickets the group sided into their row of seats, Vanessa grunting with each sideways step that caused her legs to separate more than they had in days. Taking her seat she let out a longer moan, her giant bladder troubling her greatly as it overflowed her body and now spilled onto her lap. The slightly angled seats amplifying her stature as they forced her to lean forwards slightly.
Settling into their seats they had arrived just in time, the lights dimming and the first advert starting. It had been a while since Eloise had seen a movie in a theatre and she found herself far more excited than she had thought she would. Unable to stop smiling as the Universal pictures’ logo appeared, sipping from her drink she sat back and was ready to enjoy the film.
97 minutes later the lights came back up, the first film just as good as they had all remembered. There had been some films that watching them back hadn’t lived up to her childhood memories but this was not one of them. Grabbing the large drink she sipped from the straw, realising that as she only got air she had somehow finished it all. Although given the fact the large cups didn’t fit in the holders and she had been forced to hold it the entire film it was no surprise. But what was a surprise was that it appeared Vanessa and all of the others had too. The lights showing through the thin carboard and revealing a tiny amount left in each of the cups. The volume of liquid already filling her bladder quickly, she could only imagine the impact it must have been having on the still holding Vanessa given she was clearly already at her limit.
“Oh man, I love that film!” Kay said excitedly, her love of movies really coming through as she seemed to be in her element. “But I think I might need a refill” she added, shaking her cup.
“How have you eaten all the popcorn?” Summer joked, the sticky container resting on the ground now there was nothing in it to risk being kicked over.
“What, I was hungry” Kay defended herself. “But it has made me really thirsty.” She said standing.
Eloise knew this was her moment, the angel and devil in her minds battling over it once again as she contemplated getting Vanessa another of the large drinks. She was enthralled, fascinated by the sheer force of will and holding capabilities of her housemate. How could one personal hold so much, would she be able to hold anything close to her by the end of her time at university, how much more could Vanessa take? A million questions raced around her mind once again, but this time she could feel the devil winning as she strived to find an answer. Just as it had forced her hand and not told Lucy about her drink being dosed, the familiar feeling came over her, almost giddy with excitement.
“They are free refills for the whole day. Why don’t we go and get everyone a refill before the next film starts in 10 minutes.” Eloise said, standing slightly to quickly.
Grabbing the now empty cups from her friends she could see the reluctance in the eyes of Vanessa, she could clearly handle no more. She was full, completely and absolutely full, and yet with a shaky hand she held up her cup to be refilled. Unable to refuse the drink for her pride, confidence or some other reason.
But as Eloise replaced it a few minutes later with another full cup both knew this could be the end for her. The quiet moans and pulsing of her body now constant and torturous for the sweating woman. The only saving grace in the warm theatre the fact she was still wearing her tight spandex but moisture wicking clothes. They had gotten more than a few looks from people in the lobby, many in their back to the future costumes. But it was unsurprising given how she was acting, thankfully her moans and whimpers didn’t seem to be distracting those around them.
However, it was not Vanessa’s bladder troubles that were starting to worry Eloise as the second film started. It was her own, even in the short time since the movie had ended her need seemed to be going up at a breakneck pace. The large caffeinated drink flowing through her stomach and filling her bladder at a worrying pace. By the halfway point she couldn’t help but jostle her tightly crossed legs as the pressure within her bladder increased in leaps and bounds, the second large drink half finished and now sitting on the floor as to not tempt her.
Glad for the dark surrounding she pressed a hand between her legs, glad for the extra support but she was really starting to worry now. Digging her nails into the arm rest she felt her bladder cramp inside her, a combination of the fizzy drinks and sheer quantity increasing the discomfort she was feeling. While in other days she had been pushing herself, the desire to increase her capabilities of holding strong. As she eyed the half empty cup resting next to her fidgeting feet she already knew that she had drunk too much to be able to hold this amount. She had to pee, and she had to pee soon.
Sitting their restlessly she tried to hold out for the end of the film, but 5 minutes was all it took for her desperation to go from an uncomfortable 8 to a desperate 9. The Coke surging into her bladder that now ached terribly. She couldn’t hold it, she had to get to a bathroom now!
Standing gingerly she felt the weight of her bladder shift uncomfortably inside her, a spasm of her muscles causing her thighs to slam together as she felt her muscles tremble. Excusing herself she shuffled out, ignoring the weird looks from her friends. Slowly walking out into the lobby she could feel the seconds of control she had left slipping, making her increase her pace as the true urgency of the situation made itself known.
Power walking she thrust a hand between her legs as she walked through campus towards her one salvation, the house. Red faced she couldn’t help but blush as she gripped herself through her trousers. Pausing for a moment she doubled over, waiting for the crossing to turn green and allow her to pass. Marching on the spot she contemplated just making a run for it, but thankfully she noticed it start to turn and the cars stopping. Their occupants watching her desperate dash across the road with renewed speed, almost running at this point as she felt her whole body shaking with need. Each step sending shockwaves through her bloated bladder, filled so tightly with coke. The method of her fascination with pushing Vanessa to her limits coming back to bite her, why did she have to drink so much as well! In a way she couldn’t help but feel she in some way deserved this, but she wasn’t about to give in now.
Rounding the corner next to the house she felt her muscles give up for just a moment, stopping where she stood, she clenched all her muscles rhythmically. A deep burning sensation between her legs making her unsure if she had leaked or it was just her muscles. Either way she couldn’t just stand here, so once again she began but this time she did run.
Half sprinting she could feel each layer of her defences peeling back like a high security vault, but she knew she was done for either way. Grabbing the door handle it clicked loudly as she barged it open, sliding on the mat she felt a distinct wetness between her legs for a just a moment.
Throwing herself through her room she all but launched herself into the bathroom, her trousers around her ankles before she had even crossed the threshold of the small room. Pivoting in a half crouch she could already feel her body starting to release, but with not a moment to spare she landed safely on the toilet. A sudden burst of piss erupting out of her, the relief causing her toes to curl in her shoes as she moaned loudly. Her pent-up pee shooting noisily into the bowl as she breathed heavily, it had been close…to close.
Looking down she could see a distinct wet patch on the crotch of her pink panties, she had made it but only by a matter of seconds. Luckily as she inspected her jeans it seemed they had remained dry, just about.
Finishing her pee Eloise couldn’t help but sit there, relaxed and enjoying the sensation of being empty. But at the same time, her mind went back to Vanessa and imagining what she must be going through. Taking off her shoes she quickly undressed, changing her damp underwear that she ashamedly balled up and threw in the bottom of her laundry hamper. Grabbing a new pair she vouched not to let it get to that state again and began to make her way back up to the cinema, hoping to be back in time for the third film.
Sliding back into their row of seats she had arrived at the interval, the lights were back up and she could see the room. While it made getting to her seat easier it did mean it was all but impossible to sneak back to her seat.
“Everything alright?” Summer asked, as she stood to let her past.
“Yeah sorry, forgot my mum was going to call me.” Eloise lied, hoping her blushing cheeks were not a dead give away. But it seemed that she had accepted the explanation as she continued moving down the line.
Sighing as she sat back in her chair she certainly felt much more relaxed, the dance with her accident tiring her out a surprising amount. But hearing a loud groan from her left a shot of adrenaline seemed to surge through her body as she looked over towards Vanessa expectantly.
“You ok?” Allie asked, the last deep groan sounding far more desperate than the last.
“I…think I might head back guys.” Vanessa said, her eyes fluttering a little.
“Come on its just one more film.” Kay said indignantly.
“Im just a little hungry” Vanessa said, smiling awkwardly.
“Why don’t we go out as a house for dinner afterwards? That pub we went too had some nice looking options.” Zara suggested.
Vanessa looked at the others for a moment, the torment of more holding clearly playing on her mind. She was stuck between a rock and a wet place at this point, pursing her lips she nodded reluctantly.
“But I am going to get a refill of popcorn, I’ll go get us all some more drinks too.” Allie said, standing and waving Kay to come with her to help.
“Pass your cups down.” Kay said, holding out her hand.
“Its ok, I still have some of mine since I left” Eloise said, happy to be out of another round of the giant drinks.
“Ok, Vanessa?” Kay said looking at the woman next to her.
“I….” Vanessa said breathlessly as she tried to come up with an excuse.
“Oh never mind, its right here.” Kay said, picking up the empty cup from next to Vanessas pretzeled legs. “Be right back.”
Throughout the next film Eloise could hear something over the loud base filled audio coming from the speakers. An insistent heavy breathing from her left intermingled with increasingly frequent groans was a little distracting to say the least. Unable to focus on the film she was constantly stealing glances at her housemate as the battle within Vanessa seemed to intensify. The once again empty drink laying on its side but allowing one of her hands to grip between her legs as the other held onto the seat ahead of her. Unlike everyone else that was relaxed and leaning back it seemed she had chosen to lean forwards, her hand bracing herself against the row Infront as she pulsed, rocked and bobbed in her seat. But despite her outward appearance she held on, making it through the third film.
“Man I love those films.” Kay said, stretching her arms wide before standing.
“Guys…I…Don’t think I can do this.” Vanessa said, her voice surprisingly calm but her eyes full of panic.
“What do you mean?” Allie asked.
“I cant, hold it” Vanessa whimpered, her voice cracking this time.
“Yes you can!” Zara said supportively.
“You are the last one left, probably in the whole university!” Kay replied.
“But…” Vanessa breathed heavily, wincing as pain raced through her body.
“You are the strongest person I know. You can do this!”
“I….” Vanessa said again, her body convulsing slightly.
“Holy shit guys!” Lucy said from behind them, her eyes glued to her phone that she had just turned back on.
“Classes are back on tomorrow!” She said, looking up at them all.
“Wait, that means you can totally do it Vanessa.” Summer said
“Its just a little longer. Come on, you can beat this.” Kay added.
“Tomorrow…Tomorrow…Just a bit longer” Vanessa panted, her wavering hand outstretching and legs helping her stand. A loud grunt reverberating from her chest as she forced her muscles to obey her. A new fire in her eyes as she could finally see the finish line!
That night Eloise was once again unable to sleep, tossing and turning as Vanessas grunts and pacing footsteps above her made their way through the silent house and into her mind. The desperate woman clearly unable to sleep as she battled with her body.
Eloise had been worried about missing out on her final hours, but it seemed that only U-Block had been deemed safe. This had lead to a number of room shortages and timetabling conflicts, so much to her surprise and happiness she, Vanessa, Summer and Julia would all share their first class together in the morning. Giving her the perfect reason to go up to the University with them all. Turning over again she heard her alarm go off, was it morning already! She hadn’t slept a wink, but felt more awake and alert than she had in days.
“How are you doing?” Eloise asked as she walked into the kitchen, spotting the even more desperate looking woman writhing in the kitchen. Her easily pregnant looking stomach full of so much liquid it bulged preposterously. The unreal looking bulge formed of days of liquid and held back by the shredded remains of her self control.
“I…I….I…cant do this” Vanessa stammers, her body quaking in desperation.
“Come on, you can do it. Its just a little longer, you have held out so long. You have beaten everyone else you can survive this!”
“I…I’ve never had to go this bad in my life. I don’t even know what is happening any more. I…I just cant anymore!” she all but yelled in the room.
“We can go in early, you just need to hold it like 30 more minutes. Just think about it, the only one to survive the outage!” But looking at her she could see why she was so demanding that she could hold it not one moment more. Her giant bulging body was quivering with every second as her inflated bladder continued stretching her to its absolute limits and clearly driving her mad with desperation.
“Mmmmmm” Vanessa moaned, her hands all but rubbing against her private areas as she continued to groan, the gaps between the pulses spasms and shockwaves it was sending and had been sending for days at this point now measured in seconds not minutes.
“You guys ready for the first day of a new year?” Julia asked cheerfully as she entered the room. Pouring out a dozen energy drink cans from her bag after a late night study session last night. Refilling her water bottle Eloise couldn’t help but notice that even she had a slight bulge in her abdomen. Not a shock given the quantity of cans she had been drinking and thinking about it most of them had gone several days since their accidents. Maybe it wouldn’t be just Vanessa making a made dash for the ladies room after all.
As if on cue they were joined by Summer, dressed in a tight white summer dress and knee-high socks she looked more ready for a day in the sun than a lecture. But she too had a noticeable bulge, her legs gently resting against each other as she stood near the doorway. But none of them compared to Vanessa.
“Ok im ready!” She said, still looking a little tired.
“I can do this.” Vanessa grunted “But we have to go now, im ab..about…to piss myself.” She stuttered as she visibly winced while standing. Air hissing out between her clenched teeth as she heaved herself into the air, a hand pressing into her back.
Grabbing their things the group hastily made their way up to the university, Vanessa managing an impressive turn of speed given her condition. A speed that only seemed to increase the closer they got, grabbing the handles to the uni rooms she was relieved to see them open. The keypad light turning green as she wrenched the doors open, with no other thought than finding the toilets.
“Ah, you three, four. Just the people I was looking for.”
“Mrs Johnson!” Julia said surprised as they came face to face with their school master.
“Would you mind coming with me.” The smartly dressed woman said, the sentence more of a command that a question. Looking around Eloise could see Vanessa die a little inside as her relief was delayed yet again.
Walking into the office it had been transformed from the shady dim room it was before into a bright and almost welcoming old space.
“Please, take a seat.” Mrs Johnson said, the group filing in and grabbing one of the wooden chairs situated in front of the desk.
“I have something I meant to ask you all, but thought it would be better to do it in person. But first, where are my manners.” She said, walking over and grabbing a steaming tea pot from the small table to their left. Placing it on the desk she began to pour four small cups of the liquid and handing them out.
“So it is tradition for us to hold an annual industry meet and greet with last years graduates each year. It gives the top students that have left us a chance to talk and mingle with some of the best and most influential people in our sector. But this year we have decided to include you three, sorry four as added guests. You have all proven yourselves extremely capable and would like you to represent our current students at the event if you wouldn’t mind.”
“That would be amazing!” Julia said excitedly before checking herself. “Sorry, I mean it would be a privilege” she replied while taking a sip from her tea.
Eloise couldn’t help but feel a little like a fourth wheel here by circumstance rather than merit, but it would certainly be a good learning experience. Sipping her tea she had to bite her tongue slightly to stop herself reacting. The black tea far more bitter than she was use to, yet it was a familiar bitterness that she couldn’t quite place.
“But what about classes?” Summer asked, herself seemingly enjoying the strong herbal blend of whatever was in the tea pot and drinking It happily.
“Oh no worries there, its not scheduled until this afternoon. I will have a car ready to take you to the event once your lessons are over.” She said smiling, refilling Summers cup which she had emptied.
“What do we need to do?” Julia asked.
“Oh nothing really. Simply go there speak to people and see if anything piques your interest. Its as much for you as it is the university, its good for us to get our students out there and have a presence in the biggest companies. Several of our best graduates have been hired soon after these events so it’s a good opportunity to make a good impression for yourself and the university. There is a panel with our alumni that I would like you to take part in though, simply a Q and A sort of thing, assuming you want too?”
“Yes!” Julia jumped at the chance. The others simply nodding.
“Sure thing, now Eloise I know you are just a first year. But I thought it would be good to send along a new student to see what you thought about it. But it could be a good experience for you too, see what areas of the industry you might want to go into for example.”
“Yes mam” Eloise nodded.
“Good, now I did just want to go through a couple of things so that we are all one the same page.”
20 long minutes later they had all been briefed by her about the school and what to say at certain topics. The friendly good for you atmosphere replaced by a serious and important one of them having a job to do. It seemed there was a lot riding on this event, for Mrs Johnson and the university in general.
“Right then, I better let you get to class. I will make sure that the car is ready to pick you up once your classes have finished. Please make sure to be ready, punctuality is always important at these events and I don’t want them to have to wait for our students.” She finished, standing and indicating for them to do the same.
Groaning as she stood Mrs Johnson looked at Vanessa wearily. “Everything ok Vanessa?”
“Yes mam” She said breathlessly, a forced smile appearing on her flushed face.
“Good, now enjoy your first class.”
Walking down the corridor they hurried along, their class starting in just one minute. A longing and desperate look towards the ladies’ room from Vanessa showing she was more than contemplating dashing in, but panting slightly she forced her legs to carry on past it and into the lecture room. Maybe they would have a break, or she could find some other way of excusing herself.
The large room itself was filled with a couple of hundred students, many grouped together already. Finding unoccupied chairs, the housemates grabbed a number of desks near the back of the room. The young-looking lecturer at the front currently shuffling some papers on the front desk before clearing her throat and starting the session. They had arrived without a moment to spare, not that Vanessa seemed to be happy about her own punctuality.
“ladies, welcome back to my classes or hello for the first time.” The Lecturer smiled, her teeth perfect and shinning as she warmly welcomed them.
“Now, I thought it would be fun to start the year with a little practical. It will also have some down time so you can get to know some of the newer students” she said, her hand indicating to the number of first years.
“Thank god.” Vanessa muttered quietly beside Eloise. Her crossed legs going back to jigging furiously beneath the desks, something she had been fighting herself from doing in the dean’s office.
“So, some theory before the fun. In 2011 a scientist from the Netherlands linked the fullness of one’s bladder to the ability to make better rational decisions. A thought that is largely at odds with how many of us feel when we have a strong urge, you would expect the irritability to cause bad choices. But in their studies, they found that people already suppressing an impulse, the impulse to pee, were fundamentally better at making other choices where impulse was important. The outcome of their research suggesting that the areas of the brain needed to resolve one could be linked to the other.
“Oh god…” Vanessa said softly, her brain already seeing where this “practical” was going.
“So, today we are going to do something similar. We are going to test the impacts of a full bladder on academic test scores. These general science tests will also serve as a starting grade for your year with me so its not just a case of not trying. I expect you all to do your best, but due to the nature of these examinations you will not be able to leave the room until both sets are complete.”
“Oh God!” Vanessa whimpered again, her voice far shaky as she was once again delayed but this time in the worst possible way. Her hold increasing in length substantially at this point, the mere seconds away she had been twice already taunting her mind. Biting her lip her legs went into overdrive, the vibrations shaking the desk Eloise was sharing with her.
“Now, because we have several years all in one class room we are going to have to modify the tests according to each of your bladder holding capabilities. It would be unfair to give the first years enough to make a dent in a third year, and not really worth it to do the opposite. As such, First years will be given 2 litres, second years 3.5L and 5L for third years. You will have two hours to drink the isotopically balanced drink during the first test. This will be followed by a 30-minute break for first years, an hour for second years and two hours for you third years. Then you will carry out the second two-hour test. You will be free to go once you complete the second test, but until then you must remain in the room.
Even Eloise’s eyes went wide as she explained everything, they sure were not easing people into it. She would have to down 2 litres and hold it for Four and a half hours! Could she do that, but more importantly could Vanessa hold 5 more litres. The sweating and panting third year about to be truly pushed far, far beyond her limits.
Less than four hours later Eloise hobbled out of the room, her legs and muscles quivering as she fought for control. It had been humiliating to be the first of them to leave, she couldn’t even remember the last few questions from the test that she had blitzed through. Despite trying to measure their ability to do tasks while desperate, she just couldn’t hold on any longer and as bad as it had been to walk out like this, it was better than the alternative. Her underwear was already damp for the second time in as many days, standing up and the walking to the front too much for her muscles. She hadn’t considered herself to be a leaker, but if recent events were anything to go on she might have to start worrying about it.
Urging herself forwards she found her way into the ladies room, silently glad to be the first out so there wasn’t a que. Opening the stall she breathed a sigh of relief as she let the ocean inside her empty out into the toilet below her. What was she going to do at the end of term if this was as much as she could hold. Would she be forced to take the remedial classes that Allie had talked about?
Finding a seat in the hall she got out her phone, trying to find something to pass the time until her friends were out. The group of super holders surely able to keep control of themselves of their test scores. But worrying for Eloise as she watched the last of the first years desperately scurry for the bathroom after finishing their tests properly, she could already feel her own bladder filling considerably again. Something that happened a further two times over the next two and a half hours, what had she done to herself. Was it something to do with her holding too much, maybe it was something to do with the Isotonic drink they had just forced her to drink. Either way as she peed for the third time that morning, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried for her future at this university if this was what the first day was like. Taking her seat back in the hall Eloise sank into the uncomfortably hard chair and waited for the others.
She didn’t have to wait long, the third years all walking out together after finishing their test with no real effort for most of them. But as she looked towards her friends it was a totally different story, each of them looked incredibly uncomfortable as their bladders once again bulged out of their skin. The five litres and days without relief pushing them all back to the bitter edge of control once again. But none of them compared even slightly to the state of Vanessa. Her enormous bladder so full it was barely recognisable as one, jutting out of her far more than anyone’s should do. The hemline of her leggings now below the ocean of pee inside her, compressed beneath the mass of liquid which hung over them precariously.
“Ladies Where have you been?” Dean Johnson said as she hurried down the corridor towards them, her heels loudly clacking off the surface “The event starts in an hour, you need to get going now otherwise you will be late.”
“B, But…” Vanessa pleaded, the others looking on nervously both for their friend and their own clearly full bladders. The bathroom just a few feet away, but a long que forming out of the door as another class of first years had finished up just before they had emerged. There was no way they could make it to the event in time if they waited, but would they even make it to the event without exploding?
“The journey takes about an hour, im not even sure if you will make it on time if you leave right now. Better not keep them waiting any longer you cant afford to be late.” The dean reaffirmed again as as almost physically pushed the group towards the exit next to her office. The side door offering good access to the staff parking where a large black car was waiting for them.
Bundling in all three of them let out varying degrees of groans as they sat. A loud cracking noise sounding in the car as the elastic of Vanessas leggings finally gave up the ghost and disintegrated around her giant bladder. The ordinarily strong material torn to tatters by her expanded abdomen and the pressure it was generating.
Despite only taking an hour to get to the event, Eloise had begun to fidget in the back of the car as she joined the others in needing the use of a bathroom once again. The fact worrying her greatly, she knew she had drunk a lot in the lesson but surely it had all come out now? Had she waited too long, had she damaged something by trying to hold too much too soon at the cinema yesterday?
Stepping out of the car she blinked in the sunlight, her thighs rubbing together for a few moments before she started towards the large white brick building that lay ahead of them. The large hall surrounded by a number of expensive cars and people milling around. Large signs advertised the many products and services that those in attendance today offered, some of the largest brands in the world were here!
“Right this way please” A young woman with a clip board said to their side. “The talk is about to begin I’m afraid we are already a couple of minutes behind schedule.”
Looking at each other for a moment they followed the ponytailed woman inside the building, being led to a large double door as they all tried to put their desperation to the back of their minds. It was supposed to be a two hour talk and Eloise was quickly starting to worry about having to admit her need in a packed room full of experts on the matter. Her classmates and fellow students had been one thing but this would be something else.
“I’m sorry, it’s just those three.” She said, holding up a hand to stop Eloise.
“What?” Eloise asked confused.
“I’m afraid its Miss Vanessa, Julia and Summer that have been asked to take part as final year students. You will have to take a seat in the auditorium, just head down their and through those doors on the left.” The woman said.
“Oh, ok” Eloise said slightly dejectedly.
“Hey, we will see you after.” Summer said smiling at her, the blonde’s legs shifting where she stood.
“Sure thing.” Eloise smiled back, leaving the three of them too it and taking a seat near the rear of the auditorium just as the talk began.
The talk itself was actually quite interesting, the various alumni talking about their graduate placements and how they got into the industry. But Eloise could tell many were watching her three friends at the end of the line of students. Summer and Julia clearly embarrassed and red faced while they tried and failed to control their squirming. Strangely it was Vanessa who seemed in the most control as she sat there looking like a blimp, her face sweating and wincing as her bloated and bulging body twitched. Her tormented bladder sending signal after signal for more than a week to empty itself, but still the deathly proud or stubborn owner of it held on and other than the gentle rocking of her body she was still. Although she was clearly struggling as she stared off at a point on the horizon, completely not registering anything that was going on around her. Thankfully it seemed the questions were aimed at the three of them in general and as such the other two fielded most of the questions.
But that became more of an issue as time wore on, entering the second hour is was clear that Julia and Summer were struggling more and more. Summers crossed legs bouncing as she gently placed her hands folded on her lap. Her deep Blue eyes and pink metallic painted lips quivering in unison a she bit them, her beaming white teeth now covered in pinkish marks from her lipstick. Sweat forming on her and Julia’s forehead as they tried to remain composed as the pressure within them mounted.
In the crowd a similar sensation was filling Eloise with dread, her own bladder filling once more although thankfully slower this time. Even so, with 10 minutes to go she was once again forced to excuse herself. It wasn’t as bad as it had been in the lecture, but if she had done something to herself she knew she had to be smart and start taking any and all opportunities to save her graces.
Sneaking out from the back of the large room she made her way to the ladies’ room the others had spotted before. Entering a cubicle, she sat and let her body relax once more, yawning as the lack of sleep took its tool on her. Smacking her lips she tasted the weirdly familiar bitter tea, but as she sat there her brain finally connected the two memories. It was the beer! The diuretic ladened beer she had drunk almost two weeks ago and that had spelt disaster for Lucy, the first of them to loose it so long ago. But wait, that couldn’t be right could it? Surely the dean wasn’t dosing her students with potent diuretics? But it would explain how she had felt today, the repeated bathroom trips after the tea and litres of water. The only question remaining was why, why would she do it.
Finishing up and still confused by the revelation Eloise made her way to the corridor, seeing that the talk was finally ending. Going back to the door she had been turned away from she waited for her friends to emerge. Should she tell them, but what if she was wrong. There really wasn’t much to go on.
The door in front of them opened, a member of staff holding it open for the guests.
Grunting and clutching herself Vanessa waddled out of the room, Eloise had thought it impossible for her to look any bigger and yet every time she looked it seemed as if the poor woman had grown even more. Her bladder inflating like a water balloon, possibly due to the effects of the diuretic that had broken their friend more than a week earlier.
“Toilet, Toilet, Toilet, Toilet” Summer muttered loudly as she almost raced past Vanessa, heading directly towards the ladies room. A slow moving Julia holding herself but following in the same direction as they sought their much needed relief.
“Well, I think that went well. Don’t you think.” A familiar voice sounded behind them. The dean of their University coming out of one of the audience doors. She must have snuck in unnoticed near the end.
“Yes mam” Julia said, pressing her legs together tightly and trying to put on a professional demeanour.
“Im sorry, I…” Summer started
“I’ve got some people I would like you to meet” Mrs Johnson said ignoring the pleas of Summer and the obvious shows of absolute desperation all three were putting on.
“I…” Summer tried again.
“Right this way, they are the leads on the Darrius project that…Aren’t you coming?” She asked clearly annoyed.
“Bu…hu…hu” Vanessa stammered, her eyes fluttering and going into the back of her head for a moment. Her entire body shaking as she stood there, half stooped as her absolutely enormous bladder forced her to stand with an unnatural stance. Taking another longing look at the bathroom and then back at the unimpressed dean of her University she shook again before turning to follow.
“I…” Summer said, her tone of voice several octaves higher as she pitched one thigh into the other before relenting and following. Her knees knocking as she walked and causing her white skirt to flutter.
“These are Kim and Tony” she said indicating to a pair of casually dressed twins, the two women smiling at them.
“I would like to introduce some of our top students” She said the two groups exchanging awkward handshakes.
As they talked Eloise could see Summers nervous glances towards the bathroom, her knees continuing to hit into each other as she stood still, trying her best to listen to the apparently important women. Vanessa however could not have looked more zoned out, her matted hair sticking to her sweaty face as she continued to groan quietly, swallowing hard and teetering slightly where she stood. Her condition getting more than a fair share of concerned glances from the pair of women she was being introduced too. Yet they said and did nothing to help her. Julia was doing most of the talking, her stocking clad legs gently rasping against each other, the noise of the nylon just audible over the idle chit chat going on in the room.
“Anyway, we need to go and find Thomas Elder. We said we would meet up with him after.” The pair of women said as if they all knew him, taking a last glance at Vanessa the pair departed.
As soon as their backs were turned the three desperate women all took a step towards the bathroom before they were cut off once again. Fate cruelly playing them off against relief and professional and academic standings.
“Who else can I introduce you too.” Mrs Johnson considered for a moment, glancing around the room.
“I think” “I need” Julia and Summer spoke up at the same time. Desperate to find a way of the situation without offending their school dean.
“Ah Julian, I would like you to meet some of our top students.” Mrs Johnson said, ignoring their plight once again.
“Mrs Johnson” Summer whimpered, her own movements stopping as she clenched her muscles tightly. Her hands turning into tight fists by her sides as she grimaced, almost pulsing where she stood.
“Right then Summer, Julia, Vanessa. I would like you too….”
“Uhhhhh!” A shout filled the room, cutting the deans introductions off moments before a loud splattering noise erupted from beneath Summer as she doubled over in pain.
Beside Eloise a waterfall of piss was falling between summers slender legs, her white knee-high socks instantly wet and turning slightly yellow. Pee racing down her thighs, spiralling down her now still legs, rivulets forking off in many directions as the forceful spray continued. More streams fell from her supple skin, flushed red by the constant movement throughout the last hour as she had tried to fight this. But here Summer stood, meters from a bathroom uncontrollably wetting herself while surrounded by some of the most important people in her industry.
“Im sorry” She sobbed at the dean of her school who looked on gobsmacked. Her mouth hanging open but eyes strangely sparkling as Eloise looked into them. Her fascination with what was going on in front of her matched by the dean and all but confirming her thoughts about the diuretic she had given to them all.
“I…”the Dean stuttered. “Im sorry, I didn’t realise.” She tried to lie.
The downpour between Summers legs capturing her attention as she watched on, summers hands covering her face as she continued to shake. Her inflated bladder slowly receding as its contents were nosily spilled onto the floor beneath her.
As the accident slowed down the Dean seemed to come to her senses, beckoning over the woman that had met them. Having a word in her ear it seemed they were having some sort of urgent conversation.
“Im sorry girls, I will have you taken home now.” The dean announced.
“But…” Julia started, her own legs bending and crossing as Summers accident expedited the desperation she felt.
“The car will take you back to the university.” She said before turning around and leaving the four of them. Their guide ushering them out to the car park once more before they could protest. Julia’s neck craning round as she tried to get one last look at the toilets. But once again she and the others were bundled into the back of the car, the woman having a word with the driver before they set off back to the university.
Sitting quietly the group of them simply stared out at the passing countryside. The groans and grunts of Vanessa somehow blending into the background. The uttered tones now so common place to hear over the last day or two that even Eloise was taking less notice of them. Opposite her Julia was staring out the window, her hand clutching the edge of her emerald skirt as her black stockings bounced up and down.
Summer was clearly humiliated once more, the latest wetting in the middle of the event far worse than even the one in the gym. Resting her head against the headrest she was simply staring at the floor, her cheeks still red and tears forming in the corners of her eyes which she would occasionally wipe away.
Looking out the window Eloise watched the scenery go by for some time, until she saw a sign for the nearby city. Why were they heading towards it, it was in the opposite direction to the University? Looking at her friends it seemed none of them had noticed, Vanessa and Julia to desperate while Summer was seemingly in her own head.
“Where are we headed?” She asked the driver loudly, Julia and Summer looking up.
“To the University” her replied
“Isn’t it the other way?” Eloise asked.
Taking a moment to press some buttons on the Satnav the driver was clearly checking something.
“Im sorry, I must have put in the wrong address. I will take the next off ramp and correct” He said, but surely he would have had the correct code in considering he picked them up there. Didn’t he work for the university, how could he get it wrong she wondered. Checking her watch they had been driving for almost 45 minutes the wrong direction, turning their hour drive into two and a half if he found an off ramp soon.
Opposite her Julia was biting her bottom lip, a look of dire concern on her face. Breathing rapidly through her nose only her legs moved faster, her legs running on the spot as her stockings rubbed against each other so fast Eloise was starting to worry about Julia starting a fire in the back of the car.
“Oh god, oh god, oh no, no, no , no , no” She muttered constantly for the next 30 minutes as she sat there, ashen faced. Her display of desperation far more acted than when she had lost it in the library. Although in that case Julia had something to occupy her mind, while right now all she must have been thinking about was her need to pee. A fact that ultimately proved fatal as she went wide eyed, her head looking up and catching Eloise’s.
“You have to stop the car” She said with some urgency.
“Im sorry mam, we are on the motorway I cant just pull over.” The driver responded as Julia uncrossed and recrossed her legs even tighter for a moment. Her balled up fists pressing into her crotch as she wiggled in her seat.
“But I…Oooohhhh” Julia whimpered, her face contorting into a look of discomfort as she screwed her eyes closed.
“Mmm” Julia whimpered again, her legs pressing into each other even tighter on the leather seats. But it was no use, for the second time that week she was starting to wet herself. The noise of the engine and wheels covering up the faint hiss of her accident but sitting opposite her, it was impossible for Eloise to miss the river of clear liquid rolling down from her chair. A puddle spreading out in the back of the seat before rushing off the waterproof seats and pooling on the floor. As pee cascaded down from the leather seats the unmistakable smell of fresh urine filled the car as another of the group lost control of her bladder.
But she was still fighting, Julia’s hands still pressing deeply in her crotch as she tried to stem the tide but it was no use, her frantic leg movements becoming slower and slower until they stopped completely. Her legs pressed together as her bladder continued to empty, her shoulders sagging and eyes looking down as she sobbed gently. She had lost control of her bladder once again, she was supposed to be one of the top holders and yet here she was, pissing herself in a car. The only positive was that she wasn’t alone, Summers clothes still drying from her own accident.
Next to her Vanessa somehow seemed oblivious of what was going on, her desperate brain detached from all reality as it had been for most of the day. One hand gripping between her double-crossed legs, the other slowly rubbing her bladder in small circular motions that seemed to be barely touching her skin. Any and all additional pressure causing her excruciating pain, her skin pulled as taught as possible and threatening to pop at any moment.
Where ever Vanessa had gone too, the plain of existence somehow let her maintain her control all the way back to the university. Her rounded bladder bulging even more monstrously as she managed to outhold two of the top bladders not once but twice, the volume of pee inside her incomprehensible.
Opening the door the evening had turned dark, the sun just about setting behind the large campus building. Stepping out Eloise was surprised to see the Dean stood waiting for them, had she planned all this?
“Im sorry about what happened earlier.” She said, her eyes glued to watching Vanessa get out of the car behind her. Not an easy task given her current predicament, a constant moan punctuated by heavy breathing escaping her as her whole body heaved up and down. Her eyes returning back to the present and going wide as if she truly had been having an outer body experience.
“Please, follow me.” The dean said, walking back towards the door to her office they had come out of earlier.
Sitting down in the chairs the stains and patterns of Julia’s and Summers wet clothes still visible despite them drying. The pair sullen but trying to be respectful as they sat in the office. Next to them Vanessa was even more of a mess than she had been in the morning, unable to hide her desperation at all now she had returned to her body.
Whimpering softly she fidgeted madly, her knees bouncing as she double crossed her legs and supported her bloated bladder with her hands.
“Now I wanted to apologise for what happened and make sure you know that it wont be held against you in anyway.”
“I…thank you” Summer said, although she hadn’t thought it would be.
“I think that despite it you all made a positive impression on the visitors and I think that…”
“Please let me use the bathroom, I’ve never needed to go this badly in my life. I was about to explode 8 hours ago and since then I’ve drunk so much, I just cant.” Vanessa uttered at break neck speed, the urgency clear in her voice as she all but exploded on the spot.
“Vanessa! I understand your position, but that is not how you should speak to me or how someone of your stature shouldn’t be talking. We pride ourselves on control at this university and the event tonight should have been reserved for just the graduates of other years. But given your track record I thought you would make the most of it but clearly, I was mistaken.” The dean shot back, surprised at the lack of decorum from her top student.
“Im…Im sorry mam, but im about to wet myself in your office if you don’t let me go…please!” she begged with tears rolling down her cheeks. Finally, at her wits end she was truly begging for more than just her dignity, forks of pain wracking her body every second. The pulses increasing in ferocity as she kept her bladder shut away and forced to expand even more.
“Well, I never” The dean replied.
“Im so full” Vanessa reiterated, her bulging body creaking under the weight of her bladder’s contents. The fraying of her leggings not the only thing that was starting to be destroyed by it.
“Vanessa, you are top of your class and have been since first year. I am sure that you can hold on long enough to finish this conversation.” The dean said calmly.
Groaning loudly Vanessa plunged her fists between her legs, “Please!” she pleaded, her eyes watering as she locked her legs together in a death grip.
“Fine, if you must.” The chancellor waved her away dismissively
But it was already too late, Eloise had seen the first burst of wetness moments ago. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was about to lose it and now as Vanessa groaned, her bladders contents exploded out of her with tremendous force. A torrent of liquid pushing past her clenched hands and spraying around them noisily in all directions. The deafening patter of her instantaneous and sudden loss of control sounding around the room like a tropical rainstorm as Vanessa let out another guttural yell. Her whole body shaking and quivering as if possessed, her bladder overwhelming everything else in her body as fireworks of conflicting signals erupted all over her abdomen. Her muscles still contracting and forcing themselves inwards while her crotch seemingly imploded in wetness. Thick streams erupted in all directions, the heavily pressurised streams falling almost a meter away from her in some cases as the others stood up to avoid being drenched in their friends monumental accident. Her mammoth bladder threatening to flood the room if it kept up.
A river of steaming piss was running down both her legs at breakneck pace, her absolutely drenched leggings unable to stop any liquid having already absorbed as much as they could. Not a squire inch was spared as they darkened, her pee hissing loudly through them as it continued to erupt out of her at some pace. The force causing it to shoot through the crotch of her seemingly thick clothes, the barriers of her underwear and trousers no match for the pressure build-up that had been torturing the groaning woman for almost two weeks.
Vanessa had pushed herself to the edge and then some, past any limits Eloise or anyone thought possible. 11 days of not skimping on drinking but including nights out, a full bladdered exam and seemingly a dose of some pretty strong diuretics if Eloise’s hunch was right. Putting her hands on the desk Vanessa groaned loudly again as she let her bladder hang freely beneath her, rivers of piss escaping from her in all directions and spreading for meters across the floor.
Eloise couldn’t think of anything, her brain completely empty of anything but the images of the show being played out in front of her. The largest bladdered woman she had ever seen, or possibly there had ever been was still peeing fiercely in the dean’s office. A puddle of unfathomable size spreading out of her as the drum beat of her accident continued, backed up by a percussive hiss and vocal groans. Her bladder and abdominal muscles stretched to their limits and finally gaining control as they forced the ocean of pee she had been holding out of her.
For almost five minutes the group watched in a silent awe of Vanessa's accident, almost the entire wooden floor was coated in her pee. It was by far the most anyone had ever seen anyone hold, even the dean was looking on with a faint impressed look. But as she looked up and caught Eloise watching her, her demeanour changed instantly. A scowl now on her face she crossed her arms, staring intently at the woman who had just drowned her office in piss.
“Well then, we will continue this another time then. Now if you are quite finished I think you should leave my office.” She said, her toes splashing in the puddle that had run under her desk.
“I…” Vanessa uttered, her mind filled with a tired and euphoric cloud. Silently the group left, unspeaking about what had just happened. But while they may never speak of it again, there was no way Eloise was going to forget what she had just seen. It was a sight that would visit her in her dreams over and over again, the first week at university more than meeting her expectations.
Back in her office the dean stood with her arms crossed, looking down at the enormous puddle she let herself have a curt smile at her handywork. Flipping open her phone she quickly dialled in a number.
“Well?” She said expectantly.
“I…I have never…she broke your record Mam.”
“She broke my record?”
“Yes Mam.” The voice repeated.
Smiling to herself the dean hung up. Taking a deep breath she picked up the red phone on her desk. The same one that she had been nervous to answer.
“Chancellor, we’ve got them.”
A moment of silence filled the room, before a soft murmur came through the other end of the phone.
Yes sir, she broke my record. The summer internationals are ours this year.”
Another murmur came through, seemingly impressed sounding.
“Thank you sir, Yes I will keep you updated on their progress.”
Hanging up the phone she sat back in her chair, relaxing and feeling happy as the contents of Vanessa's tortured bladder continued to spread around the room. She had done her job.
The end...for now?
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Once again thank you to everyone who read, commented and upvoted this story, it really means a lot to know people are enjoying the story!
Unfortunately this is the end for now.
Since someone asked 😛 I do have some ideas about where I could take this story and even have half of another chapter written as a kind of Epilogue, it does answer a few of your questions / explain a bit more about how the school works / came to be the way it did. But I have been having a bit of trouble making it entertaining enough for its own chapter. But watch this space.
The watch isn't magic although that is an interesting thought, simply far more intrusive than indicated by the dean. I have an explanation of why / how they came to be a thing in the afore mentioned unreleased chapter, so I wont explain here in case I manage to finish writing the next chapter. The dreams were more apparitions of the internal struggle between her enjoying it, doing the right thing and also trying to be "normal". But if its something you are interested in I have half a story written about something along those lines.
Sadly while there is scope and some ideas floating around for a continuation, It probably wont be for a while. This story took me close to 3 months to write and release, and I haven't even started to fully flesh out the next parts if there will be some. But given by how well this seems to have gone down, I will definitely think about it. Although I have a steadily growing list of stories on my "to do" list. Including one that I started about 6 months ago but keep getting distracted from. So I might have a play with that one first. |
Here is the little epilogue, possibly not quite what people were thinking when I mentioned it. But I feel it prehapse filled in a few gaps in an important characters back story / the university in general. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 9 for old times’ sake
Leaning back in her chair dean Johnson couldn’t help but think back to her own time at this university, all those years ago when it was still in its prime. The mischief her and her best friend would get up to together, the biggest bladders in the university. Their status opening many doors to them, both the private functions and public parties with people from around the world. It seemed so long ago and yet was almost like it was yesterday at the same time. The days of men pining over her as they revelled at her full bladder at these functions, the old-fashioned gatherings always a spectacle. Then there was the last day as a student, her final test, the day she had set the record, the end of her third year... and friendship.
“Come on we know we are going to ace this, we do it like its nothing” the curvy blonde-haired woman said, her body the envy of all the women at the university for more reasons than one.
“Lana what are you talking about?” a plainer looking woman sat opposite her asked, briefly looking up from her book and brushing a stranding of her frizzy hair out of the way. The plain white band in her hair failing to keep it all under control.
“Mary, We are the two top holders in this university, a university of the world’s best holders and academics.” Lana said, gesturing with her arms wide open.
“What is your point?” Mary asked, finally closing her book and placing it prudently on her lap.
“Shouldn’t we prove ourselves, instead of just doing what all the rest of the bottom of the class do? We should make it more interesting, come on you know you love a challenge.” She said, diving onto the bed and resting her head on her hands. A mischievous and desire filled smile on her face and blue eyes that sparkled with energy. Lana had been the clear top holder ever since the first test and had done nothing but push herself since then. A fact that made Mary all to aware she would likely come out second best, but to have both their names, the formidable duo at the top of the list for all time was something of a dream to her.
“I suppose there is some merit in that” Mary admitted, the challenge stoking the rebellious fires of the honour student.
“Ok so the end of year test is to drink 2.5 litres for 2 days.”
“Yes, 5 litres in 48 hours.” Mary agreed factually.
“I think we should double it!” Lana said excitedly
“Double it?!”
“Why not, even that won’t be too much of an issue.” Lana said confidently.
“I suppose, but isn’t it a risk?” Mary said frowning slightly.
“How many times have you read the record book in the library. I know you want your name in it.”
“Our names go in it anyway, it’s a list of every graduate and their final year volume.” Mary countered.
“Shut up you know what I mean. We can totally be the top two if we try.”
Even she couldn’t recount how often she read the book of holders. Their names and volumes almost burnt into her brain as she fantasised about them all. Cross referencing the holders with their yearbook photos to give her imagination all the fuel it needed on the cold winters nights when she lay alone in bed.
“Fine, but you realise that once we start, we can’t stop?” Mary cautioned.
“Like we ever stop” Lana said patting her bladder, her organ already bloating out of her after days without a bathroom. “But I’m serious, is 10 litres and 4 days going to be enough to even put a dent in us?”
“I mean it’s a challenge for sure.” Mary said, shrugging slightly.
“Yeah, but is it a real one. Come on, imagine it, our names on the very top for years to come. We only get one chance we have to make it count!” Lana said, sitting up on the bed.
“Lets not go too…”
“One chance!” Lana repeated.
“Fine, so what we go all out. How do we make sure its fair and balanced for us?”
“That’s the beauty, it doesn’t have to be fair!” Lana said energetically, each wall of Mary’s that she broke down seemingly feeding her enthusiasm. “But lets not tell anyone alright, don't want anyone else crashing the party...May the biggest bladder win” She finished, a beaming smile across her face.
“Im not sure I like the sounds of that.” Mary grinned back, but secretly she couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome. As much as the books gave her food for thought, there was nothing like watching Lana at her absolute limit. A sight that she hadn’t seen for years at this point, her capacity simply too large for most days to even put a dent in it. Even most trials they had been involved in usually had to conclude their findings before they reached her indomitable limits. So if she was going to go all out this time, the final week of term was going to be one to remember.
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Three weeks later Mary found herself awkwardly standing in the corner of the social room watching Lana. While she herself enjoyed the academic and conversations at the gatherings that involved the best and brightest. These more common affairs often left her feeling a little out of it, lacking many of the social graces and confidence of her friend.
She would have declined tonight, but it was the day before their final test and since Lana had come up with this stupid contest between the two of them, she had insisted on doing everything together. Apparently in an effort to see how much each of them was drinking, seemingly wanting to make sure that she would be the one on top of the record books. Not that Mary was sure she should even be fighting for that spot, she needed to be careful to not ruin her chances of coming second. Holding was about grace under pressure, not ego's.
Taking a sip from her beer she could feel her bladder beneath the tight frilly dress she had chosen for tonight. With about 6 litres of fluid sitting inside her she could certainly feel her need to pee escalating over the last day. A familiar uneasy feeling filling her abdomen as it started to incessantly remind her of her basic biology, including the fact that at some point she would need to pee. But checking her analogue watch as long as it was in no less than 59 hours from this point, she was sure she would give the record holders a run for their money.
She had been careful, measuring her intake and spreading it throughout the day. Even mixing in the right amounts of salts and minerals she needed to keep her perfectly balanced and not increase her need to pee or her thirst. Looking down at her beer she was a little worried, Lana having told her that no one drinks water at a party. A fact that was true but made her worried about the impact it might have. But then again, anything that helped her bladder get fuller was a bonus when it came to the end result. A fact that she had already taken account of earlier in the day.
Patting her internal dress pocket it was still there, the little packet of white powder that she and some friends had been cooking up in pharmacy society. A powerful diuretic that she knew would ensure her victory, one teaspoon of this with a few hours to go in the contest and her kidneys would start pumping through anything else she drank and blowing her up. It would be uncomfortable, but it was necessary for any chance at victory. Lana might have the confidence and the natural talent to out hold her, but she had the fortitude and intelligence to make this work in her favour should she choose to use it.
“Hey, don’t drink the punch” A voice whispered behind her.
“Jenny?”” She asked turning around to see the skinny dark haired girl smiling wickedly at her.
“Spiking the punch is a tradition right” she smiled, holding up an empty bag of the stuff they had created earlier. The same powder she had in her pocket right now, just a lot more of it.
“Uhhh, thanks” Mary said, uneasily watching the slightly scary woman walking away, she never knew what to make of Jenny. She was seemingly all smiles while managing to shoot daggers out of her eyes at all times. There was just something off about her...
“Get over here” Lana interrupted her thoughts as she felt her friend grab her arm and pull her out of the corner.
“Hey wait” She tried to object.
“We are playing spin the bottle, truth or dares and you are playing” Lana said as she pulled her along to a group of people starting to sit in a circle.
“Im not really…”
“Nope, not this time.” Lana said as she pulled her into the group and all eyes fell on her. “Sit” her friend commanded and reluctantly Mary joined the group. Exchanging awkward glances with many of them.
“Ill go first” Lana said, grabbing the empty bottle and spinning it rigorously. quickly it span, before coming to a rest in front of Claire, one of their classmates for the last 3 years.
“Truth or dare” Lana asked.
“Truth” Claire said after thinking for a moment.
“Last time you peed your pants, like fully peed.” Lana said gleefully.
“I….It was last month. I was doing one of those stupid fluid retention projects that company does here. They made us all drink like 5 litres in 2 hours and then they measured our pee output. One test without the drugs and then the next day we did it with them. Well, I was fine the first time and even at the end of the main test I held it. But then I went to the library for a few hours and I started to feel the need to pee but it was manageable. But suddenly when I was on the train because I live off campus, it hit me all of a sudden. I don’t know what happened but one minute I was doing ok but the next I was….I was pissing myself on station platform.” The red head said, blushing deeply and staring at the floor as she admitted to her accident.
“Hey, its happens to us all.” Nancy added, trying to make her friend feel better.
“Not all of us.” Lana boasted, clearly satisfied with the embarrassing story she had gotten. “Well, I guess you get to ask next.”
Spinning the bottle Claire was happy when it stopped in front of Juliet, the pair good friends and well aware of each other’s interests.
“Dare” Juliet said loudly.
“I dare you to flash us” Claire grinned, the embarrassment from her story already forgotten.
“You perv” Juliet smiled before lifting her top and exposing her large and perfectly sculpted breasts to the group. Mary seemingly feeling more embarrassed about the whole thing that anyone else including the one exposing herself as she felt her cheeks burn while averting her gaze.
“Like you’re not into it” Claire responded, getting a wink out of Juliet at she put her top back down.
The bottle span again and this time it stopped back at Anna.
“Truth”
“How about the last time you peed in your pants miss Iron bladder” Juliet said.
“Lame, reusing the same things. But alright, I was 9 and on a family road trip. I wanted to make it the entire trip without stopping, like a personal goal. Well I made it 14 hours and then lost control in a burger king.”
“Boring, next.” Juliet said, indicating to her to spin the bottle. Clearly frustrated by the un embarrassing story.
Spinning the bottle Mary was horrified to see it starting to slow down before her, the open neck of the bottle coming to a rest facing her. Although what was more worrying was the smile on her friends face.
“Uhh….Dare” Mary wasn’t sure what would be more embarrassing. But her friend would probably go easier on her with a dare. She knew too many embarrassing things about her to risk a truth.
“I dare you to kiss Sarah”
“What!?!” Mary said, staring back at her friend. She hadn’t just said that! Mary had, had the biggest crush on Sarah for the last two years and Lana knew that! Why would she do this to her, this was worse than any truth.
“What, you think she is ugly or something?” Lana jibed, knowing all to well the opposite was truth.
“No I…just”
“Come on, just one kiss. What’s the problem.” Lana continued, clearly enjoying her flustered behaviour.
now bright red Mary could feel her ears burning as she turned towards Sarah. Her mouth suddenly dry and heart pounding inside her rib cage. She could tell by the look Sarah was giving her it was obvious something was up, she wasn’t hiding anything. Her only choice was to get it over and done with and then move to a different country far away from here.
Leaning in the two of them pressed their lips together, Mary almost melting into a puddle instantly as they made contact.
As Sarah broke off, leaning back Mary almost fell forwards.
“Easy there tiger” Lana joked, the others laughing at her and causing Mary to blush even more deeply. How could her friend do this to her, she had admitted her crush to her in confidence.
“Well, spin the bottle.” Lana said.
Slightly meekly she reached out and twisted the bottle, revolving several times it came to a rest in front of none other than her tormenter Lana.
“OOOH” Juliet joked.
“Dare” Lana said proudly, sure that Mary wouldn’t be able to think of anything.
Being put on the spot definitely didn’t help but after a few moments she knew what she had to do, the ultimate comeuppance for her overly confident and boastful friend that only the two of them would know the true consequences of. Well…only her fully.
“I dare you to drink the entire punch bowl!”
Locking eyes it was clear that Lana knew her game instantly, it was a challenge. They were already 2 days into their end of year hold and there was no going back. But at the same time Lana couldn’t refuse, it would look odd. But she also couldn’t tell anyone why she might have reservations, they had agreed to keep it a secret, not that telling people her secrets seemed to be problem for her tonight.
“Bit weird but sure” Lana said, feigning ignorance.
Standing up she walked over to the large table nearby the large glass bowl filled with a sweet pink liquid. Taking out the ladle others had been using to fill their glasses Lana walked back over to the group with her hands full of the large bowl. Standing next to them she positioned the small pouring spout towards her, raising it to her lips and beginning to down the litres of liquid still in the bowl. For more than a minute she chugged, her breathing getting heavier as she started to struggle with the quantity of liquid she was forcing down her throat. But somehow, she chugged it all, in a single go.
Smacking her lips she upturned the large bowl, locking eyes with Mary before putting the bowl on the ground next to her. Sitting down she groaned slightly, her hands resting on her massively bloated stomach. Like Mary her own bladder must have been also been filling but it was nothing compared to what was about to happen to it.
She couldn’t remember exactly what had happened after that, the two days blurring over time. Her own desperation rapidly increasing to worrying levels by the time she walked into class on that final day. They had started drinking in class 46 hours earlier at 8am, the two litres having to be drunk by 10am. The same process had been repeated the day after and now as she sat shuffling in her place Mary was starting to question her decisions. Even as she stared at the water bottle on the desk, not one she had to drink but one she was trying to convince herself to drink to maximise her results. Many of the others around the room doing something similar, the third years cramming more and more water desperately into their distended bladders in the hope of increasing their final volume.
“Oooh” a loud groan caught her attention, snapping out of her own desperation for a moment.
The noise came from Lana who many in the class had been watching since her arrival. For the first time in her time at university, she looked like she was struggling. The other students simultaneously in awe of her bladders size and also enjoying the first real sighting of her being desperate.
Clutching her massively distended bladder the poor woman looked months pregnant, her bladder pushing almost a foot out of her. The curves of her hips augmented by a bladder that seemed to be pushing around her, the large ominous bulge expanding outwards in all directions with immense pressure. Ripples and spasms in her muscles easy to see on her taught and porcelain white skin. Her choice of a revealing crop top and miniskirt giving the monstrous bladder the maximum room to grow but hiding nothing.
She had all but burst into Marys room last night, pacing in desperation and muttering to herself. Trying to have a conversation but her fraying mind overwhelmed by the sensation of her maxed out bladder. Not that Mary had minded, she had quite enjoyed the sight of Lana as desperate as she was. This had to be by far the fullest she had seen her, or for that matter the fullest she had seen anyone. The diuretics her “friend” had spiked her with clearly going into overdrive and transforming the moderate bulge into a serious beer belly and now into its final form of a 9 month pregnant woman.
But despite the obvious agony the heavily sweating and groaning woman was feeling, she was drinking even more. Her unerring confidence in her own capabilities a sight to behold. A shaking hand outstretching for another bottle, her sixth in the last hour. Stopping for a moment she visibly shuddered as her hand rested on the water bottle.
“Come on, you can do it!” Mary encouraged.
Shuddering again Lana picked up the bottle, uncapping the lid and putting it to her lips. Almost as soon as it touched her lips her whole body lurched again, a hard pulse momentarily contracting everything inside her body to force out the ocean of liquid inside her.
“Just one more hour!” Mary said again, happy to see Lana scrunch her eyes and begin to down the bottle. Her friend showing a resolve and capacity outside of her wildest dreams, there was no way she wasn’t going to top the charts now! Any idea of her winning had long gone out the window and now she just wanted to see what Lana was capable of.
“More! I need more” Lana said, her eyes twitching as she placed the empty bottle with the others. Her hand resting on the desk as she swallowed forcibly.
“More?” Mary asked incredulously, seriously did this woman have no limits.
Grabbing another Lana uncapped it, taking a deep breath and clearly fighting off more pulses she repeated her process once more. Tipping the water back and soon, it too was gone. A seventh bottle joining the pile.
A moment later Lana let out the loudest groan yet and next to her Mary was starting to sweat too. Her legs tightly crossed and hands resting in her lap as her desperation grew, but that was not the reason. She had all but forgotten her own body, even as her bloated bladder screamed for attention, it was drowned out by the breathless command from the woman next to her.
“More!” Lana said quietly, her hand balled into a fist as she crushed it into the desk.
Pushing over her own bottle Mary bit her lip, well aware of the light shinning of the powder she had poured into it last night. The diuretic not quite as tasteless or hidden as she had hoped, something she would have to work on in the future.
But it seemed Lana was too far down the tunnel to notice as she uncapped and began to chug, the drug flowing down her throat to be absorbed by her body and turn it into even more of a piss producing factory. Lana's kidneys soon to be sent into overdrive and cause her bladder to swell faster and faster as time went on. With only 50 minutes their impact would be limited, but Mary was sure that it would be more than enough to help her friend win.
“Oh god” Lana groaned as she pressed both hands between her legs for a moment, her torso quivering restlessly for a few seconds.
“No, no, no, no” She muttered to herself, her eyes clenched closed. Quickly she raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a burp that threatened to be more that that judging by her worried expression. But a few moments later as sweat began to drip off her and onto the desk, her blonde hair already damp and sticking to her clammy face she said it again.
“More!”
Without hesitation Mary rummaged through her friends bag, finding the remaining 5 bottles from the 12 pack of isotonic water Lana had brought with her, she slid them all towards her friend. Looking down Lana eyed them hungrily, her eyes locking onto the prize even as she winced deeply. Her taught and exposed skin forming goose bumps as she was forced to hold herself again.
Unsteadily she rushed to grab the next bottle uncapping it with some effort and putting it to her lips.
Next to her Mary was in a trance, her friend was pushing her body to absolutely ludicrous limits, levels that she would have thought impossible. Leaning over she uncapped the next bottle just as Lana finished the previous one, almost forcing her friend to take it as she replaced the now empty one. Again and again she replaced the bottles, giving Lana no rest between the onslaught of water until finally she had done it! All 13 bottles now empty rested in front of the two of them, the desk littered with the remnants of both of their desires to see Lana push herself to the absolute limit, if she was not already.
With just 30 minutes to go Mary was starting to think she could hear her friend’s bladder churning inside of her, between the constant moans and groans that she was making. Her entire body was constantly shivering, quivering and shaking as it desperately fought her for control. Her heavily pregnant looking stomach expanding to new monstrous levels. She could have been holding octuplets and not looked as bloated as she did now, her tall frame dwarfed by her bladder as it jutted out of extraordinarily. Doubled over Lana pressed both hands between her legs as she muttered some incoherent incantation to herself.
20 minutes to go and she was grunting loudly, everyone in the class now staring at her as every few seconds through gritted teeth Lana made horrible pained noises. Her face a constant contortion of pain and concentration, the only thing holding her together was her fortitude and will power. Two things that were slowly leaving her as time went on and the water she had forced herself to drink flowed into her beyond full bladder.
10 minutes later and Mary was watching the tears stream down her friends face. But she wasn’t crying, her face betraying no emotion at all. It was simply as if her body was reacting to the pain it was in, without involving her brain. Or perhaps it was simply trying to get rid of the water in anyway it could since she still somehow contained herself. But the quivering and pulses had stopped, or more accurately had become a solid and unending ball of pain within her friend.
But with 6 minutes to go it seemed like something finally broke, or a connection to her brain was re-established. Lana’s eyes suddenly widened as she scrunched herself up and emitted a guttural moan that reverberated around the room.
“Quiet please!” The old woman at the front commanded, her nun like appearance commanding the respect and in some cases fear from the University students.
Lana stifled her moan but Mary could hear her breaths becoming quicker and quicker as she started to hyperventilate. Her eyes darting around the room as panic overtook her. Instantly her hand shot up, shaking manically in the air.
“Yes Lana”
“Please, I…I…I need to go!” She stuttered, her breathing still ragged as he hand shot back down to its resting place between her legs that were moving feverously beneath the desk.
“The test isn’t over yet. You will just have to wait.” The adjudicator said unmovingly.
“I promise you... I’m holding so... so much right now” Lana protested desperately, her hands pressing on the desk as she stood on shaking legs. Another loud moan leaving her as she took faltering steps towards the front of the class and the devices they would all be using to measure themselves.
“Please, remain seated until the test is over. Its just a few more minutes and I’m sure that someone of your stature can manage that.” The woman said, looking down her nose at Lana from her slightly elevated seating position.
“Look at me, my bladder is so full” Lana begged, tears streaming down her face as she danced desperately. Driven to keep walking towards her salvation but not wanting to disobey the strict rules of the school of holding.
“I’m afraid this isn’t a test of volume Mrs wickers, you have 5 minutes remaining and then you will pee into the pre-allocated cylinder.” The woman said, indicating to the devices to her left. Each printed with a student number that matched one of theirs.
“But I can’t hold it” Lana begged, the first time in her life she had done so. With just the admission of needing to go almost breaking her, her control teetering on the edge. Around the room desperate students including Mary watched on with interest. Would the top holder of the school be able to make it?
“You have no choice, if you go now you will fail and your result will be 0” The uncaring woman announced, closing her book with a rather annoyed look on her face now.
“Please you don’t understand…” Lana pleaded, her legs screwing themselves tighter as she doubled over in the middle of the class. Her arms gripping her crotch tightly, a strange gurgling noise emanating from her bladder for a few moments as she groaned loudly again. The room itself otherwise silent as they all watched her plight, some hoping she would break but others like Mary hoping she could survive and measure the colossal volume of pee inside her. Mary had to know what Lana was capable of, she just had to hold it a few more minutes!”
“No it is you that doesn’t understand!” The adjudicator said crossly “These are the rules for this establishment and they will not change for one single student, not even one such as yourself. Otherwise out entire system may as well be disregarded. And I will not have that happen on the account of an over confident rebel such as yourself. Don’t think I didn’t see you downing all that water earlier, you only have yourself to blame. 4 minutes!”
“Please!” Lana begged again.
But it was no use, seconds later she groaned loudly enough that Mary almost had to cover her ears. The pained yell echoing throughout the entire building as Lana threw her head back. Both hands clutching her balloon of a bladder as it exploded on the spot. A deafening splatter akin to a heavy duty book being slammed against a table filled to room as her piss sprayed out of her at break neck pace. The hiss of her heavily pressurised stream as it jetted past her thin white cotton panties drowned out by the thunderous downpour of liquid leaving her. Heavy streams running down the fronts, back and even the outsides of her stocking clad legs. The material strangely lightning as her pee raced down then, shining in the bright lights of the class room.
Convulsing in the middle of the room where she stood, it was clear that Lana had lost any and all control as rather emphatically she started to drown the room in her pee. A puddle running under the other desks, fellow students having to grab their belongings and raise their feet off the ground as the waves of Lana’s pee encroached upon them.
But that wasn’t the worst of it, several of the other women in the class had clearly been on the edge of control and the loud waterworks were not helping their control. A chorus of groans filling the room as several of them leaked, quiet pattering’s and tiny puddles forming as they momentarily lost control. Several in the class now sporting wet patches on their trousers, underwear or skirts, but their years of training helping them to somehow regain control.
For more than three minutes Lana continued to pee, the heavy streams just as powerful almost the entire time as they added to the giant puddle beneath the panting blonde. An ocean expanding almost halfway across the large room, lapping up against the cupboards and book shelves on one side, and even escaping under the door to the room into the corridor. The industrial tiled floor not absorbing any of her accident and displaying its full extent.
“Alright ladies, that’s time!” The task master announced, the edges of her mouth curling into a wicked smile as she watched Lana finally finish disgracing herself.
For her part Mary has been mesmerised by the unfolding of Lana’s accident. As much as she had hoped to see how much her friend was holding, the spectacle that she had just witnessed was more than enough of a consolidation prize, at least for her.
But now as the end of the test was announced, her own need was brought crashing back to her as she groaned hoarsely and pressed her own hands deeper into her crotch. Breathing steadily she tensed all of her muscles, becoming aware of the fire that was occurring inside her. Her own body burning up to do exactly what Lana had just done. But she didn’t have time to think about her friend, she just had to measure herself or all this was for nothing.
Taking slow and considered steps she found her device, those around her sighing in relief or stuck in their chairs as they tried to regain control before making the slow walk to the front. Many of those around her sporting wet patches as they rushed to lower their clothes enough to get the collection tubes in place, not taking the them to the vanities that were positioned at the other end of the class and which could be used to retain their dignity. For most of them their control would not allow another journey, may of them not even surviving the one to the front. Reaching under long pink plead dress she managed to get the funnel like device in place and closing her eyes she revelled in the relief.
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Laying back in her chair slightly more it creaked, the memories making her sigh as she could almost feel the tremendous satisfaction and bliss of the events of that day.
She had always regretted pushing Lana so far, desperate to know how much she could handle. But instead the yearbook she kept in her desk simply read 0, Lana forever the bottom of the record book despite her immeasurable bladder. Vanessa was the only student she had seen in years that could possibly have been close to her level and, with a year of training still to go, what sort of greatness could the young woman achieve she wondered to herself. Thankfully, the new watches she had specifically designed to avoid missing a measuring ever again, would ensure that if Vanessa ever beat her record of today, in a test or outside it, she would know.
Sighing again she shivered to herself as she opened her eyes, it had been a while since she had done anything close to that hold. A week was no problem for her now, but she rarely felt the adrenaline, the thrill of pushing herself to her absolute limits. The risks for someone in position were too large…but only if she lost it.
Glancing down at the large pitcher of water on her desk she had made up her mind, the nerves in her body tingling with anticipation. Opening the drawer to her desk she took out the small box of tablets, the same tablets she had dropped into the tea earlier that day. Upturning it she felt 9 of the small tablets fall into the palm of her hand, looking down she momentarily weaned in her commitment to about what she was about to do. But feeling the thrill of the moment she upturned her hand and watched as the 9 super strength diuretics started to dissolve in the three-litre pitcher in front of her.
“In for a penny, in for a pound” she muttered, watching the water pour from the pitcher and into the glass she was holding.
Sipping from it her thoughts began to wonder where Lana was now.
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Thanks for reading, sorry if you were hoping for a direct continuation of the main story.
I'd just had this thought in my head since writing the rest of it and thought it was worth putting out there to explain some of the Universities functions like the watch. Why it had been designed and also give a little insight into how the University has changed and the background of the mysterious Dean Johnson.
Either way I hope you enjoyed this chapter! |
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Day 6: Too busy to take a break Futaba (Persona 5)
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Futaba Sakura was engrossed in battle. She checked her six as she reloaded. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a man armed with an assault rifle enter the ground floor of the building she was in. Futaba heard footsteps coming up the stairs, then her door burst open. In a split second, she spun around and blew the intruder’s brains out with her sniper rifle.
“Ha! Git gud! 360 noscope!”
Futaba laughed as her opponent responded to her taunts with a string of juvenile insults. It was 1:00 in the morning and she was deep into a session of Call of Medals, the biggest first-person shooter there was. She took a moment to check the scoreboards.
“Yup, still on top,” Futaba confirmed. She downed the last of her Mood Wiplash soda, then crumpled the can and tossed it in the trash with the others. She had been playing for a while, and the sweet caffeinated beverage was the main thing keeping her going.
In-game, the klaxon that signalled the end of the match sounded. Futaba knew her team had won before the final score was even announced.
“Fifteen games in a row,” she said to herself. “When will I get a real challenge?”
She cracked open another Mood Wiplash as she waited for the queue to fill for the next match. For whatever reason, the lobby was taking an especially long time to fill.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Futaba grumbled. “What’s taking so long?” All the soda she had consumed was starting to affect her. The caffeine was making her edgy, and the liquid itself…
“Dangit,” Futaba sighed as the familiar urge made itself known. She had known this would happen sooner or later.
Well, she thought, at the rate this is going, I should be able to take a bathroom break before-
“Match Start!” the monitor blared.
Or not.
The map she spawned on was a familiar one; an abandoned nuclear testing site. Futaba quickly took up her usual sniping position on an empty missile silo and started picking off the enemies below her. She had racked up an impressive kill streak when she saw a glint on a far-off rooftop. An enemy sniper. She was about to shoot him when he turned and fired, narrowly missing her.
“A sniper duel, huh? I’ll end this quickly!”
A few minutes passed, and Futaba realized her boast might have been premature. Neither player was giving the other an inch as they peaked out from behind cover, trying to find the optimal position.
Whoever he is, this guy’s good, Futaba admitted to herself. Droplets of sweat ran down her forehead, reminding her unpleasantly of the other liquid that was pent up inside her. This is not ideal timing, she mused, fidgeting in her seat. After another tense minute, an opportunity arose. Her foe poked his head out, right into her laser sights. Futaba aimed for the head and pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, in that instant, a spasm ran through her over-full bladder. She fidgeted involuntarily, causing her thumb to nudge the analog stick off-target. Futaba’s shot went wide, but her opponent’s didn’t. She cursed as the dreaded text appeared: YOU DIED.
That’s it! Futaba seethed silently as she waited at the respawn screen. I have to take care of my bladder before it gets me killed again! Getting back into the battle, she went over her options, mentally viewing them as video game-styled objectives
Main Objective: Pee
(Optional) Take a break and run to the bathroom.
That would be easiest, Futaba thought, but the scores are way too close for me to leave for even a minute! And I’m not going to die again just so I can pee! What are my other options?
(Optional) Pee in a bottle
Futaba had done this many times, dubbing it her “emergency maneuver.” It only required her to take one hand off the controller, and she had gotten pretty good at aiming. However, she had recently cleaned out the mountains of trash in her room, and therefore didn’t see an empty bottle anywhere.
Next option!
(Optional) Pee in a soda can
Huh, never tried this before, thought Futaba as she held up one of her empty cans. I guess it’s the same thing as peeing in a bottle in principle. But the opening to this can is really small. I’d probably get pee everywhere. With that thought, she felt a few warm drops leak into her underwear. Agh! I’m at my limit! Is there anything I can do?
(Optional) Wet your pants
“What?” Futaba cried aloud, shocked at herself for even thinking that. I can’t do that; I’ll ruin my shorts! She gasped as she felt another leak. At this rate, they’ll be ruined either way. And there’s no time for a break, or anything to pee in. Looks like I don’t have a choice…
“The things I do for my teammates,” Futaba said to herself. She took a deep breath and let her bladder relax. Urine started dribbling out before turning into a flood that quickly darkened the front of her shorts. Pee pooled up under her butt, which felt kind of gross, but the sensation of letting it all out felt so good. Futaba almost sighed in relief, then she remembered she was still on voice chat. Blushing, she continued wetting herself in silence.
Objective complete!
When at last she was empty, Futaba took a moment to examine the damage. Her panties and shorts were badly stained and completely soaked through, but her chair was still relatively dry.
An acceptable loss, she thought, scoring another headshot. Not long after, the klaxon sounded again. Another victory.
“Nice!” Futaba said to herself before finally logging off. She stood up, stretched, and felt her pee start to dribble down her legs.
New objectives:
Take a shower
Wash your clothes
Will do, thought Futaba. |
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AVENGERS: CELEBRATION DESPERATION
“Hi, welcome to Avengers Tower! It’s an honour to meet you” said Beth The Waitress, welcoming everyone to the party. She was dressed in a gorgeous green and gold dress; her curvy breasts accentuated by the outfit, her blonde hair bunched in a well-tied knot. She held a tray of champagne-glasses and the guest took one, excitedly gulping it; before handing it back, her nerves slightly calmed.
“Thanks, I’m just happy to be here!”. The reply came from Kamala Khan, one of the last to arrive that night; who started in awe at those around her. Wearing a red, white and blue Captain Marvel fan top, blue jeans and red trainers, the eighteen-year-old felt criminally underdressed as she looked at those surrounding her.
Even in civilian clothing, none could mistake these women: They were Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy, Asgardians and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. They had come to Avengers Tower in New York to celebrate the work of Doctor Jane Foster, an acclaimed scientist who had recently won a Nobel Prize in psychics for her acclaimed work on the Bi-Frost, Wormholes and their relationship to the Convergence. It was a galaxy-renowned piece of research that even the Nova Empire was interested in and the Council of Xandar had invited her to speak on it at their upcoming conference, the first time a human scientist had ever been invited to do so.
To celebrate, Pepper Potts; the new head of Stark Industries, had bankrolled an elaborate party in the recently re-acquired Avengers Tower: An all girl’s night, where every female Avenger was invited. So long as you’d either fought in the Battle against Thanos or had reasonable hero credentials, you were on the list and Kamala counted her lucky stars that she’d jumped through a mysterious portal and began dunking on the Chitauri forces around her. Now, she could meet all of her idols.
“Oh, this is so cool!” she said out-loud, barely able to stop herself from jumping up and down with excitement; as she spotted one of her idols.
Rushing over, she shook the hand of legendary hero: Peggy Carter. While all knew Captain America to be the first Avenger, many held Peggy as important to that development as Dr. Erskine itself and Kamala was on that list of mega-fans. She was dressed in an elegant red dress that ran below her knees; as well as beautiful black-heeled shoes, which Kamala thought accentuated her already stunning beauty.
“OMG, wow, I just wanted to say, it is such an honour to meet you, you are like my second favourite hero ever and you did so much to pave the way for all of us, it is an honour” said Kamala over-enthusiastically; though Peggy smiled.
“Well thank you...?”.
“Khan. Kamala Khan”.
“Kamala. When I was your age, women were told to stick to the kitchens and make men their meals”.
“Ugh, that must have sucked”.
Peggy smiled; enjoying the young girl’s blunt manner of speaking.
“Yes, it did rather suck” said Peggy, laughing. “But things are getting a lot better for us now it seems”.
“Yeah, still a long way to go though”.
“Well I would hope so, otherwise Steve brought me into the future for nothing”.
Kamala giggled, hearing the great Captain America be referred to as ‘Steve’, as Beth the Waitress offered each of them champagne. Peggy sipped hers graciously; savouring it, while Kamala excitedly guzzled hers, realising how she looked after several moments.
“Sorry” she said, embarrassedly.
“Not at all” said Peggy smiling. “To the women of the future” she said, raising her glass.
Kamala let out a huge grin and raised a new one; picked from the table next to them.
“To the heroes of the past”.
Meanwhile; in the tower kitchen, a massive cake was being prepared for the guest of honour. Jane; having quietly made her way inside, gazed at it longingly. She was dressed in a dark grey-jacket, green shirt and tight blue jeans; her hair pushed out of her face. As she was distracted by the massive-beauty: A 5ft tall mass of vanilla, cherries, chocolate and raspberry jam, Carol and Valkyrie walked in; having noticed her attempts to sneak in.
“Hey, you’re not meant to see that yet” said Carol disapprovingly; though her tone was light.
The three ladies hugged affectionately. Carol was dressed in a brown air-force bomber jacket, with tight blue jeans and Valkyrie in a black leather jacket and dark leather trousers; tightly hugging her figure, accentuating her bum.
“I owe you so much” said Jane. “My research never would have been complete without you taking me into space to study an Einstein-Rosen bridge up close”.
“Hey, this was your success; don’t undersell yourself” said Carol re-assuringly. “I only did like… 40% of the work, at most”.
Jane playfully whacked her, as she turned to Valkyrie.
“I’m so happy for you two as well” she said, as Carol and Valkyrie smiled; their hands interlocking.
“Well, being the queen of Asgard whose consort is the most powerful woman in the galaxy does tend to get you noticed” said Valkyrie teasingly, as Carol feigned mock disgust.
“Oh, I’m politically convenient for you am I”.
“You’ll do” replied Valkyrie teasingly, as the two kissed passionately for several moments.
“Alright, get a room” said Jane, as the two broke apart. “I need to go and say hello to people, otherwise Pepper’s going to freak out at where I am”.
“No she won’t, you just want the cake” accused Carol.
Jane went to protest but then stopped, smiling.
“Okay yeah, I really want that cake. I can’t believe I get to be the first one to try that thing”.
In response, Carol grabbed a cherry off the top, swirled it through a large section of Vanilla and bit into it; as Jane folded her arms in mock offence, though she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
“Come on, let’s go”.
Back at the party, two street-level heroes; Jessica Jones and Trish Walker, stood by the bar. The former was wearing a black-leather jacket, white shirt, grey trainers and blue jeans; looking bored out of her mind, while the latter was wearing a yellow jumper, blue jeans and white-trainers. More interestingly however, both were fidgeting uncomfortably; the strain on their bladders unusually high.
“How long until she arrives, I’m dying here” moaned Jessica.
“Don’t be overdramatic Jess, we’ll be fine. You’ve had like six drinks, it’s your own fault”.
“Five” protested Jessica. “Besides, it’s not my bladder that’s the problem. If it can handle the drinks at Rudy’s, it’s not me. All this expensive shit goes through me”.
“It’s not that bad!” said Trish, though she had to admit; Jessica might be onto something.
Trish was used to having to wait eight-to-ten hours for bathroom breaks while on press tours and even her need was starting to get frustrating, after just a drink and a half. Jessica’s need was hers from the amount she’d drunk, her friend visibly fidgeting on the spot; though she wasn’t yet holding herself, however; as Jess herself boasted, she was: “The greatest superhero alcoholic in history’. She’d been able to hold on through all-night blackouts of drinking before. Still; as the minutes ticked on, Jessica began to feel a thicker tension building and began to feel like she badly needed to shit as well. Eventually, she’d had enough.
'Alright, that's it, i'm going' said Jessica, her bladder aching uncomfortably.
'Jess, come on, they're about to bring out the cake!' protested Trish. 'Just hold on a sec'.
'Oh and what she'll want me there to clap her? She doesn't even know me. I'm going to take a shit'.
Jessica said the last part too loudly, catching Beth the Waitress’s attention; who looked away sharply as Jessica rolled her eyes.
"What, you've never gone to the bathroom before?" she said scornfully, though she quickly walked on; her legs tightly rubbed together as she did. She could feel the urge building unusually quickly and; once around the corner, shoved a hand tightly in-between her butt cheeks in order to calm the need down. Trish considered waiting, however she had to admit; her own need was starting to get bad as well. She didn’t know what it was; perhaps food-poisoning from the hot-dogs Jessica had made them buy on the way there, however she didn’t want to risk it further and rushed after her friend, as the pressure in her bladder began to get worse.
Just as Trish left the main party-area, Jane, Carol and Valkyrie emerged from the kitchen and Pepper; spotting them, activated the tower’s sound system to play ‘Fifth Harmony – That’s My Girl’. As the three made their way down the steps, the room broke into applause; as Jane blushed. It felt strange to be applauded by princesses, government agents and heroes who had saved more lives than she could even conceive of. Her bladder pulsated nervously; however, she shrugged it off, assuming it was her normal fear of public speaking.
“Thank you so much” she said, as the room began to quieten.
As Jane began to give a small speech; thanking everyone for their attendance, most of the guests realised something: They were starting to feel in desperate need for the loo. Most tried to play it off at first but it grew worse quickly. A few hid it well; such as Pepper Potts and Peggy Carter, whose age and experience with corporate meetings allowed them to remain still despite the mounting pressure. A few; like the eighteen-year old Princess Shuri, crossed and uncrossed their legs, trying to find a comfortable spot to rest their aching bladders. Kamala Khan was in the latter category but was desperate now to show any weakness, as she looked towards her idol: Carol Danvers. More than anything, she wanted to make a good first impression with her and so forced herself to remain still; though sweat began to run down her forehead from the stress of holding it.
Seeing the young girl’s subtle distress, Peggy leaned over to her:
“Are you alright?” she whispered.
“Huh? Yeah, yeah I’m fine, all good” though Kamala knew it was fast becoming a lie. She couldn’t wait to find a bathroom, as the pressure quickly became so taxing, she was forced to tightly clamp her legs together; though she refused to fidget.
Finally, Jane’s speech ended and the cake was brought out, which Pepper cut out a piece of and offered it to Jane, who eagerly devoured it; to widespread laughter. As she finished the last bite, a second round of applause came and several women prepared to make a dignified but hasty rush to the nearest bathrooms, when suddenly; Jane moaned in agony.
All eyes in the room turned back to her, as Jane moaned again, feeling like someone had kicked her hard in the stomach; as Carol and Valkyrie rushed to her.
“Are you alright?” asked Valkyrie, concerned.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fi-”.
Jane never completed that sentence, before a new pain raced through her stomach and made her cry out in shock, relief, pain and horror; as the unthinkable began to happen.
A loud fart ripped through the air and moments later, a dark wet patch spread through the front of Jane’s jeans; running down her legs, as urine poured over her shoes and onto the steps. The crowd watched in shock as Jane Foster violently wet herself, yet as she turned around; trying to flee to a bathroom, the back of her jeans turned brown and began to expand outwards.
The smell hit several people in the room; who gasped for fresh air, as Jane’s trousers filled with her shit for over twenty-seconds, before she collapsed onto her knees, tears pouring down her face as she cried in shock and exhaustion.
She didn’t know what had happened, a few moments ago she’d been fine and then a pain had ripped through her bladder like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was like a white hot ball of fire had been inside her and there had been practically no way for her to fight it. She’d been overwhelmed in seconds; losing control of herself like a little girl, humiliating herself in front of a room full of the world’s most powerful and talented women. A day that was meant to be a great triumph had now turned into the most humiliating day of her life and she began to sob helplessly.
As everyone talked amongst themselves; unsure of how to respond, the voice of the AI ‘F.R.I.D.A.Y.’ came over the intercom:
“Barndoor Protocol activated’.
Metal sheets began to race down over every window and several entrances and exits to the room were closed, including those to the main bathroom areas; excluding a single bathroom that was mainly used by cleaning staff.
“Pepper, what’s going on?” asked Natasha Romanoff, as Pepper looked worried.
“I don’t know; I didn’t activate that”.
Carol flew over to the windows, trying to blast through the metal sheets but it was no good. Ever since Thanos’s attack two years ago on the Avengers Compound, both Avengers Tower and the main HQ; currently being rebuilt upstate, had been upgraded with Uru metal defences. They were strong enough to tank the full force of a nuclear blast, as well as a variety of magical and energy based attacks. Even Vibranium tech would glance off it uselessly. Carol reasoned that she could probably break through it with multiple hours concentrated assault but she knew she didn’t have hours to spend attacking it. Though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Carol Danvers was beginning to feel a desperate need for the toilet and by the time she realised; a cue of a dozen people had already formed for the only loo.
As Valkyrie comforted a distraught Jane Foster and several others discussed why she had lost control and why they had suddenly been trapped inside, one of the guests; a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent named Jemma Fitz-Simmons, looked over the wine glasses. Grabbing a random selection of snacks, she dropped several ingredients into a glass; stirring it with a fork, before her eyes widened with shock. She looked around her and saw a fellow agent; Melinda May, about to take another drink and knocked it out of her hands, the glass shattering on the floor, causing the waitress Beth who was carrying a tray of drinks, to nearly drop them in shock.
“Everybody stop drinking. Don’t touch anything” she called out, as all turned to look at her.
“Why, what’s going on?” asked Maria Hill.
“The drinks are poisoned”.
Meanwhile, Jessica and Trish had been halfway towards a bathroom on the next floor down, when the Barndoor Protocol sealed the bathrooms, trapping them in one of the hallways, just a few metres from relief. After several minutes of dancing around frustratedly; waiting for the emergency procedures to be lifted, Jessica had grown suspicious.
“Motherfuckers” she cursed.
“What?” asked Trish who; now unseen by anyone bar her best friend, had shoved two hands between her legs to help her hold against the burning pain in her bladder.
“Our bladders aren’t weak; the drinks were spiked. The last time I felt like this, this German asshole had spiked my drink, rather than pay after I found out his wife was fucking this French dude”.
“You sure?”.
“Yep. Asshole wasn’t even trying to kill me, he tagged me with a diuretic; just wanted to humiliate me and put the photos on Twitter. I spent two days over the crapper because of him. This feels just like that”.
This made sense to Trish, though it deeply worried her that someone had managed to sneak into the Avengers Tower for what seemed like little more than an elaborate practical joke.
“What happened to the guy?” asked Trish, trying to make light conversation.
“I broke his nose”.
Trish laughed, though this was a mistake and she bent over in agony, as she felt a spurt leak into her panties. She could feel a huge amount of shit barely contained inside her and desperately danced around, as Jess pressed against her pussy with one hand; the other tightly clenching her bum. Her super strength was allowing her to cope slightly better but even she was swaying side to side, desperately rocking on the soles of her feet; as she watched Trish struggle with sympathy. She probably couldn’t hold on for long but Trish was clearly seconds away from a massive accident and though she would never admit it, her heart went out for Trish more than anyone else.
“Jess, I can’t hold on… I think I’m going to wet myself”.
Jessica felt her mind go into overdrive; trying to find a way to help Trish, when suddenly, a thought came to mind.
“Get ready to run in” said Jessica, as Trish watched her in confusion.
Throwing off her leather jacket, Jessica grabbed onto the Uru metal slide covering the bathroom door and began to lift it with all her might. The building’s security defences kept trying to force it down and the metal cut into her hands but Jessica’s resolve held and so did her strength, forcing the metal slider upwards. Eventually, she’d lifted it high enough for Trish to get through.
“Go” said Jessica, struggling to hold it in more ways than one as Trish watched her friend begin to wet herself; unable to hold back her bladder while exerting so much strength. The wetness spread across Jessica’s jeans and the smell of shit began to permeate the air, as Jessica felt her black underwear fill up; shit squishing against her bum, before running down her legs in thick strands. Jessica grimaced in disgust but gave her friend a small smile, as Trish kissed her friend’s cheek.
‘I owe you one’ said Trish, before running into the bathroom.
Trish ran over the expensive white tiling, as she felt an intense pain rip through her stomach and cried out in agony; clutching herself tightly. She could feel her bladder muscles give way and her shit barely seconds away from escaping her.
“Oh no you don’t”.
Kicking open the bathroom door, she took her hands from her stomach and yanked down her trousers intensely; causing her to sway unstably on her feet. This proved to be the final straw and shit began to rapidly fill her red thong, as she fell onto the toilet; having lost complete control in the final seconds. Her piss began to stream out, soaking her shit filled thong rapidly as she moaned in frustration and relief. While still technically having an accident, she’d been to more than one party panty-less in skirts and dresses; also knowing how to clean extreme amounts of cum off her body. Carefully pulling off her panties and dropping them inside a small waste paper bin, she cleaned off her bum with toilet paper and the bathroom sink, before heading back outside. As she left the bathroom, Jessica released the Uru metal door slide and collapsed onto the floor; exhausted from the strain, as Trish heard the squelching sound spread from her best friend collapsing to the ground. Smiling, she went to sit next to her.
“I wouldn’t, I stink” said Jessica, trying to sound confident; a hint of vulnerability in her voice.
“I don’t care. You’re my best friend, you know that Jess” said Trish, wrapping her arm around Jessica and holding her against her shoulder.
“Don’t get all sappy on me” said Jessica, though a small smile was on her lips and she found lying in Trish’s arms made her feel better; despite everything.
“I’m glad you’re my sister”.
The two sat against the wall for several minutes, unable to move more than a few ft. down the hallway without the Uru defences blocking them. Instead, they simply relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company in silence; until suddenly, Jessica sat up and her eyes widened in realisation.
“What is it?” asked Trish.
“I know who poisoned us”.
Meanwhile, Lady Sif was dancing around desperately in the main party area’s only bathroom; utterly frustrated by her inability to remove the straps from her Asgardian Wolfskin cloak, as she felt her need increase tenfold. Underneath the complex cloak, she wore a thin blue buttoned shirt and black riding trousers and boots. Her whole body was vibrating with desperation as she tore at half-a-dozen straps, which for some reason were struggling to undo; despite her many years of experience with them.
“I am Lady Sif of Asgard, Victor of the battle of Harokin, the thousand-year maiden and warrior eternal” she thought furiously; dancing desperately on the spot. “I will not be laid low like some child and forced into having an accident… I won’t… I can hold on”.
Outside the bathroom door, a line of female heroines were desperately awaiting relief: The famed Princess Shuri was dancing about; hands shoved between her orange African skirt, her legs on full display as they twisted and contorted around each other in growing need. Behind her, a hero named Quake; otherwise known as Daisy Johnson, was shaking repeatedly, her black jeans pulled tightly against her crotch to help her hold; utilising her telekinesis to hold back an accident, though her mental grip was slowly failing. Valkyrie was third, having felt the urge creep up on her and though she felt humiliated having to; the queen of a nation now fidgeting constantly like a shy schoolgirl, the intense pressure in her bladder was burning and she could feel a burning need to shit as well. Her black leather trousers rubbed together uncomfortably and she could feel sweat running down her face.
Across the party, several people were handling it in different ways. The War Dogs & Dora Milaje representatives were handling it the best, Nakia and Okoye having only sipped small amounts of wine; true to their codes of always staying alert, meaning that only a small amount of the poison was in their systems in contrast to everyone else. Both sat on a large white sofa, Okoye in a dark black-dress; Nakia in a red-and-green multi-colour shirt and brown trousers, remaining composed. Even so, the earliest warning signs of desperation were there: Slight restlessness of their feet, minor fidgeting. However, both were looking towards Princess Shuri; their young charge who had drunk almost four glasses, who now seemed at imminent risk of an accident.
Several others were in various stages of it, however one who was very desperate but was refusing to show as few signs as possible was Kamala Khan. Her idol; Carol Danvers, was a few ft. from her, scanning the building’s metal shielding in her binary mode for weaknesses. Kamala would have been devastated to have an accident in front of any of these people but her? She absolutely would not allow it.
She had increased the size of her bladder to help handle the pressure, bloating her stomach out and making her belly show slightly underneath her top; which she self-consciously tried to pull over the bulge. Even with this increase, the pressure on her bladder still felt bad and she had her legs pressed tightly together; wanting badly to stay still.
Suddenly, Carol landed next to her and she froze up:
“Hey kid, you okay?” asked Carol.
“Y-yeah, I-I’m okay. Better than a lot of people” said Kamala nervously. “I-I mean, not better than them, they’re Avengers and stuff, I just mean-”.
“-Hey, it’s cool; no-one’s going to take it personally. Looks like somebody really got the jump on us huh”.
“Y-yeah”.
“I’m Carol”.
“K-Kamala”.
“I know; you’ve been using my moniker”.
Kamala stared nervously towards a frowning Carol, who after several seconds; smiled.
“I’m honoured. I heard about the Inhuman families you helped. You should be proud of yourself”.
Despite her bladder’s pain and the pressure of the situation, Kamala briefly forgot everything and beamed with delight from receiving praise from her personal hero.
“Thanks! So… you have any ideas on how long we’ll be here?”.
“Not sure… guess we’ll see how long it takes for the eggheads to crack the security system”.
“Well, you’re Captain Marvel!” said Kamala obviously, with grinning fan-delight. “I bet you’ll figure a way to get us out of here first, I know it!”.
Carol smiled reassuringly, however she could feel a painful tension growing inside her. She'd taken a small bite of the cake but even that was enough to poison her bloodstream with almost the worst infection out of anyone. A full slice had driven Jane to an accident in under a minute and had she still had a normal human body, she would already be filling her tight blue jeans; however, she was lucky. Her binary powers could be focussed on one part of her body for a limited time and while they were active, she knew it would be impossible for her to lose control.
It wouldn't stop her growing desperation however and she had to fight not to squirm around visibly. She was Captain Marvel, not just a hero on earth but all over the galaxy. Eight different Skrull planets had national holidays dedicated to her, an accident was simply out of the question. For them, humiliation would be; at the very worst, planet-wide. For her, wetting herself or; as was far more likely with every passing minute, completely shitting herself: That would be a galaxy-wide scandal. It might even put planets under her protection at risk from enemies who now saw her as weak.
“I’ll be right back” said Carol, smiling at Kamala; as she walked into the now abandoned kitchen area. As she did, another burst of intense pain wracked her stomach and she felt her knees lock together; against her control, for a few seconds. Forcing herself to stand still; though her legs were tightly pressed together, she felt herself sweating profusely. She badly needed to go and had she been alone, would have happily let go onto the floor or even given in to having an accident through her clothes but in front of everyone: So many who looked up to and saw her as invincible; a hero among heroes... her face burned red with embarrassment at the thought.
This couldn't be happening. She couldn't let it happen... she wouldn't... she hoped.
While Carol and Kamala struggled to hide their growing desperation, S.H.I.E.L.D agent Jemma Fitz-Simmons was hard at work on an antidote; having improvised a workshop out of a buffet table. She was now using her headset to communicate with her husband, Leopold James Fitz-Simmons; who she always referred to as ‘Fitz’.
“Have you tried using a Dimercaprol solution?” asked Fitz, as they bounced ideas between them.
“It’s definitely not mercury poisoning, we’re not showing the right symptoms. There’s definitely a Sodium Bicarbonate solution to instigate forced diuresis, half of us are squirming like mad and Jane lost control in minutes” explained Jemma.
“I do love it when you talk dirty with chemicals” said Fitz humorously, as Jemma laughed; then moaned in pain, forcing her legs tightly closed. Her black jeans were tight and the pressure on her bladder, intense; as she squirmed frustrated on the spot.
“Fitz, don’t make me laugh, it hurts” she complained.
“Sorry. Is there anything else I can do”?
“Just notify the authorities and see if you can get them to open these doors, make sure the press don’t find out and have Damage Control sweep the state water supplies; if they’re targeting us, it could be the start of a state-wide attack. We can’t let that happen”.
“Always the hero, aren’t you” said Fitz admiringly.
“I’m glad you think so” said Jemma, as she moaned in agony. “Because…”.
“What is it?”.
“I can’t focus on making an antidote when my bladder is burning like this. I’ve only got a few minutes anyway but I could still save a few of the others from going through the same, if I get an antidote in time”.
“What are you saying?”.
“Well, I think we’ll be marathoning Doctor Who tonight in our pyjamas; instead of after-party antics. Fitz… I’m going to wet myself”.
Her voice was shaky but stayed strong; despite the vulnerability in her tone and true to her nature, Jemma’s blunt statement of fact was exactly what was happening. A handful of her fellow heroes watched as a small wet patch sprung up on the back of her jeans and began running heavily down her right leg, Fitz moaning in frustration and annoyance as the liquid drenched her white-lace knickers; that she had worn for Fitz later, before running into her red-trainers. A few moments later, a quiet fart sound followed and Fitz felt a small log of shit slide through her panties; smearing her white-lace, before pieces broke off against her bum and ran down the inside of her jeans, turning the outline of her black-jeans bum, dark brown. Sighing in frustration, she wiped the tears from her eyes and took deep breaths, calming down her blushes and trying not to internalise that she had just willingly pissed herself; then shit in her jeans, in front of dozens of the world’s most powerful women.
Instead of judgment however, several looking at her admiringly; realising what she had just done for them.
“That was a noble thing you just did” said Okoye.
Jane Foster approached; now cleaned and changed into the only spare clothes they could find, some of Tony Stark’s old clothing: Wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt and tight black jeans, her eyes were puffy from sobbing but she smiled gently at her.
“I wish I’d handled that with as much grace as you did”.
“It wasn’t your fault” re-assured Jemma, as she briefly stopped looking at her scientific gear; feeling especially bad for her. “You couldn’t have known”.
“… Anyway, what can I do to help” asked Jane, looking at the equipment.
Jemma could tell she needed the distraction from her humiliation and so, smiling; handed her an improvised microscope.
“Let’s get to work”.
Meanwhile; as the two-scientists searched for an antidote, Lady Sif was hitting her breaking point. She couldn’t understand what was happening, as the weaves seemed almost magically bound; as she fought ferociously to tear them.
“I’ve got this completely under control” she told herself mentally, as she could feel her bladder control slipping away; a spurt of pee dampening her riding jeans. “No, no, no! I won’t have an accident! I am not some New Asgardian schoolgirl who can’t hold it… I can hold it… I… I… I can’t hold it!”.
The moment she accepted that, her control shattered. She began to pee furiously, as piss raced through her and soaked her thick undergarments, flooding the dark-blue panties before soaking into her trousers. Lady Sif shook and clenched between her legs tightly; trying to prevent the accident even as it occurred, yet nothing she did helped as pee burst through her fingers and felt an intense log of shit building in her anus.
“Allfathers be merciful, not that too, oh please not that!”.
Her prayers went unanswered however and she felt the piss run down into her boots, as she began to fill her underwear with an enormous amount of shit: She tried to clench her buttocks but every-time Lady Sif attempted this; an enormous pain shot through her body, forcing her to re-open them. Pee was running off her legs in four huge streams, as she continued to violently wet herself; while shit filled her underwear with alarming force. Soon, she heard a horrendous elastic snap and realised; with horror, that the weight of the shit coming from her ass had broken her worn out panties and now their load poured down her legs in large clumps; bulging her trousers at several places, as she felt tears roll down her face. Her whole body was shaking with relief and humiliation, causing Lady Sif to collapse into a rapidly growing puddle around her; sobbing quietly in despair.
“I am a disgrace to New Asgard and to the Allfathers, I don’t deserve to be called a warrior, a lady; I’m no better than a common child in battle” she thought, crying with despair as her accident finally slowed and eventually; came to a stop. The damage was bad. A huge puddle; almost 6ft. wide, had filled nearly the entire bathroom floor and pieces of her shit had fallen through her tight trousers; over her ankles, into the puddle. Her entire bottom half was soaked and Lady Sif shivered, unable to take the humiliation and never wanting to leave the room. She thought about going into exile; possibly in this bathroom, perhaps even swearing herself to a New Asgardian Temple. She could learn Groot, shave her head, have cold showers every day and pretend that she was anyone other than the once proud warrioress of Asgard and New Asgard, who had just humiliatingly soaked herself on the floor.
Her only solace was that nobody witnessed the accident itself, yet as soon as she emerged; people would know, the damage was too bad. She thought about her last accident, seven-hundred and eighty-two years ago at the Ninth Great Battle of Vannaheim. It had been her first ever large-scale conflict, against a group of marauding bandits; aided by several-hundred renegade Frost-Giants: Extremists who stood against the Odin-Laufey Peace Treaty. The beasts had terrified her and when one had knocked her flying a dozen ft. back; her survival only being down to her trusty-shield, she remembered soiling herself in armour then as the Frost Giant approached. The feeling of disgust as pee had soaked her body, the fear of looming death, the rage at being humiliated; during a time when Asgardian women were nowhere near as respected for their potential as warriors, all this had driven her to move quickly enough to avoid the giant’s next attack and behead the beast with her sword in one sword slash. An impressive feat; even for a veteran warrior, she had built her reputation from that day forth and had made a secret promise to herself to never be so humiliated again.
Yet here she sat, shivering, alone and ashamed; wanting never to emerge.
As Lady Sif felt sorry for herself, several other women paid dearly for her lack of motivation to leave the bathroom. Chief among these, was Princess Shuri; whose near constant-fidgeting had reached a fever pitch; as she danced despairingly on the spot.
“Open up, open up right now!” she screamed, banging on the door; as people noticed a tendril of pee run down her left leg. “No, no, no, no, no!”.
The Wakandan Princess’s loss of control was instant, as she felt her green-patterned underwear instantly fill with piss and shit simultaneously; the combination turning into a soggy mess, as both raced down her legs as a brown sludge, the smell making Quake and Valkyrie step back; their own desperation worsened tenfold by witnessing the princess’s accident. Shuri shook with relief as her body’s control vanished, her only saving grace being that her nanotech Shuri-brand ‘Sneakers’ prevented the waste from running over feet; instead dripping into thick small puddles around her at several parts. Her black legs trembled with relief as the princess walked slowly from the cue; as if in a trance, to a watching Nakia and Okoye. While both ladies’ needs were getting considerably worse now, both focussed on their princess as she fell into their arms; openly sobbing, reduced to feeling like the young girl she was always scared of seeming for the first time in many years.
Daisy; now first in the cue, stepped forwards to try and reach the bathroom door, half-tempted to rip the door off with her powers, however before she could do anything, an intense pain ripped through her and she screamed in agony; a wave of telekinetic energy bursting from her as she did. Valkyrie was knocked down to the ground; spun back several ft., half a dozen guests had to brace to avoid falling and several dozen-wine glasses in the room shattered, as Beth the Waitress screamed in fear.
Daisy’s accident was something to behold, as it was over in eight seconds; yet was utterly spectacular. Her powers forced her accident to burst out of her rapidly, causing piss to flood over every part of her black trousers instantly; as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over them, several streams of pee springing from the trousers like hoses and spraying out around her over the floor, before shit exploded from her ass. That was the only term for it. To all the women there, it was as if Daisy’s ass had expanded to double its size in seconds; while turning brown almost as fast, the spray so fast that shit leaked over the top of her trousers, dripping onto the floor.
Meanwhile, Valkyrie taking the brunt of the telekinetic blast had shattered the last of her control and she had begun wetting herself mid-air; an extremely odd sensation. Upon hitting the ground, she was already lost to wetting herself and had resigned herself to this fact. “Fuck” she moaned, as pee flooded through her tight black-trousers; while Carol came and rubbed her shoulders supportively. Pee poured down her legs and her Asgardian biology meant that; unfortunately, her over-filled bladder drenched her clothing with pee until it was truly sodden and then just kept going: Able to hold more than 5x the average human bladder. Valkyrie continued to wet herself furiously, though as she felt a small amount of shit work its way out of her; she grunted humorously. More than ten millennia putting her liver through varying degrees of alcoholism meant that; even poisoned, only a small amount of shit was now forcing its way out, only half-filling her black underwear and slightly bulging the stockings she was wearing for Carol later, however not visibly showing or smelling to the other people. She felt a slight sense of pride in that, somewhat morosely pleased that her accident was less humiliating then the standard of most so far.
“Guess it’s over for me as well” said Valkyrie, trying to shrug it off dismissively; though Carol saw through the attitude.
“Hey, you did fine” said Carol re-assuringly.
“They’ve still got a few spare towels in the kitchen, if you want to clean up” offered Beth the Waitress.
As Valkyrie went to do just that, Carol followed her and took her soaked clothing as Valkyrie stripped off her black-jeans and underwear; Carol running them under hot-soaking water.
“I didn’t realise you’d be getting naked this early into the night” said Carol flirtatiously, trying to cheer Valkyrie up.
“Well, you know me and my urges” said Valkyrie; disappointed in herself, though her tone had a slightly receptive and playful edge to it.
“An Asgardian Queen should really behave better” said Carol, pressing herself against Valkyrie; who was now completely naked from the waist down. Her long legs still had tendrils of pee on them, her ass smeared with shit but Carol grabbed her butt cheeks anyway, kissing the Valkyrie’s neck; who moaned in pleasure.
“You know I’m disgusting at the moment, right?” said Valkyrie, already giving in to this new pleasure; the memory of her accident beginning to fade.
In response, Carol bite down on Valkyrie’s shoulder; giving her a love-bite, as the queen moaned in pleasure.
“What is going on with you?” said Valkyrie, moaning gently. “You’re never this bold in public”.
Carol pulled off Valkyrie’s black-leather jacket and shirt, leaving her completely naked, as she kissed down from her neck, Captain Marvel’s lips wrapping around the Queen of Asgard’s nipples; the latter moaning in delight. She felt a new form of wetness against her pussy, as Carol’s kissed one beast with her mouth, rolling the other with her hand; aggressively teasing it with lustful passion. Valkyrie grabbed Carol’s butt and slide one hand inside her blue jeans; making Carol moan, as her fingers traced down over the Valkyrie’s naked body. It was toned, muscular and irresistibly sexy to Carol; a warrior-women like her, who despite her recent accident, oozed confidence and sexiness to Carol. Her hand slid in-between the Asgardian’s legs, one finger playing with the entrance to her soaking wet pussy, as the Valkyrie stifled a scream. Carol’s fingers teased her, running gently over her clit and then; two slid inside her, as Valkyrie bit Carol’s shoulder to avoid screaming and alerting half-the-party to what was going on. The risk they could be caught at any moment seemed only to excite them further and Carol began throbbing her fingers faster inside Valkyrie.
“Oh fuck me!” said Valkyrie; unable to take any further teasing, as she leapt onto Carol in a flash, her legs wrapping tightly around her as she began to frantically kiss her. However; rather than the reaction she hoped, Carol moaned in pain not pleasure and her knees buckled, as she moaned at her to get off through interlocked tongues, which Valkyrie did. Once she’d stepped back, Carol desperately held herself; clutching in-between her tight blue jeans, as she danced around for several seconds, before finally slowing down and removing her hands, though her legs remained tightly locked together.
“You used me to get horny, so you’d be distracted?”.
“Are you mad?” asked Carol nervously”.
“… No, that’s pretty smart actually; wish I’d thought of it earlier”.
Carol gently laughed, though moaned at doing so and gently fidgeted on the spot. Valkyrie looked towards her sympathetically.
“Carol, you don’t have to act so strong all the time” said the Valkyrie, watching her girlfriend’s subtle desperation; as she attempted to re-hide it.
“You know that’s not so true” said Carol bluntly.
“Trust me, I used to think weakness was feeling stuff; I spent thousands of years drinking away that feeling. It’s not worth it”.
“If I show weakness, the Skrulls could be in danger. The Kree hunt them like dogs and they only avoid their new star-system, because it’s under my protection. If they start thinking I’m weak, millions could suffer, galactic war. I can’t let that happen. Not after what I did to hurt them”.
“That’s not on you” said Valkyrie, frustrated to see Carol’s guilt-complex returning in those moment of stress. “You were lied to, brainwashed and deceived. Trust me, Asgard had its own issue with tricksters and liars and everytime people try to put on a front, it just makes things worse in the long run. Trust me”.
“You know I do” said Carol gently, kissing Valkyrie gently; before hugging her. “But I still can’t risk it. Not today. When things are more stable, then maybe I can afford to make mistakes… until then… higher, further, faster baby”.
Though trying to say the last words confidently, there was a vulnerability in them that Valkyrie couldn’t ignore and her next question was straight to the point.
“You know it’s possible you might lose control tonight, right?”
Carol felt a chill run down her spine at the Valkyrie’s blunt honesty and turned away; angrily.
“I won’t”, she said; though deep-down Carol wasn’t so sure.
Captain Marvel wasn’t the only one trying to hide her desperation. While none of the women in the room wanted to humiliate themselves, there were five others in particular who were suppressing their need more than most.
The first was Natasha Romanoff AKA Black Widow. One of the world’s most talented spies and one of the six OG Avengers, she had a fearsome reputation based on manipulation, intelligence, seduction and a brutal history as a former villain. Dressed in a white-blouse and black-jeans, she had been used to mission assignments where using a bathroom was simply not an option for days at a time and had been trained on how to limit the impact of poisons on her body; with her KGB breathing techniques and seating position currently limiting the spread of the toxin through her bloodstream. Even so, there were cracks in her mirage of calm.
She was subtly squirming on a sofa, every minute or two changing her resting position or subtly playing with her red-hair; twisting it around a finger. During her training in the ‘Red Room’, all the girls had been terrorised for even the slightest displays of humanity, vulnerability and worst of all: Weakness. Natasha still heard the screams of a fourteen-year old Black Widow trainee, a girl named Olyeina. The girls had been practicing subterfuge distraction: Ballet mixed with gunplay. To throw them off, the room’s temperature had been adjusted to over 40 degrees’ heat and though they were provided water and small amounts of food, no bathroom breaks were permitted.
For eight and a-half-hours, they had been training; several of the girls had grown desperate, Natasha included. Each were squirming in their faded pink leotards, their legs clamped where they could; a few girls holding themselves when not displaying their moves to the school’s: ‘Teachers’. Olyeina however had been the most desperate of all, visibly in pain and a bright wet-spot on her leotard; as she squared up for a spinning dance-kill. Halfway through the routine, she had frozen mid-turn as pee began to pour through her leotard, running down her legs and onto the floor of the training studio. One second later, a 54mm bullet had pierced her skull; fired from the instructor’s Dragunov Sniper Rifle.
Try as she might, many of those memories had not left Natasha and though she recognised the fear as irrational, she was terrified that an accident would somehow bring another bullet racing through her; leaving some other poor soul to stare into her blood-filled eyes and become a monster. As such, she hid her need to go as best she could; though this was slowly becoming more difficult.
The second woman who was hiding her needs was Nebula. The former daughter of the Mad-Titan, she was a dark purple sleeveless vest and dark-red trousers, the legs they covered clamped tightly together. She was practically frozen stiff on one of the sofas, only moving her eyes around in paranoia; as if scanning for threats. Over the last year since Thanos’s defeat and her sister’s return, she had begun to properly come out of her shell; yet now she was regressing from fear: Staring angrily, even as Gamora tried to calm her down.
During her upbringing with Thanos, Nebula had been routinely beaten, tortured and ‘upgraded’ for her failures in battle with Gamora. One such time was when the two girls; aged only twelve, were both sent to retrieve an egg from an Abilisk nest. The two had raced to do so, only to disturb the beast with their fighting. In a rare moment of co-operation from their youth, the two sisters had fought to kill it; yet the beast’s enormity had proved hard to overcome. In a key moment, Nebula had counted on her sister for an assist in removing a crucial tentacle of the beast; allowing her to use on of its broken teeth to stab through an eye. However, Gamora had failed to do so and Nebula had been sent flying back into a cave wall, injured, blood pouring from her forehead, dazed and watching with horror as Gamora snuck past the now distracted beast, grabbed the egg and made off back to their father.
Disorientated, Nebula had been terrified of dying at the beast’s hand and when it lunged at her, she had screamed; violently soaking herself in fear, as pee had run down her legs, only the cave’s entrance narrowly blocking the creature from swallowing her hole. Returning to her senses, she had managed to kill the beast only after stabbing it’s left eye over fifty-eight times with the broken tooth; leaving her wounded but alive in the aftermath. Returning bruised, battered and covered in her own pee, Thanos had shown no affection nor mercy for his daughter’s bravery; instead insulting her: ‘Inability to follow my commands’ and ‘The self-control in battle of a weak animal’. Thanos had broken both her legs for that; shattering them with the hilt of his sword, then ordered her to be operated on; without anaesthesia, in order to remove her ‘childish bladder’ and replace it with an augmented storage capacity, which had caused her severe pain for several years. That was the moment she had stopped believing Gamora would ever be her sister; no matter how much she wanted it, which despite the opposite being true now: The circumstances had brought back this memory and Nebula struggled with both the PTSD of the past and the physical pain of the future.
The third was Okoye, General of the Dora Milaje. Unlike the majority of the women in the room, Okoye had never had an accident past potty-training. As a child, her physical and mental discipline made her an early candidate for a warrior and she had risen through the ranks over the year; until she was Wakanda’s most respected military leader in generations. T’Chaka had once called her: ‘The disciple of discipline’ and King T’Challa himself had introduced her once to a group of domestic-abuse survivors, saying: ‘This woman is a rival to any man; even a Black Panther’. When one of the women at the Wakandan outreach shelter had said that her husband was a trained UFC fighter and regularly beat her, Okoye had visited his home. Four minutes after entering, she had exited with a cup of tea and explained that: ‘It took ten seconds to beat him, your kettle was just slow’. The husband had thirty-four shattered bones and never laid a finger on his wife again.
Now, she sat here in a gorgeous black dress and thin, black cotton panties; slowly feeling her needs creeping up on her for the first time she could remember. She was used to holding for 20+ hours straight without even minor difficulty, so this felt disconcerting and she squirmed about with growing annoyance; uneasy. The Dora Milaje were the pride of Wakanda and she would never allow herself to disgrace that lineage, though as each minute passed, her pride was slowly turning to fear as the need got worse; her feet rhythmically tapping the ground or her pacing the room to avoid cramps.
The fourth was Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Maria Hill. Arguably the most powerful woman in western espionage, her journey there had been long and hard, full of sexist discrimination, constant male chauvinism and more than one Agent believing she was a hot lay for Nick Fury; than trying to have their way with her. She had disabused more than a dozen men of that notion, yet knew that even after several years; her position was not wholly secure. While she had Nick Fury’s trust, many of the world’s governments they worked with had less than progressive policies towards women and instinctively distrusted her presence. The slightest sign of unprofessionalism or immaturity would be seized upon by these nations, who would demand her removal. As such, she watched Jemma Simmons anxiously; as she continued to work towards brewing an antidote, hoping she would be able to get one in time.
Dressed in a black leather jacket, dark grey jeans and red-shirt; her long brown hair flowing loose, she had her legs tightly crossed over each other and was subtly pressing against her stomach; trying to help her hold, as she felt a wave of pain rip through her.
“What’s the ETA on that antidote Fitz-Simmons?” demanded Maria; more aggressively than usual.
“I should have an experimental one ready in twenty-minutes ma’am. But…” she tailed off, looking concerned.
“What?”.
“I have very limited supplies” explain Jemma. “At most, I might be able to make two or three; maybe half a dozen. If we don’t get those doors open…”.
“Then a lot more of us are going to end the night like Catholic schoolgirls” said Maria frustratedly.
“Ma’am?” asked Jemma, confused.
“Fucked”.
Jemma nodded.
“Do what you can” said Maria, as another wave of pain ripped through her and she tried her best not to audibly wince. Even if she could hold it until then, she was dreading how they would decide who got it.
The final woman who was trying to suppress her needs was Peggy Carter. Despite appearing to be among the calmest, resting calmly against a wall; only very gently fidgeting, she was actually doing the worst of all. She had let out a small leak into her white cotton panties just over two minutes ago and was sweating profusely with worry, realising that she could barely hold on any longer. She felt ashamed and stupid, yet frustrated at the same time.
Several in the room had turned to her for supportive words; struggling with their own impending accidents, expecting the WW2 legend to have some magical ability to hold on. However, she was nearly at her breaking point and in her mind; why shouldn’t she be? She hadn’t used the bathroom for several hours and had been poisoned, hit with a high dosage as she had already drunk two full champagne glass before learning the truth.
Despite the times for women being more progressive, Peggy could see that they still; sub-consciously, expected her as a woman from a bygone era to be ‘stronger’ than them. Made of sterner stuff. It frustrated her to no end and she began to sway on the spot, feeling an impending accident but desperately trying to hold it; as her knees bent slightly together, an imminent sign of release. She felt vulnerable and sick to her stomach at the thought of a public accident. Growing up, women had access to virtually none of the positions they did now and every attempt at her to progress came with constant mockery and testing; attempting to discredit her. One time, she remembered being put on assignment with a field operative who would report every time she used the facilities to relieve herself; despite him always taking far, far longer. It had led to her holding for up to 14 hours at a time, often racing home to her own apartment; barely making it to the loo.
At the end of their latest assignment, they had been on stakeout for seventeen hours; only to be involved in a shootout that left him injured and her having to perform emergency medical; all while bursting to use the toilet. She had escorted him to hospital and finally been given relief to return home by her superior; who had to throw in a comment about her ‘beautiful ass’ before he went, as she struggled to get back in time.
She had her hand shoved between her black pinstripe skirt that day, climbing the steps to her apartment, the top of her stockings damp and her large undergarments sodden to the touch. Tendrils of pee were snaking down her legs by the time she got her front door open and she had left a trail of drops all the way to her bathroom door, only failing at the very last hurdle. The moment she had stepped onto her cold bathroom floor, her body had frozen up; the coldness against her feet making the thin line between control and despair snap, causing her to lose control.
Peggy Carter, former Bletchley Park Code Breaker and an extraordinary champion for women’s rights, had wet herself less than 2 ft. from her toilet, as pee flooded from her exhausted bladder, racing through her large, blue grandma style knickers and causing a wet spot to expand rapidly on her skirt; as pee flowed down her legs like a waterfall. It had been burning hot, yet the feeling sent a chill down her spine as she screamed in frustration, collapsing onto the floor in exhaustion as a puddle spread around her bum, legs and half her body was completely soaked; while Peggy’s eyes filled with tears. Over twenty-hours-worth of pee and her dignity had flowed onto that bathroom floor, as Peggy sat in silence; watching herself lose control with a cold indifference once the accident was in full swing, observing it as if a science experiment. She could picture everything her colleagues would say if they ever found out:
‘Mrs. Carter, are you sure a woman with your… temperament, is suited for this line of work?’.
‘Look everyone, Pissy Peggy’s here to save the day!’.
‘This everyone is why you don’t send a woman to do a man’s work’.
Eventually, her accident had abated and she’d sat there; unmoving for several minutes. Then, as if something within her had snapped, she began smashing most of the things in her bathroom: Shampoos were sent spinning into the bathtub; lids torn, towels were ripped, makeup drenched in her piss and the mirror shattered; Peggy eventually calming and staring at her own tear-stained reflection in the mirror. That was six-months before she met Steve Rogers and it had been the lowest moment of her life. The next morning, she had gone into work as usual: Calm, collected; not rising to the insults and sexism around her, brushing off her own emotions and ensuring no one else ever learned of them. Yet here she was now, her old pain resurfacing and feeling incredibly alone; as her desperation was threatening to overwhelm her.
Suddenly, Kamala Khan walked past her; clearly badly struggling also, her legs constantly criss-crossing, though everytime Carol Danvers came near, Kamala froze up, shrunk her body to normal size and acted as if nothing was wrong, only to desperately clutch her re-expanded body once Carol was out of the way; in even more pain than before from the deception.
“Why are you hiding it from her?” asked Peggy, momentarily distracted from her own desperation.
Kamala turned; blushing bright red as she realised Peggy had seen her, as she tried to stand still and act casual, though her badly shaking legs gave away the deception.
“W-what, I’m not trying to hide anything” said Kamala defensively, as she tried desperately not to fidget.
Peggy raised an eyebrow at her and the eighteen-year-old Kamala sighed, crossing her legs and blushing.
“Okay, yeah… I just… she’s my hero” said Kamala, tears in her eyes; as she bounced up and down on the spot. “Like, you’re all my heroes but she’s the hero for me. When I was being bullied at school or called a suicide bomber or my parents were struggling for money, she was the one thing I could count on in my life. It’s just…”.
Kamala began to quietly sob, now openly holding herself in front of Peggy Carter; both hands shoved in-between her blue jeans, as the older woman’s heart went out for her. She could see some of her old spark; as well as her teenage fears, inside the poor girl and forced her own needs aside; with some difficulty, to put a hand on her shoulder.
“Kamala” she said gently, as she the young hero looked up. “We often try to be too much for the world around us, going beyond what we should be and making ourselves suffer for no reason. Carol seems a kind, understanding person. She’s not going to judge you should anything happen. So why should you judge yourself?”.
Kamala thought about this for several seconds, as Peggy’s words hit home, though Kamala still felt rough.
“Because… I want to be worthy of her. I want her to know I’m not just some stupid kid who thought it would be cool to steal her name. I want to be worthy of where I am, I mean, this is Avengers tower, how cool is that!” beamed Kamala; momentarily forgetting herself, as Peggy smiled at her enthusiasm.
“But you’re all… amazing. I mean, there’s queens and super spies and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and… you know, actually impressive people here. Captain Marvel fought Thanos one-on-one, the original Wasp stopped a nuclear missile, you fought the Nazis! You’re all legends and I’m just…”.
“You’re more than enough, that’s what you are” said Peggy Carter firmly, as a searing pain ripped through her body; though she remained calm and still. “Most of those women here are going to have probably had accidents before tonight’s done; regardless of whether they’re legends or not… including me”.
“What? No, you won’t; you’re Peggy Carter”.
“I’m afraid it’s happening right now”.
Kamala’s eyes widened in surprise, staring in disbelief as she watched pee flood down Peggy Carter’s legs; running in thick strands, as she stood firm; smiling gently at Kamala, before wincing in pain as her stomach cramped with pain, then release. Peggy felt a thick log of shit slowly emerge from her asshole, pushing deeply into and against her white cotton panties; filling the air around her with the smell of crap. Kamala was too stunned to even notice, shocked at this mature-hero; one of her main icons, completely wetting herself in front of her. The pee ran over Peggy’s black-heeled shoes; spreading into several trickling streams, as she moaned gently with pleasure. The feeling of relief was desperately needed and she saw Kamala; as well as several others, staring at her in shock but refused to let herself be shaken by it. Instead, she continued wetting herself; small brown rivers of piss dripping down the back of her legs and filling her heels, as she embraced the humiliation by refusing to let it dominate her.
Finally, after a solid minute of Peggy losing control; Kamala’s own desperation outweighed her shock and seeing Peggy wet herself made that same need go into overdrive. Turning away just as Peggy’s accident ended, she ran up a flight of stairs to the abandoned indoor balcony; desperately clutching at herself, wanting to try and hide her desperation alone and away from witnessing any more accidents that could break her focus.
“Right, well; now that that’s done with” muttered Peggy to herself, heading towards the kitchen to see if there were any fresh towels. As she did, she passed by Carol Danvers.
“Mrs. Danvers, if I may?”.
“Of course, what is it?”.
“Have you met Kamala Khan yet?”.
“No, I haven’t had time tonight yet” admitted Carol.
“Well I suggest you make it. She’s a few minutes away from an accident and if she loses control while you’re here, it’s going to shatter her. She needs you. She needs to know it’s okay”.
Kamala was stood against the balcony rail; both hands shoved down the inside of her jeans and clutching tightly, her belly bloated to five times its normal size, as she considered her options. She could give in and lose contr- “NO”, she thought frustratedly; as she danced desperately on the spot, pacing in a small circle. She could try gently leaking on purpose to ease the pressure. Cautiously, she let out a tiny spurt and was barely able to clamp it shut after a full second of peeing into her blue-red-and-white striped cotton knickers. She looked in panic for a wet spot on her trousers and couldn’t see one; sighing with relief, though she couldn’t afford any more leaks. What else could she do? She could give in and lose contro- “NO, NO, NO” she thought; as she furiously chided herself for drinking that stupid champagne.
Suddenly, she heard a gentle creaking and realised that somebody was coming up the balcony. She shrunk back to normal size; though the pain of doing so to her bladder was agony. She prayed it was Jemma Simmons with the antidote. Or Shuri with some nanotech solution. Peggy Carter with advice, Black Widow with recommendations; ANYBODY, just not…
“Hey” said Carol Danvers, reaching the balcony walkway.
Kamala froze as stiff as a board; both star-struck and terrified. She’d imagined meeting Carol a thousand times: During hero duty, at a press conference after, she’d rehearsed the conversation for a dozen different scenarios but had never thought to prepare for what to say if her hero found her; on the verge of the worst accident of her life, about to piss and shit her jeans in front of her.
“Hi” said Kamala, unable to speak.
“I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while, I heard about you taking my moniker”.
Kamala’s heart stopped, if Carol hated her for that and she lost control in front of her; she would die on the spot.
“I’m honoured” said Carol, smiling and Kamala breathed a slight sigh of relief.
“Thanks” said Kamala, smiling nervously. “You’re… amazing. I… I wanted to be like you”.
“That means a lot to me” said Carol, as she slowly walked towards Kamala; who seemed to be frightened the closer she got. “But you know that, you’re enough, right?”.
Kamala could barely think through the searing pain in her bladder, as she started to unconsciously squirm on the spot.
“What?”.
“You’re enough as you” explained Carol. “Just because you have my title, it doesn’t mean you have to… be me. Or live up to me. You should just be you”.
“Thanks” said Kamala, for the first time in her life; wanting to be anywhere else but with Carol Danvers right now. Her whole body was vibrating with fear and desperation, which Carol saw and sighed gently; before placing a hand on her shoulder.
“You can let go. It’s okay”.
Kamala felt like her world was burning down around her, here she was on the verge of a full-blown accident and Carol could see right through her. The humiliation was too much and she began to cry; sobbing violently as Carol pulled her in for a hug, knowing the girl had only seconds left before it happened.
“I’m sorry… i’m sorry” said Kamala; broken, through pained sobs.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for Kamala” said Carol; stroking the young girl’s black hair to sooth her.
“I’m a disappointment” she moaned, as Carol lifted her chin up to look her directly in the eyes. She could see a wet spot on the front of Kamala’s jeans; the size of a baseball, with her legs chattering so violently, Carol was afraid the poor girl was going to pass out.
“No you’re not. You’ll never be a disappointment to me” said Carol Danvers, as Kamala’s eyes lit up with surprise.
“You can let it go”.
Carol’s words were all it took to begin the inevitable, as she watched in surprise as the young girl’s stomach bloated out to ridiculous size; almost making her look pregnant, before Kamala’s legs somehow shook even more violently as she begun to violently wet herself. Pee ran down them faster than Carol had ever seen anyone; except for Daisy, lose control. Her blue jeans turned a darker shade and every dry bit of fabric was now soaking wet, as pee flowed from Kamala’s exhausted muscles; drenching through her sodden cotton panties.
Kamala felt her pee drench every bit of her legs, pee running over her knees and calves, splashing up onto her thighs, filling up her trainers and as she continued to pee herself, her ass released itself without any further hesitation. Shit began to expand and fill her panties, quickly staining the bum of her blue jeans a dark brown; as a dozen streaks of brown piss flowed out from her bum, as Kamala squatted in exhaustion, collapsing after a few seconds as tears continued to flow down her face.
Even with Carol’s approval, she felt utterly stupid; humiliating herself like this in front of her hero. She looked into Carol’s sympathetic eyes and was torn between feeling safe and utterly worthless, re-assured by Carol’s non-judgmental observation of the situation; disgusted by the voice in her head telling her she was a dumb teenager who thought she could be cool around the Avengers and had now humiliated herself.
Shit continued to fill her jeans, so much that it was filling the inside of her trousers and falling out through the edge; smearing her socks, covered the floor around her with brown, mushy shit. Kamala sighed with relief, annoyance and shame, as Carol carefully sat opposite her; neither saying anything for the next few minutes.
“So yeah… this is why they say don’t meet your heroes. You act like an idiot in front of them” said Kamala bitterly.
Carol laughed gently at the comment and; seeing Kamala desperately needed to stop idolising her, lifted the hem of her shirt. Kamala looked and saw a large scar, running from her naval to the hem of her trousers. She also noticed the gentle aura of her binary powers glowing around her stomach.
“You see this? I got this scar as an air-force pilot. You know how it happened?”.
“Probably something amazing, like you got shot down taking out an enemy base”.
“I wish!” laughed Carol. “I got into a bar fight and lost. Badly”.
Kamala looked shocked.
“You?”.
“Yeah, all the time back then. These four biker creeps were groping a waitress, I knocked one of them out but I was drunk and stupid. The other three pinned me and this big asshole sliced me with a broken beer bottle, my friend Monica saved my life; pulled a pistol on them and told them if they laid one more finger on them, she’d shoot their dicks off”.
Kamala momentarily burst out laughing.
“She sounds fucking awesome!” said Kamala excitedly, before looking embarrassed at having sworn. “Sorry”.
“No, you’re right. She is fucking awesome. Her and Lieutenant Trouble”.
“Who?”.
“Her daughter” smiled Carol fondly. “Anyway, Monica gets me an ambulance but before the paramedics arrive, I’m bleeding, I’m frightened, I’m drunk… I was scared… I wet myself” admitted Carol quietly.
“You… you did?” asked Kamala shocked.
Carol nodded.
“I know you feel like a dumb kid right now but I was older than you when that happened and you have a much better reason than I did! We’ve all been poisoned”.
“You had a good reason too!” said Kamala, defensive of her hero; even against self-criticism. “You were defending the woman”.
“True… Kamala, can I tell you something else?”.
Kamala nodded.
“You see this?” she said, gesturing to the display of her energy circling around her stomach.
“Yeah, your binary powers” recognised Kamala.
“I’ve only got this going, because if it wasn’t going against my stomach right now, I’d have already wet myself”.
“Wait, what? Seriously?”.
Carol nodded shyly.
“My bladder’s just regular old human and I tried a bit of the cake, before Jane did” explained Carol. “If it wasn’t for my powers, I’d have gone already and… I can’t afford to. A lot of Skrull lives depend on me not appearing… vulnerable” she said, choosing her words carefully; so as not to upset Kamala about her own accident. Now that she’d confessed, she began holding herself openly; helping with some much needed relief, though she was still in huge-pain; clutching herself tightly.
Kamala considered this for several seconds, clearly stunned that her hero was in such need; watching her desperately squirming was a true ‘down to earth’ moment, as her father liked to say whenever her ambitions got too fanciful. Suddenly, her face lit up.
“I can increase my body’s size and strength. I could get you and me out, down to the hallway bathrooms. If you can hold on till then, I can force the doors open quickly. I couldn’t do it for myself and safely get through” she explained, unknowingly highlighting the same problem that had doomed Jessica Jones to an accident earlier. “But I could hold it open for you. Maybe the others too”.
Carol smiled in appreciation, as the two women stood up; Kamala feeling confident, despite being covered in piss and shit in front of her hero.
“I owe you one Kamala… looks like you’re my hero for today”.
Kamala beamed with happiness at the approval; feeling on top of the world, she probably would have jumped with delight if not for the fear that tonnes of shit would come pouring out from her trousers. Walking to the balcony’s edge, they began to gradually make their way down the steps; watching as a commotion was coming to its end.
TEN MINUTES EARLIER
As Carol went up the balcony to comfort a bursting Kamala, a series of rapid-fire accidents occurred; each set off by the other. Wanda Maximoff; in her trademark red-jacket, wearing black jeans and grey trainers, was dancing desperately outside the bathroom door. Behind her was Melinda May, Pepper Potts and Nakia; all in varying states or urgent desperation. Melinda was jiggling about frantically on the spot; her butt shaking inside her black trousers, while Pepper frantically paced back and forth in a small circle; her knees buckling every few seconds, a smell tendril of pee on one leg.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., goddamn you, listen to me!” screamed Pepper into her smart-watch; personally designed by Tony Stark. “This is Pepper Potts, open the fucking doors, now!”.
“I’m sorry, I do not recognise your authority at this time” the voice replied; as Pepper screamed in anger once more.
Nakia was holding herself tightly; her bladder strength finally on the verge of cracking, as she turned towards Princess Shuri.
“My liege… forgive me. I cannot hold on any longer… do I have your leave?” she asked, her voice breaking on the last word.
Shuri nodded and not a second too soon, for immediately after, Nakia’s brown trousers began to expand with shit; not noticeably changing the colour, though a mid-shaped, dull wet patch began to form around her ass and spreading down her legs. Due to the tightness of her clothing, very little leaked out around her but the sight of piss spreading over the trousers was too much for Pepper; who then screamed in pain. The beige colouring of her business skirt began to darken and she cried out in relief and shock as pee burst through her fingers, pouring down her legs and drenching onto the floor, as shit filled her creamy knickers fast and dropped through the weak fabric in large clumps onto the floor; the horrendous smell filling the air, as Melinda and Wanda both gagged, the distraction enough to shatter their willpower.
As Wanda began to lose control, her eyes lit up red and she ripped the bathroom door off in frustration with her powers; revealing Lady Sif, still sitting in her puddle, despondent; who leapt to her feet in shock and fear at the sight of the angry witch. Wanda mentally grabbed her with her mind, pulling the Asgardian warrioress out as she fell onto one of the reception’s sofas; n nearly colliding into Gamora. Yet as she moved forwards, a wet patch slowly growing on the front of her trousers, another Uru metal sheet came over the bathroom door. Wanda tried to stop it but they were resistant to oppositional magic and the door slammed shut, as Wanda beat against it; screaming with rage, as piss soaked through her black jeans. A large log of shit then followed and though Wanda held it back with her powers for a few seconds, she collapsed to the floor as every woman in the room reacted to the bathroom being sealed off.
Nebula and Maria Hill in particular looked the most devastated; the former tearing up in self-hatred, the latter turning to Jemma in anger.
“Agent, how long!” she screamed, her own desperation at breaking point, as she openly held herself between her legs; clutching tightly to hold in the burning contents of her bladder.
“Wait, wait… I’ve got it!”.
Every woman in the room turned towards this announcement with a hopeful stare.
“I need someone with pure alien physiology to try it first” said Jemma. “If I’ve got this wrong, if one of you takes it; it will kill you. For non-earth biology, it should only make you throw up… probably”.
“That’s re-assuring” said Mantis, whose sapphire green dress was tucked between her legs; as she fidgeted on the spot.
“It’s got to be either you, Gamora or Nebula” said Jemma, as all eyes in the room turned to them.
Gamora was dancing openly on the spot, clearly desperate; while Nebula was practically vibrating, on the verge of an accident but unwilling to admit it. Mantis was similarly close but could broadly sense their desperation and her empathetic nature compelled her decision.
“Give it to one of them” said Mantis.
Gamora smiled at her, as Nebula felt an icy chill go across her spine. It had come down to her and her sister again. She knew how this story would go. She’d go to grab the formula, Gamora would knock her down and take it for herself; kicking her in the stomach to ensure she’d lose control. Everyone would watch as Nebula humiliated herself, piss pouring through her dark-red trousers and they would laugh at her. She felt herself tear up, she was going to be humiliated, she could her father’s insulting words ringing in her ears and knew that; like always, Gamora was about to-
“Give it to Nebula”.
Nebula’s train of thought came crashing down, as she looked towards her sister in shock. She knew the voice was hers, yet couldn’t believe it and stared in disbelief.
“What game is this?” asked Nebula aggressively; holding herself tightly between her legs. “Are you trying to humiliate me?”.
“No games Nebula… just me trying to make up for a lifetime of being a really shitty sister” said Gamora, as she grabbed the formula from Jemma and put in Nebula’s hand.
Nebula had been so angry and terrified a few moments ago; yet now that she had it, a sense of guilt washed over her.
“I don’t deserve it; you should have it” said Nebula.
“Yes you do, now take it”.
“No, I doubted you, I’m a bad person, you’ve always been worthier than me”.
“Nebula, no”.
“Gamora, please! I don’t deserve it, I…”.
Nebula’s voice tailed off in shock as Gamora uncrossed her legs and sighed deeply, choosing to lose control as Nebula stared in shock and the room watched them. Piss flowed down Gamora’s tight black-trousers, spreading over legs and running over boots; forming a puddle around them, as she looked Nebula dead-in-the-eye, who was staring at her and silently crying. Gamora felt her ass-cheeks spread, as shit filled her panties and trousers; squelching loudly as the smell added to the already shitty aroma of the room. Even so, she was smiling at Nebula as she stroked her face gently.
“I’m sorry I was such a terrible sister… now please, take it”.
Nebula stared at her for a few more moments; with a love that had never been there before, then quickly swallowed the formula; as the room waited nervously, staring towards Nebula for any sign of the antidote being poisonous.
The cyborg waited, feeling the pressure on her bladder and ass quickly receding; as the pain began to quickly drop, the need returning under her control.
“It works” said Nebula, smiling; a genuine smile of happiness for the first time in so many years.
The room cheered, as Beth the Waitress emerged from the kitchen; holding fresh towels. At this exact moment, Carol and Kamala began to walk down the balcony steps and realised what must be happening; Carol grinning in delight.
“Right!” said Jemma, as several women went to hug her; even a few who’d had accidents already. “Deputy director Hill; ma’am, you’re up fir-”.
She never finished her sentence. Beth had carelessly walked towards the group; slipping over the puddle of urine left by Pepper, crashing down onto the makeshift workshop table. The bags of formula Jemma had prepared were crushed between several dozen broken champagne glasses and Beth’s body, rendering the formula lost and worthless; as every single person’s face widened in horror.
“No!”.
Maria Hill screamed, perhaps in response to what just happened; perhaps for what happened only a few seconds later. Unable to cope with coming so close, Maria moaned in pain as tears rolled down her face, moans of despair as she felt her career, dignity and control slip from her poisoned body in a matter of seconds. A dark wet patch spread across her jeans, small at first but getting bigger every second; as her bum propelled shit into her panties at an alarmingly fast rate, the pain that had built up for over an hour finally expelled into her clothing. Maria screamed and cursed, sobbing as she shit herself horrifically in front of her colleagues; while utterly drenching herself in the process, the pee now utterly soaking her jeans and dripping into a puddle around her, that she now fell into in shame and self-loathing. Lady Sif; recovered from her violent bathroom eviction, watched with particular guilt and understanding: Wishing she could help her. Fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agents Melinda, Jemma and Daisy tried to comfort their superior but nothing they were saying was truly helping; for she knew the scale of what this meant if it got out, which she had already figured, it would somehow. She knew from years of intelligence experience: Nothing stays secret for long.
She had no idea just how right she would end up being.
As Maria collapsed into her puddle, Hope and Janet Pym; mother and daughter, stood staring at each other, desperately fidgeting and nodding. They had been holding throughout this entire evening, growing more and more desperate; almost in sync with each other’s desperation, as Hope had looked towards her mother for guidance. Both proud women, neither wanted to lose control in front of strangers but they had been left with fewer and fewer options as the night went on. Now, they were both at their breaking point. Hope’s black business suit was full of creases from all the fidgeting she had been doing for some time; her hands stuffed firmly between her legs, while her mother’s matching style grey one already had a small wet spot on her bum and she had been rocking back and forth on seats for some time. Neither could wet more than another minute without having an accident and both knew it.
“Ready?” asked Janet.
“Ready” replied Hope.
“This is going to hurt”.
The two simultaneously took shrinking pills; both generations of the Wasp unable to hold any longer, yet both wanting to avoid public humiliation. Each always carried around an emergency shrink pill; though doing it via chemicals ingested; rather than their suits, was always exceptionally painful. The two ran across the floor; screaming in pain, towards a nearby flower pot, which they clambered onto and collapsed into its soil.
There; unable to hold for another second longer, Hope felt the pee burst out of her black business suit intensely, soaking her trousers and running down her legs. As she was laying down, the pee also spread onto her back; which she groaned in disgust at, while her mother began to wet herself kneeling. The mature woman’s grey underwear filled with shit, piss bursting through seconds after as the speed of her accident intensified and she began to shit herself more intensely; the brownish mess spreading over her knees, as pee surrounded her in the soil.
Her daughter meanwhile had tried to pull down her business pants in time to shit into the soil, only to slip in her own pee-dampened soil and shit through her pink underwear; a colour she’d never admit she liked, halfway into the soil through her half exposed bum, while the other half fell back down into her trousers and ran awkwardly down her leg, causing the shit to spread all the way down to her ankles.
“Ugh, this is gross” said Hope; moaning softly in pain and relief.
“I had a few worse accidents in the Quantum realm when I first got trapped there… but not many” admitted Janet, her accident finally come to a halt.
“I’m sorry I lost control” said Hope, sitting up; as her mother came over and sat beside her.
“Why are you apologising? It’s not your fault” said Janet re-assuringly.
“I just thought you’d be disappointed in me” said Hope, a fragility to her tone that few rarely ever got to hear.
Janet hugged her daughter close.
“I’m not your father” said Janet gently. “He may be tough on everyone who doesn’t have 180 IQ points but I will always be proud of you”.
Hope leaned her head against her mother’s shoulder, enjoying being comforted by her; as she stroked her daughter’s hair. Janet knew her headstrong daughter would never admit it but she had lost out on a lot of the affection she should have had in her childhood, so she greatly treasured these tender moments of affection with her long-lost mother. Knowing that nothing else needed to be said, the two women sat there; drenched, their trousers full of shit, just enjoying each other’s company and finding a moment of peace and tranquillity in a bad situation.
Theirs’ was the only one however. While the Wasps had evaded public humiliation, their remaining colleagues were not going to be so lucky. Okoye; that paragon of strength, had hit her breaking point. Shuri and Nakia could see her pacing the room, scanning the environment in a bitter panic, trying to find some way to avert the situation, as her legs were now tightly locked together and she was forced to regularly grab herself; a humiliating display for a Dora Milaje. Black Widow was doing just as badly, constantly squirming and buckling her legs together on the spot; as she tried to hack into the tower mainframe using Pepper Pott’s laptop, standing and dancing in front of it. It was hopeless.
Natasha was a brilliant spy and versatile in all her skills, however the Avengers tower defence was designed to repel a cyber-attack as advanced as the Ultron AI. She knew she couldn’t break through and panic was swelling through her with each moment this became clearer, though she hadn’t yet admitted this fully to herself.
“Come on Stark, you must have made a mistake somewhere” she said out-loud, a desperate form of self-convincing.
Captain Marvel and Kamala Khan’s plan to break through the door had gone awry, as when they tried to lift it; unlike the bathroom Jessica had broken into, this had a secondary deadlock system that caused more than fifty Vibranium beams to reseal the edges, which Kamala and Carol were now racing to remove. Carol’s legs were trembling, her binary powers were now on display over her entire body and while not fully active, she was having to use a large percentage of her power just to stay at this level of not losing control; which in and of itself was tenuous and wouldn’t last much longer.
However, it was Mantis whose body was unable to take the pressure any further. Her sapphire green-dress had been caught between her legs for some time and everytime she had touched anyone who had lost control that night, she had been able to feel the complex mixture of emotions around it: Humiliation, relief, frustration, exhaustion. It was making her feel drained and she needed the mental relief to feel balanced again. Tired of squirming around, dancing painfully on the spot and most of all; being mentally exhausted, she stopped wriggling. She might have been able to hold it for another minute or two but was no longer concerned with the pain, instead choosing to simply stop prolonging the inevitable.
“Everyone, I’m afraid I can no longer hold on” explained Mantis, her awkward social skills highlighting her upcoming accident to everyone. “I hope nobody feels put off by this but I’m afraid I have to let go now”.
“It’s fine Mantis” said Gamora comfortingly, Nebula awkwardly but sincerely nodding in agreement. “Just go”.
Mantis went to unzip her dress; intending to remove her clothes, before peeing in a corner of the room.
“My zipper’s jammed!” she said; frightened.
Gamora and Nebula went over, hoping they could ensure 2 of the 3 Guardians attendees didn’t wet themselves tonight. Gamora tugged at the zip; while Nebula tried to rip it from underneath, yet somehow: Neither worked.
“Mantis, what is this dress made of, Cotati Metal fibres?” complained Gamora, as she yanked hard at the zipper, while Nebula tried to rip it from several different angles, yet somehow couldn’t.
“It’s just silk!” protested Mantis, as she felt the intense pain burning through her bladder worse than ever before; her knees twisting around each other.
“Stop moving” said Nebula frustratedly.
“I can’t! I… I…”.
Nebula pulled her arm back in horror as she felt urine fall onto it, Gamora also stepping back; as Mantis lost complete control and began to completely wet herself. She moaned in relief as her cotton green panties were soaking in seconds, then fell to her knees in ecstasy and her antenna glowed white as the shit came racing out of her asshole; Mantis moaning in ecstasy as the relief finally coursed through her body. A powerful empath, this amount of relief was overwhelming her senses and she could feel a knot of pleasure build within her, as pee flooded over throbbing clit and the pulsating spread of shit out of her ass; into her sodden green panties, sent her crazy with lustful relief.
Nebula watched in confusion, as Gamora looked away; realising exactly what was happening, blushing slightly as Mantis let out a scream of pleasure as the wave that had been building inside her came down and she felt herself tip into an extremely powerful orgasm. Her clit; sent into a throbbing rage, now sent waves of pleasure running up and down her spine and she fell forwards onto the floor, her hand accidentally brushing Nebula and transmitting the feelings of pleasure into her brain. Nebula gasped at the intensity of it, biting her lip in shock; having almost never had sexual thoughts, this raw transmitting of lust into her brain overwhelmed her and she clasped her legs to prevent her own body tipping into orgasm, as Mantis began to moan in pleasure on the floor, soaking in a puddle of her own pee. Her green dress was soaked, her body drenched; yet she looked happier than anyone else had that entire night.
Okoye meanwhile had turned away from looking at this accident; the spectacle not helping her own desperate feelings, as she went back to sit on the sofa, yet she had minutes left too; if that. Her long black legs were constantly crossing and uncrossing, sweat was pouring down her body and Okoye’s entire body was shaking with desperation; as her body trembled, staring forwards in shame. She could feel her control slipping away and couldn’t accept it, she’d never been trained to accept forced humiliation like this without the ability to fight back. A single tear ran down her left eye, as her accident imminently approached.
“Okoye, just let it go. We’ve all basically done it now. You’ve held it long enough”.
“The Dora Milaje never surrender” said Okoye, her voice breaking. “I can hold it”.
“You can’t” insisted Nakia.
Okoye growled angrily at her; though knew she was right, as Shuri sat to her left side.
“Okoye… you are honour-bound to obey me and my family, yes?” asked Shuri.
She looked at her.
“Of course my princess” said Okoye, confused at where this was going.
“Okoye… I need you to stop holding… if you hold on and I’m seen not to… people will think me weak… I need you to let go, for my honour. That is an order”.
Okoye’s eyes widened, as she realised what the princess was doing. By commanding her to wet herself; rather than letting Okoye have an accident, Shuri was taking the responsibility for her actions and ensuring that Okoye would not be seen as the first Dora Milaje in history to lose control of themselves. Instead, she would be seen as acting on the royal family’s orders to protect their reputation and not outshine them; a historical recording she could far more easily accept: Bringing her no dishonour, only a recognition for doing a grim duty in a situation full of bad choices. Okoye’s eyes teared up in gratitude, as she bowed her head gratefully to the princess and took a deep breath.
“Okoye… let go”.
Her body shuddered, then shuddered again and finally; Okoye breathed out, finally allowing herself to lose control.
She felt the warm sensation spread through her black panties, drenching her clean-shaven pussy in hot-piss; before running over her bum and soaking into the sofa, as the puddle spread down her legs. The piss flowed freely down the warrior’s long legs, vast amounts spreading down and running into the floor, as she shook with relief and shame; knowing the truth that this would have happened one way or the other, had Shuri not given her consent. Her black dress was wet in several areas and growing damper still by the minute, as Okoye felt the dreaded shit come through her body and realised; to her horror, that it wasn’t solid. Liquid shit exploded into her panties, easily overfilling them as she stood up to save the sofa and rivers of liquid-crap spurted intensely down Okoye’s legs; utterly covering everything under her dress in filth, as Nakia and Shuri gagged and gave themselves some distance.
Okoye felt the mess spread over her feet, into her shoes and felt utterly repulsed to her core; this single act the moment the least ‘her’ thing she and probably anyone else in that room could imagine. Nevertheless, she stood tall and refused to cry any further; simply letting her body finish what it had to, as the accident slowed to a halt. Even by the standards of the night, it was bad and there were two more who were still holding on.
Natasha Romanov had gotten herself into an absolute state: Long abandoning the computer, she was now trying to desperately punch through the walls; hoping to find a safety wire to trip the system, something she also knew wouldn’t be accessible in a building with security this good. She was dancing on the spot like a ballet dancer trapped in an endless routine: Jiggling, moaning, shoving both hounds down her jeans and tightly gripping her pussy; balling her hands into fists to hold against stomach and pussy, yet nothing was going to stop it now. A wet spot; the size of a dinner plate, was on the back of her jeans and she felt herself began to breath heavily; hyper-ventilating, sweating rapidly, her eyes darting as she descended into a terrifying panic-attack, as Natasha lost herself in her mind’s eye:
“Miss please… please don’t! I can hold it, I swear! I’m not like Olyeina, I’m a good girl, I’ll be a Black Widow”.
A young Natasha; sixteen or seventeen, was pleading with the instructor, who had the Dragunov Sniper Rifle aimed directly at her. She was dressed once more in a pink leotard, a shiny wet spot on its front; as young Natasha had her legs criss-crossed tightly, yet it was slowly expanding regardless, as she continued to lose control, the pee slowly running down her legs and staining her leotard.
“You are a disgrace” came the voice, calm and eerie; before she heard a gunshot.
Natasha gasped and two seconds later, her accident in Avengers Tower began in full-force. Her anus puckered, expanded and then drenched her black underwear and jeans with mushy shit; bursting through at several point and running down her legs, the Black Widow’s strength mentally and physically shattered; as she lost control in an utterly humiliating fashion. So much shit poured down her legs, that her black jeans a damp brown from her butt right down to her knees on the back. Her farts were loud, smelled awful and made everyone aware of the fact that the famous super-spy was unloading into her clothing like a little girl.
“Пиздец” moaned Natasha; in her native Russian, as she tried to take a step forward; causing her to begin peeing in earnest.
The wetness spread over Natasha’s body, as she shook in terror; fearing the bullet that would race through her skull any second as she collapsed to her knees, pissing herself violently through her filled panties and shit-soaked jeans. She trembled and hot tears ran down her face, as she waited for the bullet to pierce her skull; as her tears joined her puddle, she sobbed and waited and waited…
Yet that never came. As her accident came to an end, she looked around and while she felt humiliated to have been embarrassed so publically, there was no bullet. Olyeinas’ blood-soaked eyes were not staring back at her, nor was the instructor standing over her. The Red Room was gone. The pain was gone. Though Natasha had lost control, she had never felt more assured in who she was: An Avenger; the tortured spy-assassin no more, she was free.
As Natasha sat in a relieved daze, Captain and Mrs. Marvel were trying to break open the door; having barely got through half the beams, when suddenly, Carol felt an intense burning in her body that made her scream in pain.
“No, no, no, no, NO!!!”.
Her last scream coincided with her body going into full binary mode, as Carol flew around the room; smashing into walls, desperate for a way out, yet everywhere was blocked by Uru metal. She landed back on the ground and the entire room watched as she unleashed her full powers against the bathroom door slider. Carol screamed with rage as Kamala watched in awe, the raw might of her powers; borne from the Space Stone itself, causing even the Uru to creak and hiss with fury; as the metal slowly began to heat towards boiling. The rest watched with shock as the metal slider slowly was staring to melt, if Carol could keep this up for another minute; she’d be through and might avoid having an accident.
Then; as if flipping a light-switch, Carol’s body suddenly came out of its binary state and she looked helplessly as her powers evaporated into nothingness. Carol then screamed in pain at the agony ripping through her bladder, renewed a 100x worse than before as Kamala and Valkyrie stared in horror:
“You can still hold it” encouraged Kamala.
“Carol, hold on” said Valkyrie, looking into her lover’s eyes.
She tried to do just that: To stay still; to keep it in, to re-activate her powers, something, anything but nothing worked and finally, it happened. It happened as she danced and squirmed, twisted and contorted, pulled and pleaded, sobbed and screamed, her entire body fighting to be free of the poison that had infected it and the pain that had consumed it.
The entire room watched as Captain Marvel, one of the most powerful heroes in the galaxy, the defender of the Skrulls, the terror of Nova, Kreesbane, the hero who singlehandedly brought down Thanos’s capital ship and even briefly stood toe-to-toe against the mad-titan himself…
The Avengers watched as Captain Marvel completely lost control of her bladder and began to have the worst accident in superhero history.
Carol’s jeans exploded with crap, her ass pouring gallons of liquefied shit straight through her panties and overwhelming her jeans so quickly; it began to leak through in a dozen horrendous streams that the entire room could smell in all its horrifying glory. Her face was a picture of terror, despair and shame; tears rolling, her lips trembling, as the shit ran so thick and fast, it formed a puddle around her as if it was urine; yet even by that standard, the puddle was massive. The pain was burning through her like fire and she could hear herself sobbing; yet could barely comprehend the true scale of this disaster, as every woman in the room watched with differing reactions.
Jemma Simpsons; who had seen the effects of diuretics on people many times, gasped in shock, one hand covering her mouth. Jane could only watch helplessly, knowing that in contrast to this; no-one would even remember her comparatively puny display at the start of the evening. Kamala watched in pure disbelief, unable to take in that her hero, idol and mentor was suffering an accident more embarrassing than anything she had ever seen before; right in front of her. Valkyrie stared in horror, realising that this was going to mentally shatter Carol; she wanted to race over and comfort her, yet the accident was almost hypnotic and nobody dared to move while it was still happening.
Carol’s shit finally began to solidify, now filling up her bum and jeans with unbelievable amounts of shit; every part of her below the waist looking swollen; as if inflating like a thousand balloons. Her eyes had gone near blind with tears, stinging and red; yet she still stared ahead blankly, a thousand thoughts frozen in her head like a car-wreck where nobody could move a single bit forward, until everything had come to a complete stop.
Far from stopping however, her accident simply added a new layer as Carol began to suffer a humongous wetting; her jeans quickly turning a greenish-yellow, as her sick-body expelled the toxins and soaked every part of her. The piss drenched her clean-shaven pussy; liquefying the shit into brown sludge; racing down her body with terrifying speed. Carol’s piss soaked her bum, her legs, running over her knees and down into her socks and boots; mixing into her puddle and creating an even larger puddle; as a number of people had to take a step back, the puddle now almost 10ft. wide and still growing, as Carol’s entire body shook with desperate relief and fearful terror, thoughts suddenly racing through her mind at speed.
“I’m wetting myself! I’m shitting myself! I… I’ve let everyone down. Kamala, Jane, Valkyrie, the Skrulls, the Earth, the galaxy; everyone! I’m humiliating every Avenger, I’m pathetic… I’m not strong… I… I can’t control myself… I…”.
Captain Marvel’s knees gave out and the Avengers watched with horror as she fainted into her puddle; not fully unconscious, instead awake but catatonic as her body smashed into her puddle, spraying shit in several directions; though Scarlett Witch blocked it from hitting anybody. Half of Carol’s face lay in her own shit; her cheek resting against it, as her bomber jacket, trousers, back, jeans, arms and hands were covered in Pissy-shit; running all over her entire body. The Avengers watched in horror as Carol Danvers lay there; distraught, shit running through her beautiful blonde hair as a robotic voice rang out:
“Barndoor protocol de-activated”.
It was the A.I system F.R.I.D.A.Y., whose words were immediately followed by every Uru metal slider raising; revealing the New York skyline below them. Everyone looked in shock as each opened; leaving them free, yet before they could react, Jessica Jones stormed in, followed by an angry looking Trish Walker. She made a beeline straight for one woman: Beth the Waitress; who was leaning against a wall, nursing a slight-cut. Jessica grabbed and punched her straight in the chest, the blow sending the young woman flying halfway across the room.
“What are you doing?” screamed Pepper, as Beth landed at her feet; bloody and terrified, looking towards an advancing Jessica again with terror.
“She’s not who you think she is. She caused all this” explained Jessica. “She’s not even a woman”.
“Y-you’re crazy… help me, please!” called Beth to the other Avengers, who stared uncertainly; unsure of how to react.
Jessica smiled and pulled out a tiny fragment of broken Uru metal; jagged and pointy, from her pocket, causing Beth’s eyes to widen.
“Then when I do this, we’ll just take you to hospital” said Jessica, as several realised what she was about to do.
“No!” screamed Pepper but it was too late. Jessica stabbed Beth in the foot, causing her to scream in agony; her voice shifting from a high to lower pitch, as the illusion around her vanished, causing everyone to gasp in shock.
“Welcome back to New York asshole”.
In Beth’s place, now lay none other than Loki: The God of Mischief: Dressed in his green-battle armour and golden devil horns; that he had worn while attacking the city itself. The Avengers Time Heist mission report warned that Loki from an alternate timeline may be able to appear in their universe and it was clear to all that it was him: The malice, bitterness and hatred from his early years; clear in his eyes, as well as a smug grin.
“Congratulations quim… I’m impressed”.
Loki rose to stand but in a second, Scarlett Witch had him pinned to the glass of the window; as more than a dozen women in the room surrounded him in attack positions.
“I hope you had fun with this little game, because we’re going to make sure you rot in the Raft for the next thousand years” said Maria Hill, speaking with the authority that could make it happen.
“Ooh, lock me away; put me in handcuffs, how very exciting. As usual though, you humans miss the bigger picture”.
“And what is that?” asked Okoye, the heel of her less than an inch from his throat.
“Rewriting your computer systems, placing spells on your clothing to make it impossible to remove… do you really think it was for me?”.
The women frowned, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Oh I had fun watching you ‘heroes’ lose it but I don’t do anything for free and for this, I was paid very, very well”.
All around them, a series of illusions dropped and the women looked in horror to see that at least two dozen cameras; now revealed, had been livestreaming their antics for the entire world to see. Unbeknownst to them up until this point; as communications had quickly gone down, even with Fitz, #AvengersAccidents and #HeroesHelpless had gone viral, trending number #1 on every social media platform in the world and most in the galaxy. Carol; now pulled from her puddled, cradled on Valkyrie’s lap, stared at the cameras as the final nails in her coffin and yet, she was about to be even further broken.
Scarlett Witch angrily destroyed all the cameras in seconds, yet Loki laughed.
“It’s too late for that to make a difference” he said cruelly, before disappearing in an illusion. Frantically looking around, they saw him standing on the balcony steps; as he removed the Space Stone.
“I hope you all realise, this was for her” said Loki; pointing at Carol Danvers. “I was paid by the Kree to humiliate her. You could have all gone home and been fine… if she hadn’t been so selfish”.
Loki disappeared in a blue-portal, narrowly avoiding several attacks thrown his way; as Carol passed out in exhaustion, unable to take any more shame, as Valkyrie cradled her, holding her close; as phone calls, texts and messages began to flood in for all the heroes; as they realised the absolute humiliation that had been inflicted on all of them and their credibility…
The Avengers exited the tower, seeing an audience as bad as they expected; crowds of thousands surrounding them, with the world’s press at every entrance. Most said nothing, such as Valkyrie; who carried an unconscious Carol to her Pegasus and flew off without saying a word to anyone else. A few politely said they would give statements at a more appropriate time; such as Peggy Carter, while others such as Scarlett Witch and Shuri flipped off the press; their anger and disgust not hidden.
Maria Hill and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents did not have such luxuries and went into damage control mode, answering questions as diplomatically as they could; however, one of them was lucky. As Jemma Fitz-Simmons was questioned, her husband arrived and slapped a strange looking compass into her hand; causing both of them to disappear in a flash of light, much to the annoyance of the press.
Crash-landing back in their living room, Jemma’s body ached as she stared at Fitz in amazement; smiling.
“What was that?” asked Jemma.
“Contained Bi-Frost energy, harvested from Thor’s travel sites. Only good for a one-shot though”.
“… Fitz, did you just use a piece of government property; worth tens of millions, so that I wouldn’t have to talk to the press after what happened?”.
“Pretty much, yeah”.
Jemma was silent for a moment.
“… I love you so much” she said, grabbing and kissing him passionately; as Fitz returned the affection, their unbroken kiss lasting a full half-minute.
“Well… I’d best get cleaned up” said Jemma, smiling; as she made for the door, yet Fitz’s grabbed that sweet-spot on her shoulder and gently turned her back, as she looked into his eyes.
“Well… that’s the thing”.
Several minutes later, Fitz and Simmons were both half-naked; rolling around in bed, their kisses all over the other’s body. Jemma was on top of Fitz in a pair of dry but badly stained white-lace panties, while Fitz’s throbbing cock was grinding against her through her boxers. Fitz grabbed her bum, feeling the mushiness of her dried underwear; as he bit into his wife’s neck, causing her to moan with pleasure.
“I didn’t know you liked that” said Jemma playfully, reaching a hand down through his boxers and onto his cock; as he pulled off her white-lace bra, revealing her perky breasts; which were stiff with arousal for him.
“I didn’t know you’d do that” said Fitz teasingly, as his wife kissed down his chiselled stomach; sliding her mouth around his now exposed cock. Even now, the sight of Jemma doing that to him; combined with the way she teased every part of him, her tongue lovingly playing with his body and worshipping him, made him feel whole in a way nothing else could. Jemma loved seeing her husband’s arousal and was excited to have discovered something new about him, even if unconventional.
“Maybe I’ll lose control for you again Fitz, tonight” she whispered sultrily in his ear, as her husband moaned and gently grabbed all over her with excitement; his trembling fingers all over her body. Jemma grabbed his hands and held them in hers, as she stared lovingly into his eyes.
“Fitz”.
“Yeah?”.
“Your hands are freezing”.
The two of them laughed as their naked bodies; except for her dirty panties, rested against each other, lost in the pleasure of the moment, as they stared towards each other with pure-desire and affection.
“Are they?” asked Fitz, pressing them against his face. “Ooh, they’re like little ice buckets aren’t they?”.
Jemma laughed; tears in her eyes at the happy memory, as well as the cuteness of him saying her words.
“Do you think you can brave it?” asked Fitz.
Jemma smiled and pushed her husband gently down onto the bed, then straddled his throbbing cock with her dirty-lace underwear; as he looked confused for a moment. Suddenly, a warm stream of pee burst through them as Jemma Fitz-Simmons had her second accident that night and began to flood her panties; wetting through them onto her husband’s cock, as his eyes lit up with lust and renewed passion; her hand stroking his cheek, as she wet herself for him.
“I’ll do my best to power through”.
EPILOGUE
Captain Marvel went into hiding for two months following the humiliation at Avengers tower, during which time; she experienced daily night-terrors, bedwetting and panic-attacks, while staying with her girlfriend Valkyrie in the new Palace of Asgard. Eventually, attacks on the Skrull star-system brought her out of self-imposed exile. She reminded them she was not to be taken lightly; leading a strike force into Nova that destroyed the core of the Supreme Intelligence. Though her reputation has suffered a grievous blow; with many on earth now mocking Carol on sight, she is slowly opening up to therapy and is even considering proposing to Valkyrie; though she will have to fight the World Serpent to earn the right first.
Gamora and Nebula became much closer after the incident, with neither receiving a great amount of criticism: Their sisterly bond largely won over the internet: Nebula being the only person to completely avoid an accident; which earned her huge respect; while Gamora’s sacrifice made her among the most admirable. The two continue as beloved members of the Guardians of the Galaxy and any of the few people dumb enough to mock Gamora’s accident, will quickly find themselves at the mercy of Nebula.
Black Widow pre-empted the media mockery of herself by speaking extremely candidly about her own humiliation, as well as opening up in greater detail about her origins; including the death of Olyeina Lebedev. This helped mitigate much of the PR nightmare for her, as she shifted the debate around her to a wider global issue around human trafficking and child exploitation. Six months later, she was invited to serve as a Children’s Ambassador for the United Nations; a role she accepted.
Scarlett Witch ultimately faced severe mockery for her accident in what became known as the: “Avengers: Celebration Desperation” event. Unable to take it, she resigned her position in the Avengers for a time to return home to Sokovia, to allow things to die down and spend time properly mourning the deaths of so many loved ones in recent years.
Mantis’s erotic reaction to her accident was noticed by several fetish groups, both on earth and across the galaxy; who offered her paid work as an elite-fetish model. She declined, though does occasionally explore herself further with Nebula; who began a long journey of sexual-awakening after Mantis accidentally touched her.
Okoye’s accident largely passed under the radar, thanks to the more high-profile ones at the event and Shuri absolving her of responsibility. She continues to serve faithfully as a Dora Milaje and has taken preventative steps to ensure she cannot be easily poisoned again in the future.
Maria Hill; as she predicted, was hammered by the world’s nations to step down as deputy S.H.I.E.L.D. director. Though Nick Fury was willing to fight for her, she declined the offer and left the organisation. Her current whereabouts are unknown.
Jemma Fitz-Simmons and Leopold Fitz-Simmons enjoyed another hour of erotic thrills, before showering and changing into their pyjamas for their long awaited Doctor Who marathon. Shockingly to both of them, her handling of herself during the crisis; willing to sacrifice her dignity for others, made her come out of the Avengers Tower debacle with widespread acclaim. Nick Fury promoted her to the head of Scientific Research and Development, a job she accepted; on the condition it become a co-position between her and Fitz. They now serve as joint heads and rumours are widespread that they are close to uncovering a major breakthrough: The re-discovery of Dr. Erskine’s original formula, that created Captain America. During their rare free time, they explore their new erotic passion and Jemma has even purchased a nerdy scientist girl lingerie set for Fitz’s birthday.
Lady Sif was publically scorned after the Avengers Tower incident, many believing she was working with Loki from the start. She has gone into exile, though is not currently at any known temple in the galaxy. Her whereabouts remain unknown.
Jessica Jones’s self-sacrifice for her sister and fierce uppercut of Loki earned her widespread acclaim, which she mocked; despite appearing on several talk shows at Trish’s insistence. However, she did use her temporary popularity to get free alcohol at most New York bars for a while; something she thought made the whole experience worth it.
Kamala Khan’s presence in the Avengers Tower incident split the internet, with many supporting her; others mocking. Embracing Peggy’s advice, she focussed on herself and has joined the Avengers; filling Scarlett Witch’s old spot. She has gone on three different missions, proving an exemplary team member on all of them.
Hope and Janet Van Dyne were largely mocked for their presence in the affair and chose to go on an extended holiday; catching up on lost time, in the Caribbean. Everytime reporters harassed them, they simply used shrink-tech to avoid them.
Peggy Carter had an equally divisive reaction as Kamala Khan’s, yet largely ignored any hate she received and is now working with war-veterans; helping to raise money for soldiers’ mental health treatment. She also spoke at the U.N. recently on women’s rights, going into the third decade of the 21st century.
Shuri received a large amount of undeserved hate from people who believed that she deliberately exploited Okoye to cover her own humiliation. Losing herself back in the workshop, Shuri has designed several anti-diuretic drugs; which she keeps a personal vial on her at all times.
Nakia’s wetting was largely over-looked, allowing her to return to her humanitarian work; largely, in peace, though certain harassment has led to T’Challa assigning her a personal body guard, something she finds is overkill.
Quake AKA Daisy Johnson was largely mocked and her role as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was compromised. She has now gone into a deep cover identity-change; with the help of Phil Coulson, to allow her to keep her job.
Melinda May was largely mocked and her role as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was compromised. She was promoted to a high-managerial position, overseeing critical operations in the recovery of stolen Chitauri technology.
Pepper Potts suffered badly after the incident. While none of the heroes sued for damages, several dozen kitchen staff did and won damages worth hundreds of millions; while Stark Industries stock plummeted. Though she is starting to rebuild the company’s reputation, Pepper Potts herself has become a widespread laughing stock and it may take her years to recover from this kind of PR damage. She has also since revised all Avenger facilities security protocols, to prevent such an incident ever being possible again.
Jane Foster; while mocked, actually received more sympathy than might be expected from the internet; largely thanks to a popular misconception that the party was held to celebrate her birthday. She still spoke at the galactic scientific conference and is now well regarded within the Xandarrian scientific community. Her current research concerns interstellar space-storms and the possibility of sending a manned mission safely inside one; to study and bring back data.
Beth the Waitress was found dead in her apartment; her throat slit by an Asgardian knife, indicating Loki personally killed her before assuming her identity.
Alternate, evil Loki has not resurfaced since the Avengers Tower incident and he is now one of the most wanted men in the galaxy. His location remains unknown and he is a prime target of the Current Avengers team. |
Asgardian restaurant (The Golden Arrow) 3:00 pm
In the extended periods of the café sat the Warriors Three, all anxious to see Thor and his sweetheart. Jane glanced totally dazzling in that blue Asgardian dress that she was wearing and she was eager to become acquainted with Thor's companions better. As the visitors began to sit down, Jane felt a practically recognisable inclination meaning she was frantic to pee, however she disregarded it and drank more Asgardian wine. A few minutes later she slid her hands under her skirt to close her floodgates in. She gripped her hand onto her groin, desperate holding it in just like a little girl would, in the meantime, Sif stopped for a moment to have a chat with the divine God of Thunder.
"So Thor reveal to me about how you initially met Jane." That was the only thing she heard from that conversation as she was too busy trying to making a decent attempt to hold her pee in. As Lady Sif wrapped up her discussion with Thor, Jane was totally bursting to pee. Her bladder was gradually creeping towards becoming full and realised that she didn't have a lot of time left.
She generally despised the idea of requesting to be pardoned to go to the restroom, she totally disliked enlightening others concerning her franticness to go to the toilet and as a rule would wear diapers to going in so she didn’t have to make a big fuss of going to the bathroom.
Another motivation behind why Jane resembles this is because of a scientific experiment where Darcy and herself needed to do over night. They decided to do it at the park and while being busy they both needed a wee, but to their misadventure all the latrines where closed and the two young ladies had to wet their pants. Anyway because of this mishap Jane took an affection to wetting herself deliberately and profounded her to continually wet herself.
This had to be the day where famed scientist Jane Foster forgot to wear a diaper and would be totally mortified if she in fact wet herself. The pain was absolutely killing her and it was getting unbearable, she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep a whole litre of piss inside her. “My I be excused, please?” She said hastily, everyone starred in silence until Thor nodded his head. Jane ran as fast as she could running to the nearest bathroom she could find, she ran like a pirate trying so desperately to find his or her treasure.
She felt herself slowly letting out sprouting droplets of piss stain her laced white panties, she knew she better speed up. She found nothing, so she ran up to a nearby citizen, who was a tall handsome young man and asked him where the lavatory is, the man politely took her to the restrooms and which resulted in a short walk. “Here.” The kind young man said confidently, Jane ran inside and was shocked to see a giant golden pot in the middle of the stall instead of a toilet. She pushed up her skirt and stripped off her panties and immediately squatting and in seconds start releasing her golden stream.
This must be where celebrated researcher Jane Foster neglected to wear a diaper and would be completely humiliated in the event that she so desperately needed to wee. The torment was totally executing her and it was getting excruciating, she realized she wouldn't have the option to keep an entire liter of piss inside her. "My I be pardoned, please?" She said quickly, everybody featured peacefully until Thor gestured his head. Jane ran as quick as she could racing to the closest restroom she could discover, she ran like a privateer attempting so frantically to discover their fortune.
She felt herself gradually let go growing beads of piss stain her bound white undies, she realized she better accelerate. She didn't discover anything, so she approached a tall attractive youngster and asked where is the toilet, the man affably took her to the bathrooms and which brought about a short walk. "Here." The caring youngster said unquestionably, Jane ran inside and was stunned to see a goliath brilliant pot in the slow down rather than a latrine. She pushed up her skirt and peeled off her underwear and quickly hunching down and in seconds begin delivering her brilliant stream.
Miss Foster felt eased as her piss filled the pot, she felt so loose and couldn't assist with moaning a little in view of how mischievous it was. She kept on purging her swollen bladder and at this point her fast stream shaped into a trinkle. As her final pee shot out of her, she felt unfathomably naughty and began snickering as the pot was arriving at its cutoff point. She at last wrapped up! She was unimaginably horny after this, she first revamped her appearance and then ran right back to the Asgardian bistro.
She was unable to accept how fortunate she was, today was likely the main day in her life where she wouldn't have any desire to have a mishap since she would not like to mortify herself in full perspective on the Warriors Three. Whom she just began getting all the more neighborly with them a couple of days prior. She sat down with her companions and polished off their dinners, not long after this Jane could hear Sif having a accident in her armoured attire as she could hear the hints of her pee running on the hard metal as opposed to rain pouring on a rooftop. She was unable to accept the juxtaposition of a popular champion losing a fight with her bladder and embarrassing herself under the table of the most renowned bistro in Asgard.
As Sif's wetting brought about spouts, she actually could hardly imagine how she had a mishap and she shuddering in what to do. She stood up and requested to be pardoned, this finished with her ready to go. She raced to the closest window and began to cry, tears ran down her eyes, her entire body was solidified after the difficulty and was she just couldn't live with that embarrassment.
She stood up and ran out of the eatery and ran right to the post purpose of the Asgardian River. There she purged her bladder and cried in sight of her mishap. A strange individual was strolling to her, she was unable to see what it's identity was and the shadows uncovered Jane. “JANE! Say back.” Said Sif furiously, “Now Sif look I feel so sorry for you I just came to see how you are... Look it’s alright to have accidents, I almost had an accident then.” “Jane you don’t understand I’m weak if I can’t simply hold my pee in then I’m unfit of being a warrior, if I can’t simply do that then I can’t fight - I’m weak, I can’t believe I let myself go!” She looked up at Jane, tears were rolling down her eyes and onto her soft cheeks, Jane stepped forward to her to try her best to encourage her. “Look, I know how embarrassing this is but I’ve had my fair shares of accidents.
Like take this one for instance; I was doing a science venture with my companion, Darcy and it was late around evening time. We had to our investigation at that point and everything was shut, the shops, the meals, the bistros and above all the washrooms.
In any case I was so drunk from the previous evening and I woke up in the early hours of the morning eager to pee and I was unable to get up likely on the grounds that I was so full. Ultimately, I got up and I advanced toward the washroom, however at the specific time Darcy rang me to come meet her in the town square at 12:20, it was an entire twenty minutes away, yet I chose to hold it and which became excruciating activity. I arrived inside a couple of moments early, Darcy was at that point set up and we begin doing it as I truly felt I really needed to go and I also saw Darcy was desperate as well. An hour passed by and I was going to have a mishap, I revealed to Darcy that I have to go and she disclosed the fact to me that she was dire need to go as well. We went straight to the restrooms, however to our karma it was closed and we had no place to go. This was all until I had a plan to go in the hedges and Darcy despised the thought, although I stayed by it and I understood that I don't have a lot of time left and in seconds I started wetting myself. It felt so warm inclination my hot piss running down my pants and went through an hour groaning to how energizing it was.
I was never the same person after this and today I purposely wet myself for fun and I'm so grateful that I decided to think of it. Those words burnt Sif's psyche, she presently felt frightened being within the sight of Jane and caused her to feel like she was going to have another incident. Sif was essentially dumbfounded, she was so stunned that her recently discovered companion was educating her concerning her wetting habits only minutes after her accident. “Teach me Jane... teach me about your habits and ideally it will cause me to feel better." Said an absolutely trembling Sif, “I can't show you now since I would prefer not to humiliate you in front of all the Asgardians, I can’t teach you later today because Thor’s going to take me for a ride and a he said that we won’t get back home until very late. Yet, I accept that I can show you tomorrow first thing or evening, how's that?" "Gracious it's ideal, trust you have a protected excursion with Thor tonight. A debt of gratitude is in order for your assistance today Jane." "Goodness! No issues."
As the two young ladies wrapped up their discussion they ran off back to the bistro and began leaving. Thor and Jane went straight home to their room. It was getting dark and when it's around evening time it turns out to be a lot hotter. The warmth was unquestionably coming to Jane, she was unable to accept how hot it was much more blazing than any of the whether back on Earth. Jane began sweeting strongly still in her streaming blue dress that she chose to take off to cause her to feel cooler, Jane lay on a hard seat in only her marginally sodden pink panties.
The thought originated from Thor tearing off his shirt and showing his muscular chest. As he got a brief look at Ms Foster, he felt staggeringly horny viewing an almost naked Jane and that was such a turn on for him. Jane consistently realized that Thor was turned on by her, that she chose to open herself to him, the God of Thunder watched his sweetheart taunt him with removing her panties and observed how she slid them off and she stared at him eager to invoke an answer. She took a gander at him and saw that he had developed an erection due to her highly sexualised behaviour, while viewing it in all it’s glory, it prompted her into saying the line"My goodness you’ve grown!" She purposely makes statements like this to taught her beau into having sex with her.
Jane gets up out of the chair and goes to lie on the bed and pleads for her lover boy to come over, however Thor reluctantly does so and results in having the “fun” begin. Jane unzipped Thor’s fly, took out his erected penis, and put it in her mouth. The God of Thunder could felt himself growing big and harder inside her mouth. She then stopped and commanded him to get on the bed, there she took his hand, and brought it to her pussy.
Thor started to feel the warmth of her vagina, it was deep, warm, and very wet. He locked eyes at his girlfriend as she was on top of him, however Thor rolled over to be onto of his girl so that he could be able to ride her properly. Her lover boy’s erection grew larger and harder, it felt like he was about to burst wide open. He then placed his massive cock into her ass, which brought about a profound moan from Jane and which made her vibe the need to cum. As Thor decided to go in deeper he felt the most peculiar sensation, that he thought went past straightforward sexual delight. It felt like something inside her, something remarkable inside her, were continuously managing him being connected to her climax of cuming and it felt so good to be naughty and to be honest this was actually Thor’s first time ever having a sexual intercourse.
To Be Continued... |
A story from a previous client, I posted an extract from this a while back and I think it's about time the full story went up here. If anyone's interested in a story of their own, drop me a message. Enjoy!
A WOMAN OF GRACE
“You’ll be fine Baru, they’re excited to meet you!”.
“I wish I had your confidence”.
“Come on!”.
Anika reached out and grabbed my sweaty palm, as my fiancée led me down the driveway of her family home. She is all-confidence and absolutely stunning: A tall, twenty-four-year-old beauty with beautiful long legs, black curly hair and luscious dark skin. Her eyes are a rich sea-blue and her smile could leave me weak at the knees; with chills running down my spine. My name is Baru, I’m twenty-years old and was born into a moderately well off carpentry family; growing up in Southern Delhi. I have green-eyes, short brown hair and am fairly muscular and tall; slightly more so than Anika, though not excessively. Last year, through witchcraft or intervention by the goddess Lakshmi myself; my mother and father were able to arrange an incredible union: Between Anika and I, which was to be sealed over the next three days. Anika and I would be staying in their house during these times, where on the evening of the third day; I would drive us to our honeymoon hotel and our life together as husband and wife would begin. As such, I was incredibly nervous as I approached the building; preparing to meet her entire extended family for the first time.
It was beautiful, a nine-bedroom house built from well-maintained orange brickwork; pink lotus flowers adorning every balcony. As we approached, I saw the front door swing open; to reveal an extended family standing before us. I recognised her sisters Samiya and Darika immediately; they had acted as chaperones at our first meeting, along with her mother Ira. They shared her black hair, though weren’t as tall or poised as Anika. Her father; Harish, who I was meeting for the first time, stood behind a row of cousins, aunts and uncles I had no hope of recognising. Anika rushed to hug her sisters, as he looked towards me sternly. I tried to steady my hand as I reached out to shake his.
“It’s an honour to meet you Sir, your home and family are as wonderful as Anika said”.
His grip was firm, tough and he never broke eye contact; nor did I, a specific instruction from Anika. After several seconds, this seemed to warm me to him and we were invited in; then led towards one of the most glorious feasts I’ve ever seen. Dozens of plates, stacked high with mung beans, black grams, chickpeas, rice; steaming hot upon plates of silver, a variety of herbs, spices and sauces on large circular dishes and rows of drinks were on offer: Masala Chai tea; a favourite of Anika’s which she immediately raced to secure, foreign wines from Sicily and the United States, Russian vodka and unusually, British bread and butter brands on several plates. I then remembered that Anika had mentioned my studies in Britain for two-years to her sister Samiya, so they had gone to the effort to include it within the cuisine; which I was hugely touched by.
As the night wore on, the atmosphere was warm and friendly; food and drink shared freely for hours. I was questioned many times about myself, my work, salary; the expected questions, to which my responses seemed to endear them further to me. Anika’s father was particularly impressed with my skills in carpentry; as he himself was a semi-retired and highly respected goldsmith.
“A man who could not use his hands would not be worthy to lay them upon my daughter” he proclaimed loudly, to which Anika cried out in embarrassment; her sisters and aunts laughing giddily.
As the night wore on, I felt a growing need to use the bathroom, however I didn’t want to excuse myself until Anika had; feeling it might be seen as a sign of weakness.
“Isn’t that your fifth tea Anika, you’re going to burst from all this fine food!” I exclaimed, hoping my prodding might remind her of some need for relief she’d forgotten about in the festivities.
“Oh no, I’ll be fine, don’t worry”.
I was surprised, when I saw Samiya and Darika smirking.
“Anika never needs to go; she has the bladder of an elephant!”.
“It’s true, she has the bladder of ten men”.
Anika laughed as I pondered their words.
“I suppose I can hold off from breaks for quite a while”.
Ira laughed.
“I’ve seen you go whole days without a break, she’s got a bladder of steel”.
As they spoke, I thought back to the few occasions I’d spent with Anika since our engagement. At our first meeting, we’d spent the entire day wandering the hills; our chaperones closely following. Despite all of us having to stop to relieve ourselves at some point, Anika had carried on throughout the day without any need. That had been an entire day without relief. My mind wandered again to our third meeting, where we had been allowed a weekend together unsupervised.
We had gone for a river cruise along the Malabar Coast, during which we had seemingly been cursed with bad luck. Our boat had developed an engine fault, leaving us adrift in the Arabian Sea for five hours; before the ICG had been able to recover us. The day had been unbearably hot at 38 degrees and we had both been guzzling water by the gallon; trying to stave off heatstroke. I had stripped down to a sleeveless shirt, while Anika had modified her Shari to not cover her full body; though for the sake of modesty she’d refused to roll it any higher than the knees or elbows.
Our hotel’s bathrooms had been ruined by a plumbing nightmare and I’d been forced to relieve myself a dozen times in bushes or secluded areas behind trees; yet I had never seen Anika go. I could remember her stomach bloating out, yet she never complained, never begged of a need to relieve herself. When we awoke in the morning; meeting in the lobby from separate bedrooms, we spent the next ten-hours travelling back north and yet, she never slowed us for a restroom break; even as I had to stop several times. When we re-joined her sister’s and mother, it must have been at least fifty-hours since she’d gotten relief; yet I never saw any sign of desperation from her, bar perhaps one hug with her sister where she looked slightly tense. Beyond that, nothing.
I was interrupted from my thoughts by Anika’s father:
“Oh yes, Anika’s bladder is infamous in our household. Unlike her sister Samiya, we’ve had to deal with more close-calls from her than I can count!”.
“Father!” she cried, blushing bright red.
“There was also that incident with the silk gown-”.
“-Father!”.
“Now then everyone, let’s have dessert!” cried Ira, sparing her daughter’s shame; whatever it was, as a row of aunts and uncles moved to bring in plates of Masala Doodh Cake, Spiced Apple crumble and yet more refreshments of wine and alcohols. Assuming I survived the night without bursting like an over-filled balloon from food; I knew if Anika could cook even half as well as her family, I would never feel hunger again.
I lasted for another half hour before having to excuse myself; realising that there was no way I was going to outlast Anika’s bladder of steel. I had no idea how anyone could hold as much as her, she was tall, skinny; yet hadn’t gone for a break once, when all the rest of us had multiple times at the feast, even her father; a man three-times bigger than anyone I’d ever met. Regardless, I indulged in as much as I could of the rest of the feast; before we all agreed to turn in around 12:30; by which time, I felt I could hardly move.
I was led through the house by Ira; trying to mask my stuffed waddling as something close to a normal walk, where I was shown into a spacious guestroom. A large wooden bed, surrounded by mango-wood cabinets and cupboards; with a beautiful golden mirror on the far-left side. Spotting my reflection, I could have sworn that I was at least a stone skinner before arrival and thanked Ira before sluggishly changing into my; thankfully elastic, striped nightshirt and pants. Snuggling under the Egyptian cotton, I found myself drifting in seconds; my last conscious thought being Anika. In four days’ time, the ceremonies would be completed, we would be married and Anika would share a bed and much more with me at our honeymoon resort two-hundred miles away. I imagined her deep-blue eyes looking into mine as we kissed for the first time...
Some hours later, I awoke suddenly; clutching my still bloated stomach, trying not to laugh too loudly in the darkness. Anika’s family cooked in terrifyingly enjoyable quantities, I had to remember to restrain myself next time. I could feel a strong need for the bathroom and so quietly pushed open the guest-room door and spotted a nearby clock, 3:14AM. Moving silently, I approached the bathroom groggily; my half-asleep brain not realising the light was already on until it was nearly too late. I froze half a second away from pushing open the door and in my position, I could see who was occupying the bathroom: Anika.
I sighed quietly with relief, glad that my near-mistake would likely have only resulted in an embarrassing moment; rather than an angry rebuke or freak-out from her mother, father, sisters or extended family. I could see Anika was in a white dressing gown; decorated with gold patterns, as she sat upon the toilet with a sleepy expression. I was about to look away when I heard the sound of water hitting a basin and realised she was peeing. Well, that might be a bad description. It sounded more like she had turned on a hose, as I heard water rush against the basin at a furious pace; her piss streaming out from between her thighs with such force, I was transfixed in fascination. I felt myself throb a little as I could see her exposed shaved pussy and I couldn’t wait to unveil the rest of her in a few days. For now, I continued to watch in awe as I heard her moan gently with relief; a long and furious stream of piss rushing into the toilet for what had now been at least a minute.
I continued to stare in disbelief as two-minutes later, the bulge I could see at her stomach from today’s fine wining and dining had barely shrunk and her long piss continued, the furious rush beginning to make me feel dizzy: How on earth could anyone hold that much? Some-time later; at least another minute, her stream began to ease off and slowly decreased into a gentle; more normal stream, before finally ending in a half-dozen final droplets. I heard Anika relax, half-moaning; half yawning and quickly rushed back to my guestroom, hearing her exit the bathroom and close the door on her own bedroom. Racing back into the bathroom, my own need to go now significant, I thought for a moment about what I had just witnessed and smiled. Anika had stronger bladder control than anyone I had ever met and it was another thing that impressed me about her: I loved her confidence, her warmth, her hidden but clear cheekiness; like when she had “Tripped” into my arms during our first walk together, even though I knew from learning about her since that she was an expert climber and wouldn’t have been thrown off-balance by a simple hill-road.
I drifted back off to sleep, thinking about Anika; her smile warming my heart…
The next evening began the first of the wedding ceremonies: The Ganesh Pooja. I, Anika, her mother, father and sisters; as well as an elderly grandmother, were all in attendance. I arrived second-to-last; in accordance to tradition, bowing to each member of Anika’s family. I was dressed in a full-body Jodhpuri suit; with grey patterning and buttons on the cuffs and collar. We were surrounded by red-flowers and ornaments; honouring Lord Ganesh and I took my place centred on a wooden-stage; an empty white bridal seat waiting next to me. Shortly after, Anika was brought in; dressed in a wonderful red gown; with golden patterns, where we were blessed by a priest for luck and good fortune. That night, the first round of celebrations was in order and Anika and I were allowed to dance together; holding each other close. I could feel a slight bulge on her stomach and realised that she likely hadn’t been able to relieve herself all day; with emotional aunts constantly surrounding her, as well as far more preparations than I had to undertake. Indeed, as the celebrations settled and I headed for bed; her sisters were still sobbing emotionally around her, as I looked on sympathetically but exhaustedly lumbered towards my bed.
The next morning, I saw Anika and her sisters still curled up on the floor of the living room; she’d clearly spent hours comforting them, before they’d all collapsed asleep in exhaustion. I applied a blanket to cover Anika and saw her stomach had expanded further and raised an eye; though I figured with her bladder strength it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle and she’d likely have time to relieve herself within an hour or two. I quickly learned that there would be no such luck for her: Within seconds of waking up, she and her sisters were whisked away for the Mehndi ceremony preparations and I saw practically nothing of them until the Sangeet; which was being hosted in a beautiful local hall; decorated with fine ornaments and colours, with a variety of songs playing throughout the night.
Anika’s arrival; surrounded by a dozen or more of her close-friends, warmed my heart and her hands were painted with multi-coloured lotus flowers in Henna dye as part of the Mehndi: A ceremony to ward off evil and “Promote fertility and attract good energy!”, her father bellowed loudly; explaining the custom to a friend of mine who’d come over from Britain, causing him to shoot me a sly grin. That night, I introduced Anika to my extended family who were practically all in attendance; as well as several close friends from Britain, Delhi and Mumbai. Anika was chatting to them in a friendly manner, however I noticed she wasn’t moving as much as usual; normally owning a room with her confident and bold energy. I could see her stomach was pushing out further and every once in a while, her legs were coming closer together than normal. I realised she must not have been able to use the bathroom again for the entire day, yet here she was; maintaining herself with such dignity. Her beautiful red-gown glimmered in the hall and I looked towards her with complete affection, marvelling at her poise and beauty.
The event was grand and lavish. Dozens of women on one side of the room were having their hands and feet painted in Henna dye, while relatives on both sides were making their introductions. Food and drinks were shared about freely and I saw at least three glasses of wine come-and-go through Anika’s hands, shared between laughter, tears and conversation with all the guests. I heard bits and pieces of Anika’s throughout the night; caught within my own social circles and new ones that constantly divided my attention:
“You look so beautiful Anika”.
“I remember when I was your age, my Sangeet was something to behold”.
“I wish you good fortune and happiness”.
“Our daughter will finally settle and have children”.
“This is a blessed day”.
“I’m just glad nothing’s gone wrong, remember poor Samiya’s! Oh, what a disaster and that gorgeous silk gown! Can you believe she-”.
“Aunt! Please”.
Eventually, I was able to make my way over to my bride and find a moment of peace with her among the lavish chaos. Her long black hair was tied back and her blue-eyes looked deep into mine with that perfect smile of hers, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her; yet I knew it was not appropriate during the wedding. Our families; both deeply religious, would never approve of something so publically intimate and so instead, I held her hand in mine as we began to sway slowly to the gentle melodies of the music.
“I promise, I will always take care of you Anika, I’ll never let you down”.
“I know Baru, you’re a good man”.
“For you my love, I want to be the best of men”.
“You are to me”.
We both smiled softly and held each other gently through the soft rhythms of the music for several minutes. Pressed gently against her, I could feel how large and tight her stomach had swollen to be; yet she moved as if barely noticing it, a reality I could barely understand.
“Have you even been to the bathroom today?!” I whispered, gently rubbing her stomach.
“Oh, no I haven’t. I don’t really bother with things like that though when I’m busy”.
“But all day?”.
“I suppose it has been a while, I haven’t gone since… the night before last”.
I stared in shock as I realised that that meant the mammoth piss I’d secretly witnessed her having almost forty-eight hours ago was the last time she’d relieved herself. The thought left me in complete awe and I stroked her right arm gently, wanting to show my affection; without earning either of our family’s ire. Her arms locked around my neck and her eyes stared deeply into me; as I felt so complete with this incredible woman standing before me. Everything about her left me in complete awe and I held her as tight as we dared for a long time until family and friendship commitments forced us to separate apart.
The celebrations continued for several more hours, until finally; Anika and I returned to her family home, completely drained of all-energy. Her head rested lazily on my shoulder and within a few minutes-drive; she was asleep. As she lay there, I could see her stomach was now almost twice as big as before and could not fathom how it was even possible for someone to hold that much in. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to disturb her and so I turned to her parents:
“May I carry her to her room?”.
Her parents shared a look, before the father nodded; smiling softly. Once we pulled in at the house, I gently eased her into my arms; taking care to cradle her softly, without holding any areas of her body that would be deemed inappropriate. She was half-conscious as I gently lifted her up the stairs, easing her bedroom door open and laying her on the bed. Her room was full of makeup, henna dye, scattered family and friendship photos and clothes; yet the bed was clear, so I was able to gently rest her head on the pillow. I could see her mother, father and a few others were following behind me; yet despite that, I impulsively took a risk and kissed her very softly on the forehead, stroking her hair.
“Goodnight Anika”.
I walked quietly out as two of her close-friends entered; undoubtedly helping her to change and wash up, before she would fall back into her deep and well-earned slumber. I turned and bowed respectfully to her mother and father.
“Thank you for preparing everything so beautifully. I’m honoured to be joining your family and humbled that I am seen as worthy to your daughter”.
“Do you believe you are worthy?”.
The question came from her father, yet it might as well have been spoken by either of them; Ira and Harish staring towards me curiously. The tone of the question was not hostile, nor inviting, it was a neutral test of character and I considered for several seconds what they might want or not desire to hear. In the end, I spoke from the heart:
“Anika is the most incredible woman I’ve ever met and I do not think I am worthy of her. I don’t know that any man could be. She is kind and caring, beautiful and confident, the way she does everything with such strength is inspiring; she’s a woman of grace in every sense. I cannot compare. But I love her; with everything that I am. I will work for her, bleed for her; die to protect her if I must and spend my life loving her completely Brahman willing. What’s mine is hers and I will strive to ensure she wants for nothing during our lives together. That doesn’t make me worthy, I know. But I will never stop trying to be”.
Ira smiled gently and Harish simply turned to her and said: “You chose well my love”, before reaching out his hand to mine. We shook hands and Ira then pulled me into a hug and said: “Welcome to our family”. I felt tears well up in my eyes from emotion and simply managed to say a basic: “Thank you”; not trusting myself not to break out in tears.
Harish slowly walked away and Ira invited me downstairs for a private conversation. Pouring me a glass of Fratelli Brut, Ira spoke gently:
“She’ll be a good wife to you”.
“I have no doubt; I hope I can make a good husban-”
“It’s alright, you don’t need to convince me further” smiled Ira wryly. She sat herself down in an old wooden armchair, I took a seat directly opposite.
“When I was her age, I married Harish. He was strong, confident and successful beyond his years. You aren’t these things. But you are compassionate, caring, a gentle man; though not weak I think. Your strength is untested. But I can see it. When I chose you for Anika’s match, I could see you would be her balance and her yours”.
“I think you’re right” I answered honestly. “Thank you”.
“Anika has always been strong-willed and no doubt, she will be a different bride to you than I was to her father. I was demure, obedient and supportive; as was tradition. Yet now, our world has changed. Anika honours the traditions in culture but she has a wildness to her, a boldness; that I never had. I’ve no doubt that where I feared to lose my gown and coverings, she will relish their removal on your honeymoon. I’m sure you’ve been anticipating this for a long time”.
I choked on my drink, stuttering; trying to intelligently form words. Ira raised a hand.
“I have no judgments to offer you there, so have no fear. You are a man wanting his bride, there is no shame. Her body will have many treasures to offer you, just do not forget that her heart and mind will offer countless more”.
“I-I swear; I will not forget”.
“Good… you’ve noticed many of her strengths I’m sure already. Her abilities to deny the need for relief is impressive; even to me, as I had the same strength in my youth, though even that failed me on occasion. Yet for her it never has. A woman’s grace, her dignity; that has always been important to us, Anika has always taken great pride in that. Honour her for it, as you will much else. I do ask you though, as a mother for her daughter: Let her be weak with you. Let her be afraid and vulnerable and at times, lack grace. A wife is expected to be many things and must be many more. Please, do not make her be a ghost of herself; a shadow to expectations”.
“I promise Mrs. Khatri. She will always be honoured for herself with me”.
“Thank you Baru and please, call me mother”.
The next day was a beautiful day; though thankfully not unbearably hot, as I prepared myself for the Baraat ceremony. A friend of mine from Britain was standing among those present; Oliver, who gave me final congratulations; and condolences, before marrying, his classic wit.
“Good luck Baru, don’t fall off”.
I smiled and began riding forwards on a white steed, family and friends of mine on all sides following behind me. The horse kicked grass as we made our way towards the wedding grounds, where a lavish white mandap stretched out in front of at least a hundred-guests. As we closed in, dozens called my name and cheered; shouting blessings and well-wishes, as I reared the horse-up; sending a cheer through the guests. Dismounting, I took my place underneath the canopy and waited for her arrival her parents sat underneath as well on each-side.
A few minutes later, I saw Anika approach. She looked more radiant than I’d ever seen her, red-fabrics wrapped around her as golden jewellery and necklaces decorated her like a goddess on earth. She approached with a fervent smile, led by her uncle; who moved away as she took her seat beside me. Her sister Samiya was taking the place of a brother for the next part of tradition, handing us beads of rice to throw into the ceremonial fire. As we did, I noticed how Anika’s body was incredibly tense. She always stood with a tall but relaxed posture, yet right now, she was ever so slightly leant forward; her legs far too-close together for what I knew she found comfortable. Suddenly, I spotted what was causing her such discomfort and nearly gasped: Though practically unnoticeable to most, Anika’s stomach was bloated out now more than three times its usual size. A skinny woman even bloated; almost no-one had picked up on it, yet I realised that in the hustle of today’s preparation, she had been denied any chances to slip away and relieve herself. It must now have been at least sixty-hours since she had a bathroom break and the thought was making my head spin. How was that possible? How could she still be holding so much?
As the ceremonies continued, from the giving away by the parents to Mangalphera; the four-turn walk around the holy-fire, I could see that; even for Anika, this was putting her under strain. Up-close, I could see small beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her walk was slower than even courtesy would demand and as we reached Mangalsutra; the groom’s gift to the bride, the moment to seal our union, I looked into her eyes. She was smiling; her outward appearance calm, yet I could see a strain and a slight hint of fear that I knew shouldn’t be there. Nervousness, yes; any bride on her wedding day could be forgiven that. My stomach alone felt like butterflies were using it as a breeding ground. But there was a worry there that wasn’t towards me but instead towards our friends and family and I knew right then, for as calm as she was, that Anika; for the first time I’d ever seen, as well as probably one of the few times in her life, was genuinely desperate for relief and afraid of humiliating herself and them.
Even so, I was determined to put her at ease and so; as I applied red powder to her forehead, I ever-so-slightly nodded, smiling softly as I laid a necklace of beads and diamonds around her neck. She smiled knowingly at me, understanding I could feel her pain; doing her best to supress it for our moment together now. Those around us began to throw flowers and cheers erupted as we hugged each other-close. With her body pressed against me, I could feel the hardness of her bulging stomach and gently massaged her back, whispering into her ear faintly:
“I love you Anika, I’ll always love you and I know your pain. I’ll find you relief”.
Unfortunately, that proved nigh impossible. Strangely; as it turns out, at a wedding the bride-and-groom are the centres of attention and so dozens bombarded us with congratulations and letters containing rupees; or promises of gifts awaiting us when we returned from our honeymoon. Her sisters followed her with emotional displays seemingly in a repeating cycle: One would congratulate her, then break out sobbing; causing all of them to do the same, until calm was restored. Then the next would congratulate, begin sobbing; rinse and repeat. Each time, the sisters would throw themselves in hugs around her and I could see her body tensing each time; the added pressure clearly doing her bladder no-favours.
Over the next few hours, food, drinks, laughter and revelry was shared as I witnessed Anika’s signs of desperation grow subtly but noticeably worse. Sitting around the dining tables as toasts were given by my friends, I could see her legs clasping together; at first every once-in-a-while, yet as hours passed, they became more consistently held together. Everytime I would try and pull attention towards me or others; giving Anika a chance to slip away, some cousin would strike up a conversation with her and more would gravitate, to the point where after several tries, Anika finally gave up trying and held my hand; tightly, underneath the table. I rested her head against mine and spoke quietly as the music played:
“Do you want to try again?”.
“There’s no point, we’re both going to have to stay here until we can leave”.
“Are you going to be able to wait that long?”.
“I can do it. I’m have an iron bladder after all. I’ll make it”.
Iron or not, our remaining time there was gruelling for Anika; without question. To everyone else, she appeared perfectly normal; sat behind our table, she drank, ate, laughed and took compliments and gave them with perfect courtesy. She was the picture of dignity, a woman of grace. Yet behind the table, Anika’s growing desperation was becoming far more obvious. Her legs became wrapped around each other by the table legs, at first unmoving; then every-once in a while, gently bouncing. Then a light shake. Eventually, I would see her hands dropping subtly to her waist; where she would “Adjust” her gown, briefly holding her stomach and lightly easing the pressure as she did.
At one point, Ira approached us and gently whispered something too quietly into Anika’s ear for me to hear. Anika responded: “I’ll manage” and Ira kissed her daughter’s head, walking away; a slightly concerned look on her face. It was clear; that though everyone else might be fooled, a mother’s instincts had let her cut right through Anika’s façade and see that her poised, elegant, beautifully dressed and wonderfully graceful daughter was probably closer than she’d ever been to losing control of her bladder and wetting herself right where she sat.
I couldn’t even imagine how that would look; let alone the response. Anika’s determination was endless and her desire to remain sophisticated and in-control almost near-as powerful. If she broke, there would be no clear sign until the very moment it happened; the absolute second she lost-control being the first most moment most would realise anything had been wrong.
Yet despite my fears for her, Anika continued to hold on. At several points, a dozen different guests made toasts and all us sipped wine from our various goblets. I expected Anika just to pretend but she would genuinely drink from it; refusing not to enjoy the expensive wines on offer. Twice, refills were made to her glass when it became low and I knew that every drink she took was filling up her already strained bladder; her stomach filling out further. I couldn’t believe how she was managing it.
It was growing clearer to me by the hour that she needed relief, that the amount she was holding was seriously putting strain on her stretched stomach as I saw her right leg gently shake under the table but even if we could have found a chance; I doubted whether Anika would try again. She was determined to maintain her dignity, refusing to be seen as some little girl who desperately craved the toilet; needing to be excused from the celebrations of her own wedding day, just so she wouldn’t have an accident.
Even so, there had to be a dozen glasses worth of drinks over almost three days filling her bladder; constantly pressing on her overworked sphincter. That amount of piss resting inside, stretching what must be already exhausted muscles, would have driven anyone else to lose control or at best, be in constant wailing agony with tears and screams of frustration. Yet Anika kept up appearances and allowed no-one beyond her mum and I to know that anything was wrong, her smiles, laughter and wit lighting up the event.
An hour before the ceremony would conclude, our wedding photographer; Muhammed, called us over for some official photos by a pre-designated photography section. I looked nervously towards Anika, knowing that sitting down was probably a key part of what was helping her to hold on; yet she smiled as if unburdened, taking my hand in hers as we walked to the staging area.
As various photos of us were taken, I could feel Anika leaning her weight against me and ensured I was taking as much of her balance as would appear normal. She could not be seen to hold herself, nor shake and the pain of remaining rigid, upright or stretched out in various; non-moveable poses, must be setting her bladder on fire. Anika continued to hold through dozens of pictures with me and various guests, however two uncles took pictures with her; I saw her knees bend as she clutched forwards, holding her stomach for a second-or-two. My heart raced in fear, thinking this was the start of her losing control but instead, she straightened up and smiled at her family.
“Apologies, my gown’s strings got caught on the jewellery. Shall we continue?”.
The statement was effortless and said with a relaxed smile, yet I knew it was a lie; I could see the fear in her-eyes. She had just come close to losing control of her bladder, not just desperate as she had been for hours but actively about to have all the liquid held inside her like a burning hot energy; come pouring out through her dress. No-one else had picked up on this forever, as the uncles laughed; one of them commenting on how: “My daughter’s jewellery once got her trapped in a doorway for an hour!” and other such anecdotes that kept Anika standing beside them far longer than she wanted right now. Her mum approached and as she passed by me, quietly whispered: “Keep them away from us”.
As such, as Muhammed prepared his camera; I distracted several approaching guests with a loud display of approval for their attendance, challenging our wedding band to play some more energetic music to increase the revelry. Fresh rounds of dancing and singing broke out, as I stood close enough to just about hear Anika and Ira’s conversation.
“Anika, you need to go, right now”.
“I can’t get there without being mobbed, besides; I can make it.
“Anika, don’t be prideful. You’re desperate and in pain, I can tell. Tell the others you need relief. You can’t hold it any longer”.
“I can mother, I have to. It’s expectation, I have to remain in attendance. I just had a slip, nothing happened; just a twinge of pain worse than I expected. I can handle it”.
“Please, I can’t see another one of my daughters' disgrace themselves at their wedding. This is meant to be the happiest day of your life. Don’t spoil it and shame yourself”.
“I won’t mother. I won’t dishonour myself or our family like that. You know I can hold it”.
“You haven’t been like this since that horror with Romila. You know that-”.
“I was sixteen! You know that was different and no-one learned what happened then. I am not Samiya, I am not Romila and I am not a little girl. I am a woman grown, a wife and I will not dishonour us. I will not wet myself mother. Thank you. But I will make due”.
A few seconds later, Muhammed announced he was ready for their photo and mother and daughter smiled together; their argument unseen in their faces, nor heard to anyone but me. Anika took my arm and we returned to our seats; admittedly after several minutes of fighting through more guest conversations. As we sat, I saw Anika’s tense shoulders visibly relax; the pressure eased off her slightly. Even so, I looked down to see her immensely full bladder had stretched out her stomach even further; a slight, yet noticeable bulge through even the gown, so I could not imagine how it looked underneath.
Suddenly, to Anika’s left, I could see her sister Darika knock over a glass of wine; as attendants rushed to clear the mess, as she apologised profusely. I watched the red-liquid run over the table’s side, dripping onto the floor in long streams; the pattering against the grass. I then looked towards Anika’s face, she had turned her face away and was looking down at the table; while all were distracted, briefly glancing at me. Her expression had briefly turned to one of fear, frustration and vulnerability; my iron-bladder wife, tormented by the sounds she could hear around her; digging into her control like talons of growing desperation. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, quickly whispering into her ear:
“It’s almost over, just a bit longer sweetheart. You can make it”.
Indeed, the wedding was now nearly done. Storm clouds were beginning to form overhead and the ceremonies were over: It was time for me to lead Anika to our honeymoon car, where I would drive us just under two-hundred miles to the honeymoon resort, as soon as; once clearly out of sight of any guests, I would find the first bathroom available in a hopefully relatively quiet restaurant and finally get my bride the relief I could see that she was desperately craving and needed.
“It is time for the bride and groom to depart, let us wish them well!”.
Ira spoke and the relief in Anika’s face was palpable, as she led our guests in cheers and waves of goodbye as I helped Anika to her feet. She walked very slowly, waving goodbye to all and thanking many as we passed by; with enough time to wish our nearest and dearest personal thanks, though I could tell this was also from necessity. I had no doubt that she would rush off the grounds in a heartbeat, yet that would involve her having to run while visibly desperate; something she simply would not do. As such, I cradled her tense-body close as we wished all well and as we approached the car, I caught small fragments of a dozen conversations:
“She’s so beautiful!”.
“They make such a wonderful couple”.
“Baru’s only gone and done it, never thought I’d see the day. Punching above his weight! Good on you lad”.
“If only Samiya’s wedding had gone this smoothly, that was a complete travesty! That whole business with the bridesmaid, complete stupidity and the way she ruined that dress when she-”
“Uncle, please!”.
Our honeymoon car was a white Jaguar XJ, decorated in pink and yellow flowers; the comfortable leather and air-conditioning a relief to both of us after hours against rigid wooden chairs and heat. We smiled at each other as I turned the ignition key and began slowly driving forwards, the cheers of dozens calling out to us as we rounded the corner. Once we were out of view, Anika visibly relaxed her shoulders; crossing her legs, sighing with relief.
“Are you alright my love?”.
“I’ll be okay, let’s just find somewhere as quickly as possible. I haven’t held this much in years. Even for me, its…”.
“It’s okay, I understand”.
“Thank you Baru”.
She held my hand as I moved us forwards, just a few miles and we’d reach the inner-districts and relief for Anika. Suddenly however, the car’s automatic Bluetooth connected a call from Ira. Her next words fell like a hammer-blow on Anika; her face turning pale:
“The weather forecast is saying Monsoon rains are about to hit. You’ll need to get moving quickly”.
Monsoon rains. Devastating torrents of water that could disrupt the roads within minutes for the inner-cities and even the super-highways lasted only a few hours under constant barrage before becoming flooded and too-dangerous. If I drove us into the city to find Anika relief, it was certain that we would not be able to get to our honeymoon hotel in-time; the rains would trap us in the ruined inner-city roads. We had to get on the highways now, there was a turning for one in half a mile and I looked towards Anika. We both understood. To get there in time, there would be no stopping. No breaks. We would arrive in just over three-hours; a two-hundred-mile journey. Three more hours of agony for Anika.
“Anika-” I began.
“It’s okay, I know. I’ll hold it”.
I felt incredibly guilty as I turned onto the motorway and locked the car in the top-speed I could safely drive in this appalling weather. The sound of rain pouring onto the car had Anika staring at the floor in frustration, her legs wrapped tightly around each other. I noticed though, that she wasn’t using her hands or any more direct methods to control her need; possibly feeling too embarrassed. I thought back to what her mother had said to me the night before and knew how I could help.
“Anika, loosen your gown. Rest the seat back, then put your arms under your stomach. It will support your stomach. Hold yourself directly if you need to. It’s okay”.
“Baru, I-I can’t. That’s too shameful. I’m your wife, I can’t shame you by acting that way”.
“You won’t shame me Anika. You are my wife and that means, when you’re alone with me, you don’t have to be like you’ve always been. Constantly strong. Constantly elegant. You’re the most graceful, beautiful, determined woman I’ve ever met but you don’t have to be that for me all the time. I want you to be… you. When that’s good or bad. I want you to be vulnerable with me, to know I won’t judge you when you’re in pain or weak or… holding a bladder fuller than ten elephants”.
Anika giggled but looked towards me with wide eyes.
“I love you Anika and I can’t imagine how much pain you’re in right now. Please don’t make it worse by being strong around me. You could never shame me when we’re alone. Even if you can’t make it, I won’t be ashamed. I couldn’t be any prouder of you, you’ve held for so long and you made it through the whole wedding without any breaks. Please, do what you need to so that you can make it and if you can’t, just know that’s okay too. I love you and nothing will change that”.
Anika leaned forwards and kissed me; directly, on the lips for the first time. It only lasted a few seconds, yet I’m surprised I didn’t veer us off the road; the sensation was incredible. I’d kissed a few girls in Senior Secondary in Delhi, gone further than my parents would have liked with a few girls in Britain; yet nothing compared to this incredible woman’s passionate embrace and I truly could not wait to share a bed with her for the first time tonight; once she had gotten relief.
“I love you too Baru and thank you, so much. Even so, I promise you, I won’t lose control. No matter what. I can make it”.
And so, our long journey began. Anika loosened the strings around her gown, loudly moaning in relief as some tension came away from her stomach; blushing as she did so. She cradled her full bladder, stroking it gently to try and ease the pain and I played Indian-pop music to block out the sound of the rain from her ears. We talked and drove for two hours, as I did my best to distract Anika even as I saw her desperation; now clearly visible, worsening.
Her thighs rubbed together tightly and often as the miles passed, her legs now firmly clamped shut and often shaking, bouncing or occasionally re-twisting around each other into odd positions; that would help Anika find the strength to continue holding on. Eventually; blushing bright red as she did so, her hands found their way between her legs, at first occasionally holding but by the time of the first hour mark, they were regularly grabbing and by the second, firmly placed between her legs; grabbing herself tightly. She moved around on her seat, squirming and fidgeting with each new burst of desperation; reminding me of times I’d been desperate on long car journeys with my parents as a child. I doubt Anika could relate to that, yet she was certainly experiencing that kind of frustration from being unable to stop for a break; yet holding more than you think you can, for long periods of time.
“Oh this hurts so bad” she said; sometime into the second hour. “It hurts so fucking badly. I’d never had to piss so much”.
The vulgarity of her language shocked me; I was so used to her sophisticated speech style, which highlighted just how desperate Anika had become. She was constantly wiggling, shaking; practically vibrating at times and I wondered whether she had hours left that she could hold for; or minutes.
“Anika, how long have you been holding all this now?”.
“Hmm, by this point, I think about… oooh, oh… that hurts. At least 70 hours”.
“H-how Anika? Why didn’t you go before?”.
“The first day and a half, I didn’t even need to, I usually go about once-every two days. The second evening, we were surrounded constantly and I didn’t want to excuse myself publically, so I thought I’d go when we got home but I fell asleep and this morning was so hectic; my sisters literally didn’t leave me alone for a second, constantly helping me to get ready. Each time Samiya got up to use the bathroom while the others kept me from going, I swear I wanted to slap every one of them”.
I burst out laughing, which caused Anika to laugh at how grumpily frustrated she’d become; before she moaned in pain as the laughter caused her to double over.
“Sorry” I said. “Still, how do you hold that much?”.
“I’ve always been able to hold way more than normal. My mum’s the same and she showed me her techniques to last even stronger and every year, I’ve been able to hold more. When I was ten, I could go at least an entire day without relief. By sixteen, I could last almost two-days and for a couple of years now, I’ve usually been able to go two or three full days; sometimes more, if I drink or eat less. But I drank so much and I really wish I hadn’t right now”.
Several more minutes passed and Anika’s desperation worsened rapidly. She was now regularly bouncing up and down, moaning regularly in pain from her mammoth bladder’s unbelievable strain and I knew she was absolutely bursting; her sphincter exhausted, her bladder just too unbearably full: Only her sheer willpower and iron-grip was keeping her in control now, along with her self-belief as she kept saying over and over: “I can make it”, “I can make it, I can make it”.
A few more minutes passed. In just over three-quarters of an hour, we’d arrive. Within the hour, Anika could get the relief she so badly needed. I looked over to her and saw tears in her eyes, her body violently shaking; her chants having stopped. She looked up at me, fear, humiliation and despair in her eyes:
“Baru… I don’t think I can make it”.
I could see the way her body was shuddering, how every part of her body was vibrating with desperation; the unbearably painful kind, on-the-edge, minutes or even seconds away from loss-of-control kind. Anika hadn’t lost control yet but I could see in her face, it was imminent. Her bladder had now swelled to making her stomach look five times larger than normal; she was now genuinely looking like she could be months pregnant, as her shaking stomach overhung her legs and thighs; trembling with its fullness. Her exhausted body was on the verge of breaking, her dam of willpower and bladder control with cracks all the way through it.
“It’s alright baby, you did so well. If you can’t make it, don’t keep yourself in pain my love. Just let it go”.
“Baru, you don’t understand. I’ve never held this much before. If I lose control, I’m going to ruin my dress, the seat, the floor; it will probably spill over onto you and the rest of the car. Baru… I’m going to wet myself and ruin everything. I’ve been a stupid little girl. My mum was right; I’m going to shame myself. I’m so desperate. I’m going to have an accident… it just hurts too much”.
Tears were running down her face and my heart ached, trying to think of some way I could help her. There were no nearby stops at this point and even if there had been, a recent radio broadcast had said the motorways heading South would be closed in fifteen minutes. We’d be off it in twelve at current speed. There was no time to stop. If Anika could just make it for one-more hour, she’d make it. But she didn’t have an hour. I doubted she even had ten minutes. I had to think fast. Suddenly, an idea came to my head.
“Anika, do you trust me?”.
Anika looked towards me, confused; momentarily distracted from her desperation.
“Do you trust me?” I repeated. I needed to hear that before I did what I planned next.
Anika nodded and I explained my idea. Anika practically gasped at my suggestion and blushed deeper, redder and more profusely than I’d even seen anyone do so but; after holding back another intense burst for several seconds, she agreed. I moved my left hand off the steering wheel, sliding it between her legs and pushed tightly. Anika let out the loudest moan I’d ever heard from her, the instant relief clearly visible as tension drained from her shoulders and body. With the pressure of my hand between her legs, she could press herself against it when desperation spiked; while holding her own stomach.
“Oh that’s so much better. Thank you Baru”.
It clearly didn’t stop her desperation, the rest of our journey continued with her squirming against my hand; often grinding it, yet now with her hands free to hold her stomach, she was longer on the absolute verge of wetting herself in the car and this lifted her spirits significantly. Even so, by the time we pulled into the hotel car park, her body was shaking again; though not as viciously, while the hard part came next: I could come back for our bags and just keep the umbrella over us; to shield us from being utterly drenched by the rain, however Anika was going to have to hold on; standing, for a few minutes, without any help. I watched my wife’s expression as I told her this, wondering if she’d be able to handle it. Anika trembled with fear, desperation or perhaps both but took a deep breath and looked at me with renewed confidence in her deep-blue eyes:
“I can make it”.
Stepping out of the car, I rushed around; helping her out, shielding us from the rain with a sturdy two-person umbrella that nevertheless flipped wildly in the stormy weather. Anika untangled her legs and stepped out, making it about five steps from the car before her knees bent forwards and she moaned in pain. I paused and waited as she composed herself, then we walked forwards again. Twenty-steps. Anika froze with frustration, pee dancing on the spot as she had one had slipped under the fabric; pressed inside her hidden underwear. I knew she would normally be mortified to be doing this in front of me, let alone in public but thankfully the storm had driven everyone else inside and we both knew if she didn’t use such visible methods to control herself; she’d be having an accident in seconds.
Finally, after three-or four minutes to cross roughly a one-hundred step distance from our parking space to the main door, we stepped inside and approached the unmanned reception desk. Anika pressed the bell a dozen times in quick succession, clearly not caring or simply unable to wait for them to respond slowly to a single chime. As the clerk approached, Anika tried her best to remain composed; hiding her squirming lower half by pressing herself close to the desk, while remaining as still as possible, though she was still practically bouncing on the spot.
“Hi, we’re the newlyweds, we have a reservation”.
“Ah, Anika and Baru, correct?”.
“That’s us”.
“Well, welcome to the Imperial Lotus, we hope you have a lovely stay. Your room’s on the third floor, room 44. The lift’s over there and we’ll send a concierge around to bring your bags in from the car once the storm passes. Here’s your key”.
“Thank you, have a nice evening”.
Anika practically threw herself into the lift and the moment it was closed, doubled over in pain; holding herself tightly, both hands inside her dress and underwear, holding furiously, moaning loudly. I could glimpse that her red floral panties were still; amazingly, dry. My iron-bladder, insanely strong wife had refused to even let herself leak a single drop but I knew that over the next two minutes, that would either remain the case or she would violently piss through her wedding clothes.
“Baru, I-I… I’m going to lose control... I can’t do it. I can’t do it”.
“You can Anika, just one more minute, we’re here”.
On cue, the lift doors swung open and Anika desperately struggled forwards, as I fumbled about with the key in the lock.
“Baru… I can’t hold it. It’s… it’s going to come out any second!”.
At that exact moment, I pushed open the door and Anika rushed in at light-speed. She practically ripped the bathroom door off its hinges as the automatic lights came on, revealing a sizeable porcelain bathroom. Anika fumbled about with her dress strings for several seconds, her whole body shaking, twisting; dancing desperately in front of the toilet, mere inches from the relief her whole body was screaming for, begging for. Suddenly, Anika froze and began to shake uncontrollably; her hands trembling too much to continue. Her body had locked up and if I didn’t get those clothes off her right now; she would soak them. Her body was beaten. She couldn’t move another inch but I wasn’t going to let her lose control here. Ripping down the seam, I tore the strings away; her exposed back and shoulders clear to me, only her silky red lingerie bra underneath. Ripping off the rest of her dress in one foul swoop, throwing it outside the bathroom; Anika’s body came back to life, suddenly free, with enough energy to slide her red lingerie panties down to her knees, as she collapsed onto the toilet porcelain. The very instant her body touched down on the seat, I was witness to one of the most spectacular sights I’d ever seen.
Her piss streamed out in a violent gusher, faster and more furiously than I’d ever thought possible, as pee steamed out from between her trembling legs. Her exposed pussy was quivering with relief and Anika screamed in joy, the pressure of more than a dozen drinks and nearly three-full days-worth of holding coming out in a furious stream; drenching the toilet ceramics as Anika’s whole body sagged in contentment. Her immensely bloated stomach shook with the force of release as piss streamed out from her with unbelievable speed. For three-minutes straight, Anika’s whole body shook with the force and I felt dizzy just watching such immense pressure being released; I couldn’t even comprehend how painful it must have been to hold all that, with the release now being unimaginably relaxing. Her body was vibrating so hard that the panties wrapped around her knees had slid to her ankles and sweat was pouring down her; as the longest piss I’d ever witnessed continued to stream out of Anika, who was lost and oblivious to anything beyond her long-awaited relief.
From her body’s perspective, she’d have felt like she’d lost it just a few seconds before sitting and though she’d not leaked anything, the adrenalin and forced feeling of relief that washes through the body when you lose control; combined with the joy of actually still making it, must be putting Anika on Cloud Nine. I was mesmerised by just how much was still racing out of her, long streams of piss spraying against the toilet and rising up the entire fluid level to three-times as high as normal, yet she was still going. I continued to watch as she let out a series of low-moans, the force of her pissing clearly putting her in both pain from the exhausted muscles all giving way at once; while simultaneously relaxing her battered sphincter, bladder and legs.
Her long, smoothly toned brown legs were trembling with release and her back arched back, her piss still flooding into the toilet as she rubbed her sweaty head in relief; though still peeing, finally feeling human enough again to look up at me, smilingly guiltily; embarrassedly, but with such unburdened joy that I couldn’t help but laugh. This was the most surreal first day of a marriage imaginable but with her, I truly didn’t care, sat as she was with her wedding night lingerie wrapped around her ankles, half covering her partially exposed breasts and her dress torn through and scattered over the floor.
Her body was stunningly beautiful, her tall black-figure; sagged as it was in relief, still beautiful. Her stomach was slowly shrinking down as piss continued to pour out from her for the seventh minute straight, her beautiful, large breasts bouncing lightly as her body continued to shake; though less extremely now, with release. Her long-legs were absolutely gorgeous and her shaved, exposed pussy was now resting still as her long piss; now into its eighth minute, slowly began to subside, first into several bursts and streams, then a few drops racing out and finally, her whole body slumped back as the last of her piss was expelled; leading to Anika moaning loudly with relief as her desperation finally came to an end.
“Holy shit. I’ve never had to go so bad”.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever had to go that bad”.
Anika laughed for several seconds; unrestricted by an unstable bladder, the sound warming my heart.
“I couldn’t have made it without you my love. Thank you so much. If you hadn’t let me do what I needed to, so I could control it… I would have wet myself. I don’t know how to thank you Baru”.
“You don’t need to thank me my love. I’m your husband now. I’ll always protect you and help you, whenever you need. That’s what I’m here for”.
Anika smiled lovingly but over several seconds, her expression slowly changed; evolving into a naughty smile. It was at that moment that it hit me that; for the first time, my wife was in front of me; practically completely naked, which changed moments later as she unhooked her bra, kicking the lingerie off her ankles and flushing the toilet; disposing of the large contents that had previously burdened her bladder. Looking towards me in a way that made me feel weak at the knees, she rested herself against the door; her unbelievably beautiful body on complete display.
“So, Baru” she said, smiling devilishly; stretching herself out before me.
“What do you want to do now?”.
THE END |
Premise : 16 yr old Taylor has been sent away to a boarding school for weak bladdered girls where along with regular school subjects, she will learn how to better control her bladder and maybe make some new friends along the way.
Part 1
Taylor sat in the back of her parents grey SUV staring out the window as they rolled closer to the school. Taylors mom looked back at her daughter through the rearview mirror and saw the somewhat bored look in her eyes. Before they had enrolled her in this school her mother had talked thoroughly with her daughter about this establishment and was surprised Taylor had wanted to attend this school in the first place since she was expecting a big fight out of her, not like she wanted to argue with her daughter, she hated it but it was strange how quickly she agreed to come here. Eventually the old building came into sight of Taylor's mother and she said to her daughter. "Taylor we've arrived". Slowly the girl looked up from the window to get a look at the tall building in the distance, she looked on impressed at the architecture as it was clearly very old but looked to be in perfect condition. Eventually her mother's car pulled up outside the car indicating that it was time for Taylor to exit the vehicle and begin her time at her new school. Taylor slowly stepped out of the car bringing her bag along with her. She was already dressed in school uniform, the only she didnt have was the schools tie which she would have to wear at all times throughout the day. Before she entered the halls of her new school Taylor said a quick goodbye to her mother and then swiftly walked up the schools steps to the main door. In truth she was excited to be attending this school, all the years of accidents, near accidents and having to make emergency pit stops in bushes and alleys were soon to be behind her, she would finally learn how to hold it.
Slowly Taylor pushed open the large wooden doors to the school and stepped inside. The reception consisted of a large room with a coffe table and a few seats, along with the glass window so the office workers could see if anyone was waiting to be seen to. There was already an office worker at her desk who immediately saw Taylor as she walked in. The kind lady greeted her and asked her if she was the new student enrolling in the school. Taylor replied with a yes and the receptionist said that they wouls call for the deputy head teacher to show her round the school. Before Taylor sat down the receptionist asked her if she had been given a school tie. Taylor said that she hadn't and receptionist said she would fetch one for her. The receptionist quickly went through a few drawers and finally found the one with the spare ties in it. The receptionist then went back to the window and handed Taylor her new tie which was completely yellow with a school crest on it. Taylor thanked the office lady and took a seat whilst she waited for the deputy head to greet her. As she sat and waited Taylor eventually felt a familiar feeling in her abdomen, a feeling which had caused her a lot of issues in the past. "Damn I have to pee she thought" as she slowly shifted around so as to relieve the pressure. It made sense as it was around 9 am and she usually had to go around this time anyway. She was about to ask the receptionist where the toilet is until the door that lead further into the school swung open and in walked an elderly lady with short grey hair. She turned to Taylor and said "Are you Taylor, the new student ?". Taylor responded with a yes and the women smiled at her and said "It's good to meet you. I'm the deputy head hear at this school. You can call me Mrs Andrews". Taylor greeted her politely and Mrs Andrews ordered her to stand as they were to begin their tour of the school. Taylor thought to herself "Great maybe I'll get a chance to pee soon".
The tour of the school commenced as normal with Mrs Andrews showing her where everything and some other general information. One thing Taylor noticed is that the school had quite a lot of bathrooms, way more than her old school which only had one 2 bathrooms, one for all the boys and one for all the girls. Though in fairness this school was quite larger so it made sense to have more bathrooms. As Mrs Andrews showed her around the school the pressure in Taylor's bladder was still building up, it was clear she would have to find a bathroom soon. The last part of the tour was around the dorms where Taylor would be staying before she was told to unpack her stuff Mrs Andrews finished off by saying "As you know this school is only for girls in S4 to S6 and evenn though you are in S5 you shouldnt worry about the level of education in this schools, well lets say unique classes. You shouldn't have any trouble catching up with everybody else. Also your time table is laying on your bed and I've sent someone to come meet you here when the first bell rings so wait here and they'll come meet you and if they dont go to your next class.". Taylor thanked Mrs Andrews and headed inside her dorm room .
When she entered she saw that the room was lined with 6 beds, three on each side and one of these beds had a piece of paper on it. She figured this was her time table and sure enough when she picked it up and unfolded it she found that it was indeed her time table. Looking at it she saw that her next class was holding but she still had a while to wait, 20 minutes to be exact. She threw her stuff on her bed and threw her hands in her crotch in order to hold back the flow that needed to come out of her. She looked around the room hoping to find a bathroom but alas there wasn't one. Taylor lay down on her bed and tried to ignore the thought of having to pee but as past expeeriences had shown that didnt do much for her. Eventually she heard the ring of the school bell and a lot of chatter coming from outiside her door indicating classes were switching over. She quickly stood up and tried to compose herself so the person who came to escort her wasn't aware that she had to pee. Eventually she saw the door of her room fly open and in walked an eccentric tall brown haired girl. The girl loooked at her and said "You must be Taylor. I'm Emily, I was told to lead you to your classes.". Taylor greeted Emily cheerfully and the two walked along to their next class which they had together. The girls chatted with each other whilst on their way to the classroom and they seemed to bee getting along quite well, it seemed as if Taylor had made a friend already. Even though she seemed composed Taylor could still feel the pressure in her bladder Knawing at her, begging to be released but Taylor didn't ask to stop for a bathroom break.
Eventually the girls reached a large brown door which said on it "Holding 1" which Taylor was told was her holding classroom. Taylor was also relieved to see that there was a bathroom right next to it so she could hopefully pee soon. The girls entered the classroom and luckily the class had only just started. The teacher greeted Taylor as she recognised her as the new student and told her to take a seat next to Emily. The teacher then started the lesson by saying "Since this is the first holding class of the year I'm starting off with a simple holding challenge just to see where everyone's at. Can anyone who has to pee please reaise their hand so as I cant take that into account when observing your performance". Slowly Taylor and five other girls raised their hands. At least Taylor wasn't the only girl who had to pee. When the teacher noted down their names she then handed out 500 ml bottles of water to each girls and explained what would be happening . She said that each bottle had been laced with a strong dieturic so as to insure that the challenge doesn't last too long. She also said that anyone who needs to pee and felt like they were going to pee themselves were to run to the bathroom next door and pee there. When the lesson started Taylor quickly started chugging the 500 ml water bottle and was finished in 15 minuted. Since she already had to pee pretty bad she knew she wouldn't last long here, the only thing she hoped is that she wasn't out first. The teacher wasn't kidding when they said the dieturic was strong, she could already feel it's effectss and they were only five minutes in. Taylor looked around the class and saw that there were also several girls with their hands in their crotches trying to hold back the pressure. After about seven minutes the teacher said "Remember you are free to hold anyway you'd like.". After that announcement pretty muchevery girl in the class had their hands in their crotches in an attemp to hold back the flood of urine, including Emily. After another 5 minutes Taylor's poor bladder felt like it was on fire, she could barely keep her flow contained, she felt like it would burst out at any second but she was determined not to be first. Taylor kept her cool until she felt a small spurt of pee escape her aching holding muscles. At this point she began to panic, she didn't want to pee herself on the first day. She was about to get up and run to the toilet until a she heard the sound of a chair hitting the ground. She looked back to see that a girl had thrown herself up from her seat and was making a run for the toilet. Taylor watched as she saw her run for the door with her hands in her crotch. It wasn't until she had left the room that Taylor decided to join her as she wouldn't be the first girl to give in. Taylor quickly got up out her chair and headed for the door and into the toilet.
When she stormed into the bathroom she was shocked to see that the toilet consisted of 5 squat style toilets with one stall that was already in use. Since she didn't want to wait for the stall she ran over to the squat toilets which on the bright side at least had a wall that up to her knees between then so she at least had some privacy. When Taylor was standing over the squat toilet the sight of a toilet made her bladder give out completely. Taylor squealed as a her floodgates burst open letting out a waterfall of urine that soaked right through her panties. Luckily this wasn't the first time this had happened to Taylor so she was able to quickly hike her skirt up and remove her panties before squatting down at the toiet breathing sighs of relief. NNow that Taylor was voluntarily relasing her waters she could feel the full effects of the relief of peeing and to her it was glorious. Whilst Taylor was in the middle of peeing the bathroom door swung open with two people entering. One of those people was Emily and the other was a small Asian girl with short brown hair. Both of these girls positioned theemselves over the available toilets and started peeing. Emily quickly noticed Taylor and said to her "Yeah I probably shouldv'e mentioned that cause there's so many toilets here the school set up a bunch of squat toilets to save mone, pretty much every bathroom in the school in arranged like this. Whilst she spoke Taylor heard the flushing of the stall and the girls who occupied it walked out and over to the sinks like nothing was going. Eventually Taylor stream cut off. She took some time to examine the damge to her underwear and decided she would have to change them during break as they had quite a large wet spot on them. Taylor quickly stood up from the toilet feeling the wetness of her underwear on her and headed over to the sink to wash her hands, during that time three more girls entered the toilet with one taking the stall and the other two taking the squat toilets.
Taylor then returned to the classroom to wait out the rest of the class and eventuall all the girls fell to the power of their desperation. With the last girl being a pretty black haired Indian girl who looked like she was about to burst but luckily she made it to the toilet as well. After that was over the teacher congratulated everyone for their effort and said that next lesson they would be going over several different holding methods so as to learn how to improve and with that the class ended and Taylor continued on with the rest of her day, excited as to what would come next out of her holding class.
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Part 2
Taylor was now three days in to her new boarding school and so far all had been well for her. She had been doing well in her regular classes and her holding classes were going well also. Currently it was the start of their lunch break and Taylor was swifly making her way to the toilet since she was inable to go during the last two periods and she had built up quite an urge to go. When Taylor reached the nearest toilet she pushed the door only to find out it wasn't open, again she tried the door a few more times until another girl walked up to her and said "Hey just thought I should tell you, the bathrooms are locked on a Friday lunch time". Taylor looked down at the girl's legs and saw that she had them slightly crossed indicating that she too had to pee. Needless to say Taylor was worried, it had been so long since she had last had a chance to pee, would she even be able to make it ? Taylor decided that she at least had to try and hold it so she headed off to the canteen for lunch.
When Taylor arrived she saw that several other girls seemed to be in a similar predicament to her as she saw several girls, mostly fourth and fifth years who were clearly desperate to pee, one fourth year girl even had her hands dug in her crotch. When Taylor got to the front of the lunch linethe dinner lady handed her a tray and asked her if she wanted anything to drink to which she politely declined, no need to get any more desperate now since lunch wasn't even a quarter of the way done. When Taylor had her lunh she waddled over to the table that her friend Emily. When she got to her table they greeted each other and Emily quickly noticed that she was squirming and asked her point blank if she had to pee and had found out about the bathroom closure. Taylor replied with a yes and Emily responded by saying that she had to pee a little too but she still encouraged her to hold it as they had holding class next and she wouls surely get a chance to go there. Taylor started eating her lunch and talking with Emily as she felt her pulsing bladder begging to be emptied which made her extremely uncomfortable to the point where all she was thinking about was having to pee. Taylor and Enily contiued to sit there, both squirming from their need to pee, it didn't help that Emily had been drinking a bottle of juice the whole time which was making it quite hard for her to control her bladder.
Eventually the sound of the chatting was interrupted by what sounded like water hitting the floor. The two girls looked around only to see that one of the fourth year girls was peeing herself in her seat. Taylor looked at the girls face and it looked like she was nearly in tears, her face was red as a tomato. Soon the sound of peeing stopped but by the suddenness of it it sounded like the girl had cut off the stream. The girl then started making her way out of the canteen only it was glaringly obvious that she still had to pee as her hands were dug in her wet skirt trying to keep the rest of her pee contained. Taylor didn't know what her plan was, maybe she was on her way to a less crowded area and was going to finish wetting herself there, who knows. After watching that display Taylor fealt the need to pee now more than ever as she too had her hands in her crotch and even Emily was squirming much more violently. Taylor decided she needed some air and she asked Emily to join her, she agreed.
The girls made their way out of the canteen making their need to pee glaringly obvious to anyone looking, though it wasn't as embarrasing as almost everyone else needed to pee aswell. Soon the girls found a bench outside and took a seat and once again started their conversation. Emily looked at Taylor with a worried expression and said "Taylor I'm worried I'll pee myself, I dont know why but for some reason my need to pee has went up ten fold.". Taylor responded with "Well I'm bursting as well so it looks like we're in the same boat here.". Taylor looked at her watch and saw that they still had thirty minutes to go until lunch was overand she couldn't exactly distract herself as everywhere she looked there were desperate girls. As the time ticked on and the two girls kept talking the pressure in their poor bladders was getting worse and worse by the minutes. They could feel their pee right at their pee holes trying to force it's way out. Eventually Taylor momentarily lost control of her bladder and lost a long spurt of pee. Luckily most of it was absorbed by her undies so it wasn't glaringly obvious that she had an accident. Eventually the first bell ended up ringing and the two girls slowly got up from their seats and headed to their holding class. As they moved on it was clear that Emily was more desperate than Taylor as she was literally doubled over as she tried to get inside the building. Eventually Emily couldn't hold on anymore and her bladder started giving out in large spurts. Emily tried to ignore and continue to slowly walk inside as pee exited her overfull bladder spurt by spurt and left a trail of urine behind her. Eventually her pee hole fully opened and she stopped as she started peeing full force, pee going rigt through her panties and down her legs, luckily her skirt remained relatively dry. Taylor looked back at her friend her own bladder wincing in pain to see if she could help, Emily signalled her to move on as she could still make it to which Taylor oblieged.
After a painful walk Taylor eventually made it to her holding class and walked in her bladder in more pain than ever. She took her seat and the teacher quickly started the lesson. "So today class you are going to learn what to do when you have to pee and cant hold it. The method we're going to look over today is peeing into a container and since you're all already desperate your going to pee into these plastic bottles. The rule is that you will get two each but you have to wait ten seconds before using the next bottle and dont worry about getting it on the carpet it is super absorbent and is sanitised after every class.". The teacher quickly handed out two plastic bottles per person and since Taylor was minutes away from an accident she had to be quick, She unbuttoned her jeans and quickly threw her jeans down to her knees as several of the other girls were doing and after that uncapped tthe bottle and positioned over her pee hole. Once she was sure she had the right position she relaxed and her pee suddenly shot out of her and started filling the bottle, she had to reposition it in order to lose as little as possible but in her defence she did better than some of her classmates, one girl wasn't able to uncap the bottle intime and started peeing on her chair. As she continued peeing she could feel the blissful relief of relieving herself after having such a full bladder. Eventually Taylor saw that the bottle was nearing its limit and she wasn't so now came the hard part stopping her flow. Once the bottle was full she cut off the flow of pee which caused a feeling of desperation like no other as the rest of her pee begged to be released. Taylor quickly capped the first bottle and uncapped the second but she wasn't quite quick enough and she started peeing in her seat before she could position the bottle again. When she had the bottle in place she fully relaxed her holding muscles and began peeing full force again enjoying the blissful release that many of her classmates were also enjoying. Eventually her stream cut off and she looked at the bottle and saw she had nearly filled it up to the brim. Once it was capped she was told to empty the bottle into the toilet and bin it. By the time everyone had done that Emily had arrived back at the class and they began their normal lesson plan.
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Yes, technically this is being posted in the wee hours of Day 9. I had a busy day.
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Day 8: Desperate while in costume Ochaco (My Hero Academia)
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Ochaco Uraraka sipped her tea and looked down at the harbor. Boats heavy with cargo were heading in and out, their contents being unloaded by burly dock workers. Children ran along the pier, disturbing fishermen who were angling for a bite.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Ochaco turned her head towards the speaker: Gunhead, the Pro Hero she was interning under. His name was appropriate (if not especially creative): four muzzle-like holes adorned his mask, the bracers on his wrists resembled silver revolver chambers, and his Quirk, Gatling, fired projectiles from his knuckles. Despite his intimidating appearance, Gunhead had proven himself to be very friendly and helpful to Ochaco.
“I’ve always loved the sea,” Gunhead continued. “It’s so… peaceful. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Mm-hm,” Ochaco mumbled, finishing her tea. Patrol duty was thirsty work, especially on a hot day like today.
‘Be a hero in hot weather! Wear sunscreen when outside and be sure to stay hydrated!’ Ochaco could hear the PSA from the legendary hero All-Might in her head. Ever conscientious, she had taken his advice to heart. She had enough sunscreen on to block Todoroki’s flames, and she was on her third cup of tea.
“Say, is patrolling the docks usually this peaceful?” Ochaco asked. As if in response to her question, an enormous wave swelled up, sending ships crashing into the harbor. People screamed and fled as the perpetrator revealed himself, rising from the depths. Dressed in scale-patterned spandex, his hair and beard were made of flowing water.
“I am the Fisher King!” he announced. “I am here to-”
Ochaco blocked out the rest of the villain’s monologue. Right now, she was focused on how to stop him. Gunhead was on the same page.
“Your first priority is to get everyone to safety!” he ordered. “I’ll hold him off as best I can!”
With that, they sprung into action. Gunhead leapt from the rooftop and opened fire with Gatling. Fisher King lashed out with a tendril of water, but the hero avoided the attack and kept strafing. Ochaco, meanwhile, jumped to her feet and immediately winced as she felt the massive amount of liquid sloshing in her bladder.
Too much tea! she thought in a panic, then swiftly reprimanded herself. That doesn’t matter right now! What matters is the rescue! Ochaco got to work immediately with her Quirk, Zero Gravity. Seeing the overturned shipping containers were blocking the escape route, she concentrated as hard as she could and made them weightless, lifting them out of the way. Using her power on such heavy objects always made her stomach churn, a sensation that did not go well with a full bladder. Ochaco tried to ignore it and instead focused on directing civilians to safety.
Once everyone had left the docks, Ochaco finally let the containers drop.
“Oof,” she groaned, “I don’t think I could have held those much longer!” With that, a sharp pang shot through her bladder.
Gah, don't think about holding! she scolded herself. Think about your task!
However, as she used her Quirk to hurl debris at Fisher King, Ochaco found it hard to think about anything but her desperation. Every splash of water the villain threw in retaliation was a taunt, daring her to just give up. Just let go and wet herself. It would feel so good…
No! I won’t give in! Plus Ultra!
Her spirits bolstered by the school’s motto, Ochaco levitated an anchor high into the air. Holding it in place, she lifted a nearby boat with a metallic groan. Keeping the something so main the air was pushing both her powers and her bladder to their limits, but she gritted her teeth and kept going, even as she felt a few drops of pee leak out. Ochaco touched her fingertips together, causing the suspended objects to drop. Fisher King saw the boat falling and quickly got out of the way. But he didn’t see the anchor falling from higher in the air.
KLONK!
“Well, looks like he’s out cold,” said Gunhead, catching his breath. “Nice work there.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ochaco said hurriedly before letting herself float into the air. Now that the villain was defeated, her attention was focused on relieving her bulging bladder, and she saw only one way to do that immediately. Once she was a few hundred feet in the air, high enough that nobody would realize what she was doing. Ochaco let herself stop. She fumbled with her bodysuit before realizing she would have to remove it entirely to pee. Reluctantly, she peeled it off, letting it hang around her ankles
Why didn’t I put in a zipper? she lamented, shivering in the wind chill.
With the hard part out of the way, Ochaco assumed a sitting position and pulled her panties aside. She gasped as a gust of wind blew against her nether regions.
Never mind that, just pee! Her bladder instantly obeyed that command, letting loose with a trickle that thickened into a flowing stream. Ochaco sighed in relief, and looked down to see her pee stream break up into droplets as it fell, sprinkling the ocean so far below her.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought. At least no one can see me. And it’s not like I’m polluting, right? Fish do it all the time.
As her bladder emptied, Ochaco’s stream gradually turned back into drips. The last one slowly made its way out, like a drop of water from a leaky faucet. With her midair bathroom break finished, Ochaco let the breeze dry her, then pulled her clothes back into place. She gently descended, and came face to face with a bewildered Gunhead.
“What the heck was that about?” he asked.
“Oh, I, uh…” Ochaco stuttered, desperately trying to think of a lie. “Um, I sometimes float after a victory. Like, you know, like a celebration?”
“I know what you mean,” said Gunhead. He fired off Gatling in an imitation of a 21-gun salute and laughed. “All of us heroes have weird things we just do sometimes.”
“Haha, yeah,” Ochaco laughed nervously, hoping the Pro Hero would never find out just how true that was.
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Tomorrow: more My Hero Academia! |
Day number nine! This one was also inspired by an image; I'll post it at the end, contains nudity.
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Day 9: At school Momo (My Hero Academia)
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Momo Yaoyorozu squirmed in her seat. Her homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, had the look on his face he only got when he was disappointed in his students. She hated that look. Even when he had no issue with her in particular, a poor performance by her classmates reflected poorly on her as class vice president.
“So,” said Aizawa, his tone neutral. He let the word hang in the air before continuing. “You all know finals are next week, right? I mean, you haven’t all misplaced your calendars, right?”
Momo shook her head. A few students were whispering behind her, but were quickly silenced by a glare from their teacher.
“Then tell me,” Aizawa continued, “what your excuse is for slacking off.”
To Momo’s right, class president Tenya Iida spoke up.
“Sir, I-” he began, but the teacher held up his hand for silence.
“Lately, some of you,” Aizawa continued with a dirty look at Minoru Mineta, “have been turning in performances that are distinctly subpar.”
He’s not talking about me, Momo tried to reassure herself, but even so shame burned inside her.
“Frankly, I’m disappointed,” said Aizawa. “I expect more of Class 1A. You need to go back and review your fundamentals. Therefore, there will be a mandatory study session today.”
“What?” cried Denki Kaminari. “When?”
“Now,” Aizawa replied. “Get out your notes.”
“How long will this last?” Mineta whined.
“As long as I want it to,”said Aizawa coolly. He pulled out the sleeping bag he always kept nearby. “Study until I finish my nap. Try to wake me up early and you’ll be sorry.”
With that, he was out.
Momo surveyed the classroom. Most of her classmates were studying, with varying degrees of reluctance. She began going over her notes, reciting them in her head over and over. By the tenth repetition, she was beginning to lose focus.
Why am I doing this? she thought. I already know this material by heart; studying it more won’t do any good. What I need is some physical practice, but that isn’t really an option right now. Momo went back to her notes, but her mind was wandering to different subjects. Like how much she had drunk at lunch, for example.
It had been an hour since lunch, and as the study session dragged on, Momo began to feel the pressure in her bladder.
Ignore it, she thought, and keep studying. She crossed her legs and tried to continue, but like an annoying mosquito, her need to pee refused to go away, subtly yet constantly bothering her. Slowly but surely, the pressure was building. In a further attempt to distract herself, Momo began tapping her foot.
“Will you cut that racket out?” Katsuki Bakugou hissed. “We’re trying to study here!”
“Sorry,” Momo whispered, ceasing the movement.
With nothing left to occupy her attention, Momo’s desperation kept getting worse.
Please, Mr. Aizawa, wake up soon! she silently begged, squirming in her chair. A look around the classroom told her she was not alone in her plight. Several of the girls and a few of the boys were also fidgeting, uncomfortable looks on their faces. Ochaco Uraraka looked particularly desperate.
“I hope this doesn’t last much longer,” she whispered.
“Me too,” Mina Ashido replied. “I really gotta take a whiz!”
“You better not melt the toilet again,” Kyoka Jiro warned her.
“Hey, that was one time!” Mina protested. “I can control the amount of acid in my pee now!”
All this talk of peeing was doing Momo no good. She tried to block out their conversation, but it was no use. Momo gasped as she felt a spurt of urine leak into her panties. Mortified, she clenched her legs together tighter than ever.
Momo’s situation was growing more dire by the minute. She had moved past squirming and was now bouncing in her seat, desperately trying to hold back the flood inside her. It was completely humiliating, and the knowledge that she was not alone was no comfort. Momo’s bladder leaked again; a larger one this time, one that she was sure would leave a visible stain. She was bracing for the worst when she heard the most wonderful sound in the world.
“Hrrm, all right,” Aizawa muttered, rising from his sleeping bag. Half the class stood up to leave, but Aizawa raised his hand again. “Who can tell me what we’ve learned today? How about you, Yaoyorozu?”
“Er, today,” said Momo, forcing herself to hold still in front of her teacher, “today we learned that, ah, no matter how good we think we are, there is always room for improvement. And, uh, that to improve yourself, you must go back to the basics.”
“Good,” said Aizawa. “Class dismissed.”
An agonizing minute had ticked by since Aizawa awoke, and everyone raced out the door in a mad dash for the restrooms. Tenya called for everyone to slow down, but nobody listened, not even Momo. Trembling, she threw open the door to the girl’s room and ran into the nearest stall. She positioned herself over the squat toilet and pulled her panties from under her skirt, noticing that there indeed was a sizable wet patch on them. At the sight of this, her bladder let go, releasing its contents at full force. Momo had to adjust her stance to make sure she didn’t overshoot the basin. As her pee continued to splash the porcelain, sounds of liquid and sighs of relief told her the others girls were doing the same. Momo let out a sigh of her own.
“Phew…” she breathed, stream still going strong, “why did Mr. Aizawa have to keep us that extra minute?”
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Here's the image, credit for originally posting it on this site and the quote at the end go to @Captain L.
https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/36356-up-at-ua/
Edited November 10, 2020 by PPP
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"Can't we just go home already?" Urushihara whined.
Recently his warrant was lifted, and he finally gets to have his first proper outing in town.
It also happened that Maou got a rather large bonus, so to celebrate, they decided to get some new stuff for their house.
Today they ended up at a mall in Hatagaya.
Initially they invited the others, including Emi, but all had something to do, so it ended up being just them.
Lucifer was exhausted, and wanted nothing more to get home, and try out his new video game.
Ashiya stopped and turned to him, "Urushihara, it's only been an hour, surely you can't be that worn out. Is this just a ploy to get to your new video game?"
"Partially, but I'm beat. Seriously, can we wrap this up?" He also really had to pee, but he didn't want to admit.
He wasn't particularly shy about his need, in fact he had already visited the bathroom earlier, but all the stalls were either taken, or in poor condition.
He ended up at a urinal, and right as he was about to go, two people much bigger than him lined up right next to him, on each side. The two men suddenly made him overwhelmed, and they did not feel friendly.
He felt as if these men could easily take him out if they wanted, the feeling made him seize up, and he could not complete his task.
Now he was too embarassed to tell them he hadn't gone earlier, and the need has since intensified.
"I'll tell you what, we'll check out that store down there, grab lunch, then head out." Maou said as he pointed to a Greysdale's down below.
"Okay," Urushihara sighed in defeat, it was a fair deal, he also could not turn down food, he was rather hungry come to think of it.
They entered the elevator, and Maou punched the key to the first floor.
Slowly the machine started to descend.
The group was closed to reaching the bottom, when suddenly it came to a screeching halt.
The sudden jerk startled all 3 demons.
"What the hell was that?!" Maou called out, speaking everyone's thoughts.
Urushihara hit the red emergency button, an alarm sound followed.
"W-what did you do?!" Ashiya asked in an accusing tone.
"Relax, I just pressed the emergency button."
Suddenly a voice called out.
"Hello?" The three of them looked up, to see an intercom.
"Um, hello." Maou said, proceeding with caution.
"Are you okay?" The mysterious voice asked.
"Yeah, were okay, what happened?"
"I'm not for sure, something appears to have malfunctioned, were calling someone for help right now, just hang tight."
Urushihara let out a sigh, just his luck that of all the times it could have, the elevator chooses now to break down.
"Ugh, I hope it isn't too long of a wait, I'm starving," whined former demon general Ashiya.
"Me too," agreed Maou, and made a scene of grabbing his stomach.
Urushihara said nothing, he was intently focused on that intercom, hoping that the mysterious voice would tell them help would be there within 10 minutes.
Of course this strange behavior didn't go unnoticed. The one who was usually sarcastic in moments of distress, remained completely silent, as if focused on something.
"Are you okay, Urushihara?" Maou asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied in an almost formal manner, too unlike him.
"Okay then," Maou said, though he was not convinced by those words, something was definitely wrong with the boy.
Urushihara hesitated, maybe he should tell them, sure Ashiya might mock him. 'Man you're so useless you can't even wait 20 minutes for the bathroom,' He could already here the blonde man berating him.
Maou would only be a slight improvement to that, he wouldn't be so blunt about it, but the message would still be there, hidden behind other words.
He may as well tough it out for now.
However that idea fell through when the person came over the intercom next.
"Hello?" The man asked.
"Hi, yes?" Maou replied. The group was quite excited to finally get an update.
"Hi, well, I'll get straight to the point, I have some bad news, with a slight upside to it," the man's tone did not sound good, all 3 demon's hearts sank.
"W-what is it?" Ashiya spoke up, though he was not really looking foward to the answer.
"I'm sorry, but it appears as if the mechanical team we call is busy handling something else, it could be up to an hour before help arrives." The man's tone was very apologetic, but it did not take away the fact they were stuck in an elevator for such a long period of time.
"Oh you gotta be kidding me," though he only meant to say it in his head, Urushihara spoke everyone's thoughts out loud.
"I'm afraid not, are you guys okay? No medical emergency or anything?"
'No, but one of us is having another kind of emergency,' thought the fallen angel.
"No sir, we're all okay," Maou replied.
Urushihara wished he could speak up, but as he looked at the other men, he quickly changed his mind.
Instead, he took a seat on the elevator floor, soon followed by Maou, then finally Ashiya.
"Sigh, an hour?" Maou said, taking a sip of his soda he bought earlier.
"I know, I too desire to get some food in my system," Ashiya grabbed his stomach to make a show of it.
"After this, we can all splurge on something nice, you too Urushihara." The leader of the group smiled at the former archangel, who in turn looked up in surprise.
"M-me too?" This was not something he was expecting, usually they let him get the cheapest of foods, due to his outrageous spending habits, and never replinishing the money.
"Sure, you're in this ordeal too."
Urushihara was speechless.
Quickly he turned his head away "t-thanks," though the boy didn't outwardly show his emotions, his small smile didn't go unnoticed by Maou.
The group remained silent, unable to come up with new topics to discuss, they simply kept to themselves for the time being.
That was until...
"Ugh!" Urushihara suddenly groaned and doubled over.
"!!!" Both Ashiya and Maou jumped at the boy's sudden outburst, but became concerned upon seeing the state he was in.
"Um, Urushihara?" Maou tilted his head to try and meet his face, "are you gonna be okay?"
"I-I don't know," he replied honestly, he felt as if he was going to burst any moment.
"What's wrong?" Ashiya asked. "Are you sick? Here you can have a drink of my soda," he produced his bottle from one of the bags next to him.
"N-no, that's okay," Urushihara's panicked movements upon seeing the soda made him suspicious, so just to confirm...
"Well if you don't want it, that's okay, I'll just finish it, being stuck in this elevator has made me very thirsty.
He made a show as he slowly finished his drink, Urushihara watched his movements, which only caused him to clamp up tighter.
"Ahh, man that soda hits the spot."
"Oh!" It suddenly occured to Maou what the deal was, "Alciel knock that off," upon realization of Uruishihara's strange movements, he confirmed the reason Ashiya said what he did.
"I'm sorry, there's not much we can do," Maou said, looking around for a solution to the fallen angel's problem.
"But I thought you did go already," the blond looked up at him.
"I tried, but then... I just couldn't." Urushihara replied miserably.
"So you're pee shy?" Ashiya asked, with a small grin on his face.
"S-something like that."
"Oh this is too good," Ashiya laughed at the smaller one's predicament.
"Ashiya!" Scolded Maou, "Now is not the time, might I remind you of when-" Ashiya's eyes suddenly went wide, "okay, I get it, sorry Lucifer."
"Here, use this," Maou produced the now empty bottle from his bag.
"I-I can't use that," Urushihara exclaimed, "I would be pissing on the floor before too long!
The bottle was quite small, it only consisted of 8 ounces.
"Hmm you're right, and I hear it's not good to let the bladder go only to abruptly stop, that could cause a UTI. Sorry Urushihara, I guess you'll have to wait."
The boy groaned at this, it had only been 20 minutes since the voice came over the intercom, which means they had another 40 minutes to wait, and he doubted his bladder was strong enough to last that long.
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Another 15 minutes have passed, when Urushihara had moved again.
"I don't think I can wait, it's coming," His voice was soft, yet loud, and very panicked.
"You got this," encouraged Maou, he did not want Urushihara to wet his pants as much as the boy didn't himself.
Maou remembered a similar incident with Ashiya a little over 100 years ago.
"I-I'm sorry, but I really can't."
The boy put his head between his knees as he began to go.
He could feel as the wetness spread beneath him, and warmed his butt.
The feeling was freeing, and at this point, he was okay with wetting himself, he just wished it wasn't stuck inside an elevator with Maou, and worse, Ashiya.
Well, truth be told, it could be worse, Emi could be in there with them, he shuddered at that thought.
The stream finally tampered down.
Slowly the fallen angel raised his head, only to observe the damage, he did not wish to meet the other two in the eye.
The puddle was quite a sizeable amount, and it was clear his need was not an exaggeration.
Maou could see Ashiya's smirk forming, and quickly shot him a look before he could say anything.
Urushihara's eyes began to grow wet, and he started to cry.
He felt silly. Here he was, the oldest of the other two, yet he was the one who just pissed themselves and crying in front of them.
"Hey, it's okay," Maou assured the boy.
"No it's not, I'm way too old for this, plus I usually can last way longer." It was true, as a demon and even angel, their bodie's could endure it for several more hours.
"Well were human now, our bodies can't endure like they used too," Maou replied bluntly. "I myself have had a very close call coming home from work one day, and if Ashiya wasn't home, I wouldn't have made it."
Maou reflected back to that day, the truth was, he had leaked enough for it to be noticeable.
"Yeah, but you made it, I didn't," Urushihara finally looked at him.
"Hehe, well I did pee my pants a bit," he admitted, scratching the back of his head.
"But not completely." He argued back, "but thanks," he gave a small smile. Though he hadn't gone completely, the thought of Maou with a big wet spot on the front of his pants cheered him up a bit.
His face twisted into a smirk, "so what's the story with Ashiya?"
"!!!" Ashiya's face was ashen, he begged Maou not to tell, but the story came out anyway."
"Shortly after he became my general, he accidentally drank too much before one of our practice missions. He wanted to prove how tough he was, so he held it, which proved to work against his favor."
Ashiya hung his head in shame, it was one of his biggest failures as the general of the demon king.
"I could see that," he turned to the man with a smirk.
"W-well that happned so long ago, it's irrelevant anyways." Ashiya defended, his face growing red.
"Ha, I've lived thousands of years longer than the two of you combined, wait atleast 900 more before calling it a long time ago."
Ashiya had no comeback, he could not disagree with the boy's words.
"When we are out of here, we will take our food to go, Ashiya, you will buy Urushihara a full set of clothes. Maou instructed, "that includes shirt, pants, and underwear."
Ashiya sighed, they already spent enough money today, now they are going to spend even more on the freeloader, but, he cannot go against his sire's orders.
"As you wish." He slightly bowed his head.
The intercom came on.
"Hello?" The voice called out.
"Yes?" Maou answered back.
"They are on their way, is everything alright in there?"
"Well actually," Maou turned to Urushihara to see if it was okay to tell of his ordeal. Urushihara knew it would be seen anyway, so there was no use hiding it, he nodded.
"There was a little um, accident." He said the last word quitely, but not to where it couldn't be heard.
"Ah, I see, sorry about that."
"Well there isn't much you can do about that when you are stuck in an elevator." Maou said bluntly, causing Urushihara's face to go the color of a tomato.
"It is unpleasant, and we regret all this happened. To compensate, we will comp a set of clothes for them."
"!!!" All three men's eyes widened in surprise to what this man said.
"That would be most excellent, thank you."
"You are most welcome."
The voice clicked off.
"Free clothes? That's awesome!" Ashiya said.
"I couldn't agree more," Maou said.
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10 minutes later, the maintenence team arrived, and got them out.
As promised, they didn't charge for the clothes that Urushihara bought.
Afterwards, they went home, ate, then went to the bath house. It wasn't bath night, but they made an exception for Urushihara.
Later, Urushihara settled down and broke out his new game.
He was thankful that the day was finally over. |
Another one inspired by an image. I'll post it at the end; contains nudity.
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Day 10: Urgent, but bathroom is not up to par Samus (Metroid)
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The door opened with a soft hiss. Samus Aran, the legendary intergalactic bounty hunter, strode inside. It had been hours since she had landed on Zebes, and she was leaving no stone on the wretched planet unturned in her hunt for the Space Pirates. She had explored the subterranean caverns, blasted Kraid into oblivion, and melted Crocomire. Now, it was time for her to investigate the mysterious wrecked ship.
Keeping her Arm Cannon held out in front of her, Samus cautiously made her way down the hallway. The ship had obviously been stranded for a long time; the power was completely off and the pipes lining the walls had rusted through. Even with the light emitting from her visor, it was hard for her to see. She didn’t notice the corpse until she almost stumbled upon it.
Samus inspected the body and saw that it was made up of little more than bones. She felt a twinge of pity for the poor soul, which was interrupted by a ghastly wail. Samus stepped back, and a horrible phantom appeared where she had been standing. A floating mass of distended skulls, it wailed again and vanished. When it reappeared, it was right on top of Samus. She could feel its touch draining her suit’s power, so she quickly rolled away and blasted the phantom with her Cannon. It screamed and burst into a cloud of dust.
Surprised by the new enemy, but hardly frightened, Samus soldiered on. The next room she entered was pitch-black, with a few inches of water on the floor. There was a loud screech, and Samus felt something sharp slash her across the back. She wheeled around to see a dark yellow insectoid monster armed with blade-like claws. A Kihunter. It charged forward and slashed her again, ripping into her Power Suit. Samus stepped back and froze the creature with her Ice Beam. She followed up with a Super Missile, blowing it to pieces.
With the danger over, Samus took a minute to survey the damage to her suit. Text flashed across the inside of her visor: SUIT INTEGRITY: 72%. ALERT: SUPPORT SYSTEMS COMPROMISED. GRAVITY SUIT FUNCTION: 66%. WASTE REMOVAL SYSTEM: 0%. NON-FUNCTIONAL.
That wasn’t good. While her Gravity Suit would still work well enough, having the Waste Removal System broken was a serious annoyance. In Samus’ intergalactic travels, bathrooms weren’t always available, so if worse came to worst, the system allowed her to simply relieve herself in her Power Suit. She hated to do that, though. While the suit did a good job of filtering, she was always left with an uncomfortable damp feeling in the leotard she wore underneath. Besides, it was humiliating to wet herself like a child. Samus had a strong bladder, so she could usually avoid the worst case scenario. However, she realized with a sinking feeling, today she had been holding it ever since she arrived on Zebes.
Samus considered her options and decided she would only wet herself as a last resort. After all, the wrecked ship likely had a restroom. Comforted by that knowledge, Samus continued forward, trying to ignore the nagging pressure in her bladder. She made her way through a seemingly endless series of corridors, blasting away at more of the skull-shaped phantoms. As the minutes dragged on by, her desperation grew worse and worse. She imagined another readout on her visor: BLADDER CAPACITY: 100%. RELEASE IMMINENT. Unable to cross her legs inside her Power Suit, Samus could only clench her abdominal muscles and continue with her desperate search for a bathroom.
After a few more minutes of agony, Samus finally saw salvation: a sign for the restroom. The fact that it was the men’s room didn’t bother her; nobody was watching, and if there were only urinals… well, it had been messy, but she had peed standing up before. Samus flung open the door and felt her hope turn to dismay. The bathroom was in even worse shape than the rest of the ship; the walls were a mess of wrecked pipes and the lone toilet lay in pieces. She didn’t even want to think about the water on the floor. Disappointed, Samus slammed the door shut again.
Samus’ next plan was to look for the ladies’ room, but she had only taken a few steps when a painful spasm ran through her bladder. Slowly but surely, drops of urine began to leak out. To her horror, Samus realized she was seconds away from completely losing control. Unwilling to wet herself, she could only think of one other option. She entered a command into her Power Suit and text popped up: POWER SUIT DISENGAGE. Bit by bit, Samus’ armor fell off, leaving her clad in only her black leotard.
There was no time to lose. Samus quickly lowered herself into a squatting position and pulled the crotch of her leotard aside, leaving the pathway unobstructed. Almost immediately, pee began to flow. It shot out with a hiss in a steady stream, one that was powerful enough to splash the hand holding the leotard aside. Samus winced and tried to control the flow, but it was no use; her bladder wouldn’t obey. She sighed and resigned herself to getting a little wet.
As the golden puddle at her feet continued to grow, Samus widened her squatting stance to avoid splashing her feet. She scowled. After so many hours the release felt fantastic, but she was more annoyed than anything else at having to relieve herself like this. At least it was preferable to soaking her leotard…
Samus’ pee stream sputtered out and she scowled again; there was nothing to wipe with. She shook her hips, sending the last drops flying, then put her leotard back in place. To her relief, the crotch was only a little wet. She put her Power Suit back on and headed for the next room of the ship. Hopefully she could finish exploring it before her bladder filled up again…
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Yes, the story takes place during Super Metroid and has her wearing her leotard, while the picture shows her in the Zero Suit. Call it artistic license. |
At first, I was struggling with this one. Then I saw Episode 8 of Dirty Pair Flash. In the original episode, Kei has to pee and makes it to the bathroom. But what if that scenario played out differently?
Also, the first three paragraphs, including the dialogue, were taken pretty much directly from the episode itself. After that, however...
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Day 11: Locked out of the bathroom Kei (Dirty Pair)
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Their official codename was “Lovely Angels,” but everybody called them “the Dirty Pair.” Kei and Yuri were agents of the World Welfare Works Association, an agency that solved various dangerous problems - for a price. The duo earned their unenviable nickname due to their tendency towards collateral damage, but they meant well. Usually, at least. Currently, they were undercover at an all-girls academy, investigating a haunting. Yuri fit right into the role of dutiful student. Kei, on the other hand…
Kei lay on the bed in her crop top and short shorts and cracked open another beer.
“Damn,” she muttered, “this pisses me off!” She’d already been frightened by two ghosts, three if you counted the time Yuri dressed up as one. All this supernatural nonsense was getting on her nerves. Kei drained the can and tossed it on the floor with the others. She felt a pang in her bladder from all the beer, but she ignored it and grabbed yet another.
“Ah, clean again!” Yuri strode into the bedroom, clad in a bathrobe. “I love bubble baths!”
“Of course you do,” sneered Kei, still sore over Yuri’s prank. “They match your head.”
“Hey, that’s a beer!” cried Yuri, ignoring the insult. “You went out and bought them without permission, didn’t you?”
No shit, thought Kei. “Yeah, so what?” she replied.
“Well, it’s against the rules, for one,” said Yuri, launching into one of her lectures.
“Give me a break!” Kei interrupted. “And where do you get off criticizing me for breaking the rules, Miss Innocent?”
“You can’t talk to me like that, you delinquent!” Yuri snapped, finally getting upset. Kei was going to respond with a worse insult, but she felt another pang in her bladder and realized how full it was. Instead, she jumped off the bed and headed for the door.
“I’m outta here!” she announced.
“Wait, where are you going, Kei?” asked Yuri.
“To take a leak!” Kei yelled, slamming the door behind her.
Kei stormed down the hallway towards the restroom, every step jostling her overfilled bladder.
“Shit,” she muttered, “I drank a little too much.” She reached the bathroom and tried the door.
“Locked?” she cried. “What the hell is this?” It was then that Kei noticed the small sign attached to the door: DO NOT USE. She remembered the rumor she had heard about the ghost that haunted the second floor bathroom, and guessed that the school had decided to shut down the entire room.
“Dammit,” Kei groaned. “Gotta find somewhere else to piss.”
Kei had to take it slow in the dim hallways as she headed to the first floor, her bladder screaming in protest the whole way. Much to her dismay, the stairwell was even darker. She tiptoed down the steps one at a time, barely able to see a foot in front of her. Kei reached the bottom and ran towards the door. Or rather, she thought she had reached the bottom. Kei shrieked as she fell down the last two steps. She landed on her stomach and felt the impact force a spurt of pee out of her. Swearing under her breath, she jammed her hand between her legs to stop the flow and gingerly got to her feet.
Almost there, she told herself. I’m almost there.
Sure enough, the first floor bathroom was right around the corner. Heart pounding and bladder throbbing, Kei opened the door.
“Goddammit!” she screamed. There were only two stalls in the restroom, and both had pairs of feet sticking out from under them. Crossing her legs and fidgeting, Kei knocked on one of the stall doors. “Are you almost done in there?” she begged.
“No, sorry,” came the dreaded response. “I’m afraid I’ll be in here a while.”
“Same here,” said the second stall occupant.
“Dammit dammit dammit dammit!” yelled Kei, running back outside.
Only one option left: the third floor! she thought in a panic. Please let me make it in time!
If Kei had been desperate before, it was nothing compared to her agony as she ran up two flights of stairs. By the time she reached the third floor, she was leaking pee at a slow but constant rate.
“Shit,” she moaned, unable to keep her thoughts inside any more, “I’m about to piss myself!”
With both hands now between her legs, Kei raced down the hallway. At long last, when she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore, she saw what she was looking for.
“Bathroom!” she cried deliriously. She made a final sprint to the door, then stopped short.
OUT OF ORDER, read the sign on the door.
“No,” Kei moaned softly. “It can’t be.” She sank to the ground in defeat.
It’s over, she thought. I failed. As Kei admitted defeat, so did her bladder. She groaned as the dam finally burst, letting loose a golden flood. Kei made no effort to get up as pee soaked her crotch and pooled up beneath her. She just sat there, her face red from both relief and humiliation. Kei closed her eyes and hung her head as the puddle beneath her continued to grow.
I can’t believe this, she lamented. The only way this could be worse is-
“Kei?” came a familiar voice.
I had to say it…
Kei opened her eyes to the last person she wanted to see her like this: Yuri.
“Kei,” her partner repeated, “are you okay? I’ve been trying to find you for a while.”
“No, I am not okay!” Kei yelled, outraged. “How could I possibly be okay; I just pissed my pants like a goddamn child!” Her rage subsided as fast as it had come, and she hung her head again. “Go ahead,” Kei said weakly, “lecture me. Tell me how it was wrong of me to drink those beers and how I brought this upon myself. Go on; I won’t stop you this time.”
Kei braced herself for the tongue-lashing that was sure to come. Instead, Yuri crouched down and extended a hand to her.
“Come on,” said Yuri, “you probably want to get off the floor.” Confused, Kei reached out her hand, then stopped herself.
“Wait,” she said, “you don’t want to take my hand. It’s covered in my piss.” Yuri grimaced and instead took her partner by the wrist and helped her up.
“Come on,” said Yuri, “let’s get you out of those wet clothes. I’m sure a bath would feel nice.”
“Y-you’re not mad at me?” Kei asked hesitantly.
“Well, a little,” Yuri admitted, “but I was mostly worried. When you didn’t come back from the bathroom, I thought the ghost might have gotten you.”
“Not a chance,” said Kei, managing a weak smile. “I’d blast it hard enough to kill it all over again.”
“Probably blowing up the whole bathroom in the process,” Yuri sighed.
“Eh, guilty as charged,” Kei said with a shrug. “And I probably will once I find the damn thing. But for now, a bath sounds good.”
“Agreed,” said Yuri, smiling.
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“...Hmm...swear this used to be cheaper…” 26-year-old Ricky Foster grumbled to himself as he frowned down at the can of kidney beans in his hand. He had been standing in the canned vegetable aisle for the past 5 minutes, one hand on his cart and the other still clasped around the aluminum cylinder that he was sure had inexplicably gone up in price since he was last at the store. He supposed that’s what he’d signed up for, though, when he decided to do his Doctorate in California...come for the top notch oceanography programs, stay for the random upswings in price of non-perishables.
With a sigh, he tossed the can into his cart and moved on, pulling out his phone to check his list. All that was left was corn, canned tomatoes and this cobalt-blue eyes sweeping the shelves. He only had a few more items left, and they were all in this aisle; he’d been deliberate about that, marking the quickest pathway between himself and the checkout counter to retrieve his groceries. Ricky always liked having a solid plan when undertaking mundane expeditions such as these; conserving time was always a goal of his. It had to be, especially when balancing a dual major in biology and nature conservation for undergrad… impeccable time management was paramount to success.
He pushed his cart further down, eyes already on the corn… there was but a single can of his favorite brand left.
Perfect timing.
He reached for the can, not noticing another hand reaching for the same one. As the two hands touched, he blinked, looking down with slight irritation at who would be trying to muscle in on his corn… then suddenly, his eyes widened.
It was a woman, Latina, early thirties, clad in a pink t-shirt and lycra black leggings. Her dark haired tied in a ponytail underneath a ratty worn cap...but there was no mistaking those brilliant green eyes, nor the cute little dimple in her caramel cheeks… a dimple he’d been unable to look away from, all those years ago in 11th grade Anatomy… he suddenly felt very self-conscious about his choice of t-shirt, gym shorts and sandals.
“...Ms. Jiminez!?” He breathed, staring down at his former teacher.
The woman herself blinked, as if confused to hear her name as she turned to him. “...I’m sorry, do I know you?” She murmured in that sweet, slightly accented strain Ricky had always felt fond of.
The young man nodded, smiling widely. “Y-yeah, it’s me, Ricky Foster! We were...I was in your class, back at Westmond High in Nevada? Class of 2013?”
The woman blinked before realization slowly dawned on her face, her own eyes widening.
“...Ricky?” She breathed incredulously before shrieking in delight as she threw her arms around him in a hug. Her teakwood locks smelled just like he remembered...cacao and cinnamon, with a hint of orange. Ricky immediately reddened, but he returned the hug emphatically, trying his best not to let on how flustered he was.
The woman pulled back with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling as she grinned up at him. “Wow, I...I’m so sorry, I didn't even recognize you! You’re so tall, now! God, it’s been...what, seven years?” She exclaimed.
Ricky swallowed, but he nodded in assent. “Yeah, something like that, haha…” He chuckled in turn, smiling down at the woman. “Last time I saw you was graduation, back home…” He recounted, thinking back to walking across the stage to receive his high school diploma… seeing Ms. Jiminez’s disarming smile...nearly tripping over his gown…
The woman laughed again. “Wow, seems like just yesterday you were sliding into class early to work on homework before the bell rang… you were always the only student that did…”
Ricky remembered that, too...Sidling into 1st period Anatomy a half hour before class started to get work done. Ms. Jiminez was always early to school, and her classroom was open an hour before the first bell… Ricky would always love going in there, seeing all the diagrams and charts she kept around the room, and the skeleton in the corner that she would dress up for the holidays...a santa hat for christmas, a pilgrim hat for Thanksgiving, a sash saying “If I didn’t have you, I wouldn’t have any-body” for Valentines Day… he could always count on her for a bright smile and a warm greeting, which he began to rely on to start his day...and sometimes, in the winter, she’d bring a thermos of her abuela’s spiced hot chocolate, and share it with him...
Clearing his throat and sincerely hoping his face wasn’t red as it felt, he looked back up at her...and for the first time, he noticed that her left hand was bare...conspicuously absent the engagement ring he’d so often scowl at in his youth. “So...what brings you out here?” He asked, forcing his eyes up from her hand to her face.
The woman took a deep breath, letting it fill up her cheeks before blowing it back out. “Wow, um...well, a lot of things, really. I’m from here, actually, did you know? Well, not here here, but, San Diego... born and raised.” She uttered proudly, grinning again. “And, um...Obviously, I’m not teaching at Westmond anymore...family moved here a few years back, and Mom’s getting on in age... all my brothers are abroad, and both my sisters have husbands and kids, so they aren’t really around to look in on her… they suggested maybe I move back home…” She said with a dry chuckle, folding her arms. “And, well, after how I left things with Martin, I didn’t see anything tethering me to Nevada…” She murmured, her voice trailing off as a cloud came over her face.
Suddenly, she snapped out of it with a shake of her head. “Ahah, but you don’t want to hear about all that, I’m sure, haha…” She chuckled. “Anyway, a school in La Jolla offered me a pretty sweet gig with a position funded by their new science endowment, and I took it.” She said, shrugging.
Ricky’s eyes widened. Ms. Jiminez lived here now?
“That’s great!” He exclaimed, a little more excitedly than he meant to. “Like...A whole new crop of kids are gonna get the best Biology teacher around...”
The woman chuckled. “You’re too kind… and yeah...Seemed like the universe was pushing me back here, so...here I am!” She laughed. “Guess it pushed you here, too, huh?”
Ricky had been so caught up in processing the fact that she was no longer engaged that he nearly missed her question. “Huh? Oh, yeah, uh...I’m doing my Doctorate, over at UCSD...got a great oceanography program over there…”
The woman tapped her chin, still grinning. “Ooh, oceanography...sounds fancy…” She chuckled.
Ricky returned the smile, albeit a bit nervously...He cursed himself for being so awkward. So what if it was the teacher he used to crush on, whose beauty was only exceeded by her kindness? So what if it was her class that made him want to pursue biology, and later oceanography? So what if she was now single and living in the same city as he was?
….So what?
He chuckled to silence his inner dialogue. “Yeah, I guess you could say that...they’ve got all the best equipment for flora and fauna capture, water sampling, profilers...there’s even a grant proposal being written up to send a student probe to the Mariana, they’ll-”
He stopped himself as he realized he was rambling, his face reddening for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “Ah...sorry…” He chuckled.
The woman laughed again. “Not at all! I always loved seeing how your face lit up when you talked about this stuff in school...there’s hardly a better feeling for a teacher than seeing a student who’s passionate about learning…” She murmured, smiling gently up at him.
He smiled back, looking down into her eyes… those deep, hypnotic green eyes…
Shaking his head, he cleared his throat once more. “Ah, so, yeah, um...Did you...want this?” He murmured, looking back at the can of corn in his hand.
The woman’s eyes followed his to the can, and a sheepish smile spread on her face. “Ah, this is kind of embarrassing, but...that’s my favorite kind…” She chuckled. “My mother always used to use it when making empanadas...reminds me of my childhood…”
Ricky looked up, his eyes wide. “Really? This is my favorite kind, too! Cause my mom would make corn muffins with little bits of corn in it…”
Both of them stared at each other before bursting out laughing, sharing in the ridiculousness of having a favorite corn brand. They spent the next few moments heeing and hawing and having a grand old time before finally calming down enough to revel in the breaking of tension.
Wiping a tear from his eye, Ricky took a few gulpfuls of air to get himself back right. “Ha...haha here, you can have it, Ms. Jiminez…” He chortled, handing over the corn.
“Oh no, I think I’ll be fine, I’m sure Mom’s got cans of the stuff…” the woman murmured, still grinning as she held up her hands. “Besides...this chat is worth the corn…and please, call me Daniela...” She murmured, smiling up at him again.
Ricky swallowed. “Ah..okay...Daniela...I insist…” He murmured, holding the corn out to her.
The woman looked at him for a moment before smiling and taking the can. “Well, if you insist…” She chuckled.
“Well, um...that’s all I need…” He murmured, racking his brains to try and figure out a way to keep the conversation from ending.
The woman sighed gently, still slightly giggly. “Well, since I got the corn, guess I’m all set too…Ready for checkout?” She chuckled, moving towards the line… Clearly she didn’t want the conversation to end either. Ricky followed, his own smile lingering.
Just then, an announcement came over the intercom. “Attention, Ralph’s shoppers...due to a burst water main, the toilets will be out of commission for the next few hours...we apologize for this inconvenience…” The announcement cut off just as some muffled shouting could be heard.
Ricky frowned, his eyes flitting to the end of the aisle and towards the checkout lanes, where a middle-aged blonde woman in jeans and a blouse could be seen arguing vociferously with a frazzled looking store clerk. She appeared to be pointing and yelling in frustration, occasionally pointing back at the out-of-commission restrooms. She looked to be holding a dancing little girl by the hand, obviously in need of a toilet. And if the way the woman was bending at the hip and pressing her own thighs together was any indication, her daughter wasn’t the only one.
Ricky felt his heart skip a beat. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had a...fetish, one would call it. For as long he could remember, he’d had an obsession with watching women hold their pee… he’d spent many a night hour on various adult sites, scrolling through pages of videos detailing women in situations where they were forced to ignore the call of nature, stuck in places with overflowingly full bladders and unable to empty them… He’d take himself in hand, stroking along to the rhythm of their bouncing thighs, his own bladder near full to bursting as he worked himself up to a climax while watching the bulbous protrusions in each of the women’s abdomens.
“Huh…” Ricky muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. “That’s... inconvenient…” He murmured, his eyes shifting over to Ms. Jiminez as they made their way to the checkout.
The woman chuckled, looking at him. “Is it?”
Ricky blinked, now turning fully to look at her. “...Isn’t it?” He murmured, feeling his pulse quicken.
The woman merely shrugged. “I dunno...maybe for her...Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is, she can just wait till she gets home…That’s what I’d do, anyway...”
Ricky swallowed again, taking a deep breath. “Well, she might have other places to go...might be a long time to wait…”
The woman chuckled again. “She’s a grown woman, she’ll be fine…”
Ricky didn’t even know how to respond… how could he? He couldn’t very well tell her why he was so interested…
Luckily, it seemed Ms. Jiminez had moved on already, sighing as she looked around. “You know...this store wasn’t even here when I was a kid...the whole city’s changed so much, though I guess 15 years away will do that, heh…”
Ricky could hear the blood thundering in his ears as he pulled out his debit card to complete the transaction.
“Well, I mean...I’ve been out here for some time, and I know it can be... kinda tricky, to navigate...So, uh... If you’re looking for a re-introduction, I could show you some of my favorite spots… like, there’s a cafe near here that’s got great muffins…you know, if you like that...sort of thing...” He ramblingly offered, trying to keep his voice light despite the trembling in his chest.
The woman blinked, slowly turning to look up at him. She seemed to be carefully considering his words, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever...Ricky hardly dared to breathe, feeling wholly present in his body and yet floating above, omniscient, at the same time.
“Sure, that sounds nice…” She said finally, a small smile gracing her lips as she pulled out her phone. “I’ve got some time Saturday morning...”
Ricky blinked, nodding, his whole body numb. “Yeah, sure, sounds good...Uh, lemme just, uh… Send you the address…” He murmured, pulling out his own phone. He typed in the address, pulled up the address and then screenshotted the map.
“...Is your Airdrop on, or…oh here, I see it...” He murmured, chuckling as he clicked on the icon that popped up.
A moment later, the woman’s phone buzzed as it received the photo. “Okay, got it.” She confirmed, smiling.
Ricky nodded, putting the last of his items into his bag. “Cool...so, Saturday...let’s say, 11?” He said, looking up.
Daniela hoisted her own bag, smiling up at him. “Sounds like a plan. See you then…and thanks for the corn...” She murmured, giving him a little wave before turning and sauntering out of the store.
Ricky felt like he was walking on air all the way back to his car. He’d come to the store for some groceries and left with plans for a date with his vivacious and gorgeous former high school biology teacher. Life sure was funny.
~~
The rest of the week passed relatively painlessly...Ricky managed to busy himself with school and other distractions as he awaited Saturday and the coffee meet, though the anticipation continued to buzz in his mind, shocking him with little jolts of excitement every time he thought about it.
Finally, the morning came, and Ricky was up at 9 AM with crippling anxiety. What if he was making a mistake? He’d often fantasized about spending time with Ms. Jiminez in school, but that was just a silly little boyhood crush...now that it was actually happening, Ricky wasn’t excited. He was terrified.
Still, that didn’t stop him from taking a quick shower and throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a light sweater...perfect for cooler San Diego weather and coffee not-quite-dates with your former teacher. He checked himself in the mirror...he looked nicely dressed, but not too nicely dressed...Luckily for him, he’d gotten taller and filled out since high school, and though he still wouldn’t consider himself “muscular”, he definitely had some definition that wasn’t there in his teenage years.
He left his building at 10:30, anticipating traffic for the weekend, arriving at the shop promptly at 10:47. He pushed open the doors, invigorated by the scent of mocha and chai.
He took a seat near the window, taking a deep breath and settling himself in for the wait.
Hardly 10 minutes passed before he began checking his phone for the time; had he gotten here too early? Was he gonna look silly already sitting here?
15 more minutes passed, and he was beginning to get slightly anxious. What if she had had second thoughts? He was one of her former students, after all… perhaps the fact that she knew him as a teenager bothered her more than she realized.
Ricky swallowed, looking at the table. Maybe he really was deluding himself...maybe he should-
Suddenly, a little gray Prius pulled up in the parking lot in front of the shop. The door opened, and out stepped a dark-shaded Daniela, decked out in her own pair of dark jeans that hugged her hips and thighs quite nicely, a cream camisole top, a pumpkin colored scarf and a light brown jacket. Strands of her hair blew in the wind as she came up to the door, opening it and stepping inside. She removed her sunglasses, peering anxiously around the small shop as if looking for something.
“Daniela! Over here!” Ricky called, waving her down. The woman turned to him, a smile splitting her features as she came over and took a seat across from him. “Hey! Sorry I’m late...I was up late last night grading tests…Midterms are brutal...” She explained as she removed her purse from her shoulder.
Just then, a young woman came to the table, smiling at the both of them. “Hello, and welcome to Duponte...what’ll you have?”
Daniela’s eyes flitted to Ricky, who motioned for her to go first.
“Could I just get an iced coffee? Biggest you have, and with oat milk?” She turned to Ricky with another sheepish grin.
The server scribbled on her pad. “Sure thing… and for you?” She murmured, turning to Ricky.
“Some rum raisin spice cake, and some water, please…” He said.
“Oooh, make that two…” Daniela cut in, biting her lip as she smiled up at the server.
The server scribbled some more before closing her pad. “Perfect, coming right up!” She murmured, turning and leaving the two to chat.
Daniela sighed gently, turning back to the young man with an apologetic grin. “Again, sorry I’m late… I set my alarm clock for 8, but I was up till nearly three grading those damn tests...Oh!” She squeaked, covering her mouth for a moment before visibly relaxing. “Ah, sorry about that… Brain still in school mode, can’t be swearing in front of the kids…” She chuckled.
Ricky found himself smiling, his anxiety melting away.
“Anyway, where was I? Oh, right… I went to bed around 4, slept right through the damn alarm...woke up at 10:45…” She sighed, leaning her elbows on the table and sliding her fingers through her hair. “I bolted out of bed, did the QUICKEST teeth brushing ever, threw on my clothes, and hopped in the car...and I was still late…”
Ricky hadn’t wanted to fixate on the fact that the woman had conspicuously omitted any mention of a morning pee, nor the fact that she was about to chug a grande-sized iced coffee. Things were weird enough as it was, no need to push it…
They chatted idly for the next several minutes… about how Daniela was adjusting to being home, Ricky’s work, and his focuses during undergrad and graduate programs.
The server brought out their items soon after, and within moments Daniela had drained nearly a third of her latte.
“Sorry…” She murmured, pulling back from the straw and smacking her lips. “Like I said, late night...plus, kind of an addict, heh…”
They continued to talk more, with Ricky going into some of his knowledge about the places in the neighborhood he frequented and Daniela recounting what used to be there. They were finding themselves to have quite a bit in common despite their age difference...and while it was weird for Ricky to talk so casually like this with someone who used to grade his homework, he found that the juxtaposition made the conversation even more engaging.
Before they knew it, two hours had passed, and Ricky was definitely feeling that water go through him… but he didn’t dare move, not when his mind had been slowly tallying how many glasses of water Daniela had had… 2 with her spice cake, and 2 more besides...plus the large latte...and all of that was sitting on top of her morning piss, she had to be desperate...yet she merely continued to go on chatting idly as if nothing was wrong. It just didn’t add up.
After a few more minutes, Ricky decided to try an experiment. “Be right back, I’m gonna go to the bathroom…” He murmured, getting to his feet.
Daniela nodded, still smiling. “Okay, I’ll wait here…” She murmured, taking a sip from her recently refilled glass.
Ricky felt his heart leap again. She was just going to wait? She wasn’t going to follow, try to get some relief of her own?
He swallowed as he went up to the counter to get the bathroom code from the barista before striding towards it, tucking his hands in his pocket to adjust his pants around his rising member.
Ok, Rick, just be cool...she probably peed before she came, don’t get worked up…
Still, as he pushed open the doors to the bathroom, he couldn’t shake the thought. Especially after what happened when they met at the store, how she said she wouldn’t pee there even if she could...what had that meant?
He stared at himself in the mirror...his reflection stared back, just as anxious as he felt… He steeled his nerves. No sense worrying over hypotheticals...and if she wasn’t going to pee, neither was he.
And so, Ricky left the bathroom unrelieved, heading back towards the table where Daniela had taken to glancing at her phone.
He sat back down, noticing that her water was empty once again as the waiter came to refill it.
He didn’t know how to broach the subject, and he was racking his brains trying to figure out a solution.
“Well, I gotta say, Ricky…” The woman said as she finished what she was typing. “Part of me had reservations about today...you know, with you being a former student of mine, but...we’re both adults, and it really has been nice talking to you…”
Ricky forced himself to move his mind away from the contents of his former teacher’s bladder, smiling in turn. “Yeah...yeah, it has… Sorry about making you rush, like that…”
The woman waved the apology away. “It’s my own fault...Should’ve just gone to bed at 11, like I’d planned...but then 11 became 12, 12 became one… and so on and so forth, until I was waking up and rushing out with only enough time to brush my teeth…” She sighed.
Ricky swallowed. He was so close. “Wow…” He murmured. “Brush your teeth? That’s it?”
Daniela blinked. “Well, yeah...I mean, we said 11, and I didn’t get your number so I couldn’t exactly tell you I was running late...I just had to get out and hope you were still here when I arrived…” She laughed.
Ricky tried to keep himself calm. “So, then...I guess you’ll probably be wanting the bathroom code, huh?” He asked, keeping his voice steady as he could. He murmured, kicking himself over the inelegant insertion...but he had no other option. Though if Daniela was put out by the strange comment, she didn’t show it.
“Oh, thanks, but I’m good.” She said, adjusting in her seat.
There it was. Not only had Daniela skipped her morning pee to meet him, but she’d consumed 6 glasses of water and an entire latte on top of that without even breaking a sweat.
“...Wow...Really?” The young man croaked, clearing his throat. “That’s...surprising…”
Just then, the woman’s phone buzzed. She frowned, picking it up before huffing. “Shit...I’m sorry, Ricky, I gotta go… I totally lost track of time, I have to proctor make-up exams at the school today…” She murmured, getting to her feet and shouldering her purse before digging out some money for her food.
Ricky nodded, swallowing down his disappointment as he rose with her, pulling out his own phone for digital payment on the little pad next to their plates. “Ah, okay...well, it was great to see you…”
Daniela smiled. “Yeah, you too… we should do this again, sometime…” She murmured, smiling genially up at him.
“Next weekend?” Ricky blurted before he could stop himself.
Daniela looked slightly surprised, but her smile quickly returned. “Yeah, okay...same place, same time? And…”
The woman took Ricky’s phone from his hand, opening an app and tapping for a moment before handing it back to him. He took the phone and looked down, seeing that the woman had entered her contact info.
“So I can tell you if I’m running late again…” She chuckled, opening her arms for a hug that Ricky quickly reciprocated.
“Alright, see you next week!” She called merrily as she strode away and out the door towards her car.
Ricky watched her go, his heart beating in his chest as he thought about the woman holding in a night’s worth of pee inside her, about to go proctor a test in which you couldn’t leave till all students were finished…
Swallowing again, he looked down at the contact information in his phone. Next Saturday could not come soon enough.
~~~~
The next weekend, Ricky and Daniela met up again, talking again for hours. They set a plan to meet the next Saturday, and the next and over the couple months it became a regular thing. Coffee turned into lunch, and lunch into dinner. Each time, Daniela would polish off large amounts of water or soda (gotta stay hydrated, she’d say), and never once would she ever make use of the facilities. This went on until… on the anniversary of their first date, Ricky did the unthinkable, and asked his former teacher if she would like to go out with him right in the middle of her 5th refill of water. She’d finished the glass before graciously accepting, reaching up to kiss his mouth to seal the deal.
Tonight, Ricky stood in front of his mirror, dressed in a tailored navy suit and baby blue button up. This was what he’d been wearing when he’d first kissed Daniela goodnight, and he’s since considered it his lucky suit.
Winter, or at least whatever passed for winter in southern California, was quickly approaching, so he found himself donning a peacoat as well to stave off the chill in the evening air. A quick text to Daniela to let him know he was on his way, and he left the house.
A quick drive over to Daniela’s apartment, a heart-stopping sight when she walked out of the front door in a tight black dress that hugged her generous curves, chocolate tresses gently curled and falling down over his shoulder.
“...Wow…” He’d breathed as he’d walked her back to the car.”
Daniela giggled. “Haha you’re too sweet… and you don’t look too bad yourself, babe...” She teased, reaching up to peck his cheek.
They got in the car, heading to a rustic Italian bistro for dinner. Daniela’s eyes widened upon seeing the restaurant. “Cucina Vine?” She murmured. “Pretty swanky…”
Ricky grinned. “Yeah...one of my fellows at the university’s uncle knows the owner...got him to get us a reservation...wanted to do something special…”
The woman reddened gently, though her smile didn’t dissipate.
They pulled in, got out and strode into the restaurant, hand in hand towards the table reserved for Foster, party of two.
Fifteen minutes later, they were seated and sipping on a currant Red and chatting idly.
“So…” Daniela murmured, setting down her wine next to the two glasses of water she’d already finished. “With the holidays coming up, I was wondering if you...had any plans?” She murmured, her eyes looking everywhere but into his.
He blinked, frowning. “Um...not particularly, why?” He murmured. She swallowed, reddening again. “Well, erm...My school is sending teachers abroad to an education conference in Guatemala...and I was one of the ones they picked…”
Ricky’s eyes widened, as did his smile. “Really? That’s amazing!” He exclaimed.
Daniela smiled shyly at his enthusiasm, taking a deep breath as if his excitement bolstered her courage. “And...we can bring a plus one...I was wondering if you wanted to come with me… it’ll be right after Christmas, and it’ll go till the 10th…”
Ricky’s eyes widened before he slumped back in his chair, staring at the table. “Guatemala…” He breathed.
Daniela frowned, suddenly looking nervous. “...I know it’s a long time, and we’ve only been dating a couple months, but….” She watched him on tenterhooks.
Ricky’s head snapped up. “Are you crazy? I’ve always wanted to go to Guatemala, the Basin is one of the most information rich quadrants for aquatic current patterns in the hemisphere, I-”
He stopped, noting the smirk on the woman’s face. Ricky swallowed, reddening as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ah...sorry, um...Yeah, yeah I’d love to go…”
Daniela’s face brightened, and she looked 10 times more radiant. “Amazing! I’ll call the agency on Monday and have them confirm! Hmmm...New Year’s in the South Americas…” She mused, taking another sip.
Just then, the waiter came by to take their orders. Ricky got chicken marsala, and Daniela ordered the pappardelle bolognese... and another glass of water.
Ricky noticed this request, and he continued to peer at the woman as she looked over the menu to decide dessert in advance.
He swallowed, pushing back from the table. “Be right back, gonna hit the gents…” He murmured, keeping his eyes on her.
“Alright…” The woman murmured, tracing a finger down the tiramisu list.
Ricky continued to stare. “...You...aren’t gonna come?”
Daniela looked up, frowning. “To the men’s room?”
Ricky reddened, gently clearing his throat. “I meant to the bathroom...half a bottle of wine and 3 glasses of water, and you don’t need to go?”
The woman shook her head. “No, I’m alright…”
Ricky looked at her for a few more minutes before sitting back down with a huff. “Alright…” he muttered, causing Daniela to look up. “Every time we go out somewhere, you drink your weight in water, wine or coffee but you never visit the ladies…that or you’re just really good at being inconspicuous...”
The woman was silent, looking pensive about something before turning to him. “Can I...tell you something sorta crazy?” She murmured, smiling a bit sheepishly.
Ricky felt his heart quicken, and he nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
The woman brushed a bit of hair behind her ear, chuckling quietly. “It’s...sort of silly, but… I never use the bathroom in public. After teaching for so long, you get paranoid about the things that go on in publicly accessible bathrooms, ych…” She shuddered gently. “I never have a problem waiting till I get home, so...I do.” She murmured, shrugging again.
Ricky felt his heart thudding so fast he was almost sure she could hear it. He swallowed, thinking back to high school. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember her ever visiting the bathroom before or after his class with her… nor after the next two, once he became her T.A…
“...You...never go in public? Ever?” He murmured.
The woman looked up at him with a sort of grinning wince. “Yyyeah...is that weird?”
Ricky quickly shook his head. “No, not at all...it’s, uh...sanitary…but...always till you get home? That can’t be true...”
At this, Daniela’s smile melted into somewhat of a smirk. “Hmm...Alright…” She said, leaning forward. “You remember when we first met for coffee? The day I was running late? Well...I would’ve arrived at the same time anyway, because I never pee in the morning. And after I left, straight to the exam, I was there for 4 hours, supervising two separate tests. Didn’t pee there either. Left there and swung home to grab my stuff for the gym, got in a run and some weight training. Then dinner and drinks with a friend, then home...then my first pee of the day.”
She leaned back, arms crossed, smirking widely.
Ricky was beside himself. He could feel his length straining through his suit pants as the woman recounted her story.
“...Wow…” He croaked again. “You...must’ve been bursting...”
The woman chuckled, shrugging. “I’ll admit, I had a fair urge down there, but I was wayyyy below bursting.” She told him. “Benefits of growing up in a house with 9 people and one bathroom...you get good at holding it in.”
Ricky was practically shaking now, perspiration beading on his forehead. His heart was beating so violently in his chest he feared it’d burst out.
Daniela’s face shifted from smug grin to concern. “Ricky, honey, are you alright? You look like you’re about to be sick…”
The man shook his head, swallowing. “Oh, n-no...Sorry, I, uh...well, I-” He tried to figure out how to explain his reaction without incriminating himself. He adjusted himself in the seat, and Daniela’s eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of his crotch under the table...and the tightness within.
Slowly, her eyes traveled back up. She looked around to see that no one was paying them any mind before leaning forward.
“Are you...turned on, right now?” She whispered.
Ricky felt his blood turn to ice as his beautiful girlfriend pieced together the depths of his depravity. “P-please, Daniela, let me explain, I-”
“You’re turned on listening to me talk about holding my pee, aren’t you…” She murmured, leaning back and crossing her arms, still staring at him open-mouthed.
He swallowed again, fear blossoming in his chest. “N-no, you don’t understand…”
She tilted her head. “Then what’s got you cocked and ready, huh?”
Ricky racked his brains, but in his flustered state he couldn’t come up with a deflective answer.
He slowly hung his head...years of crushing on this woman, and then 2 wonderful months of dating...gone. All because he’d had to pry, to ask too much…
“Richard…” she murmured softly.
Ricky looked up, surprised to find not disgust or anger on Daniela’s face, but concern. “Why are you embarrassed?” She asked
The young man swallowed again, trying to bring moisture back into his mouth. “I…I don’t want you to think...think I’m a creep, o-or a perv, or anything, I just...I don’t why I like it, I just do, and...yeah, women who are desperate to pee turn me on…” He finished with a defeated slump of his shoulders.
The woman was silent for a moment at his admission. Ricky waited for her to blow up, to yell, to storm out.
But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forward, touching his arm. “Hey…” She murmured. “Hey, look at me.”
Slowly, the man raised his head again.
Daniela pursed her lips. “You’re not a creep, or a perv. Everyone has weird stuff they're into, it doesn’t make you bad...just unique…”
Every word she spoke was a modicum of calm on his frazzled nerves, and slowly began to relax.
Seeing this, Daniela smiled, nodding. “Besides...I should be the one who’s sorry...I bet I’m a total dud to you, huh…”
Confusion replaced relief and embarrassment on Ricky’s features. “I...what?”
The woman chuckled. “You like it when women are desperate to pee, and you happen to be dating the one woman who never is…
Ricky’s eyes widened, and he felt himself stiffen again. “N-not quite…” He forced himself to speak. “In reality...the fact that you’re never desperate is even hotter…” He breathed. “You always drink so much when we’re together, it drives me crazy thinking about where it all goes...and yet, you never seem to need to release it... I don’t know what your limits are, and...that makes the fact that you have them even sexier…”
The woman leaned back, folding her arms again. “So...you like when girls have to pee, but then you like when they don’t?”
“I like when they should, but don’t…” He corrected, breathing easier and easier with each passing moment.
Slowly, Daniela’s smirk returned. “I suppose I get it… By all logic I should’ve been pissing myself that day, but I wasn’t...Gotta say, I never really thought about it like that...I’ve always been able to hold it, so I held it...and now I can turn you on with that? Guess I struck the jackpot…” She chuckled, biting her lip as she peered at him.
Just then, the waitress came by with their food, offering a slight pause in the heady conversation.
“So, if you really like it when I don’t pee…” The woman murmured, digging into her pasta. “And I really like being the strong iron tank I am...I guess you’re wanting to see how far I can go, huh?”
Ricky nearly choked on his water, causing Daniela to giggle. “Hnnhnn, thought so…” She murmured. “I’m kinda curious myself… We’ll have to look into that…” She murmured, winking as she downed the rest of her wine.
The rest of dinner passed pleasantly, with Ricky feeling ten times lighter having unburdened himself of that secret. When he took Daniela home and gave her a good night kiss, her lips lingered on his for a moment longer than normal...and before he knew it, she was pulling him inside her apartment to kiss him again...and again, and again….alllll over.
~~~~~~
The pair continued going out regularly over the next few weeks as the semester ended and winter break began...though their dates took on a slightly...taboo component. Daniela would casually mention how she skipped her morning pee every time they met, and, and throughout the day she would throw back liters of water without so much as flinching. Every time Ricky thought she wouldn’t be able to hold any more, she would add another glass, another stein, another cup... and still she wouldn’t visit the bathroom, even when at the end of the day she’d have a slight but noticeable bulge in her abdomen. Ricky had since told her about his desire to hold his own pee, and while he was much less graceful than Daniela, kept up fairly well with her...though she would always manage to be almost completely relaxed while he was pouring forth strong jets of pee from his quivering cock.
Christmas came and went, with no small amount of spiced eggnog, and finally, on December 26th, Ricky and Daniela were stood at their gate at San Diego International Airport, waiting for their 6 AM flight to Guatemala City.
Ricky had both their compact rolling luggage and a small duffle bag on his shoulder as Daniela checked the status of their flight. She always liked to dress comfy to travel, and he tried his best not to ogle her sculpted ass in her tight leggings.
She actually caught him staring once, and with a teasing smirk, subtly wiggled her posterior at him before walking back over. “Seems everything’s in order…” She murmured. “Should be boarding soon...I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get some coffee...”
Ricky nodded, releasing the handles and setting the duffle bag down as she walked towards the Starbucks kiosk nearby. He’d already taken a precautionary pee right after coming through TSA, but of course his proud, hot-blooded girlfriend had elected to forgo them, citing her rule about never peeing in public...though the smirk on her face said something different.
A few moments later, she returned with a latte, sipping it happily. “Hmm...you really are addicted…” Ricky chuckled, causing Daniela to stick her tongue out at him before continuing to slurp.
There was a crackle from overhead as the desk attendant for their gate began to speak. “Good morning, passengers, and welcome to flight AA5975 bound for Guatemala City. We are set to begin boarding in ten minutes. This will be a full flight, so if we have any volunteers who would like to check a carryon…”
Ricky tuned out the rehearsed speech. The Education Board had been kind enough to spring for Business Class for the both of them...He wasn’t worried about having space to put their personal items. He was more concerned with where his girlfriend was putting that latte, but he knew better than to ask.
A few moments later, both of them were stood in the line, waiting to board. Behind them, there was a slight commotion as a middle-aged couple hurried through the terminal, obviously late for a flight.
“George, George wait!” The woman called, dressed in a blouse and capris.
“I told you, Margaret, the doors close in five minutes!” The man said, continuing to run.
“George, wait, I have to pee! I still have to pee so bad, George!”
“It’s the toilet or the plane, Maggie, and I didn’t pay $800 dollars roundtrip for the toilet!”
Daniela shook her head as their voices got more faint. “Sad, when regular women don’t plan to accommodate their bodies’ needs…” She murmured to Ricky, who only swallowed in response. “They’re probably gonna miss their flight…too bad ‘Margaret’ doesn’t have a supertanker like me...” She whispered, smirking up at him. Ricky swallowed, well-aware of how much the woman was enjoying teasing him as he gently reached down to adjust the crotch of his sweatpants.
Finally, they got to the front of the line, scanning their boarding passes and boarding the plane, shuffling down the aisle to seats 3A and 3B. Ricky stowed their luggage in the overhead bin while Daniela slid into the row, taking the window seat and leaving the aisle for the taller Ricky. The two settled in with a sigh, smiling at each other and exchanging a kiss as the flight attendant continued to oversee people getting on the plane.
Once the doors had been closed and the attendant finished their mandatory safety briefing, Ricky settled back in his seat, yawning gently as he closed his eyes, preparing to take a nap.
~
He felt as though he’d hardly closed his eyes when he felt himself shaken awake.
“Ricky, baby, wake up...w-wake *oooh* ooohh, please wake up…” Daniela moaned from beside him. Ricky opened his eyes blearily, looking over at his girlfriend...and he was shocked by what he saw.
Daniela’s eyes were crinkled, her face tight with pain. She peered at him anxiously, one hand on his arm and the other buried between her lycra-clad thighs.
Ricky blinked slowly. “What’s going on?” He murmured sleepily.
“I-I messed up, Ricky…” Daniela muttered, hissing as her thigh began bouncing up again. “I-I thought I could handle it but I can’t, I have to pee so bad...p-please let me out, I can’t hold it…” She whimpered, beginning to bounce up and down in her seat, biting her lip. “P-please, Ricky, I’m bursting, let me...let...wake up...Ricky, wake up!”
The man’s eyes shot open as he sat up, still disoriented from the dream. He looked round at Daniela, who looked just as relaxed as always, and then up at the attendant taking drink orders.
“Uh…” He murmured, swallowing. “Just...a vodka cranberry, for me…” He murmured, rubbing at his eyes.
He looked over at Daniela. “Nng...How long was I asleep?”
The woman chuckled as the attendant began pouring their drinks. “About an hour...but we’ve only been in the air about 10 minutes, we got stalled on the runway…”
Ricky took the proffered beverages, handing one to Daniela before sipping at his own. “Really? How come?”
Daniela shrugged as she took her own beverage - a lime seltzer - from his hand. “Some sort of maintenance issue with the landing gear…” She murmured. “A couple people deplaned to pee, but, other than that…”
Ricky frowned, slumping back against the seat. “Mmn...I’m going back to my nap, now…” He murmured sleepily, to which Daniela only giggled and kissed his cheek.
Ricky awoke again a few hours later, looking over to see that Daniela was asleep. She had an empty can of seltzer water on the tray table before her, and her water bottle looked to be about empty. He gently shook his head; his girlfriend was no stranger to confidence, that’s for sure...
As the captain turned off the seatbelt lights, people immediately began getting up and shuffling towards the lavatories in the back of the plane. Daniela slumbered on, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that a half dozen people shuffled about anxiously in place, eager to drain their full bladders of amounts that wouldn’t even tickle Daniela’s capacity. The line was replaced with two people ever so often, throughout the next hour, until only Daniela and Ricky had gone unrelieved. Ricky himself felt the barest sensations of filling, but years of enjoying the feeling of holding his pee had made it so it took far longer for him to reach that state than anyone else, save for the woman sleeping next to him
For the remainder of the flight, Ricky worked on research for his thesis… the observations on protozoic life forms at the bottom of the Mariana that could be clues to how to search for life on Mars. All the reading about the ocean should’ve exacerbated his need...and true, it did bring his mind back to it ever so often, but it still wasn’t enough to be called an urge.
As they touched down in Guatemala City, Ricky gently shook Daniela awake. “Hey...wake up, hon, we’re here…” He murmured. Daniela blinked the sleep out of her eyes, yawning. “Nng...I knew that latte tasted like decaf…” She muttered sleepily, prompting a chuckle from Ricky.
They deplaned and grabbed their luggage before heading to the pick up area for taxis and other transportation. Ricky couldn’t help but notice as Daniela strode right by the women’s restrooms and the lines extending out of them and down the hallway without so much as a second glance. He had to admire her fortitude...Not a single pee since last night and here she was a 3 PM, acting as though she’d only peed moments ago.
They followed the path towards a shuttle that would take them towards the hotel. As they got on, the driver tipped his hat to Daniela with a smile. “Ah, buenas tardes señora, bienvenida a Guatemala…”
Daniela smiled back. “Gracias señor, es muy lindo estar aquí...” She murmured back. Ricky was completely out of the loop, but he smiled nonetheless.
They both sat down on the hard leather seats as the doors closed and the shuttle took off down the port way and towards the highway. The drive was lovely...hills of houses on one side, distant mountains on the other...Ricky could hardly tear his gaze away from the natural beauty of the South American countryside.
Soon enough, they arrived at the hotel, and upon debusing, Daniela turned to her boyfriend. “Come on, let’s get settled and then see about getting something to eat, I’m starved…”
They checked in and took their bags to their spacious room on the 6th floor, prompting a whistle from Ricky. “Wow, this is nice…” He murmured.
The woman smiled, striding in after him. “It’s a sizable grant…” She chuckled as she took their bags, depositing them in a corner as Ricky availed himself of the bathroom.
When he came out, he found Daniela waiting, smiling as she sauntered in past him.
He turned to watch her enter the bathroom. “You’re going pee?”
She turned to look at him with a pout. “Really? Still think I’m peeing? It’s been barely a day...”
He blinked. “But...so what are you doing…?”
The woman smirked. “...Showering? We’ve been flying all day…”
Ricky swallowed at the prospect of his curvy girlfriend naked in the shower, warm water running all down her body whilst the warm water within her body stayed clamped up like it had been all day. The thought made him stiffen.
~~
Dinner was a quiet affair, with the two of them visiting a small shack restaurant a short walk from the hotel...At Daniela’s insistence, Ricky had tried whitefish, yellow rice, black beans and fried plantains...all of it was delicious, and he’d scarfed it down before remembering to breathe, much to the Daniela’s amusement.
By the time they’d returned to the hotel, they were both plumb tuckered out from the day of travel and decided to turn in early...Daniela had a full day of conferences tomorrow, and Ricky was planning to do more work on his thesis...they’d have the nights together, but their days were to be separate till the 29th, when the conference ended and leisure time began. As Daniela set to undressing and climbing into the bed, Ricky sat on the bed, staring at her.
The woman slid under the covers, and she was turning to fluff her pillow when she caught his gaze.
“...What?” She asked, tilting her head quizzically.
Ricky took a deep breath. “You haven’t peed since I picked you up early this morning...and you’ve been drinking all day...and now you’re just gonna go to bed, like your bladder isn’t full...God, I...I think I love you…”
The woman reddened, though her lips curled up in a smile. “I think I love you, too…” She chuckled, reaching out to him. He quickly moved over to her, meeting her in a gentle, passionate kiss.
She was the first one to break, still smiling up at him. “Goodnight, Ricky…” She murmured, turning over in the bed and turning off the desk light. Ricky did the same with the room lights before sliding in next to her, laying down and closing his eyes.
The next morning, Ricky awoke to an empty bed, save for a small note. He picked it up, opening it.
Ricky… it read. The conference starts early, so when you read this I’ll probably be gone. I had my first morning piss in I don’t know how long today...I wasn’t hurting for it, but god did it feel good anyway...almost as good as it feels to know I only pee when I want. 😜 Anyway, I’ll be thinking of you every water bottle I finish, and I’m still not peeing when I get back. Gotta maintain the streak, right? One piss a day? ;D See you tonight...Love you!
Hugs and kisses,
Dani
The man stiffened upon reading the letter, and it was with a short sigh that he forced himself to set it down and get up.
The day was quiet, with Ricky pretty much staying at the hotel the entire day working. Around 6PM or so he got a text from Daniela saying that she was going out for dinner with a few of her colleagues and would be back a little later. That was fine by him; he had the next two weeks to enjoy time with her, no sense in begrudging her a night or two with her friends.
However, as the hour got later, he began to get concerned. Around 11:45, he tried calling her, but there was no answer. Now he was worried.
He went down to the lobby, asking the concierge if there were any restaurants close to the hotel that were open this time of night. The concierge had frowned and told him that the latest open restaurant had closed at 10:30, and that they didn’t reopen till 9 the next morning.
Ricky returned to the room, anxiety riddling his body over the next hour. Where was she? He could only hope and pray that she was safe, and still with her friends…
Finally, at around 1:15 AM, there was the sound of chittering laughter outside the door, getting louder and louder until the door opened, spilling a very giggly and very drunk Daniela into the room.
Ricky was on his feet immediately, rushing over and helping to steady her. “Dani, are you alright? I’ve been calling you all night…” He huffed, helping her inside.
The woman looked up at him, a goofy grin on her face and her gaze unfocused. “Hnnnnhnnhnnhnn...sorry, Ricky, me an’ the girls wennout fer drinks...ladies’ night at the cabana, heheheeee…” She tittered, smelling heavily of tequila.
The man pursed his lips. “Don’t you have another conference tomorrow?” he muttered as he went to put on some coffee for her.
The woman huffed, stumbling out of his grasp and towards the bed. “NnnI’llbefiiiinnnne…” She slurred. “Just gimme some water, I’ll be right ass rain...hehehe, ‘ass’...” She chuckled.
The man sighed, crossing his arms as Daniela sprawled out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Ricky…” She murmured.
The man turned.
Daniela looked up at him, smiling. “Drinks were half off...I had a lot…” She giggled, biting her lip. “Alcohol makes me pee...but I...I’m not gonna...hehehehe”
Despite his ire with the woman, he couldn’t help but redden at the admission, taking the pot and pouring her a cup of coffee.
“Mmm...more liquid….an’ I know juuuuust where to put it…” She tittered, winking as she took the cup from a red-faced Ricky.
Even as she laid there, Ricky could clearly see the bulge in her abdomen, stretching the waistband of her trousers that dug back into it with what looked like painful force...but the woman didn’t seem to notice; that, or she was too drunk to feel the discomfort.
“Rickyyyyy…” She whined. “Help me...help me outta my *hic* clothes…
Ricky reddened even further, but he did as he was asked, helping the woman out of her trousers and her blouse, leaving her only in her panties and bra...and without her clothes, the bulge in her navel looked much more pronounced. Any lesser woman would’ve been making a beeline for the toilet, but Daniela merely rolled over and promptly fell asleep. Ricky shook his head, climbing in next to her and turning off the light.
The next day, Ricky awoke to find Daniela gone again, and he was actually impressed that she’d been able to find the will to get up and go to another conference after the night she’d had.
He got up, immediately feeling a subtle pressure in his abdomen; with a jolt, he realized he’d not peed all day yesterday. Part of him was tempted to simply let himself get even fuller and enjoy the feeling, but he needed all his concentration for the next part of his thesis. And so, Ricky availed himself to the bathroom, letting loose a nearly minute long piss before taking a shower and sitting himself back down to work.
The day was fairly quiet again, with Ricky taking time to eat lunch, idly browse his favorite desperation site Omorashi.org (he’d told them all about Daniela a month or so ago, and they’d been fascinated with her seemingly endless capacity) and take a short nap.
He was awoken by a sharp knock on the door. “Ricky, honey? You in there?” came Daniela’s voice.
Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he got to his feet and headed to the door, opening it to let the woman inside. She was dressed quite professionally, in black slacks, a navy blouse and a black blazer...though there was a tightness in her face Ricky couldn’t place.
“Thanks…” she murmured, quickly hurrying in. “Forgot my damn keycard here…”
She quickly set to removing her blazer, though Ricky could tell something was off. She hadn’t stopped fidgeting since she got in the room, gently moving from foot to foot and bending slightly at the waist as she worked to get out of the confining garment.
Ricky wasn’t fooled, though...he’d spent enough time looking at videos of women desperate to pee to know the subtle cues… for whatever reason, Daniela was unable to hide her urges like she was normally able to. Was one pee a day proving to be too insurmountable a task for even her iron will?
Finally, the jacket came off and the woman strode, with a slightly hurried pace, back across the room, past Ricky and into the bathroom. Ricky watched her go, frowning as she shut the door in his face. There was the jingling of a belt chain, the pulling of a zipper, some muttering, and then… The sound of liquid forcefully hitting liquid and a gentle sigh, barely audible over the stream. Ricky could feel himself stiffening once more, his breath quickening as he listened to his girlfriend’s outpour.
It went for 1...2...3...nearly 3 and a half minutes before finally tapering off. There was a flush, and the sound of a faucet as the woman washed her hands. Finally, the door opened, and out stepped Daniela, looking visibly relieved.
“Wow...I sorta really needed that…” She chuckled, smiling up at him.
Ricky chuckled, crossing his arms. “Kinda early for your first pee, isn’t it?”
Daniela looked over at him. “First pee since the day we got here, you mean?
The man’s smirk dissipated almost immediately, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. “Since...what?”
Daniela, now having the upper hand again, smirked at him. “First day of the conference, I didn’t pee all throughout the seminars or workshops...they gave us plenty of water to keep us cool, since some of the buildings didn’t have AC, even more than I usually drink...and then afterwards, I went to dinner with my friends. At this point, I could definitely pee if I wanted, but it still was hardly an urge. I was gonna come back after that, but Yvette convinced us to go out for drinks, you know how she gets…” She chuckled, flipping her dark brown locks a moment before continuing. “We stayed out till midnight at this bar uptown...free drinks so long as someone at your table doesn’t leave it...So guess who got free drinks for her and her friends all night?” She said, smirking as she patted her abdomen. “We got sloshed, heh...Cathy wanted to go dancing, but we decided to call it a night...we had work in the morning, and none of us are in our 20’s anymore… so I came back here and had coffee.”
Ricky blinked. “And...wait, what happened then? I’ve seen you hold all day without a problem…”
The woman chuckled. “Let me finish...I woke up late. Again. Coffee kept me from having a hangover, but I was still dead tired...had to take a quick wash up and bolt out of here… then another day of conferences. More water, more seminars, more training for the ol’ supertank.”
Ricky’s mouth was dry. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “S-so...you...I mean, you didn’t…”
Daniela smiled slyly, nodding. “That’s right. A day of drinking water, a night of alcohol and coffee, and another day of water...and I just let it all out for the first time.”
Ricky merely stood there, open-mouthed and tight crotched as Daniela sat, smirking and reveling in the effect she was having on him.
“...You’re amazing…” He croaked.
She laughed. “Yeah, I know...and the thing is, I could’ve gone longer, I know I could’ve. But, it is easier to be rid of it, and now that the conferences are over…” She winked.
Ricky nodded, swallowing at the implication of her words.
Daniela merely laughed again, going over and reclining on the bed. “Now... how about we order room service? Don’t much feel like going out tonight…”
Ricky assented, picking up the menu from the table, though his eyes were still on Daniela. Try as she might to downplay it, he’d witnessed desperation. Small, hardly noticeable, but genuine desperation. It meant two things; one, Daniela did have limits, and they were reachable. Two, with the plan he’d been concocting, she was gonna be forced to reach those limits, one way or the other.
~~
The next morning, Ricky put his plan into effect; A two day trip to the Copan Ruinas ruins, near the southern tip of the country.
“...The Copan Ruinas?” Daniela murmured as Ricky showed her the plans. “Wow...I’ve always wanted to go, how far is it from here?”
“About a 4 hour bus ride to Honduras, then a short jaunt to the ruins...I booked us 2 days, no sense traveling all that time for a single day of sightseeing…” He murmured, closing the tab.
Daniela looked up at him, eyes still alive with wonder. “Wow…” She repeated, a grin splitting her face. “When do we leave?”
He smiled. “Right now. I already got our stuff into the duffel bag, bus leaves from the hotel in 20 minutes…”
Daniela beamed, throwing her arms around him and kissing his lips. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”
Ricky kissed back with equal fervor, smiling to himself. Yes, it certainly would be...2 days out in the ruins, no hotel...and 4 and a half hours back to the city. She’d have no choice but to hold it the entire time...He was already shivering with excitement.
That afternoon, after a few more passes over the packing, the couple left their room and headed downstairs to wait for the bus. It arrived shortly after they did, and as they clambered on with a few other couples and a family, the bus driver leaned around his seat.
“Welcome to the bus bound for Copan Ruinas!” He said in heavily-accented English. “There will be one stop on the way at a convenience station to buy food, drinks and use the facilities.”
Daniela snorted at that last part.
“...After that, it’s non-stop to the ruins! Here we go!”
The bus pulled out of the parking lot, and they were off. Ricky had taken the liberty of making sure Daniela’s water bottle was filled, as well as taking some of the complimentary bottles from their room to refill with, since he was deliberately unsure of the running water situation where they were going.
Daniela had drained the entire bottle in the first hour, refilling it with one of the ones from her pack. After another hour, they stopped at a small convenience station for the passengers to stretch. Daniela wanted to buy a couple more water bottles, just in case...Ricky was only so happy to oblige.
They were nearly all gone as they arrived in Honduras. Daniela hadn’t peed since early the night before, so it was now about 17 hours since her last pee...and she looked no less comfortable than as if she’d peed at the convenience station.
The station they got off at looked a bit more ramshackle than in Guatemala...it was hardly more than an aluminum overhang propped up on two poles. There was a woman waiting for them as they got off the bus, with bronzed skin and a bright smile. “Welcome to Honduras! If you’ll all just wait a moment, the next shuttle to the ruins will be here momentarily!”
A few of the couples stood idly around, but one woman looked rather uncomfortable. She kept moving from foot to foot, growing more and more anxious looking the longer she stood. Finally, she turned to whisper something to her husband, who in turn began looking for the guide.
Daniela noticed this and smirked, gently elbowing Ricky. “Someone’s already in trouble…” She whispered.
Soon, the woman returned to lead the tourists to the shuttle, this one looking about the same state as the station...beaten aluminum with glassless windows on old looking wheels. Still, everyone climbed on, murmuring with excitement. The woman who had been looking anxious before hurried up to the guide, murmuring something to her. The guide’s smile fell slightly, and she gently shook her head. The woman looked rather miffed, but she pursed her lips and got on the bus after her husband.
The tour guide followed them on, her bright smile having returned. “Alright, folks...it’s about 30 minutes to the site! You’ll be divided into cabins based on your partners there, and then we’ll get started with the tour!”
The bus trip to the actual site was rather short in comparison to every other trip they’d taken, and already Rickey could see the tips of ancient moss-covered edifices coming over the treeline as they approached.
“If you’ll look to your right, you’ll be able to see the tops of the temples of the Copan Ruinas, constructed by splinters of the dynasty in Tikal, back in Guatemala…” the tour guide began launching into her knowledge of the structures as the bus pulled into a clearing that looked to have a large fire pit surrounding by 5 cabins.
The bus doors opened, and the group disembarked. The tour guide was the last off, and she immediately began separating the group into their cabins... Ricky and Daniela were placed in the one closest to the outside on the left.
The woman from before, now looking more and more distressed, hurried up to the guide, now pressed at her thighs and muttering urgently. The guide nodded, pointing the woman off the path towards a squat stone building a little ways up the road. The woman looked between the guide and the dingy bathroom with trepidation before deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer, waddling towards it.
The guide turned back to address the group. “These ruins are quite remote, so the facilities are a bit primitive, but still quite modern!”
Ricky’s eyes flitted to Daniela, who was already looking at the building with disdain and no small amount of revulsion. He smiled inwardly… she wouldn’t be going in there, he was sure. Still, he made a point of leaning over to her. “Kinda gnarly, don’t you think?”
Daniella made a grunt of disgust, her lips curled up. “Ugh, tell me about it…”
Ricky swallowed, his heart hammering in his chest. “I don’t know about you, but, I think I’ll steer clear…wait till we get back to the hotel...”
Daniela blinked, looking up at him. “What? Like...not pee till we get back?”
Ricky couldn’t help the cheeky smile blossoming on his features. “What? Don’t think you can do it?” he goaded.
“Course I can.” Daniela huffed quickly, taking the bait hook, line and sinker. “It’s you I’m worried about…”
Ricky chuckled. “I’ll be fine...let’s just enjoy our time here…” He went back to standing quietly, but inside he was shouting for joy. He’d convinced Daniela to hold her pee for two whole days...surely he’d see her bursting by then…”
After a brief lecture on safety and mindfulness, the tour guide began leading them away from the cabins and down towards the ruins.
Ricky had always had a passing interest in archaeology, but the way the guide described the weathered monuments and the history of the rulers who’d built them made him wonder if he hadn’t chosen the wrong field. It was all so fascinating...they spent the rest of the morning and most of the early afternoon just around one temple, observing the simian statues of the howler monkey gods and the tops of the ziggurats meant to reflect light to help the ancient Mayans tell the hour of the day. They broke for a brief lunch, with Daniela and Ricky consuming sandwiches they’d bought at the convenience store, with Daniela washing hers town with a large sweet tea...and Ricky wasn’t it sure, but he could swear she was looking at him when she did, as if in defiance of his supposed skepticism of her abilities.
The rest of the afternoon was spent near the back of another temple, with the guide explaining the origins of the temple in contrast to the rest of the site.
As the sun began to set, the guide dismissed them all for dinner and free time. “We’ll resume the tour tomorrow… and remember, no leaving the cabins after 11 PM! There are howler monkeys about, and they won’t hesitate to pickpocket you…” She chuckled as she turned and made her way towards her own cabin.
Ricky sat on one of the bed of their cabin opposite Daniela, smiling. “So...Been about 24 hours. How do you feel?”
Daniela turned from the mirror, making a show of rolling her eyes. “LIke I always do after 24 hours without a pee...nothing.” She smirked. “Your little challenge is doomed, my dear.”
Ricky leveled his gaze. “Then maybe you aren’t drinking enough...Maybe you’re skivving on your liquid consumption cause you’re worried…”
The look of indignation on Daniela’s face told Ricky all he needed to know. With a huff, she pulled open the chest of camping supplies at the foot of their bed, reached in and grab one of the jugs of water. She pulled the top off and brought it to her lips, downing nearly half of it in one go.
She wiped her mouth, now glaring at Ricky as she stalked over to him. “You’re gonna eat your fucking words, gringo…” She whispered as she leaned in to kiss his mouth.
Ricky found himself stiffening even harder, though he made no mention of it..he was beginning to feel an urge himself, despite having not drank nearly as much as Daniela had...best not push anything.
The two of them joined the rest of the couples around the fire pit for a little while before night fell in earnest. The rest of the company made use of the toilets up the way...all except for Daniela and Ricky, who merely retired for the evening.
~
The next morning, they were up early, ready to start the 2nd leg of the tour. Daniela polished off the rest of the jug with breakfast, leaving Ricky to merely sip from the bottles she hadn’t consumed. The morning consisted of explaining the origins of the temples in Tikal, and now the rulers of Copan Ruinas had splintered from the main dynasty to found their own.
Ricky definitely felt a decent urge now, to the point where he’d be considering finding a toilet were he not determined to wait with his girlfriend. His eyes flitted over to her, and he noticed with some ire that she still looked rather relaxed...but there were details to hone in on. She maintained a cross armed position, her lips somewhat tight and her jaw almost imperceptibly clenched. She was feeling it...and the bulge in her abdomen all but confirmed it. 40 hours without a pee, and she was only keeping still for his benefit.
When they broke for lunch, Ricky pretended to busy himself with his rice and beans, but out of the corner of his eye he could see Daniela taking smaller and more reserved sips. Every time he looked at her, though, she’d tip back the bottle, making a show of guzzling it all. He smirked; her pride would be her undoing.
They resumed the tour, coming up on the final leg of it. Daniela was definitely fidgeting now, shifting from foot to foot ever so often as her body continuously sent her signals that it had not voided itself of liquid waste since 6 pm two days ago. She pointedly ignored it, of course, even as the protrusion in her navel grew more pronounced.
As the afternoon wore on, Ricky began to get restless...it had been 31 hours since his last pee at the hotel the night before the tour, and he felt his own bladder swelling with liquid that was definitely wanting out.
Finally, at around 6 PM, the bus arrived to take them all back to Guatemala. “I hope you enjoyed the tour!” The guide said, addressing the group. “Please check your cabins to make sure you haven’t left any trash behind!”
As the group did a final sweep of the grounds for litter, Ricky saw Daniela try to bend over and pick up a piece of plastic… she immediately winced, shooting back up and going slightly knock-kneed, a hand on her abdomen.
When she saw him looking, however, she quickly removed her hand with a scowl, stomping back over to him.
Wow...Ricky thought to himself. She just squeezed almost 48 hours of pee with that move, and she’s still keeping it together…
They got back on the shuttle back to the station, with Daniela keeping abnormally still all the way.
As they got off and boarded the bus, Daniela sat down gingerly next to Ricky, taking a deep breath, her hand clenched in her lap. She did her best to keep still, but couldn't help gently bouncing in her seat. She was obviously desperate for a pee, but she was still maintaining control. Ricky only had four more hours to witness it before she got her pee back at the hotel, he had to make it count.
“Hey, I brought the rest of our water… didn’t wanna just leave it behind…”
Daniela didn’t say anything, but the slight purse of her lips and tightening of her face was all he needed to see.
Ricky smiled as she snatched the jug from him, huffing before unscrewing the cap, upending the rest into her mouth.
Ricky himself fidgeted as he watched the liquid drain into his girlfriend’s mouth, the longing to pour forth his own stream growing more acute by the minute and stifled only by his rising arousal at the way Daniela was forcing even more water into her stretched bladder out of sheer spite.
When at last she finished it, she thrust it back at him with a huff, crossing her arms and going back to gently wiggling in the seat.
The bus pulled away, and within minutes they were back on the main road.
Ricky’s eyes were on Daniela the entire time as she got progressively fidgetier, uncrossing her arms and pressing them into her lap as she tried to take deep, relaxing breaths. She exhaled shakily, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs. Ricky could see her bladder was swollen to the size of a football now, stretching against her tights as she continued to grind her arse down into the seat.
2 hours into the trip, they stopped at the same convenience station, where a few of the couples debussed to make use of the facilities. Ricky almost followed them...his bladder was beginning to sting, and it was all he could do to simply keep his thighs pressed together through the acute sensations. He saw Daniela’s eyes flit up to the fluorescent windows, and in them he saw something he never expected to see from Daniela where a bathroom was concerned; longing. She was biting her lip, still bouncing gently in the seat, one hand on her abdomen and one clenched tightly beside her.
“Hey…” Ricky murmured, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. “You alright?”
Daniela immediately seized up, but she set her jaw and nodded. “I’m fine…” She muttered, a bit too quickly and too tersely for it to be true.
The relieved passengers ambled back onto the bus with agonizing slowness, and Ricky could see Daniela gritting her teeth. He could almost hear her willing them to move faster, though she still would not break and openly admit the need that was beyond apparent to him.
As the bus got moving again, the sky began to darken overhead as clouds moved in. Within moments, it was pouring rain, sheets coming down in torrents to splatter noisily against the windows. Daniela closed her eyes, grinding her teeth as she was forced to bounce a little more vigorously, her arse shaking side to side.
When at last they pulled up to the hotel in Guatemala City, Daniela’s right thigh was bouncing constantly. Ricky wasn’t doing much better, but the stiffness in his cock from watching Daniela’s subtle desperate grappling was helping mitigate his own struggle.
They left the bus and he unloaded their things as Daniela stood by, arms crossed, all but hopping from foot to foot now.
After giving his own crotch a squeeze, Ricky hoisted the duffel bag and followed the wincing steps of his girlfriend as they strode into the hotel lobby. They both made straight for the elevator, gently scissoring their thighs back and forth. This was definitely the most desperate Ricky had been, and if he was desperate with 35 hours of pee, he could only imagine how Daniela must’ve felt, containing almost 52 hours of pee in her cramped, gargantuan bladder.
As the elevator made its way down with agonizing slowness, the pair did their best to keep a bit more still, though it proved a struggle for them as both their brimming bladders strained against their waistbands, demanding to either be allowed to expand or empty.
At last, the door opened, and they rushed inside, quickly pressing the button for their floor.
A few agonizing moments later, they were wincing their way into their room, both gritting their teeth.
“S-see? Told you I could do it…” Daniela huffedin triumph, smirking in triumph even as she rocked back and forth on her toes. Ricky wasn’t happy about it, but Daniela had indeed lasted the whole 2 days and then some without a pee and only mild discomfort… And he’d still plenty enjoyed watching her decorum crack, if only slightly. “Now, why don’t you get the relief you need?” She teased, sitting down with crossed legs and only a mild bounce to her now. Ricky wanted to scowl, but he was in dire need of a pee, and there was no longer any reason to deny himself one.
However, when he turned to the bathroom door, he would see a printed note left on it on official hotel stationery.
Dear valued guest, it read. We regret to inform you that the storm has knocked out a powerline at the water filtration plant, backing up the pressure and causing a shutdown of the water to this building. We are working to resolve this situation as quickly as possible, and we apologize for any inconvenience.
Ricky stared at the note, trembling with both fear and delight as he read it.
“Ricky?” Daniela asked from across the room, still jiggling. “What is it?”
Ricky swallowed, turning to her. “The...the water’s out...they’re working on it, but they don’t know when it’ll be fixed...Toilet’s probably got one more flush in it but that’s it...”
Daniela’s caramel skin seemed to pale somewhat as she considered the implications of his words.
She swallowed, setting her jaw. “Well…” She muttered, continuing to bounce up and down. “You wanted to see how long I can go? Now’s your chance…”
Ricky hardly dared to believe it. “You… you mean…”
“Yeah.” Daniela said resolutely, her fists clenched beside her. “I’ll pee when the water’s back.”
Ricky swallowed. “We don’t know how long that’ll be…”
Daniela shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll wait.”
Ricky grunted as blood surged to his cock so fast it physically hurt. Daniela was already bearing 53 hours of piss without significant complaint despite the fact that she obviously wanted to let go, and now she was gonna take the cap off the other end and wait indefinitely.
“...Wow…” He croaked out.
The woman swallowed, getting to her feet with some difficulty. “Well…” She grunted. “Nothing more to be done now...let’s just...just go to bed…” She muttered.
And so, denied the relief they were both acutely craving, Ricky and Daniela stripped themselves down to their underwear, both sporting enormous bulges, though Daniela’s was considerably bigger. They climbed gingerly into bed, letting slip only a slight wince as they turned off the lights and settled down, trying to rest despite the aching, gnawing fullness between each of their hips.
~
The next morning Ricky awoke to a constant, throbbing pain as his 42-hour piss load pulsated behind his quivering cock.
He groaned, giving himself a gentle squeeze as he slowly sat up, looking round. Daniela was already up, standing by the window, one leg crossed over the other but otherwise still.
“Nng...g-good morning, hon…” He muttered, getting gingerly to his feet. “Have they...is the water back on yet?”
“Nope.” She responded. The phrase was short, clipped...tense.
Daniela let out a shaky breath, turning round, and what Ricky saw nearly made his eyes pop out of his head.
It looked as though his girlfriend was in her third trimester, her corpulent bladder stretching her skin as taut as it could go so that it was slightly white in the middle. She had one hand on the obscene bulge, the other rubbing at her thigh.
“Woah…” Ricky muttered, his eyes glued to the protruding behemoth of a bladder the dusky-skinned minx was nursing. “You-”
“I’m fine.” The woman said, despite the fact that her legs hadn’t stopped rubbing against one another the whole time and her face was tight with pain. Yet she persevered, refused to admit to the grueling agony of 60 hours worth of roiling, boiling piss stretching and straining the screaming walls of her bladder.
Not much got done that day...both Ricky and Daniela were too full to do much else but pace the room, wiggle about, and occasionally throw their heads back and groan. Still, neither uttered a word...it seemed they were intent on denying themselves the luxury of even vocalizing their needs, despite how plainly one could see it.
As morning dragged on to afternoon, and afternoon to evening, Ricky was beginning to lose it. He swore he could see spots as his toes curled, his feet stamping the ground as he leaned against the wall, cradling the piss-swollen bowling ball in his abdomen.
He’d held on far longer than he ever thought possible, and even though he felt like his bladder would rupture at any moment, he refused to give in. Wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, he looked over at Daniela, leaned against the desk, her abdomen stretching at least 6 inches away from her body. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was taking deep, rhythmic breaths to try and maintain control. Her arms shook, her thighs trembled...she was bursting. Well and truly bursting...and yet, she did not surrender.
Evening came, and the room was filled with the hisses, grunts, groans and whimpers of sheer agony as the desperation of the couple reached a fever pitch.
Ricky had taken to grabbing his cock and trying to stroke himself to hardness, hoping to give his hose a reprieve from the gusher it was dying to spew forth.
Daniela was beyond decency now, both hands buried in her crotch as she slid up and down the wall, taking deep, ragged breaths...and still, she did not run to the bathroom, did not dare release the load that could have filled the bladders of 5 normal women 5 times over.
“G-God…” Ricky breathed, finally breaking the silence. “You look...y-you look pregnant...it must hurt…”
Daniela opened her eyes, her gaze distant and blurred. “I…...I t-toooOOlldd you…*oooh* I-I’m waiting till the water’s back…ungh...” She grunted, her eyes watering with the effort it took to even stand upright, let alone keep her 66 hours of pee contained.
Just then, the phone next to the bed rang. Ricky staggered forth, one hand still wrapped tightly round his groin as he picked it up with trembling fingers.
“H-Hello?” He groaned, his voice tinny and strained.
Hello, valued guest, said the automated voice. We’re calling to inform you that the power has been restored at the plant, and your water should now be in working order. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience...your stay’s rate will be prorated to compensate. Thank you.
Ricky felt his heart leap in his chest.
Daniela looked up, hope in her eyes. “Who was that? Is the water back on?”
Ricky wrestled with himself for a moment. “...No…” He murmured. “No, not yet...they’re still working on it…”
Daniela’s face visibly fell, and she grit her teeth with a shuddering breath for a moment before giving a quick nod. “A-alright…”
3 hours passed...almost 11 PM. Daniela was dying. She’d never held this much piss, for so long before...she felt almost numb between her legs. It was getting somewhat hard to breath as her monstrous bladder crowded the rest of her organs in an attempt to expand even further.
Ricky was on the floor, hips trembling and both hands gripping his cock. The knowledge that he could pee if he wanted to, that the toilet was fixed made it that much harder to resist the urge to give in...but the delicious satisfaction from being desperate himself, not to mention watching his proud girlfriend suffer herself, outstripped his immense pain.
Suddenly, Ricky heard a toilet flush through the wall. His eyes flipped open, and he raised his head to see if Daniela had heard the same thing. Her wide eyes and alive expression confirmed his fears. The jig was up.
He slowly rolled himself over, crying out as he was forced to rest partially on his bladder in order to get to his feet. Slowly, he began to stagger towards the toilet, when he heard a voice from behind him.
“N-no.”
Ricky turned to see Daniela struggling to her own feet, almost immediately doubling over as she cradled her mammoth bladder, her face tight with pain. “N-no...Midnight...N-nn...New Year’s…”
Ricky blinked, turning to the wall calender. It was indeed December 31st; there was but an hour till the New Year… and what better way to ring it in than with a gushing piss?
And so, Ricky turned away from the toilet, hobbling back towards Daniela, the two of them settling in for the final hour.
A half hour in, both were beyond shamelessly dancing, crossing their legs tightly, thrust hands into their own crotches, each other’s crotches, anything to help them hold back.
15 minutes.
Ricky could feel darkness blurring the edge of his vision, causing him to pant in order to get oxygen to his starved brain.
10 minutes.
Daniela was groaning so loud it was certain the rooms next to them could hear, but she didn’t care. Her skin was stretched so tight over her abdomen it looked ashen. She was dancing from foot to foot like a child, her abdomen quivering as it looked ready to split at the seams.
5 minutes.
Both of them moved to the bathroom, clawing feverishly at their crotches as the toilet stood, ready and waiting to accept their endless golden offerings. It was all Ricky could do not to pull his cock out and give the porcelain bowl a hosing it had likely never seen.
30 seconds.
Daniela had already pulled her tights and miraculously dry panties down and off, now naked from the waist down and stradling the toilet. Her hands pressed at her pussy, her head thrown back in sheer torment as she held back with all the strength she had left.
10 seconds.
Ricky pulled out his cock with a trembling hand, already pointing it at the bowl.
5...
4...
3...
2...
The buzzer on Ricky’s iphone signaling midnight was drowned out by the couples strangled cry as they both relinquished their holds on their rupturing bladders at the same time, 39 and 78 hours worth of roiling dark piss splattering noisily into the bowl. For a moment, they maintained their pained expressions; it appeared that their loads were so great that releasing had not yet granted them relief...but after a moment…
Both of them moaned in orgasmic euphoria as their bladders finally crossed the threshold and began to deflate, their streams growing in intensity and roping with wild abandon into the toilet below. So great was the combined force of their gushes that the bowl actually began to fill up, automatically flushing to keep up with the torrential output.
2 minutes passed...then 3...then 5...then 7.
After 9 minutes, their flows finally began to slow, coming down from power hose to pressure washer, then to faucet and slowly down to trickle. The toilet flushed again as the last of their bladders filled it to the brim once more, whisking away the dark frothing pee with a wet *glug*.
Both of them sank, Ricky to the floor and Daniela onto the toilet, panting heavily, jaws slack and gazes unfocused.
They both lay there for a few moments, almost insensate from the massive release they’d experienced.
Finally, Ricky raised his head, blinking the blurriness out of his eyes. “...Th-that...that was…”
“...Yeah…” Daniela breathed, giving a tired chuckle. “Fuck...that was...wow…”
They both continued to sit there, reveling in the afterglow of their momentous pisses for a while longer before Ricky pulled himself up to plant a kiss on Daniela’s mouth.
She returned with a tired ardor, bringing a hand up to his face as she did.
“...Told you I could do it…” She breathed, making them both chuckle. “But I’ll admit...I was bursting…” She whispered the last word in his ear, and immediately Ricky felt energy surge back into his body...well, a specific part, anyway.
“Hey…” Daniela murmured, still breathing heavily. “We still got...a week left…” She murmured. “Let’s see if we can’t break the record, huh?”
Ricky merely looked up at her, swallowing. “...I love you…”
She smiled. “I love you too...now, let’s get in the shower and I’ll show you how much…”
THE END. |
A story commission by Zenkopan! Not much to say about this one, just a fun to write straight-desperation/peeing story!
The quiet bubbling of the hot pot and the creaking of the rickety wood walls of the inn were all that could be heard as Umi, Kotori, and Honoka sat around in silence. In no uncertain terms, the day had been a disaster so far.
The three were supposedly on vacation. Honoka had won a free two night stay for three at a “Classy, traditional inn! Experience the cultural heritage of Nagano and enjoy the fresh air of the mountains”. Of course, the brochure had significantly played up the inn’s luxury and value. Umi had expected as much, but even with her expectations set low, it all came crashing down upon seeing the run-down inn the three would be staying at for two nights.
Spending half the day hiking there had been quite fun, more for her than the others, but the food was bad, the staff was worse, and half the things in the inn didn’t work. The three had opted to take dinner into their own hands, picking up some fresh ingredients and utilizing the portable stove the room came with for an impromptu hot pot.
“Sorry again, you two,” Honoka apologized for what had to have been the 20th time today.
“Honoka, it’s fine,” Kotori placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “We were all excited about this trip! None of us expected it to be like this! Besides, once you get past the… quirks of this place, it’s not so bad!”
Umi nodded, “I mean, at least we can get some fresh air, and the scenery’s nice. Besides, I hear that this place does have some really nice hot springs. We should visit them after dinner.”
“Yeah, that sounds good! It’ll be nice and relaxing, especially after walking all day!” Honoka beamed, cheering up instantly. It didn’t take much for her to latch onto the positives, something Umi found a bit endearing.
“Anyway, I think the hotpot’s ready,” Umi stated, observing the broth, “Let’s eat.”
The three eagerly scooted closer to the table as they grabbed ingredients and broth with the ladle. Umi eagerly went for the mushrooms and blew on them slightly to cool them before popping them in her mouth. The other girls went for their favorites as well, and soon all three were tasting the broth for the first time.
Suddenly, all three of them stopped chewing. Honoka’s face turned a violent shade of red, Kotori let out a few small coughs, and Umi herself felt fire erupt on her tongue. She swallowed quickly and reached for her drink, gulping down to quell the flames.
“Hot, it’s really hot!” Honoka noted, doing the same and gulping down some tea to ease the heat.
“We tasted the broth before putting the ingredients in, what happened?” Kotori asked, being the third to follow in Umi’s footsteps.
“Hold on,” Umi looked back over the discarded packs of ingredients they had added, searching for the culprit, “It looks like the meat we added had a chile marinade, it soaked into the broth.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” Honoka apologized yet again, “That was me, I picked out the meat. I picked it because it looked so juicy and there was a lot of it…”
“N-no, it’s fine,” Kotori smiled, “It’s not bad, it’s just really spicy, is all. It’s still edible.”
“You definitely didn’t ruin it,” Umi pointed out, “But still, you should be more careful next time. This time you just made it spicy, but you should pay attention to what you pick out for hotpot.”
Umi felt a little bad for chastising Honoka, especially after the slew of apologies she’d given them that day already, but Umi wasn’t exactly a fan of spicy food. She could handle it, just barely, but she knew it would be a struggle.
She wasn’t the only one worried about it, it seemed. In preparation, Kotori fetched all three of them more tea, and they faced the challenge of finishing the spicy hotpot. By the time they were done, they had polished off all the tea and some more water between the three of them, and Umi herself would be glad if she never had to eat another spicy thing in her life.
Umi looked around to see the aftermath of dinner. Kotori was sitting up properly, but her face was red and her forehead was still sweating from the heat. Honoka was lying face-up on the ground, looking half-dead. Umi herself was fanning her tongue with her hand. She’d go for more water, but her stomach was already full from the dinner, plus all the tea and water she had drunk previously to wash it down. They stayed like that for some time, until the burning in their mouths had subsided, and their bodies had cooled down.
Umi had been the first to move, taking the initiative to clean up the rest of the ingredients, and put the broth away. She wasn’t sure if they’d use it tomorrow, but there was enough left and it felt like a waste to just dump it all down the drain.
“Uggghhh, sorry, again. This trip’s turning out to be a disaster…” Honoka groaned, still lying in the ground.
“W-well,” Kotori smiled, “There’s still the hot springs, at least!”
“Yeah,” Umi agreed, “It’ll be nice to unwind and relax. I can’t see much going wrong with the hot springs, either.”
“Yeah, let’s go!” Honoka sang, pulling herself to her feet, “I already checked the brochure. It’s not a mixed bath or anything weird like that, so it should be fine!”
The three gathered up their bathing supplies and headed to the bathing area. However, upon getting there, Umi and the others were hesitant when they only saw one entrance to the baths. Despite what Honoka said, it definitely looked like it might be a mixed bath.
“Hello, girls,” a receptionist smiled, “Looking to use the hot springs?”
“Yes,” Honoka smiled, “But uh, there’s only one entrance, are they separated or anything like that? Or is it a mixed bath?”
“Oh no, don’t worry,” the woman explained, smiling, “We don’t have two separate areas for the hot springs, but we have men-only and female-only timeslots. Right now, it’s females-only, so you girls are free to go in. The timeslots change every two hours, and it just switched, so you girls have plenty of time to enjoy the baths!”
“Oh, thank you!” Honoka smiled, “Well, at least we don’t have to worry about that!”
The other two nodded, looking relieved, and the three entered. They undressed in the changing area, bringing their towels and toiletries along, and entered the bath proper. They seemed to be the only ones there for now, something that didn’t really surprise Umi given the quality, or lack thereof, of the inn. This place couldn’t be that popular.
The three started off showering and cleaning themselves in the bathing area before the hot springs. Umi washed off the sweat from their hike from earlier and all the sweating she did from eating the spicy hotpot. As she let the water run over her bare form, she noticed a tingle in her abdomen. It was the telltale signs of needing to pee. She drank a lot of tea and water at dinner, and she couldn’t remember the last time she went to the bathroom. Still, it was only a slight nag. Nothing urgent, and she was more focused on enjoying her time in the hot springs, which was about the only thing she was still looking forward to with this place.
Once the three had finished washing themselves, they rinsed off and headed to the hot spring proper. The hot spring was large, with a lot of room to move around and plenty of rocks and spaces to get comfortable. The privacy wall around the outside was just about the only part of the inn that was well-maintained, and the water was clear as crystal. As Umi and the others picked a spot and lowered themselves into the hot water, Umi felt all the tension in her body melt away. The water was the perfect temperature.
“Ahhhhh, this is really nice!” Honoka stated, letting herself sink deeper into the water until it was up to her neck.
“It is really lovely,” Kotori agreed.
“I’m glad we get to relax after such a long day,” Umi added, leaning her back against a smooth rock and lowering herself deeper into the water.
She closed her eyes, allowing her body to relax as the hot water around her warmed her to her core. However, just as she was getting relaxed, her bladder sent another nagging signal, and she tensed her thighs up. She frowned in irritation. She just got in. She didn’t want to get out so soon, especially with how relaxing the water felt. She pushed her urge to the back of her mind and leaned her head back, letting out a relaxed sigh.
“The rest of this trip’s been a total mess,” Honoka admitted, “But these hot springs are really nice. I really needed this after we pushed ourselves so hard last week.”
“That was really stressful. Still, people really seemed to like how our performance turned out,” Umi agreed, “I was really worried when you kept stumbling over the lyrics I wrote, I thought maybe they were too difficult, but we got there in the end.”
“I really panicked when my sewing machine broke,” Kotori recalled, eyebrows drooping from recalling the distress, “Luckily I had saved up enough from my part-time job that I was able to get a new one pretty quickly.”
“Speaking of, how’s the maid cafe gig going?” Honoka asked.
Kotori looked down and blushed, “A-ah, it’s going really well! It’s still really embarrassing that you guys know, though…”
Kotori shifted her weight slightly and sunk deeper into the water. At first, Umi thought it was out of embarrassment, but then Kotori snaked a hand down and pressed it between her legs. It was brief, and Kotori quickly played it off as moving her hand beside her thigh, but Umi had caught it. The act reminded Umi of her own urge to pee, which came flooding back full-force. Umi was forced to squeeze her thighs together and rub them back and forth to ease the sudden wave of desperation. It passed, but Umi could no longer completely ignore her need to pee.
My bladder’s filling up fast. I’ll probably have to get out soon…
Still, now that she knew, or at least suspected, Kotori had to go as well, she had a plan. Kotori wasn’t likely to speak up on her own, but if it started looking like she was pretty desperate, Umi could chime in. Kotori would probably jump in as well, and the two could go to the toilets together.
I’ll wait until then. I won’t be putting it off that long, and the bath is still relaxing.
Now that Umi was watching Kotori, it was definitely clear that she had to go too. She was doing her best to hide her need, but Umi had known her for long enough to pick up on when she had to pee. She couldn’t sit still, shifting her weight from side to side restlessly as she rubbed her legs together under the water. She was talking about something that had happened at her job the other day, but it was clear to Umi that she was having some trouble focusing on the details.
Honoka, being Honoka, didn’t seem to pick up on Kotori’s discomfort, but Umi was really sympathizing with her. Her own bladder was making itself known. It had been filling steadily, and all the tea and water she drank during dinner was slowly trickling down into her lower abdomen. Worse still, the relaxing heat of the water against her naked body, including her crotch, was doing her no favors either. She had her thighs pressed together tightly, and was bouncing her legs up and down, sending subtle ripples through the water.
Maybe I should just go. I’ll be able to relax a lot better afterward, and Kotori looks like she has to go pretty bad over there.
Umi was about to speak up, but it was actually Honoka who stood up first, “Ah, guys, I actually really have to pee. I think I drank too much during dinner.”
“I have to go, too,” Umi nodded.
“Me too,” Kotori jumped in on the bandwagon, standing up and crossing her legs for emphasis.
“We can always come back after we’re done. Besides, it’ll give us time to cool down a little so we don’t boil.”
The three made their way back to the changing room, using their towels to dry off. Umi shuffled in place uncomfortably as she put on the robes the inn provided, but soon all three girls were headed for the door. However, once Honoka reached it, she stopped in her tracks.
“Oh no!”
“What’s wrong?” Umi asked, squeezing her thighs together as her bladder protested yet another delay.
“Ah, well,” Honoka spoke nervously, “I think they accidentally locked us in.”
“What?” Umi asked, crossing her arms. She stepped forwards and tried the door, but sure enough, it wouldn’t budge, “You’re kidding me.”
“Hey!” Honoka knocked on the door, “The door’s locked, let us out!”
Honoka stood there knocking, all the while Umi and Kotori were shuffling in place. Honoka herself had a hand jammed between her legs openly, and was bouncing around as she banged on the door to get someone’s attention.
After several minutes, Honoka’s shoulders drooped and she squirmed in place, “Guys, I think we’re really locked in.”
“Oh no,” Kotori danced in place worriedly, “What should we do?”
It was obvious from her desperate squirming that she was talking about their full bladders.
“Well, technically the hot springs are outside. We could go behind the rocks or something,” Honoka suggested, hopping from foot to foot as she continued to openly hold herself.
“Absolutely not!” Umi chastised her, “There’s no way we can do something like that! Besides, if any of it gets in the spring water, other people will have to bathe in it. That’s just rude.”
“T-then what are we going to do?” Honoka asked.
“Well, I mean, they said the female time slot only lasts 2 hours. Presumably, after that, they’ll send someone to check that no one’s left in the bath before letting the guys in,” Umi pointed out.
“But, that’s…” Kotori trailed off, uncrossing and recrossing her legs as they stood by the door.
“We’ve already been in here for a while, so it shouldn’t be that long,” Umi tried, but she knew it was of little consolation. The time slot had just switched over when they had entered, and even if Umi was generous with her estimate of how long they had spent there already, there was still over an hour left before they’d be let out.
“S-so, what should we do while we… while we wait?” Honoka switched her word-choice, likely to avoid directly referencing their collective needs.
“Well, I’m going to enjoy the hot springs, as much as possible,” Umi replied.
“You’re going to go back in the water?” Honoka asked, looking at Umi like she was crazy.
“W-well,” Umi weighed her options, shuffling in place desperately, “It’s not like it’s going to be any easier to hold it here, and it’s a bad idea for us to stand around in our bath robes. We’ll catch a cold.”
“It is a bit chilly, now that we’re not in the water,” Kotori admitted.
Honoka looked hesitant, but she nodded and they all disrobed and once again headed back out into the hot springs. Now that they all knew they had to pee, however, the atmosphere and situation was a lot different. None of them, not even Kotori, were trying to hide the fact that they were holding it openly. The three were trying to hold a conversation, but clearly it was small talk, meant as a distraction for their mutual situation.
Honoka sat forwards, kneeling with her heel clearly pressed into her crotch. She wriggled back and forth as she clearly struggled. If Umi looked closely, she could see the bulge that had formed in Honoka’s abdomen. Her bladder clearly swollen and full of all the liquid she had consumed at dinner. Kotori was now openly holding herself under the water, both hands jammed against her bare crotch as she squirmed in place. Her face was also bright red, though whether that was due to embarrassment, the struggle of holding, or the heat from the water was anyone’s guess.
Umi herself was sitting carefully with a hand between her legs, shaking her thighs as she rubbed her abdomen with her other hand. She too could feel the bulge of her bladder, sticking out like a rock-hard lump, steadily filling with more pee as all the tea made its way through her. Worse still, every time each one of them moved, it created the torturous sounds of splashing and sloshing that only heightened her need. She imagined the others were in the same boat, and noticed Kotori and Honoka wincing every time the sounds of the water got to them.
“S-so,” Honoka started, pausing either out of her struggle or otherwise trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going so they could try to get their minds off of having to pee, “W-what do you guys want to do tomorrow? I doubt we want to stay here all day until we have to catch the train back.”
“Hmm, maybe we can go sight-seeing? I doubt there’s gonna be much in the town, but we can check it out?” Kotori asked.
“I wouldn’t mind, as long as you two don’t mind the hike?” Umi replied.
“I don’t mind, as long as it gives us something to do!” Honoka smiled, pumping one fist into the air. However, she quickly pulled it back down and jammed her hands between her legs, squeezing her eyes shut at the sudden movement.
Her sudden movement sent splashes of water to Umi, and her bladder took the opportunity to remind her of how full it was getting. She pressed her hand against her crotch and leaned forwards, trying to hold back the flood that was threatening to escape. She managed to avoid leaking, but she was getting more and more worried that she wouldn’t make it until they were let out.
I have to pee so bad. I can’t believe we’re locked in here!
Honoka and Kotori were also acting more and more desperate as time moved on, squirming and shuffling in place as they fought their body’s urges. The three of them could barely sit still, and Umi knew with all the tea they drank, it would only get worse as time moved on. Eventually, the conversation died. The three had nothing to talk about, and Umi was struggling on focusing on anything but her need to pee. She assumed the other two were in a similar state.
Suddenly, Honoka let out a squeak, and she tensed up her whole body. She was shaking in place, scissoring her legs back and forth frantically, with no concern to the waves and splashes she was making. After a few moments of struggling, she bolted upright.
“Oh my god, I can’t hold it! I’m going to have to go here!”
“Honoka, you can’t!” Umi chided, fighting back her own flood, “If it gets in the hot spring…”
“I seriously can’t hold it! I’m gonna leak if I keep trying! It’ll get in the hot springs anyway!” Honoka replied, “If I go behind those rocks, it shouldn’t make it into the water!”
“Honoka-”
“Umi, I, ah!” Honoka doubled over, squeezing herself even tighter, “It’s gonna come out! I gotta go now!”
Umi watched Honoka heading for the rocks. She tried to make it back behind them and out of sight, but before she could flank around the rock, she let out another shocked gasp and squatted to the side in full view of the other girls.
Pee exploded out of her in a powerful gush that splattered against the rocks, causing Umi’s body to tense up just from the sight and sound. Honoka let out a relieved gasp as she continued to pee, full-force, onto the ground below. Since she was naked, there was nothing holding back her stream as it flowed freely out of her.
Kotori and Umi watched in envy as Honoka continued peeing, throwing her head back and bracing herself against the rock as her legs buckled. Umi’s bladder screamed at her to do the same, to rush over there, spread her legs, and pee unabashedly onto the ground beside her friend. Umi pushed back those thoughts and clamped down on her crotch, squeezing her thighs together and closing her eyes so she could no longer see Honoka peeing. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the sound, and the combination of the powerful splashing and Honoka’s relieved moans were doing a number on her resolve.
Finally, the sounds of Honoka’s stream trailed off, and Umi opened her eyes to see Honoka stand up and return to them, placing a hand over her once-bulging bladder with content.
“Sorry, you two, I tried to make it behind the rock, but, well…” Honoka blushed, “Anyway, I feel much better. You two should go too.”
“O-oh no, there’s no way I could go out here so openly,” Kotori insisted, holding her hands up.
“Y-yeah, that’s way too embarrassing, not to mention totally inappropriate,” Umi replied, “I’ll hold it.”
Umi said that, but she wasn’t exactly confident in her ability to make it that long. She didn’t have a phone to check the time, but they still likely had 30-40 minutes to wait before anyone would check up on them. Her need to pee was getting quite bad, and she could feel her swollen bladder bulging out, filled with so much pressure she wanted nothing more than to let it out.
Kotori didn’t look to be in much better shape. She was shaking her legs back and forth, with both hands openly jammed against her crotch. Beads of sweat rolled down her foreheads as she bit her lip, and something told Umi they weren’t from just the heat and steam of the hot spring.
Honoka, now that she had relieved herself, leaned back and relaxed fully. She closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the water, taking care not to make too many sploshing noises to avoid worsening her two friend’s predicament. The three fell into silence again as Umi and Kotori continued to squirm and struggle against their full bladders.
It couldn’t have been another 5 minutes before Kotori stood up carefully, causing water to splash off her body and making Umi wince as her bladder spasmed.
“I’m gonna go try the door again, maybe the attendant outside went to do something and came back.”
She was dancing in place desperately, and Umi could tell she was desperately hoping they’d be let out. It didn’t look like she could hold it much longer, and she must be trying a last resort to make it to the bathroom. She headed off, wrapping herself up in her bath towel, and hobbled out of sight. Umi waited with baited breath as she could hear Kotori’s distant knocking. Umi herself was reaching the height of her desperation, and she was losing confidence that she’d be able to hold out until the time slots switched over.
Unfortunately for the both of them, Kotori returned, still hobbling desperately, with a worried expression on her face.
“No luck, still no answer,” Kotori frowned. She hobbled back to where the girls were sitting, but she neglected to remove her towel or get back in the hot springs. Instead, she sat herself down on a rock with her feet resting in the water, shaking her legs back and forth as she rubbed her thighs with her hands.
Umi watched her squirm there, which only heightened her own desperation further. She was forced to draw her legs up and lean back, trying to take pressure off her bladder. She shuffled from side to side in the water, rubbing her aching bladder with one hand as the other clamped down over her pee-hole. She was so desperate it was getting hard to focus on anything, and the feeling of the warm water against her crotch tingled and enticed her muscles to relax, a reflex she had to fight off by squeezing her thighs together.
“A-ah,” Kotori gasped, shuffling her legs back and forth. She clamped down on her crotch and closed her eyes, leaning forwards and biting her lower lip.
She then began scissoring her legs back and forth, and from Umi’s position, she could see up Kotori’s towel. Her fingers were pressed up against her bare crotch, but there were a few telltale drips leaking out between them.
Kotori then shot up, blushing bright red, “I really can’t hold it anymore, I’m going to try the door again!”
Kotori rushed off, jamming both hands between her legs as she hobbled off quickly. The two watched her disappear again, but instead of hearing the sounds of her knocking on the door, Umi could hear the faint sound of hissing. The bathing area was back that way, with drains in the floor for the water. She couldn’t be sure, but she imagined Kotori was squatted over one, peeing into it full-force.
Part of Umi didn’t blame her, but another part was disappointed. She expected something like that from Honoka, but she always figured Kotori would be more likely to hold out until the end. It also seemed like something she’d be far too embarrassed to do. However, considering she was leaking already, she might not have had much of a choice.
A few moments later, and Kotori returned, her face bright red. She refused to meet Umi’s eyes, partly out of embarrassment and if Umi were to guess, partly out of guilt, now that Umi was the only one left holding it. She said nothing about peeing, but she was carrying herself much more calmly, and the bulge of her bladder was gone, so it was pretty obvious that she had in fact relieved herself.
She once again sat down on the rock, out of the hotspring. Her skin was pretty red, so she might have been feeling pretty overheated. Umi herself was feeling pretty hot too, but she knew her body would get chilly if she left the hot spring, and the cold would do no favors for her bladder.
Speaking of her bladder, Umi was seriously reaching her limits. As stubborn as she was being about peeing out in the open, her bladder was sending wave after wave of desperation, wracking her body and keeping her from sitting still at all. It was clear to herself and both of her friends that she was going to pee sooner rather than later, whether she wanted to or not.
“Hey, Umi,” Honoka frowned, “Maybe you should just go, you look in really bad shape, and both of us already went.”
Kotori blushed, but also nodded, “Yeah, you look like you really have to go.”
“I’m f-fine,” Umi denied, “I can hold it!”
She said that more to convince herself than the others, but with her bladder still filling despite how full it already was, Umi was fighting against the clock. She could hardly sit still in the water, and every desperate shake, every time she pressed her thighs together, and every squeeze she gave herself made sloshing noises that only made her bladder scream back harder in protest. Even if she had been wearing clothes, it’d be hard to miss the significant bulge of her bladder. All of the tea and water she had drank at dinner was sitting at the base of her abdomen, trying to force its way out.
Umi’s body was practically shaking as she struggled to hold on. She had her eyes squeezed shut as tears of the strain stung at the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t focus on anything other than how full her bladder was and how badly she needed to go.
Somehow, she managed to hold out for 10 more minutes, but Umi was now practically shaking in spot in the effort of holding back the flood. Her whole body was telling her to let go, something she could no longer stubbornly put off. She didn’t want to pee out here, or even do what Kotori did and use one of the drains, but she wasn’t going to make it.
“I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore!” Umi blurted out as she shot up. Her bladder screamed at the sudden movement and she doubled over, rubbing her swollen abdomen and squeezing her legs together in an attempt to hold it all back. She felt a short spurt escape her, and she hurried out of the water to ensure it didn’t drip into the hot springs.
She bolted to the rock Honoka had used, ignoring the spasms from her overfilled bladder every time she took a step. She was leaking more, but right now all she cared about was getting out of sight of her friends. She turned around to look back at her friends, but Honoka and Kotori had started up a conversation among themselves, with Kotori sitting on the rock, wrapped in her towel, and Honoka sitting in the water. They were purposely not staring to give Umi privacy, something she greatly appreciated.
She tucked behind the rock and squatted, spreading her legs as she braced herself with one hand. Not a moment after she lowered herself behind the rock, a strong stream burst out of her, spraying a good distance and splashing against the floor. She looked down at her own stream in embarrassment, but she couldn’t help let out a relieved sigh as she finally tasted the relief she had been denying herself. She felt the pressure in her bladder ease up as she peed full force, creating quite a puddle that spread across the tiled floor surrounding the natural rocks of the hot springs.
Ordinarily, just the act of doing this would have been mortifying, but because Umi had been holding it for so long, and because she had been so desperate, she was overtaken with the blissful feeling of relief. She threw her head back and bit her lip to stifle a moan. Waves of pleasurable relief washed over her, and she almost felt aroused as she let all the pent up urine she’d been holding back drain out of her.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been peeing, but finally her flow started to weaken, no longer spraying out at a distance, but gradually coming closer until it was splashing at the ground between her spread legs. Her blissful relief began to fade, replaced with the embarrassment of having to pee in such an inappropriate area, as well as the dull ache of a bladder that had once been filled to bursting.
Finally, her flow tapered off, and she looked down at the substantial puddle of urine she had created. Assuming part of the job of the staff was to clean up the bathing area before letting the men in, there was no way they wouldn’t notice this. Honoka’s puddle had already soaked up and could barely be seen, and Kotori had peed into a drain, but Umi’s would certainly linger until it was cleaned up.
Still, there would be no way of them knowing who had peed behind the rock, and it was their fault in the first place for locking them all in here. Still, Umi felt bad, and even as she stood up, stepping around her puddle carefully so she could return to the others, she would be grateful if she never had to come back to these particular hot springs ever again.
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Day 12: Trapped and desperate Stephanie Brown (Batgirl)
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Perched atop one of Gotham City’s numerous gargoyles, Stephanie Brown, aka Batgirl, went over her gear one more time.
Grappling hook: check. Night-vision goggles: check. Batarangs: check. Smoke bombs-
“Heads up, Batgirl,” came the voice in her ear. “Looks like your target’s on the move.”
“Thanks, Oracle,” said Stephanie. Barbara Gordon, the original Batgirl, had been in a wheelchair for years. She now worked as Oracle, providing intel and support with her vast array of computer systems. Confident that the tech wiz had her back, Stephanie dove into action.
Her target was an armored truck being driven by Black Mask’s thugs. According to the henchman she had questioned earlier, they were delivering a safe filled with top-secret stolen cargo. Even he didn’t know what it was. Steph had thanked him for his help by tying him up instead of knocking him out. It was the little things that made the difference.
Stephanie grappled her way across the rooftops in pursuit of the truck, waiting for her chance to strike. Her opportunity appeared when the truck slowed down on a sharp turn. She dove towards her target, her cape slowing her descent, and tossed a smoke grenade into the truck’s cabin. It swerved and hit the nearby guardrail, grinding to a halt. Stephanie hit the ground and opened the back of the truck. A large safe was inside, about three feet on each side. To Steph’s surprise, it was unlocked. She was even more shocked when she found it was empty.
“O, are you seeing this?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Barbara, “but I don’t understand it.”
“Me neither,” Stephanie admitted. “What’s the top-secret cargo?”
“You,” came a deep voice from the cabin. Steph felt something pierce the arm of her suit, then everything went dark.
“Batgirl! Wake up!”
Groaning at the voice in her ear, Stephanie groggily opened her eyes and still only saw black.
“Urgh, what happened?” she moaned, her head still fuzzy. There was a pregnant pause.
“The goons hit you with a tranquilizer and shoved you in the safe,” Barbara explained.
“At least they kept my mask on,” said Steph, feeling it covering her.
“Probably because Black Mask wants to unmask you himself,” Barbara reasoned. “And they took your utility belt; they’re not stupid.”
“Are they ever?” groaned Stephanie. She tried to move, but there was no spare room inside the safe.
No way to get myself out, she thought.
“Anyway,” Barbara continued, “the bad news is that nobody can come to get you. I called Bruce, Tim, Dick, and even Damian; they’re all occupied. You’ll be on your own for this one.”
“So what’s the good news?” Steph asked.
“Ever the optimist, aren’t you? The good news is that the safe has enough oxygen to last until you reach Black Mask’s hideout, which is approximately three hours away. Just stay awake until then, then jump them when they open the safe.” Stephanie groaned at that. She was finding she was barely able to keep her eyes open.
“That’s a tall order,” she mumbled. “Babs?”
“Yes?”
“Will you talk to me until then? To help me stay awake?”
“Okay,” said Barbara. “About what?”
“Anything.”
“... so that was my first kiss. Needless to say, it was all downhill from there,” Barbara finished.
“You’re telling me,” Stephanie said with a chuckle. “Dating a Robin is never easy.” Both girls laughed at that, but Steph stopped when she realized she had a problem.
“Babs?” she asked hesitantly.
“What is it?” Barbara asked. Stephanie felt her face grow hot when she answered.
“I… have to pee.” There was an awkward silence. Steph wasn’t lying; nearly two hours had passed and her bladder was pressing uncomfortably against her suit.
“Well,” Barbara said hesitantly, “do you think you can hold it for another… seventy miles?”
Stephanie thought about it. She could feel all the urine sloshing inside her, begging to be released. Her heart sank.
“I don’t think so,” she whispered.
“Well then,” said Barbara, “the way I see it, you have two options.”
“Those options being?” asked Stephanie, not liking where this was going.
“Option one: die of urea poisoning. Option two: wet yourself.”
There was more silence. Then Stephanie spoke up.
“What?” she cried. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that!”
“Well, what else can you do?” asked Barbara. “That safe doesn’t have enough room for you to remove your suit ; better to just do it now and get it over with. For what it’s worth, your costume is pretty water-resistant.”
“No way!” Steph protested. Aside from being disgusting, a superhero wetting herself, intentionally or not, would be completely humiliating. “I changed my mind; I can hold it!”
Barbara sighed. “Fine. Go ahead and try.”
It was agony for Stephanie as the minutes ticked by. The size of the safe forced her into a crouched position that put a lot of pressure on her bladder, and she couldn’t move her hands to hold herself. She could only grit her teeth, clench her muscles, and try her hardest not to think about how badly she had to go. The last part was proving difficult.
I gotta pee so bad! Steph moaned internally. No! Don’t think like that! You are strong, you can do this! Beads of sweat ran down her forehead in concentration. Can’t give in! Have to - eep!
To her horror, Stephanie felt a spurt of pee leak out of her. It was then that she realized she was fighting a losing battle.
“Barbara,” she asked, “how long has it been?”
“Ten minutes,” came the unimpressed reply.
“Babs?”
“Yes, Stephanie?” said Barbara in a tone that said she knew what was coming. Steph’s face burned and she felt a tear in her eye.
“Don’t listen,” she begged.
Stephanie heard a static crackle as Barbara disconnected.
“Thank you,” she whispered, even though she knew her partner couldn’t hear her. Steph took a deep breath and allowed herself to let go. She felt a warm wetness down below, starting at her crotch before seeping its way down beneath her buttocks. As pee kept flowing out of her with a soft hiss, Stephanie’s tight suit meant that she felt every drop against her skin. She groaned, both from the unpleasant sensation and from the shame.
I can’t believe this, she thought. I feel like such a baby. Some superhero…
After a few minutes, Stephanie’s bladder was finally empty. She sat there silently in her soaked suit, feeling sorry for herself. Then her earpiece buzzed.
“What is it?” she asked glumly, her usually unflappable demeanor gone.
“Are you, um, finished?” Barbara asked.
“Yes,” Steph admitted. “This is the worst…”
“Hey, look on the bright side,” said Barbara. “At least you don’t have to go any longer.”
“I guess,” Steph admitted. “But it’s still so embarrassing!”
“Cheer up,” said Barbara. “Plenty of embarrassing stuff happened to me while I was Batgirl, you know. It happens to everyone; it doesn’t make you any less of a hero.”
Stephanie chuckled. “You telling me to cheer up? That’s a new one.”
“First time for everything,” said Barbara. “Feeling better?”
“I am. You just have to promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Promise you’ll tell me some of your embarrassing stories.”
“Very well,” said Barbara. “I guess it’s the least I can do…”
For the rest of Steph’s trip in the safe, she and Barbara swapped their most mortifying tales of humiliation. They laughed at each other’s misfortune, and Stephanie felt a little better about wetting herself.
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Another commissioned story! I actually finished this one a bit ago, and I could've sworn I posted it already. Like, I remember writing up the post and everything. But I don't see it and it's not in my activity, so I guess my dumb brain either imagined I wrote up the post, or I actually wrote up the post but forgot to actually submit it and then closed out the tab. Either way, I'm posting this one a bit late, so sorry~
This story's not my typical shtick, and there is male desperation in it, but that's not the focus of the story and I don't go into too much detail because that's not really my thing. The female desperation is definitely the main focus!
“Shit, Niel, wake up, we’re gonna be late.”
A man with messy hair and a lanky frame groaned as he rolled over. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced over at the source of the voice and the gentle prodding that had woken him from his slumber.
“Hey Ems,” he smiled groggily before her words sunk in, “Wait, what time is it?”
“7:40. The alarm didn’t go off. We gotta get going now or we’ll be late for our flight.”
“Shit,” Niel cursed, bolting out of bed. Faster than any cup of coffee or can of energy drink, hearing they were that late brought him to full alertness. He joined his girlfriend, Emma, in the mad rush to get ready. A quick shower they didn’t dare share for fear of getting distracted with other things, hastily throwing on clothes, and brushing their teeth and making sure their bags were packed.
“I think that’s everything, we can get breakfast on the way there,” Emma replied.
“What about the bathroom, did you go yet?” Niel asked.
“No. I don’t need to, and there’s no time anyway,” Emma replied bluntly.
If Niel hadn’t already known Emma’s odd behavior regarding bathrooms, he might have been inclined to argue or press the issue. After all, anyone foregoing their morning pee would likely come back to bite them. However Niel had, through observation, realized two very interesting things about Emma. The first was that she had an incredibly large bladder. She could hold it for hours on end, to the point where he could see the bulge in her abdomen, and she’d still say she was fine. The second was that, for some reason or another, Emma seemed to put off going to the bathroom for as long as possible.
He noticed it first when they were on their fourth date. It was the first time they were spending more than a few hours together, and as such the first time Niel would reasonably have been able to pick up on Emma’s bathroom habits. They went to an aquarium, Emma’s pick, with plans to spend the whole day there before hopping off to a nice restaurant after. Emma was seldom someone who got excited about things, especially not openly, but there was a noticeable sparkle in her eyes as she read facts off the many plaques and info plates set up for the visitors.
“Sharks and other cartilaginous fish possess special sensory organs, called the ampullae of Lorenzini, which allow them to sense electromagnetic fields. Sharks are highly sensitive to these electromagnetic fields, and it’s been proposed by scientists that they sense the electromagnetic signals created by muscle contractions of their prey to aid in hunting.”
To anyone else, it probably would’ve seemed like Emma had been forced to read that from a textbook, but Niel had picked up on her underlying enthusiasm. He had also picked up on something else. A slight squirm here, a shuffle there. It had been hours since she had first picked him up that morning, so it must’ve been quite some time since she visited a bathroom. He himself also was starting to need to go, especially surrounded by all this water.
“Hey, I need to go to the bathroom real quick,” Niel had stated, expecting her to jump on the opportunity to go herself.
“Sure thing. I’ll wait.”
And wait she did. Even though she showed subtle signs of needing to pee, and Niel picked up on her discomfort, she didn’t voice her desire to go. Niel had gone to the bathroom and filled up again in the time it took her to finally join him on his second trip. It had been right as they were leaving the aquarium. They were passing right by the bathrooms, and Niel stopped.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick before we head out, if that’s alright.”
Emma nodded, “Same here, gotta piss pretty bad.”
She said it matter-of-factly, like she hadn’t just spent the last few hours putting off trip to the bathroom. It was the first time he noticed Emma’s weird habits, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last. A few dates later, it would come up again. Niel had picked Emma up from her job, and immediately noticed the bulge pressing against the waist of her jeans. He didn’t say anything, figuring she would go once they got to the theater for their movie date, but instead she bought herself a large drink and some popcorn and beelined it for their theater. Throughout the movie it was obvious she was struggling. Her thighs were pressed together, her breathing was strained at times, and she would occasionally nurse her bulging bladder with her hand.
By the time the movie was over, Niel was positive she’d rush to the bathroom in a desperate dash, but instead she stood up calmly and threw out her finished drink and empty popcorn container before following him out of the theater. She was clearly getting unsteady on her feet, likely from the effort of walking and holding it at the same time, but she did nothing to voice her need.
She managed to hold it all the way home, and even after Niel dropped her off, she didn’t once complain about her obvious need. They had a nice, long makeout session on her doorstep before she stepped inside, leaving him both aroused and puzzled.
At first Niel thought it was a fetish. In fact, he was excited at the prospect, since he himself had a secret fascination with women holding it, and he himself participated in holding from time to time as well. However, through delicate prying as to not give away his true hopes or intentions, he discovered it was nothing of the sort. She just saw using the bathroom as a huge inconvenience and put it off for as long as her body would allow, even though he figured her full bladder would be more of an inconvenience. If there was some sort of deeper explanation behind it, linking back to her childhood or upbringing, she hadn’t mentioned it, and it really just seemed to be an odd quirk of her as a person.
Even Emma mentioning that they were in a rush as for why she’d put off going was a flimsy excuse, since Niel himself had been planning on going, and they did have two bathrooms in their apartment. It wasn’t like she was going to struggle with her outfit either. Her fashion sense was function over form. She preferred t-shirts, pants, and hoodies over elaborate outfits at the forefront of fashion.
Niel figured if he took the time to go, she would as well, but they were running late and he was somewhat excited. This trip would be the first time the two would be alone together for an extended period of time. Even after their relationship had developed to the point where they had moved in together, work and college and other obligations seldom gave them a day together, let alone a whole week. Niel had resolved that, at some point during this trip, he would witness the limits of Emma’s holding ability. Ema wouldn’t simply accompany him to the bathroom out of convenience, he would get her to the point where she would actively seek one of her own volition. He would find out how long it would take for her to stop putting it off and seriously search for a bathroom.
He had planned until they were situated in their hotel room to begin thinking about that, but the situation had changed, and the opportunity had presented itself.
“You’re right, we don’t have time, let’s go.”
The two loaded up their bags in Emma’s car and piled in. Both of them enjoyed driving, but Emma’s car was far more roomy and utilitarian compared to Niel’s sports car. Much easier to stuff a couple of suitcases and carry-ons into the back of. It was also far more fuel-efficient, something that would help with their hour-long drive to the airport.
The drive went by without much incident, not that Niel was honestly expecting anything to happen. He really wasn’t the kind of person who needed to pee right after waking up, and apparently neither was Emma. She had shown no indications of needing to go at all. Outside of that, they had made some small-talk, but Emma really wasn’t the kind of person who tried to carry on an empty conversation, and Niel had learned to appreciate the comfortable silences between them.
Once they were at the airport, they quickly found the long-term parking and paid their fare before filing into the airport proper. Airports were always a chaotic mess to Niel, who rarely got the opportunity to fly, but Emma seemed to navigate it as naturally as she breathed. Niel followed her instructions to the letter, letting her take the lead and guide them through the bag check-in, getting them through the TSA lines, and guiding them to the correct gate. They managed to get there with some time to spare, and sat down to wait for their plane.
Niel checked over Emma again, trying to gauge her need. He imagined she still wasn’t feeling much of anything, and her composure and posture seemed completely calm and collected.
“The weather seems like it’s going to be pretty bad once we get there,” Emma stated, not looking up from her phone, “But tomorrow it should be clear. We should go to the beach then.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Niel nodded, smiling at his girlfriend. Emma really did love the beach and sealife, and they didn’t live near the beach normally, so even though she didn’t sound all that excited, Niel knew better, “If tonight’s gonna be rainy, then we should stop by that restaurant I heard about. A nice meal indoors, and then we can head back to the hotel room and relax.”
“Yes,” Emma agreed.
It wasn’t long before they were boarding their flight. They went with economy class to save money, and neither Niel nor Emma seemed all that bothered about the idea of spending hours cramped in a tight space. Emma had packed a book with her and Niel opted to listen to some music, popping his earbuds in and pulling up a long playlist he had prepared specifically for the flight.
It wasn’t until they were up in the air and had been flying for a while that Niel felt the first telltale signs of his bladder. It wasn’t urgent, it wasn’t even really a nag, but if he was feeling something, then perhaps Emma was as well. He glanced over, trying to gauge her level of comfort, but she seemed entirely engrossed in her book. She didn’t even notice him watching her.
He glanced back out the window, watching the clouds go by as he felt the quiet hum of the plane through the seat. He was quite tired, and he had never been much of a morning person in the first place. He rested his head against the back of his seat and closed his eyes, drifting off.
“Hey, wake up, we’re here.”
For the second time that day, Niel found himself being gently prodded awake by his girlfriend. Emma observed him to make sure he was up before standing up and stretching. Niel did the same thing, only to stop suddenly when he felt his bladder nag him. It wasn’t bad, but he was definitely feeling the effects of skipping the trip to the bathroom that morning.
He glanced over at Emma, seeing if she would show any outward signs that she was in the same boat, but she merely calmly stretched, reaching up to grab their luggage from the overhead and handing Niel his bag before they began disembarking. Leaving the airport was much easier than navigating it, and after a short mishap where they accidentally grabbed someone else’s luggage-- In Niel’s defense, it looked exactly like his, they were out into the city proper.
The bustling activity around them was a far cry from the quaint suburbia where they lived. Niel’s eyes sparkled as he looked around, trying to spot familiar buildings or recognizable landmarks, but as it turned out, that was a lot harder to do when you were surrounded by the highways and tall buildings of the airport.
The two hailed a taxi, something Niel always wanted to do, and asked to be taken to their hotel. Emma had to correct him on the address, rolling her eyes at his childish enthusiasm at taking a taxi, but soon the two were on their way.
It was at this point that Emma first showed any outward signs of needing to pee. It was short, something Niel doubted he would’ve picked up on if he hadn’t been paying attention to her at the time. She pressed her thighs together longer than normal and shook her leg slightly before relaxing.
By the time they got to the hotel and settled down, Niel definitely had to go pee. He wouldn’t go as far as saying he was desperate or anything. He did have quite the bladder capacity, but it was definitely a noticeable need. Emma, on the other hand, wasn’t giving any indication of being uncomfortable. Instead, she seemed to be scrolling through her phone again.
“So, aside from the restaurant, did you want to do anything, or did you just want to relax here?” Emma asked.
“No, we can do something,” Niel answered, “But I guess it’s going to be raining, so just walking around might not be the best idea.”
“There’s a pretty popular candy factory near here, they make saltwater taffy and give tours where you can see them make it,” Emma pointed out, “Thought it looked interesting.”
“Well, if you want to go, then we can,” Niel nodded.
Emma nodded once and the two stood up, heading to leave. Emma seemed to pause, though, pressing her legs together again and shuffling them slightly. Clearly she was feeling full, but she didn’t so much as glance at the bathrooms before they headed off.
A hop, skip, and a taxi ride later, and the two were at the factory, joining a long line of people waiting for the tours, apparently it was a popular tourist attraction.
The wait in line wasn’t too bad, but Niel couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to heighten Emma’s need. She was more restless than normal, shuffling her legs a bit more than usual, pressing her thighs together more. All subtle things, and Niel would’ve missed them if he had been distracted, but he knew Emma enough to know that she was filling up. He was too, but it wasn’t too bad and he wasn’t about to give her the opportunity to accompany him.
The tour itself was rather lackluster. A bored-sounding tour guide took them through each room, practically reading straight off the info cards laid out for the guests. It was the standard stuff. The founder of the company built it from the ground up based off of his grandfather’s taffy recipe and turned it into the household name it was today. They talked about the difficulty of preserving the quality and texture of the taffy through transport, and the various technological advancements that made it possible.
Niel kept glancing over at Emma to gauge either her reaction or her need to pee, but neither were obvious. If she was disappointed or satisfied with the tour, it didn’t show on her face, and despite her earlier struggle with the line, she seemed to have regained her composure, and was now easily masking what little desperation she might have been feeling.
The best part of the tour came at the end. The free samples they handed out to their patrons. They also got to look around the giftshop afterwards, where they bought more of the taffy and drinks to help wash it down.
By the time the tour was out, it was raining pretty hard. Niel was feeling the effects of both the sound of the rain, as well as the large drink in his hands, and he was positive Emma must’ve been in a similar boat. Still, she carried herself with the same calm poise that she normally had, and the two quickly called a taxi and set a course for the restaurant Niel had heard about.
“Ah, Mista’s? Yeah, great place. Great food. Ah, but it’s pretty crowded around this time of night, hope you don’t mind a wait.”
The cab driver had been correct. By the time they got to the restaurant, the tables were packed and there were a few parties in front of them. Neither Niel nor Emma seemed to mind, however. Emma merely sat down at the waiting area, crossing her legs as she did so. Niel did so as well, shuffling his legs and trying to get comfortable with his filling bladder.
“You okay?” Emma asked, looking over at him, “You haven’t gone to the bathroom all day.”
“I’m fine,” Niel reassured her, “Besides, you haven’t either. Don’t you have to go?”
Niel figured he’d address it outright, now that the conversation had turned that way.
“A little, but I’m fine, I can wait,” Emma replied, “You know me.”
“Yeah,” Niel nodded, still a little surprised at her blazen disregard for her own body’s needs. Sure, he was doing the same thing, but he was doing so as a reaction to Emma’s own attitude towards relieving herself. She was doing it purposefully, and for seemingly no reason.
He thought to press the issue further, but before he could, their names were called and they were ushered back to a table. It was near the back of the restaurant, close to the bathrooms, and Niel wondered if Emma would give in and go simply due to their proximity.
Instead, however, once they ordered their drinks and the waiter gave them time to look over the menu, Emma simply straightened herself and spared the toilets a passing glance before studying the menu, showing no signs of getting up.
“What sounds good to you?” Niel asked, “I’m thinking the smoked salmon burger with the Calabrian chile sauce.”
“I’ll probably get the pasta alla gricia with the caprese salad,” Emma answered.
The two placed their orders and as they waited, Niel noticed Emma’s inherent restlessness. It was clear that, in spite of how casually she had dismissed needing to go earlier, that she was getting quite uncomfortable. She wasn’t squirming in desperation, but her movements were stiff, and she seemed to adjust her position every few minutes to try to find some semblance of comfort. Niel cursed the fact that they were sitting across from each other at the table. He wanted to see if her bladder was noticeable yet.
Their meals came and as they sipped their drinks and ate their food, Niel and Emma began chatting about their plans for the week. Beach tomorrow, probably some aimless sightseeing the next day, then while looking around they could pinpoint and plan specific things the next few days. After that, they were headed back home.
“It’s nice to get away from work,” Emma replied suddenly before taking another bite of her pasta.
“I thought you liked your new job?” Niel asked, “You really like the aquarium, so I figured you had a lot of fun there.”
“I do, but, you know,” Emma replied, “People are dumb sometimes. Plus some things can be a pain.”
Niel didn’t think Emma was going to elaborate on either of those, so instead he nodded, “Yeah, I can see that. I guess it’s nice to get away from classes too, right?”
Emma nodded in agreement, “Too much math.”
Niel smiled. He didn’t hate math nearly as much as Emma did, but he wasn’t about to argue with that sentiment.
The two continued eating, and soon they had finished their respective meals. Once again, Niel turned his attention to Emma, and her subtle desperation. She had one hand reaching down under the table, and Niel seriously wondered if she was holding herself discreetly or rubbing her full bladder with it. He wouldn’t get to see, though. Once they paid, they stood up and Emma’s discomfort seemingly vanished as she stood up and stretched.
“Let’s go back to the hotel room,” she stated, and Niel couldn’t agree more.
A short taxi ride back, spent with Niel fruitlessly trying to spot a hint of Emma’s growing desperation, and the two were heading up to their hotel room. Niel was a bit disappointed, figuring the second they were back there’d be no reason for either of them not to go, and that that was the last he’d see of Emma’s full bladder. However, as they were walking down the hall, Emma stopped abruptly. She drew in a sharp breath, and clamped her thighs together.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Emma nodded, closing her eyes for a second longer before relaxing and returning to her normal stride. She had clearly been overcome with a sharp wave of desperation, but instead of admitting it and making a mad dash down the hall back to their hotel room, she merely walked the rest of the way.
Niel unlocked the hotel room door and expected Emma to beeline to the bathroom, but instead she plopped herself down onto the couch and patted the spot next to her.
“Come on, I’m pretty tired, we should relax a bit.”
While Niel was never opposed to the idea of cuddling with his girlfriend, the fact that she was still willing to hold on, despite there being a very accessible and very open bathroom right behind the couch she was sitting on baffled him, especially given her desperate outburst earlier. Niel himself was feeling uncomfortably full, and there was no way she wasn’t equally as desperate.
Still, Niel wasn’t about to encourage her to use the bathroom, especially since his goal was to see just how long she could hold out. It had been at least 12 hours since this morning, and she hadn’t even gone then, so there was no telling how long they had been holding it.
Niel sat down and tried to find a position where his full bladder wouldn’t bother him too much, and the two cuddled up next to each other. Niel could feel Emma squirm and wriggle underneath him, all her subtle movements amplified through their touch. He could hear her breathing slightly heavier than normal, and he could feel her shifting around. He could also clearly see her swollen bladder, bulging out against her waistband, undoubtedly making her very uncomfortable. Yet despite that, she didn’t show any desire to get up and use the bathroom, even though there was one right behind her.
The contact and very idea that his girlfriend was so desperate to pee turned Niel on, and either through his own touch or her own inherent arousal, the two began making out. Both of them made careful movements, each nursing their own full bladders, as they locked lips and ran their hands down each other’s bodies. They had some fun exploring, but stopped before starting anything serious. Niel himself wasn’t about to do anything with his bladder as full as it was, and Emma seemed comfortable stopping where they did. It was uncharacteristic of her to not go in for the kill, so to speak, so clearly she must’ve been feeling the effects of her bladder as well.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” she stated, and Niel nodded. A whole day with her not peeing. That was good enough for him. Although she didn’t state her intentions of going, there was no way Emma wouldn’t pee before getting into the shower. Just the idea of having to take a shower with his full bladder made Niel shudder in desperation.
Yet as Emma emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel, the bulge of her full bladder was still clearly visible, and Niel hadn’t heard the toilet flush either. The thought excited Niel so much that, now that it was his turn to use the shower, he managed to take care of business without peeing himself, and emerged from the bathroom still full, but refreshed.
“I’m tired, come to bed with me,” Emma asked, and Niel agreed. The two crawled into bed in their current state of undress, and cuddled up next to each other. As Niel shifted around uncomfortably due to his full bladder, he wondered if he’d be able to slip off in the middle of the night to pee without Emma joining him. But something made him dislike that idea. Part of him wanted to see if he could hold out as long as her, and another part of him felt that this was some sort of unspoken battle of honor, and that resorting to such a dirty tactic would be unbecoming of him. He highly doubted Emma was actually holding it because he was, but he still resolved not to go before she did.
Speaking of Emma and her own full bladder, she was very clearly desperate, especially now that she was laying down. Niel could feel and hear the shuffle of the sheets as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and her breathing was strained as she struggled to hold it in. Niel wondered if she’d be able to get to sleep at all, or if, now that she was in bed and her need to pee was ever-present, if she’d finally give in and go. Still, after a few moments, her motions settled down, and were replaced with a light snoring.
Niel himself found sleep coming easier despite his full bladder, perhaps the day had worn him out, but as his eyelids grew heavy, he focused on the sleeping form of his girlfriend next to him and drifted off to sleep as well.
“Hey, wake up.”
Niel’s eyes shot open and the first thing he noticed was how badly he needed to pee. The next thing he noticed was that Emma was sitting on the bed next to him, squirming and shuffling her legs back and forth desperately.
“Hey Ems,” he smiled, “What time is it?”
“10:30,” she answered, “Figured I’d let you sleep in today. I know you hate mornings.”
Niel got up and winced as his bladder yelled in protest. He was definitely bursting. Yet, at the same time, so was Emma, who could barely sit still. There was no reason for her not to have gone to the bathroom by now, other than her strange desire to hold off for seemingly as long as possible.
“The hotel has breakfast in the lobby until 11. We should head down there before it’s too late.”
Niel nodded and the two got dressed. Niel had some difficulties with his pants, but Emma was clearly struggling with hers, taking in a sharp breath and wincing as she fastened the button of her jeans right over her bladder bulge. As they made their way down to the breakfast hall, she more shuffled than walked as she kept her thighs pressed together, and Niel was sure she was going to give in any minute now and head to the restroom in the hotel lobby.
Instead, she managed to grab her food without garnering much suspicion and sat down, crossing her legs tightly as they prepared to eat. Niel himself was dying to pee by this point, but once again as a matter of pride, he resolved to hold on until Emma gave in.
“So, I checked the weather again this morning,” Emma smiled, “It’s still clear, so we can still head to the beach. I’ve already packed out swimsuits in this bag. There should be a changing room there.”
Niel nodded, though between his own bladder and the knowledge that Emma had to be bursting by now, he could barely focus on their plans for the day. He winced as he finished off his orange juice, and was amazed when Emma grabbed her own glass, chugging hers without a hint of discomfort.
Without stopping to use the bathroom first, the two left the hotel and piled into another taxi. Emma had regained a semblance of composure, but Niel was seriously doubting whether they’d make it through the drive to the beach dry. Emma definitely seemed worse for wear. Her breathing was ragged, she had a hand jammed between her legs, and her thighs were pressed together around it Niel swore she was cutting off the circulation to her fingers. He wasn’t in much better shape, but through careful control of his breathing and shifting to find the right position, he managed to mitigate his desperation.
Finally, the two half-hobbled, half-stood as they piled out of the taxi, and Niel was instantly hit with the sound of the crashing waves. Emma seemed to notice this too, and practically doubled over as she squeezed her eyes shut. She finally righted herself and drew in the smell of the sea.
“The changing booth is over there, let’s go.”
Going from relatively tight jeans to the looser waistband of his swim trunks was a blessing to Niel, and he was sure Emma was feeling similar relief. She emerged from the woman’s side shortly after, wearing the most girly outfit Niel had ever seen her in. It was a pink bikini with a frilled skirt around the bottom, and a modest but still revealing top. Her exposed belly did nothing to hide her bulging bladder, and she seemed restless as she headed over to him.
“I’m gonna take a piss before we go swimming, my bladder’s about to explode here,” she stated, motioning to her swollen abdomen.
“Sounds good, I gotta go do,” Niel admitted, though that was a bit of an understatement. Still, he had finally done it. It took a day and a half, but Emma finally acknowledged her body’s needs before he did.
They arrived at the bathrooms and, to Emma’s visible dismay, there was a line for the lady’s side. Luckily for Niel, the men’s side was open, and he went in and finally relieved himself. It was a blissful experience, and he let out a contented sigh as he placed a hand over his now empty bladder.
Once he emerged, however, he noticed Emma had not been so fortunate. She had barely moved up in the line, and as soon as she saw Niel come out, she headed over to him.
“Let’s go,” Emma replied, “hurry.”
“Huh, but don’t you need to-”
Before Niel could finish his sentence, Emma tugged him along and they hurried along the sand, finding a relatively secluded place. Emma set down her bag and looked around nervously.
“Cover for me, I’m gonna pee behind these rocks.”
“Huh? You can’t do that here, if we get caught…”
“Niel, please,” Emma looked over at him, desperation clear in her voice, “I’m about to explode, here. I haven’t gone since yesterday. I’m at my limit! There’s no way I’m making it through that line dry.”
“Okay, try to hurry,” Niel replied, looking around.
He tried to block Emma from anyone else’s view as she squatted down. Almost immediately, she erupted like a geyser. A hot, powerful torrent of pee shot out of her and sprayed against the rocks. Emma bit her lip as she held back a near orgasmic moan of relief as she finally gave into her body’s needs. Niel had just peed himself, but he had nothing on her in terms of force as her stream left her. The hot urine struck the rocks and flowed down in rivulettes, turning the pale grey rocks dark in streaks as it wet the surface. Emma placed a hand on her still-swollen bladder as it emptied and visibly shrunk as she peed, throwing her head back and letting out another blissful sigh.
She peed for what felt like an eternity before her flow started to taper off. A few more spurts as she pushed the rest of her pee out of her, and she finally stopped. Pulling up her bikini bottoms, she looked around, satisfied that no one but Niel had seen her display.
“Thanks, Niel, I seriously couldn’t hold it anymore.”
Niel wanted to ask her why she had held it on for as long as she did in the first place, but he doubted she’d give him a clear answer. Instead, she watched her finish setting up their stuff and run off towards the water, waving him on with a subdued smile. She was an enigma, through and through, but as Niel followed her into the water, he realized that was part of why he loved her so much.
- The End - |
The girl was stand in the commander's place in her tank. She breathed easily and tried to concentrate on her main tasks. Despite her efforts to concentrate, Fukuda felt it slowly approach the exit from her ass. The girl has not gone to the toilet for several days.
Now it was taking its toll on her. The anus was still under her control. But she understood that it would not last long. Now her Ha-Go tank was in position for ambush and awaited the appearance of enemy tanks. Luckily, her bladder was not full yet. But it didn't make the poor girl's situation much easier.
Time passed and the enemy was still not on the horizon. Beads of sweat slowly beaded on Fukuda's forehead. It seems that the struggle for holding is just beginning and the heat inside the tank only aggravated the girl's position. Her glasses began to fog up. In this battle, Fukuda had little chance, but she had to try. Although her body probably no longer understands why permission does not come from above to succumb to the power of nature.
She didn't know what to do. There was no seating position in the tank. Therefore, she did not even have anything to rely on. She so wanted to have a seat to help her ass handle it.
She looked down at her stomach and imagined how full it would be if her poo was about to hit the edge. She felt that this was approaching the limit. And there is no enemy ahead. And next to it are alluring bushes in which you can do it, but what if an opponent appears on the horizon.
These feelings covered Fukuda. She couldn't think of anything other than a chance to relieve herself. It was slowly creeping to the edge and there was little she could do about it. Sweat collects on the face. And because of the heat inside, the whole body sweats. She realizes that she is in desperate.
Fukuda did not count how long it had passed since the pressure began to rise. But the pain in the abdomen was already noticeable. And her poo like a sledgehammer blows began to fall on her anus. She once again curses the tank for not having a seating place for the commander. She loves her Ha-Go type 95. But now she perfectly understands that if she was sitting, it would not be so painful. She quietly, trying not to show it, puts her hand on the buttocks and squeezes them.
After about half an hour, the need increased to an incredible level. Fukuda began to feel that her limit was near. And then she began to feel her anus opening. She put her other hand on the buttock and began to squeeze the ass with force. The pressure in spite of it grew every moment and soon the edge of poop appeared outside.
The girl gasped loudly and tears came from her eyes. It is unclear where she found the strength. But somehow Fukuda managed to take control of the situation and make the turd go back inside her body. She was breathing heavily and the pain was getting worse. It wasn't in her stomach now. Her ass demanded that her anus open. But Fukuda resisted as much as a 16 year old schoolgirl can afford.
Soon her anus gave way forward a little when a new wave of despair covered the girl. This time turd came out a lot more confident. It moved forward, despite the fact that the girl squeezed her buttocks with her hands. It got stuck between the girl's buttocks and was held simply because she was still straining her muscles. Tears rolled from her eyes. She started to cry. And then the turd stopped again. This time it did not retreat inward. It just stopped moving forward.
For the next 10 minutes, Fukuda waged a real battle with her body. But she felt that defeat was near. She couldn't get the poop to retreat. But at a certain point, she began to feel that she was slowly losing control.
Her poop seems to have crept forward again. Fukuda tried to stop, but her ass had already refused to obey. She couldn't hold it anymore. It was too much for her body.
"I can't take it anymore!" The girl screamed as she began to feel the turd slowly being pushed out from her.
Her crew nervously exchanged glances and looked at the girl who forcefully opened the command hatch. She seems to have bled on her fist from hit. But that didn't interest her now. The girl began to get out of the tank. By doing this, she only helped the process. Her body tensed and she felt it touch her pink panties. She quickly climbed onto the roof of tank and jumped down, feeling how her turd slowly crawls inside her underwear. She lost control from her body, it just burst into her panties. Panties took poop into themselves and gradually got wider.
"No! No! No! No! Stop! No!" -Repeated the girl aloud lifting her skirt and taking off the already partially full and dirty panties.
She sighed loudly as the shit hit the grass with a crash. The same thing that managed to penetrate into her once soft pink panties fell out of them on the grass when she took off her underwear. But this did not remove the feeling of shame. The girl emptied herself sitting on the grass. Her breath was a mixture of relief and panic. After all, now on her panties you can see a small spot left by her poop.
Girl from crew slowly handed her toilet paper. But...Although the girl managed to take off her panties, she admitted defeat for herself. Today she could not endure it.
Tears still rolled down her eyes just at the thought of her body being powerless for this. But soon, I am sure that this feeling will pass. And that in the future she will not repeat these mistakes. She rubbed her misty glasses and tear-stained face with a couple of sheets of paper.
She soon calmed down and prepared for battle. And only now the announcement came that the opponent was moving in their direction. And the funny thing is that the girl playing the role of the driver in their tank went behind the nearest bush to empty her bladder. But they still have the opportunity to start a fight and show themselves.
Forward Chi-Ha-Tan!
And now I have good translator and study english more.
What do you think to which character to devote the next story with wetting and to which character with messing? |
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Day 13: At the beach Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
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Azula, princess of the Fire Nation, was a girl of many talents. Her Firebending was remarkable, second only to her father, Firelord Ozai. She was a genius at strategy, often putting her generals to shame. And she could lie well enough to fool the sharpest people. Right now, however, she was focusing her talents on winning a game of beach kuai ball.
“C’mon, Azula!” Ty Lee cheered from beside her. “You got this!”
“Obviously,” said Azula with a sneer. So far, her vacation on Ember Island with Ty Lee, Mai, and her brother Zuko had been nothing but a bore. But the thrill of victory, even in a simple sport, put the fire back in her veins. She leapt into the air and spiked the ball, sending it crashing down behind her opponents. They never stood a chance.
“Yes! We defeated you for all time!” she gloated. “You will never rise from the ashes of your shame and humiliation!” Azula sighed with satisfaction. “Well, that was fun.”
“Whatever,” said Mai. “I’m going back under the umbrella.”
“And those cute guys demand my attention,” said Ty Lee. “See ya!”
Still basking in the glory of her victory, Azula decided to bask in the sun. She lay back on her towel and closed her eyes, letting the warm rays tan her skin.
“Ahh,” she sighed. “This feels nice…” Slowly, Azula felt herself doze off.
Azula struggled against her icy bonds, but it was no use: the Waterbender was too strong.
“Unhand me, peasant!” the princess screamed. Katara, the last Waterbender in the South Pole, laughed at her.
“Stop struggling, princess,” she sneered. “We’re going to have some fun.” Azula felt herself quiver in fear when Katara reached out with an open palm. The Waterbender waved her hand and Azula felt a pressure in her midsection. Suddenly, her bladder was incredibly full.
“You know,” Katara taunted, “pure water isn’t the only thing I can bend.”
“No,” whispered Azula, knowing what was coming. Katara clenched her fist. Azula tried to fight it, but she could feel her bladder being squeezed like a lemon. Pee trickled out and ran down her legs in rivulets. She cried out in rage and humiliation as Katara laughed…
“Gah!” Azula woke up with a shock. Oh, good: just a dream, was her first thought. She sat up and groaned as she felt the fullness in her bladder. Well, I guess that explains the dream. Azula looked down and was discouraged to see a visible bulge in her bare midriff. I didn’t realize I drank that much, she thought. I’d best take care of this.
Azula looked around and saw Ty Lee nearby, surrounded by a harem of fawning boys. She walked up and gave one of her best royal glares. The boys scattered.
“Hey!” Ty Lee protested. “What was that for?”
“Forget them,” Azula ordered. “Your princess requires your assistance.”
“Oh!” said Ty Lee, perking up. “What do you need help with?”
For a moment, Azula doubted her course of action. Then she felt a powerful twinge run through her bladder and realized she had no choice.
“Do you, er, know where the bathrooms are?” she whispered, embarrassed.
“What did you say?”
“Where are the bathrooms?” Azula asked again, louder this time. “I need to… relieve myself.”
“Oh, you have to pee?” said Ty Lee, far too loudly for Azula’s liking. “Why didn’t you just say so?” She paused. “I, uh, don’t think there are any bathrooms on this beach. Sorry!”
“What do you mean, no bathrooms?” cried Azula, crossing her legs in desperation.
“Well,” said Ty Lee, “I guess they assumed everybody would go into the sea and pee in their swimsuits.”
“Absolutely not,” snapped Azula. “I refuse to dirty my bathing suit like that.”
“But you’ll be in the water,” Ty Lee pointed out. “It’ll just flow away.”
“Wetting myself is still beneath me,” said Azula. “What are my other options?”
“Well,” said Ty Lee, “I guess you could find some place out of the way and pee behind some rocks.”
“Like a commoner?” scoffed Azula. Then, to her horror, she felt a few drops leak out. Well, she rationalized, between that and wetting my suit…
“Lead the way, Ty Lee,” she commanded.
Ty Lee took the princess by the hand and led her down the beach, scanning the waterfront for suitable cover.
“Mmm, nope,” she said to herself. “Too small. Nah, that one’s too crowded. Hmm, maybe-”
“Will you hurry up and find somewhere that I can go?” snapped Azula.
“Hey, you don’t want to be seen, do you?” Ty Lee asked. “I’m just trying to make sure you have privacy.”
“Very well,” sighed Azula. “But pick up the pace a little.”
Because I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last, she silently added. Indeed, she had already leaked a few more times, and the rest of her urine felt like it would follow suit at any minute.
Finally, the two came to a section of the beach that was largely deserted and covered with large rocks.
“Here we go!” Ty Lee announced. “You can pee behind that big rock there! I’ll keep watch.”
“Fine,” said Azula, still not happy about the situation. Regardless, she moved behind the boulder and squatted in the shallow water. Azula pulled the bottom part of her swimsuit down to her ankles and relaxed her bladder. A golden stream began to flow from her, striking the water below her with a gentle splashing sound. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as she peed, embarrassed by how good it felt.
Then, to her confusion, Azula heard a tinkling sound beside her, similar to the one she was currently making. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see Ty Lee beside her, humming to herself, squatting and peeing without a care.
“What do you think you’re doing?” shrieked Azula. She stood up in surprise, causing the last of her urine to run down her legs. Furious, Azula quickly pulled her swimsuit back up to cover herself. “You were supposed to keep watch!”
“Hm?” said Ty Lee, still mid-pee. “Oh, I was keeping watch! Then I saw there was nobody coming, and hearing you made me have to go too, so…” She trailed off at the look of anger on Azula’s face. “Hey, nobody saw us!” Ty Lee pointed out. She finished relieving herself and stood up to join the princess.
“I suppose,” huffed Azula. “If anybody had, rest assured you would be banished.”
“Hey,” said Ty Lee perkily, “you know what?”
“What?” asked Azula.
“We’re pee buddies now!” Ty Lee cheered. “Come get me if you ever need to go!”
“Ty Lee,” said Azula icily, “if you ever call us ‘pee buddies’ again, I will incinerate you.”
“Sorry!” squeaked Ty Lee. The two Fire Nation girls turned to head back to the main area of the beach. |
Irelia opened her eyes and peered at her new surroundings. She was greeted with the sight of large trees as far as the eye could see, with three large paths running through them. Irelia's blades floated in the air beside her. She was on Summoner's Rift, a battlegrounds for the most fearsome warriors all across Runeterra. Lookin around her, Irelia was able to identify her teammates as Blitzcrank the golem, Janna the wind spirit, Kennen the yordle, Lee Sin the monk, and of course herself. It wasn't the worst team but she had defiantly seen better. Quickly Irelia purchased some starter items and potions before heading down the middle lane.
She was followed by a group of minions, who would help her destroy the enemy's towers. After a few minutes of walking Irelia was met near the center of the lane by an opposing group of minions dressed in red. At their head was a massive fish like beast. She had heard stories of this creature. It was Tahm Kench, the demon of greed. Irelia was not happy to see the massive creature with that leering smile on his face. This was not going to be an easy match.
The blade dancer was right. Almost an hour later, and there had been little to no progress from either team. Irelia knew that the game was going to become a long drawn out affair. This was detrimental to Irelia in more than one way. In addition to the fact that she would be fighting enemies for a very long time, a lengthy game also meant that she would begin to experience some large discomforts. She needed to eat for example, and she would most certainly be tired. But those things were far from Irelia's mind at the moment. Instead a more pressing need was making itself known. The need to pee.
Obviously, as the battles took place in the outdoors, there were no convenient toilets for easy relief. The best you could do on the Rift was either hold it to the end, or find a nice secluded spot to relive yourself. The first option was already out of the question for Irelia. At the rate the game was going, it would be impossible for her to make it to the end without an accident. This left option number two. She could try to find an empty spot, but who knows how long that would take. Plus, even taking her attention off the game for a moment could allow the enemy team the opportunity they needed to win.
As Irelia cut down enemy minions and the occasional jungle monster, she pondered her dilemma. Unfortunately for the Ionian, she lost her focus on the matters at hand while pondering her problem. That window of distraction was all Tahm Kench needed to capitalize. Out of the blue a massive, slimy tongue whipped Irelia in the face. She looked up to see her fishy foe closing the distance. Irelia lost control over her bladder for a second, and a short stream of pee shot into her pants before she regained her composure. Irelia attempted to run, but her feet felt like they were made of lead. As the demon approached, Irelia had to resort to using her ultimate ability, vanguard's edge.
A storm of knives flew toward Tahm Kench. The second the knives made contact they fanned out trapping the demon. This was enough to let Irelia escape. She was able to move back to the safety of her own tower. Irelia slumped against the tower. She was badly shaken up but mostly unharmed. Her bladder was a different story. She was now as desperate as she had ever been and knew she had to act fast. The blade dancer sprinted as fast as she could into the jungle looking for any spot that could provide relief. The jungle was full of terrifying monsters and Irelia knew that being caught unaware by any of those creature could cost more than just her dignity.
After another minute of frantic searching, Irelia continued to come up empty. Finally, she spotted a small clearing that would work well. She ran over to the gap in the underbrush desperately. She bursted into the clearing and was going for the waistband on her leggings, when a massive golem lumbered out of the trees. Shock and terror shot through Irelia's body. Her frail hold on her bladder was shattered. Urine rushed from in between the girls legs instantly contacting her leggings. the deep blue fabric turned near black at the point of contact. the stain quickly spread outward running down her legs and soaking her ass. The back of Irelia's thighs also felt the liquid as the blade dancer wet herself. A steaming puddle formed on the ground between her legs. A whimper escaped Irelia's throat.
The golem had faded to the back of the Ionian's mind during her accident, and she now remembered his presence. Irelia was in no state to fight the monster so she quickly dashed out of the clearing. She arrived back at her lane just in time to see her first tower collapse. Not only had Irela embarrassed herself, she had given the enemy an advantage.
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On the other side of the Rift, Kai'sa heard the announcement that an enemy tower had fallen. She smiled. It looked like this battle was finally progressing. She easily dispatched a batch of enemy minions and continued down lane. Her opponent in the lane was the golem Blitzcrank. So far the huge mass of metal hadn't been a problem for Kai'sa's speed. She was slowly gaining ground. She had taken her opponent's tower down to half health and was hoping to finish it off soon. As Kai'sa advanced on the tower. She couldn't help but notice a brief pang in her abdomen. Her need to pee was not exactly desperate, but on a normal day she would have visited a bathroom at this point. It was no mater to Daughter of the Void. She could wait for a long time still.
As Kai'sa's cohort of minions began to attack the tower, Kai'sa couldn't help but feel uneasy. There was nobody defending the tower. She would have though her massive opponent would have been running to defend. Where was he?
Kai'sa soon found out the answer. A massive metal fist shining with static electricity shoot from the edge of her vision. The punch collided with Kai'sa sending her sprawling. As she landed, a second ability from Blitzcrank created a magnetic shock wave that rocked Kai'sa's body. She twitched as the electricity shot through her. Every second a new jolt would hit redoubling the pain. As Kai'sa's was being electrocuted she completely lost control over her body. Her limbs flailed and her muscles spasmed. Her bladder failed, and she started to piss hard into her pants. The stream was torrential as it was forced out of her body. Her erratic movement made it impossible for the pee to keep to a static path. It flew everywhere soaking not only her legs but her pelvic area and back. As the electrocution finally stopped. Kai'sa regained control over her body. She was lying prone in a puddle of her own piss having fully wet her pants. Blitzcrnk was nowhere to be found.
Kai'sa groaned as she sat up. Her entire body was covered in urine. The carapace that her body was incased in was soaked all down her back and legs. She even felt some wetness in her hair. Low on health and spirits, Kai'sa began the long walk back to her base to replenish her strength.
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Kai'sa's teammate Lux was also experiencing some bladder troubles. She was working her way through the jungle, killing monsters to collect gold and experience. The game was taking forever, and Lux was feeling its effects. She hobbled through the trees at half her normal rate, handicapped by her need. Every few minutes or so, the sorcerer would have to stop completely to clench her muscles and shove a hand in between her thighs. She had considered looking for a bush, but knew that every bit of foliage could have a massive creature lurking behind it.
An accident looked nearly inevitable at this point, by Lux would still not give up. Her optimistic personality told her that if she just held on for one more minute the game would be over and she could find relief. A sudden leak said otherwise. The mage quickly bent over, in an attempt to contain the damage. It worked if only for the moment. The leak had been minor and there was no obvious wet spots, but Lux knew that it meant the end was not far away.
Two leaks later, and Lux was on her last legs. A small orange sized wet stain stood out against the navy fabric of Lux'a leather leggings. Still ,the girl would not give in. She continued to make her way through the jungle with no real destination in mind. The only thing that mattered to her at this point was keeping her pants as dry as possible. She would not be able to continue to hold for long.
After a few more minutes of wandering, Lux finally reacher her limit. A leak shot again out of her bladder. This was something she was used to at this point, but this leak was different. It started as a dribble, but Lux was unable to stop it. Panicking, the mage stuffed her hands between her thighs, but the dribble still continued. In a matter of seconds, the dribble turned into a stream, into a full on flood. The urine that Lux had been so desperately trying to contain broke loose. Her leggings were instantly flooded. Lux was forced to stand and watch as she felt the warm tendrils of pee running down her legs. She sighed in both resignation and relief as she gave in to the fact that she was peeing her pants. After a solid minute of wetting, Lux looked down at herself. She was standing in a puddle of her own making and her leggings had almost completely changed color.
She sighed and continued her walk through the jungle, feeling relived. She may have had an accident, but at least she could now focus on the game and victory.
Edited November 14, 2020 by JackFrost16
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This story is adapted from the suggestion by Foxlover found here.
Due to the unusual request, I've added some creative liberties to give it some logical sense. Primarily, this means going into the future, applying some genetic engineering, and just having fun with it.
Synopsis:
A signals company, operating out of a stratoscraper, has put floors 191-200 on overtime. Employees are expected to spend the next 48 hours processing a “signals report”, but the company, for “clear and sensible” reasons, has only installed toilets on floor 190 (the “services floor”). As one would expect, the solution is a gender-bending human disposal system.
Lore (if you don't like questions in your fetishes):
The human expansion into space is now little more than an ancient legend. The Turinite peoples, descended from the great intelligent apes, adapted themselves to the technologies of their age by genetic engineering. They think faster, live longer, can handle a much wider variety of environments than their ancestors. For ease of logistics, Turinites had also adopted a liquid diet and almost abandoned food. Many such adaptions were made out of necessity, but Turinite culture would be nothing without concession to both beauty and practicality. Many minor adaptions had also been implemented over the millennia. First, they preferred a feminine form. Lacking a need for harsh manual labour, sleek and flexible forms were more desirable. Quick reflexes and manual finesse and precision were not only a joy to wield, but aided the use of fine technologies.
Sexual traits, too, were modified, even going so far as to devise a triple-helix genetic code. Turinites believe in enjoying advanced, if private, sexual and social pleasures, and opted for a three-party mating system. This entailed three genders: Maris (♂), who have small breasts, a penis and testes, who impregnate; Veris (♀), who have significant breasts, no penis, bear children and maintain a youthful innocence in public; and the Mercuric (☿), who have hardly any breasts, a short ‘erectable’ clitoris which also provides genetic material, and through which their urethra extends.
Although Turinites are sexually open with those whom they have relationships with, they have a conservative public culture of cleanliness, inoffense, and efficient social hierarchies. This is a balance they have kept for as long as their civilisation has lasted.
Part 1: Overtime
“Attention!” sounded the Floor 191 tannoy system. “Now arriving: Curator Androgenes.”
At the northern wall of Floor 191’s entry hall opened a large, double-doored elevator, styled with oak panels and brass overlay highlights. Stepping out from it, into the view of the almost one hundred workstaff gathered in the marble and hardwood hall for the announcement, was a tall and assertive Maris. He was garbed in some combination of silvery metal and red-and-white robe that looked almost religious. Behind him stood a small crowd of lithe and sporty-looking Maris and Mercurics, youthful in build, dressed in loose-fitting navy blue gym shorts and soft white t-shirts.
The staffers at Kafka Tower were almost all Veris, their preference for submissiveness and constancy ideal for the long-term and logical work here. The confused faces among them expressed surprise at the inflow of the other genders. Maris were usually assertive and quick to react, making them most suited for leadership and competition. Mercurics were a more creative gender. Both were not generally considered suited for sitting at a desk for ten hours a day performing complex mathematics.
The robed Maris, evidently the Curator, addressed the staff. “We are receiving a Priority One transmission. All ongoing work will be ceased. All staff are to decipher this new transmission. Due to its nature and importance, all staff are confined to floors 191 through 200 and must not leave their desks until the work is complete. Drinks will be provided, as will a toileting service.”
There was much murmuring at this announcement, and a few Veris started to object that they would need to leave at some point, but the Curator quickly shut them down. “Anyone who does not comply will have a form 270-C filed against them.”
That got their attention. This must be serious.
“Your toileting service, for your convenience and ours, is standing behind me. These ‘living urinals’ have been hired to drink your urine when you need to go, and they are specially equipped for this task! They have been trained to have a much larger than usual bladder capacity, and they will go down to floor 190 on your behalf to relieve themselves. Several living urinals will be stationed on this floor. If you need to pee, all you have to do is raise your hand and one will come over. Now back to work!”
Murmuring returned as everyone filtered back to their desk spaces across floor 191, unappreciative of its stately themes of wooden panelling and leather visitor’s chairs. This floor contained a number of meeting rooms and walled offices that split the floor tastefully into sections, each open-ended into the others. The other few floors above them were similar but more open plan and with more staff. All transmissions staff worked at desks divided by low cubicle dividers that stopped at roughly eye-level when sitting down, enough to make observing each other’s work nearly impossible, but allowing any roaming managers to watch carefully.
Some of the living urinals had scattered around the floor, making light conversation as everyone waited for the first transmission data to roll in. The rest had stayed in the elevator as it ascended to inform the other floors.
To be continued...
Edited November 14, 2020 by Wrakkar
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Note on pronouns: The race in this story is split into three genders, rendering pronouns entirely arbitrary. They are more-or-less feminine compared to humans. Maris are generally referred to as 'he', while Veris and Mercuric are referred to as 'she' for the purposes of distinction. Otherwise I have to trawl through tumblr for 'appropriate' terms, or just keep using the gender name.
Part 2: Leslie (Maris, Kafka Staff, Floor 195)
The announcement made it to Floor 195 just as Leslie was heading to the elevators to go to the toilet. His heart had sunk at the revelation. For one thing, he liked his privacy and did not know if he could even pee with someone watching, never mind with them providing the toilet service. For another, he had had a perfectly good run pretending to be Veris.
The language of numbers had always been comfortable for Leslie, even though it was a particularly Veris thing to enjoy. His general timidity helped keep his place, avoiding confrontation and just getting along with the work. Genitals hidden away under the folds of a thigh-length black skirt, whose hem was highlighted by two thin white lines, he fit right in. Slender-er than typical legs, a minimised thigh gap that he had inherited from his parents, and absolutely no tendency to slouch soon even had the eye of one particular Veris.
Homosexual relations were not discouraged, but they were not expected among Turinites. Between his job as a decrypter and the attraction of someone who should rightly have been his romantic partner by now, Leslie was very reluctant to disrupt that with a sudden, impromptu penis. As he returned to his desk, absent-mindedly giving himself a light squeeze of his penis to reassure his bladder, his crush arrived.
Abbie leaned over the divider on the left of Leslie's desk, letting her breasts cast a shadow over his notebooks. "Oh god, do we actually have to have someone... help us when we need to go?" Abbie's ginger hair, tied back in a loose ponytail, glinted in the sunlight streaming in from the several-metre-wide floor-to-ceiling window nearby.
"I think so, why else would they bring those 'living urinals' here?"
"Ugh. I just wish they'd come a little later, I was about to go on break."
"Same."
"Are you going to use them?"
"Huh?"
"Well, we'll all have to go at some point. I don't know why they couldn't have just let us go ourselves though, or at least use some other system."
"Maybe this was just the most efficient system they could think of?"
Before Leslie could get around to saying what pressed him most - he was going to call it 'stage fright' - everyone's computer screens flashed on and started scrolling through the opening code of the first part of the Priority one transmission. Everyone milling around, except the urinals, dashed back to their desks to begin work.
* * *
A solid hour of frantic typing into their computers and scrawling onto notebooks passed in near-silence. This work was not simply cryptographical. If it was, a machine could do it. Some point in the distant past, though, computing had evolved to a stage where it could think for itself. It had immediately gotten out of control and had to be abandoned.
This left two problems for encrypted transmissions: first, there were now codes that could not be cracked by machines because the resources needed to crack them would immediately lose control of the machine. Second, these transmissions needed to be cracked anyway.
The solution was the creation of a pseudo-mathematical 'empirical' language, combined with advanced intelligence brought about by genetic engineering. This allowed living creatures to do what machines now cannot, by exploiting the differences in hardware.
Not that this was much comfort to Leslie, however, as his missed bathroom break started to distract him. He'd seen the living urinals pacing around checking in on anyone looking too distracted, and each time they passed him he'd had to stare intently at his work to avoid their attention. His penis was comfortably hidden under his skirt in such a way that he could, and did, absent-mindedly squeeze it to reassure himself.
This tendency nearly got him caught by one of the urinals, as he embarrassedly withdrew his hand and placed it on the desk like a good little worker. He had stolen a second glance at the onlooker, and instantly regretted it - catching their eye just before they turned away.
More time stole by and Leslie's urgency kept creeping up on him. He had initially hoped that the transmission work would give him a break at some point, but that looked increasingly unlikely. There was no sign of slowing down, no pauses between segments of work. And the work itself was nothing like he'd seen before, either. No wonder they'd been put on overtime, because this was just not a normal transmission.
Not that that helped. Leslie's bladder was now feeling swollen in his abdomen, with a tingling sensation along his urethra whenever he did not hold himself. Entering solutions into the computer with one hand, he was seriously starting to wonder whether he would have to just hold it in until the work was over.
"Are you alright?"
Leslie started, and nearly let out a spurt of pee in surprise. "Uhh... uh, yes."
One of the living urinals had loomed over his desk, her - as he could tell by her eyes she was Mercuric - cotton shirt flecked with slowly drying liquid. "It's just that it's been nearly three hours now, and I don't think you had much chance to go to the toilet before we got here. Are you sure?"
Leslie knew that he would have to release, or at least admit the need, at some point. This Mercuric would surely come back to him in the next hour, and the next. He said in a small voice, "well, uh... no."
"It's okay to be embarrassed or nervous - almost nobody here has done this before except for us. But look, if you stay on your chair, or kneel down, you can't be seen through your dividers. And we are obliged by law, no matter what we see or what happens, to keep this confidential."
Leslie's bladder contracted involuntarily, and he squeezed himself again.
"Let me help you pee. If you don't, it'll just come out by itself anyways."
"I, uh..." Leslie wanted to communicate that his gender was not what they thought, but did not want anybody overhearing.
"Look, just nod if you need to pee. I'll be heading down to the restroom soon, and I might not be back here for another hour or so." Then she whispered, "between you and me, I don't think you can make it that long."
Leslie nodded. The Mercuric gingerly stepped between the dividers, revealing her loose-fitting unisex gym shorts and, to Leslie's surprise... "Are you pregnant?"
She shook her head, "no, that's my bladder. I've been holding onto several people's needs. What they can't hold, we must." Her bladder was a soft, round protrusion that tightened the waistband of her shorts against her form. Leslie fancied for a moment that if he poked it it might explode, but then another wave of urgency caused him to grip himself.
She kept talking softly, "take a moment to get control of yourself, and then shuffle to the edge of your seat. Once there, make sure to hang your crotch over that edge a little bit."
Leslie made sure that nothing was coming out of its own accord, and then did as instructed. The living urinal pinched the hem of his skirt with both hands. "There are a few ways to do this, but the biggest problem is underwear. When I lift your skirt, I'm going to slide your underwear down to your ankles to get them clear. I'll keep the skirt on so you can cover yourself quickly if needed."
Leslie nodded, and winced as he tried to keep his sphincter under control. His thighs pressed together in urgency as the Mercuric flipped the skirt up, revealing his boyshorts and... "You too, huh?"
Leslie looked confused before she clarified with a grin, "you're not the only one! And you know what, this actually makes it easier. Your boyshorts come with a fly."
They did indeed have a fly, covered by a tight overlap between two layers of fabric. Leslie had naturally preferred them to panties, which would chafe, and boxers, or even briefs, due to the tighter fit. The living urinal, whose name Leslie now realised with shame he did not even know, carefully separated the folds of fabric and pulled his soft penis through.
Edited November 17, 2020 by Wrakkar
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>most of a year later
Good grief it took longer to get back to this than I expected.
Anyways...
Part 4: Juno (Mercuric, Living Urinal, Floor 190)
Juno kept her hands dutifully clasped over her crotch as the elevator descended to Floor 190. Surrounded by other urinals, getting on at each stop on the way down, they all stood straight-backed as they had been trained to do. Their bladders featured prominently as they waited. Many of the Maris were absent-mindedly giving themselves a light squeeze, their fingers running along what the fabric of their shorts revealed to be the shafts of their penises.
This light impropriety excited Juno every time she saw it, and it never got old. Their soft, tomboy-ish features arousing her sympathies (and other things) as they pretended to not be on the verge of leaking. The other Mercurics, usually indistinguishable from Veris from the nipples down, typically had their hands at their sides, or clasped behind their backs. Juno was, admittedly, making an uncouth show of herself, but the training permitted it if the alternative was making a mess.
Taking that last client’s near-accident had filled her over her limit, leaving even herself on the edge of having her own accident. Her bladder protruded significantly from her abdomen, making the elastic of her shorts feel like binding ropes. She pressed her left hand into her crotch, pushed her thighs together and bent her knees as her sphincter tried to release.
No Veris were recruited to be a living urinal, for one good reason. It was not that no Veris could urinate quickly by standing to perform, it was just that their society had prided "sexual aesthetics" over practicality on this matter. The original design for Mercurics had been to help solve that efficiency problem, extending the clitoris under arousal and feeding the urethra through it to make standing urination much cleaner.
But such was not to be the way, and Veris were plighted as always to make a mess of themselves en masse. Juno liked this solution, though. Being a living urinal was her dream job, and making everyone the same would deprive her of this experience. She jiggled, slightly bent over, as she accommodated her overfull bladder. If she had to guess, it contained around 1.5 litres of pee. Certainly, she could feel her skin stretch and her fullness pulse with each heartbeat. The index finger of her free hand, out of curiosity, drew over her bulging bladder and applied a little pressure – moving left to right over the apex of her curved form, just below the belly button. She felt a tingling all down her urethra, and squinted with urgency.
The elevator stopped at Floor 190 and, with a ping the doors opened. The crowd of desperate living urinals quickly walked, some waddling, to the western side of the building. On that side of the building on this floor, there was a huge restroom designed to cater to the staff of a whole ten floors above it. The plan was for each of them to filter through the urinals, making use of their ability to consistently pee standing up to save time. Bladders emptied, they would grab a light drink and a mint to refresh themselves at the canteen, and return to the elevator.
Juno marvelled at the expense that went into this building. Focusing on her work and her bladder upstairs had limited her ability to appreciate it somewhat, but now that she entered a queue (that seemed far longer than it should have been) it sunk in. Every wall had been decorated like a stately home, with a naturalising hardwood panelling aesthetic that dampened sound and felt homely. Windows scattered along the external walls, letting in pristine sunlight from above the clouds.
The queue shuffled into a corridor that itself led towards the restroom, but, as Juno waited impatiently – fanning her legs – agitated murmuring spread from down the queue. The mumuring moved closer, as the few Maris and Mercurics ahead of her turned to whoever stood behind them and continued the murmur. She could see some of them had developed small wet patches on their shorts – highly variable in place, of course, depending on how the wetter was holding themselves.
The Maris just ahead of Juno turned to face her, their penis, flaccid and small in their desperation, squeezed by their right hand through their shorts. “The living urinal crew below us don’t have working toilets, so they’re all coming up here to pee!”
“What?”
“Oooh, I know!” The Maris replied, urgency evident in his voice. “Oh, I drank too much coffee before starting my shift, and that on top of this job and now this! I feel like I’m gonna go!”
“Look, just keep trying to control your urges and we’ll be fine – we’re a living urinal crew, we only pee in toilets!”
Juno tried to put confidence in her voice, and she thought it paid off as the Maris’ face set into determination, but her own urges came ever stronger than before. She crossed her legs for a moment, before the queue shuffled forwards a little, disrupting her holding. She turned to the person behind her – a Mercuric, she was sure – and relayed this news.
The disappointing fact slowly rolled back along the queue until it became a murmur again. The queue shuffled forward slightly. For as much as they were faster than the Veris workstaff at using the toilet, they were only faster at getting in and out. A fuller bladder still took longer to empty, and up ahead, as there always were, would be a handful of officiators cataloguing who peed and for how long. All to make sure nobody was being paid for nothing.
The queue shuffled, and Juno gave herself a quick play down below. The Maris just ahead seemed to be having a worse time of it, but neither said anything. The average person had to urinate some six or seven times every twenty-four hours. Each floor here, as they had been briefed, had around one hundred staff needing relief.
An average of one-thousand-three-hundred toilet breaks per day per floor, Juno thought to herself. If it took an average of two minutes to get to the bathrooms – and she was sure it would be higher, especially for the upper floors – and two minutes back… Allow another minute for peeing and four for all the other faffing around… That’s seven minutes round-trip at a low estimate, assuming nobody got distracted. A living urinal could wrap up their first encounter with someone in under seven minutes, and following encounters in under three.
The line shuffled as Juno counted it all up, absent-mindedly playing with her clit to diffuse the tension from her bladder. Going off that estimate alone, that’s eighty work-hours saved per day, per floor, by employing the living urinals. Probably much, much, more with the otherwise chatty Veris kept in their cubicles and away from each other. No distractions. Around thirty living urinals would be deployed to each floor, which would value a day’s work per urinal at…
The spurt of urine from her own urethra caught her entirely by surprise. She would have bet the world that the Maris would have leaked first. Wetting her hands at it came out, her little accident had left a sizeable wet spot on her shorts. She squeaked with surprise as she felt it, recognising only after the fact that her bladder had had a minor spasm.
The Maris turned around, and looked as surprised as Juno felt. “Oh wow, how much did you have to hold today?” He giggled lightly, failing to quite mask his own urgency.
“More than I really meant to. I was just finishing up, full as possible, and then I helped out someone who really needed to pee.” She squinted and bobbed a little, trying to manage her urgency.
“God I wish this queue would move the hell along… My name’s Aldia, by the way.” Aldia gave a brisk smirk that Juno suspected was an attempt at a smile being dragged halfway to a grimace. Aldia’s penis was very obviously caught in a deathgrip, clearly outlined under the shorts’ fabric, pointing leftwards.
The queue shuffled again, but just as Aldia moved her legs to turn, a small explosion of wetness darkened his shorts, the soft little member releasing an urgent spurt. Aldia bent over and crossed his legs, squealing quietly. Juno was entranced by this event, and started to achieve early what she had intended to do further down the queue.
Mercurics normally were almost indistinguishable from Veris, aside from their average breast sizes, right down to their genitals. Indistinguishable that is, until either aroused or given a genetic or fertility test. They could urinate standing up with ease, but it required an… additional step than for Maris. They had to get an erection.
In Mercurics the urethra was threaded through the glans clitoris, which was itself normally tucked under their feminine folds. To urinate like a Maris, they had to – to put it bluntly – grow their own penis. Sex-ed classes were often an “interesting” time because of this, as only through and after puberty could a Mercuric pee so freely. This often required masturbation of the Mercuric’s genitals to get the erection going, but in Juno’s case… An entire queue of squirming, leaking, living urinals was more than enough to begin. She would, however, have to maintain it to ensure she did not grow soft by the time she reached the toilet.
It was considered a sign of urgency, of imminent peeing, for a Mercuric living urinal to play with herself in public. Staffers dotted around Floor 190 stole embarrassed glances at Juno as she felt herself through her shorts, hoping not to catch her eye but failing a good number of times. Her legs fanned and she bobbed, slightly. She had to be careful, however, edging herself just right. If she got too hard – a trait common to both Maris and Mercuric during sex – the urethra would be restricted so she could come. She would have to wait, potentially a long time, before she even had the ability to urinate again.
The queue shuffled slowly some more, not that Juno now noticed. She absent-mindedly shuffled along squeezing and slightly stroking herself. The common term for it was either a “clitdick” or a “willy”, the former naming it for its role between masculinity and femininity, the latter being a cute term for a penis. Her face gave animation to the strain of holding her bladder, and – though she tried to hide it – the obvious pleasure she was giving herself.
Her eyes closed momentarily as she slid her fingers along her length. Albeit a modest length, even for a Mercuric – who rarely ever made it much past 4 inches. Urgency tingled down her urethra with unexpected speed, and she squeezed herself shut with her fingers, and pushed them tightly down her willy to its tip, before pulling them back again. Her right knee crossed over the other as she did this.
“Oh god oh god oh god!” Urged Aldia as he held his penis with both hands, maintaining no sense of discretion at what Juno now realised was the unisex urinal room.
For convenience, most toileting stations were separated into two rooms, one of standing urinals, one of a squatting type, arranged to maximise the efficient flow of people through them. The entrances to each room stood opposing the other, and between the two was an open-plan communal water fountain for washing hands and collecting drinking water. Clean water was pumped up a tube inside – in this case – an intricate stone statue of several naked Veris holding a variety of (stone) water containers. These overflowed with small streams into a large basin below, coming up to just above average waist height, which slowly drained into a separate voiding system.
Juno awoke from her reverie to realise that not only was relief so close, but that for some reason the squat-toilet room was closed. The carved oak door shut, and a large “out of order sign” written on it.
“So that’s what’s going on around here…” Juno thought to herself, holding back another wave of urgency even as she began to appreciate the moment even more.
An officiator stood at the door, digital tablet in hand, dressed in office-casual and herself obviously a rather fetching young Veris (for reasons Juno could not yet fathom). Aldia began to plead for relief, but was interrupted by a pair of very relieved-looking Maris left the room. The officiator waved Aldia and Juno in.
Aldia waddled frantically into the room, and quickly moved to take the closet urinal from a line of occupied urinals. A pair of officiators stood along each of the four rows of urinals in the room. One row to the left wall, one to the right wall, a se3lection of sexual health machines along the back wall. And in the centre of the wide room, two rows of urinals. Arranged so that two users would be facing each other as they urinated, the two rows were separated by a midriff-high wall roughly a foot-and-a-half wide. Intimate, in other words. Juno was most pleased.
The urinals protrude from the walls, and were what Juno had always found to be the usual sort. Modest shallow little semi-ovular basins just below genital height, no wider than a small thigh gap. They tapered inwards to the wall, leading immediately to a pipe about three inches in diameter. The design was, she thought, elegant. These urinals encouraged the user to get really close in, and to aim down the pipe if possible. This minimised misses and splashback, and even helped some Veris to urinate standing up if they at all could. Relief, only a moment away-
“I see you’re ready, good. Name, ID, and number of clients please?” Another officiator accosted her, clearly having spotted the short member tenting the dampened front of her shorts.
Juno squirmed in place as she answered the tablet-wielding sentient punchcard, “Erh, Juno, one-one-three-dash-five-four, and uh five.”
The officiator raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
“Please, I really can’t do this much longer!”
“Fine, whatever, go pee.”
Juno scrambled over to a urinal along the left-side of the centre wall, and quickly pulled the waistband of her shorts down. She looped her left thumb over the front, pulling down to reveal her erect and moistly glistening genitals – her clitoral hood making some modesty of her glans. Glad of her job’s policy of never wearing underwear, she took her member between her right thumb and forefinger and tried to point it at the urinal. She struggled against it. It was a little too hard, and stuck pointing directly forwards at the wall just above the urinal. But not to worry, it was only at the edge of being too hard…
“Is this a turn on for you?” Said the Maris at the opposing urinal, his presumably bulging bladder hidden behind the wall even as Juno clearly heard his pee hitting the porcelain hard.
If it was not earlier, it certainly was now. Juno was rock hard. |
Day 14! I can't believe I'm almost halfway through this thing...
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Day 14: Unexpected diuretic effect Jill (VA-11 HALL-A)
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The worst places tended to draw out the most interesting people. Nowhere was that more true than in Glitch City. The cybernetic dystopia was filled with all sorts of unsavory characters, and all tended to be drawn to the seedy dive bar in the VA-11 building’s Hall-A, commonly known as Vallhalla.
Jill wiped down another glass and sighed. Business had been slow tonight, and tips were light. She distracted herself from her worries momentarily by humming along to the jukebox in the back of the bar as she cleaned. As such, she didn’t realize someone had come in until there was an impatient throat-clearing from behind her. Jill turned around to see a young woman dressed in a jacket and baseball cap with a webcam mounted on it.
“Sorry, Nicole,” said Jill. “Didn’t see you there.” Nicole Chen, better known as Streaming-Chan, was an internet celebrity who live-streamed everything, no matter how sexually explicit it was.
“What can I get for you?” Jill asked.
“Gimme a Bad Touch,” said Nicole. Despite herself, Jill snickered a little at the drink’s juvenile name. She mixed the ingredients together and served up the sour green drink on the rocks.
“Sweet, thanks!” said Nicole. She took a small vial from her pocket and poured a pale yellow liquid into the glass.
“What’s that stuff?” asked Jill, not used to customers altering her drinks.
“Oh, it’s just a little additive to help me with tonight’s stream,” came the reply.
“Additive, huh?” Jill repeated. “I don’t suppose you’d mind sharing; I need a little pick-me-up.”
“Are you sure?” Nicole cautioned. “I gotta warn you, this stuff is pretty strong.”
“Hey, I’ve got a liver implant,” said Jill. “I don’t get wasted easily.”
“That’s not quite what I meant,” said Nicole, but the bartender had heard enough. She pulled out a shot glass and held it up to the streamer expectantly. Nicole sighed and poured in a bit of her drink.
Jill took a sip. The drink was delicious; sweet, smooth and with just a hint of spice. She quickly drained the whole glass.
“Thanks,” said Jill, “I needed that.” She held up the glass again, but Nicole shook her head.
“You should take it easy there, Jill. That stuff’s a powerful diuretic.”
“What?” asked Jill, not quite believing what she was hearing.
“You know,” said Nicole, “something that makes you pee a lot. I’m doing this fetish stream tonight, and some guys wanted me to p-”
“I know what a diuretic is; I’m a bartender!” Jill interrupted. “What I want to know is why you gave it to me!”
“Hey, I tried to warn you,” Nicole said defensively. “And it’s not like it’s the end of the world. It should kick in shortly; just take a bathroom break and you’ll be fine. Well, I gotta go!”
She tossed some money on the bar and hurried out, leaving a rather irritated Jill alone.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, Jill felt the effects of the diuretic start to kick in. She was shocked by how full her bladder felt, and how quickly it had happened. It was like a full water balloon, ready to burst at any minute.
She wasn’t kidding, Jill thought. She stood up to head to the restroom when the doors opened again and a large group of customers entered. Normally, on a slow night like this, Jill would have been happy to see them. Now, however, all she could think about was how many drinks she’d have to mix before she could take a bathroom break. Jill felt her bladder throb, and she sighed.
Let’s do this.
Jill skipped over the usual pleasantries and instead went straight to taking drink orders. A Fringe Weaver, a Gut Punch, a Stardust Cloud… She mixed the ingredients as fast as she could. All the noise of sloshing liquids was a living hell for her bladder. Jill crossed her legs to try and keep steady, but she could feel her hands shake as she mixed more drinks.
Okay, she reassured herself, serving up a Cobalt Velvet, this should be the last one. Then you can-
“Bartender!” shouted one of the patrons. “Another round!” Several of his companions echoed his remarks.
Goddammit.
As she started on the next round, Jill found herself getting truly desperate. She was now bouncing back and forth on her heels, trying to keep the floodgates shut. It was a losing battle; she could already feel a few drops leaking out.
Come on, come on! she thought in a panic. Just keep it together a little longer!
At long last, the final drink was poured. Jill breathed a sigh of relief, then rushed off to the employee-only bathroom before anyone could ask for a third round.
Jill threw open the door and hurried over to the toilet. She lifted her skirt and dropped her panties, but she hadn’t fully lowered herself onto the seat when her overfilled bladder let go. Pee shot out of her in a golden jet, splashing thunderously into the bowl. Jill let out a loud moan of relief that she was glad nobody could hear. With her stream spraying so strongly, Jill was afraid that she would get pee all over the floor if she tried to move. Due to that, she decided to remain in her hovering position as her bladder kept emptying.
A full minute passed, and Jill still wasn’t done. Her legs were starting to cramp up from squatting for so long, but she was peeing just as strongly as ever.
Man, those were some strong diuretics! she thought. Nicole’s gonna have one hell of a stream tonight! As Jill laughed at her bad pun, she felt her stream finally start to lose strength. It lasted another thirty seconds, then sputtered out into the last few drops. Jill wiped herself clean, which took a lot of paper; there had been quite a bit of backspray. She looked at the gold-filled toilet bowl in shock.
Diuretic or not, I can’t believe I had that much in me!
Her business complete, Jill headed back to the bar.
“Who’s up for another round?” she asked, to cheers from the patrons. Much to her delight, the tips began to flow as freely as the drinks. In the end, the night turned a decent profit, and Jill made one mental note to herself: Never accept a drink from Streaming-Chan!
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Authors Note: First story, so be gentle. I wrote this a while back and I am slowly recovering from a crippling bout of writers block, expect more in the future.
OS_NotFound was the business handle of Ophelia Sun, a veteran streamer and (oft disputed) number one Dojo player. She had found her glory in the early days of Dojo's wifi scene. Her name popped up in forums like an urban legend, people swore she was hacking, until she showed up at a supermajor and won without dropping a set.
That got people talking.
Sponsors were hungry for her, but soon realized they bit off more than they could chew. Ophelia had a mouth. And she was quick to shoot off of cyber rants. In her eyes, she was the greatest Dojo player of all time.
People don't like confident champions, and so backlash followed. At a small weekend event, a crowd gathered around her at her first match and roared for her opponent, some cocky local with harsh acne. Ophelia lost the first match. She had never seen so many smiling faces. High fives all around.
She brought it back the next match. She didn't just perfect him. She demoralized him, she could see in his eyes that he didn't want to pick up the controller for round 3. Ophelia didn't let up. The gamer girl sent him to losers and left the tournament without playing another match.
Rather than face constant verbal abuse during every tournament set she decided to retire undefeated. Her isolation fed her memetic mythos. "Oh, you think SlySloth is good? But did he beat OS?". She was Goku in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Luke backpacking across Dagobah with Yoda, or Batman training under Ra's Al Ghul. Fans that she didn't even know she had were patiently waiting on her return, but she didn't plan to. Dojo had lost their gaming goddess.
After leaving the competitive scene, OS dove head-first into solidifying her online presence. She started streaming, which attracted Dojo players and anyone that likes a pretty face. She was a natural to the streaming game, subscribers swarmed her like ants on sugar. At the advent of her 10,000 sub she even had a 24 hour stream. It was the most physically and mentally draining day of her life, there weren't enough caffeine and prescription drugs in the world to get her through it.
Now, she was preparing to do it again. This time she was approaching 50,000 subs, over half of which had only seen the last 24 hr in clips. They were in for a show. Somewhere around seventeen hours, things got a little silly...
She woke up late in the afternoon. Showered, put on some fresh PJs, ate breakfast (lunch?), and booted up her set up and sank into her racer. There was already a crowd of her followers waiting when she flicked her facecam on.
"What up degens?" An avalanche of emotes, copypastas and text walls buried the chat. Ophelia was an entertainer, fed off the energy of her fans. "Okay, so... Sub goal before-."
"Warning! Windows Alert has found a virus on your computer!"
"Shout out to... cobraking237 with the seven month resub." To be honest, she didn't even remember the name.
"Warning! Windows Alert..."
"ChaddtheChad! Thank you so-"
"Warning!"
"much for the-"
"Warning!"
"Fuck it, let's just get started."
Twenty-four hours of non-stop gaming fried eyeballs like egg yolk. Oph had learned last year that she needed a filler. After a one-hundred sub goal was smashed in an hour she transitioned to an unboxing of all the things she had pulled from her P.O. box.
There were tons of letters to skim through, crappy drawings to gush over then trash behind cameras. But on occasion she was spoiled with loot crates, packages, hand-crafted customized gifts, and all kinds of quirky, cool gadgets. Pretending to like reading these letters was just a necessary part of the stream. Even Dojo wasn't perfect. It was a popular game plagued with unpopular balance patches, she could barely recognize the game she used to rule.
Matter-o-fact, one of the letters she was slogging through was explaining just that. Like how the meta was in shambles following the patch 1.13 that was supposed to make slower tankish characters viable instead turned matches into eight minute neutral battles of attrition. And that a high-level, but more or less unknown player was making waves after snatching her crown with a win at NIMD 2.
"Bushido Buck? I swear I perfected him before, did he change his name? Link me the set in chat, someone."
"Warning!"
Ophelia greeted the new sub and celebrated their arrival with a toast of Red Bull.
She surreptitiously skipped over a pile of letters and dragged over a well-taped package almost half her size. Ophelia salivated over it, almost forgetting to read the message attached. "To Oph. So we don't get a repeat of last year. Winky face. From, Chris in Idaho."
Too excited to question, she slipped a boxcutter through the edges in a rush. This was like a second-chance at Christmas, for her. Both of her parents were unsupportive of her life choices and had always been distant so their gifts were double-edged swords of doting disappointment. And friends irl were few and far inbetween after she dropped out of college. It was easy to say that her fans knew her better than anyone.
"Oh my God," she cried, fire bloomed in her cheeks. "D-di... Really? L-O-fucking-L." She ripped the box apart and focused her webcam on the contents. A package of adult depends tagged Heavenly. It was filled to bursting with, fluffy, soft, white cottony diapers. A nursery of cherubs pranced on either side of the package and down the long shapely legs of some model. "New sponsor?"
"Mods, if you see Chris from Idaho in the chat ban him."
Christmas was cancelled. She kicked the box into a corner, a toothy smile pulled tightly at her mouth. "Jokes on you, you actually spent money on those. Okay, s-so, so lets do something else!"
Goddammit. The internet never forgets.
Towards the twilight of her previous 24 hour stream things got a little silly...
The hardest trophy to obtain in [Random Game Title] was to beat Bevin while driving the Dust Devil.
A gif of her 'potty dance' had circled the internet for weeks. A digital eternity. In the Dojo scene it was a canonized meme, the greatest pop off in competitive gaming history. What did she have to do to cremate that memory?
"Someone found me the link? Sweet." she said with relief.
She pulled up the VOD of her match with player formerly known as Bushido Buck and stretched it across the screen. "Ooo! Look, look that's me. Aww, look how precious I was." Ophelia, a vision from a past life, scooted into the player cam throwing up a smile and a 'V for victory' sign. She had been on fire that whole day and it showed in her confident smirk, that same day she had left the scene permanently.
: OS hype analysis???
: What happeened during this set?
"Pfft. There's nothing to analyze..." Still, she allowed the video to play. Bushido Buck slipped into frame. He was an awkwardly assembled guy, cursed with a case of post-pubescent acne and bushy hair. Buck plugged his controller in and selected his fighter: Vainglory. An 8'1" indomitable knight wielding a blade that cleaved the screen in half. Ugh. Talk about male power fantasies.
Oph chose Nuya, Pink Succubus Alt costume. Nuya had been her character of choice since day one. She was a three thousand year old Heilin witch, a glass nuke and a noob annihilator. She was too unwieldly for the average player to use effectively (her combos were too quick and complex) and anyone that knew how to input her Wraith Bondage spell could destroy any newcomer.
The first match was all flash and showboating on her end. She spent the first three minutes trying to activate a secret taunt and the next dancing in out of Vainglory's ridiculous range.
"Heheh. I swear you can't touch me in this game unless I want you to." On screen Nuya stopped mid-combo to stretch erotically, wiggling her booty at the screen just as Vainglory caught her with a swipe of her sword deleting half of her health bar. Past and Present Oph cringed at the same moment, the jeers of the crowd were loud enough to break the time barrier. "Such a tryhard." she muttered.
: triggered
: Taunt to get bodied combo XD XD
Nuya was a gamble to use in tournament. Too easily the opponent could spam counter and reverse one of her heavy damage moves back on her. Not to mention her health bar was one of the smallest in the game (game devs attributed it to her being female).
Game 1 was over in the next exchange, Vainglory had enough health to take trades like a champ.
The venue exploded behind Ophelia's player cam, a mob of faceless antis'. She had never felt such hate for her all at once before or again (at least in person). The crowd's excitement had pressed her on all sides like an Empire trash compactor.
Present Ophelia sank deeper into her seat trying to disappear into the cushions.
Past Ophelia looked shell-shocked, D-Day doom written all over her face, opposite her Buck was handing out high fives.The Vainglory player had leaned over and said something to her, the words lost to history and the crowds screams. The act of such a low-level player even speaking to her in the worst moment of her career had snapped something in her: her compassion.
"Actually, lets talk about Buck for a sec. Watching him is like a lesson on How to Play Like a Lame 101." A tilted Ophelia looked the same no matter the year. Her whole face went flush. Disgruntled, her brow creased tight. Her lips were puckered and pouty and eyes became hard black diamonds.
: ive never seen someone so mad
: she's going to blow!
"Just watch."
Game 2 started and Ophelia was on her opponent in an instant. A good Nuya player is patient baits a mistake and punishes with perfect execution. A great Nuya player turns plugging your controller into a mistake. Every guard Buck tried to muster, Ophelia was already inside. Every offensive was stuffed before the animation could start. Every counter cleaved only air.
Forty-five seconds to perfect Dojo's best stall-based character.
The crowd was silenced. Riding momentum and a Red Bull high, Ophelia had thrown an "offensive gesture" towards the crowd and numerous "hurtful comments". Fuck their safe spaces. And fuck the sponsorship it cost her. In the moment it had felt so good, and even now in the present she got a rush of pride.
Ophelia was in a hurry to get Game 3 going. Buck-toothed Buck's hands were shaking and his eyes were locked a thousand yards past the game screen. The next game played out much like the last, except a randy sword swiped fucked up her perfection. The crowd boo'ed her as she walked off stage, that was as good as praise in her book.
Swiveling in her chair, she popped the tab on a new soda. "I mean props to him for taking a game I guess, but come on, I was barely warmed up that day and he stage-striked to Dojo, the only square stage just so he could camp the corner. And that's just his play, I'll be nice and won't bring up the warzone on his face."
: Yo someone link Buck
"Go ahead." Oph was always the type to back up her trash talk. "Ugh. Camping triggers me. Ones in the chat for viewer battles in Honorbound."
FPS' focused her anger and she was back to her regular self within the hour.
"O, how long have you been streaming."
"Um... sixteen hours I guess?" Oph's fingers danced across her controller. Caffeine made her play at another level. The trade off? She tied her legs in knots and choked her bladder.
"Shiiit."
Two voices laughed in the discord chat. L-Ment and KesaStar had joined Oph when her energy was waning an hour back. Their arrival alleviated some of the pressure of entertaining 7,68-
"Warning!"
7,690 viewers. "Ayy! Welcome sub 49,789."
"Wait, BlackBeltBuck?" L-Ment read, his voice heard strained through a garbo mic.
Ophelia wasn't paying attention. She was too busy trying to hold point in Blitzkreig armed with a toothpick for a knife and spitballer for a gun, the rest of her team had fallen away and scavenged ammo was all she had.
"The one that just won Not In My Dojo?" Kesa asked. "O?"
"Fuck! Got sniped. GG." Ophelia cracked her fingers and scanned the results screen, happy to see her tag crowning the list. "Did someone need me?"
"Yeah, check your sub feed."
She was getting ready to do just that when she heard her door bell cut clean through her headphones. Ophelia blinked, pixels dancing in her eyes, and removed her headset. The gamer rose on numb legs and gave her back a good stretch.
She never got visitors. The only people that rang her doorbell were postal workers and they ditched after the first ring. Whoever this was they were spamming it. "I'm coming!" she yelled over the clangor.
Ophelia rose on her tiptoes to see through the peephole and got a look at the back of a man in a blue uniform. "If I'm being raided I swear to God..."
"What?" she asked swinging the door open.
It was some teenager, annoyingly taller than her. "Pizza." he said perturbed. He indicated the greasy box in his hand and tipped his visor.
"Oh... I didn't order a pizza."
"And I didn't ask to work a Friday night shift." Ophelia hated teenagers, she was short enough to be mistaken for one of them and had been treated like a highschool freshman since she was one . "Large pepperoni? $16.85."
"Don't expect a tip, kid." she growled and went back inside for her purse.
"I'm back!" She greedily snacked down the first slice. "Thanks to whoever ordered me the pizza." she said through munches.
"Didn't your parents teach you not to take food from strangers?" Kesa scolded.
"Ow hot!" Stringy cheese snapped off the slice and tomato sauce singed her tongue. "No whats up with my sub feed?"
Her chat was in a frenzy. New comments popped up faster than she could read. Not unusual. But the walls of emotes and drama-alerts gave her some pause.
"It's me." Ophelia chewed in silence. That voice wasn't familiar. She swallowed. L-Ment was always inviting his friends to her chat, for such a cool guy his friends were animals. Tonight she didn't have the energy to fend off their pleas to 'cyber'. "Buck."
"L-O-L." she grinned. Playing it cool, she scooped up another pizza. Mumbled through mouthfuls, she welcomed him to the stream.
"He was begging me to invite him, and the chat was with it so..." She imagined L-Ment shrugging. "Gotta please the fans." Ophelia nodded in agreement. She had a policy about trash talk, she never said anything that she wasn't willing to back up. Buck wanted a rematch. She smiled, though she hadn't picked up Dojo in months she was still confident.
"I heard what you said."
"Yeah, I wasn't quiet."
"You still think you're the best, don't you? It's been a year and you're still trying to ride that fluke tournament."
"Fluke?"
"Yes, Fluke."
"Bro," L-Ment interjected. "She took out Dojo's top players without dropping a set, no way all of that happen by luck."
"I'm saying she should prove it."
Maybe it was the eagerness, but Ophelia couldn't stop bouncing in her seat. She was beginning to think that her retirement from Dojo was just her being silly and stubborn. Her fans wanted her back. Even her antis did. To be honest, she did want back in. If the competition was as stale as people said now, she could shake it up.
"I'm in."
"Huh?" Buck grunted.
"O!" Kesa and L-Ment both said, one in excitement the other in horror.
"You want a rematch, right?"
"Well, yeah. I was about to sa-."
"If we hit 50,000 subs in the next two hours we'll do a best of 5." She was already making the tweet. "Spirit bomb this shit. That's not too late past your bedtime is it Buck?"
Buck was thrown off, she could tell by the way he was starting to stammer. "I'll see you then, I guess." He ended the call and she giggled to herself.
"O, I don't think that was a good idea." Kesa chided.
"Relax." Oph rubbed her knees together, a hand unconsciously pressed against her crotch. Bloop! Her discord was popping off.
KesaStar~: O, go to the bathroom!
A pink glow colored her cheeks. Only now did she realize that her squirming wasn't just a sugar rush. She thanked Kesa for tact. "Uh, break time."
OS_NotFound: Thanks, mom! lol
She bounded off her chair, forcing herself to go slow to hide her desperation. As she duck walked out of camera frame and towards her bathroom, her foot caught on something. Oph righted herself before she faceplanted and glowered angrily at the cause. The box of diapers. The glowing models face smiled back at her, so content in her humiliating diapered state.
Ophelia finally relaxed on the toilet, her orgasmic sigh was half drowned out by the waterfall flooding her toilet. She had been holding so long that her nether regions felt numb. Ophelia had always been surprised at her bladders capacity, especially compared to its strength. For years she had been plagued with wet spots on her panties, and she blushed to remember the nine years it took her to stop turning her mattress into a water bed.
Finally done, she stood and wiped and moved to pull her panties back up when she noticed a familiar wet stain. She bit her lips, infinitely happy that she shared this secret with no one. "Fuck..." |
Authors Note: Thanks for the replies! I have a pretty general idea of where I want this story to go- I'm definitely winging it for the most part -so if you have any suggestions about where you want it to go full free to let me know.
"I'm back! Again."
"Guess how many subs?"
"Holy shit. Thirty!?" She clapped two hands around her mouth. This grudge match might really happen. Oph's hands found another energy drink to wash the taste of the pizza she had dusted off down. Seventeen hours in she was starting to feel the crash coming, she needed a big pick me up.
"Do you think that you should, like, study some of Buck's matches now?"
"Yeah, O. The meta's changed a lot since your day."
"You say that like I'm old." Ophelia still listened to her friends advice and pulled up the grand finals set at NIMD 2. "Shit, forty minutes long?"
"And there's a bracket reset."
"Fucking campers... Okay, let's get this over with."
Buck's matches were a slow crawl. Turtle paced. His opponent broke against him after the bracket reset which allowed Buck to smear him across the stage with a vengeance. Optimal. But laborious to sit through. "And this guy has fans rooting for him?"
"Some of them are in the chat right now." L-Ment noted.
"What are they saying?"
"You don't want to know." And Ophelia heeded Kesa's words. She was itching to get a controller in her hand again. She shuffled her legs. This type of play was a sin, and in the immortal words of Witchqueen Nuya 'You must be punished.' Ophelia felt her eyelids begin to sag and she sipped the rest of her energy drink hoping for a kick. Her skype bloop'd again.
KesaStar~: O!
OS_NotFound: What?
KesaStar~: Am I going to have to remind you every time?
OS_NotFound: i dont even have to rn >:l
But, before the bracket reset she could feel it. The dam was weakening and her legs were shaking on their own. She couldn't just leave unexplained again could she? She crossed her legs, now that the need was known she could not help but acknowledge it. There was a throbbing in her crotch, the swish of liquid sloshing with every desperate shaking shimmy in her seat. She leaned forward in her seat and adjusted the video dimensions to cover her webcam footage. Quiet as she could she got out of her seat and dashed to the bathroom again. Dodging the diapers this time.
She returned shortly. The rest of Buck's match barely held her focus, she was too busy ribbing people in the chat, or going on and on about expert plays she had missed out on or upsets that had slipped her radar. When the video finally ended she was desperate to play some Dojo.
Heart thumping, she booted up her console and let the Dojo Theme blast through her headphones.
"Momma's home."
Diving back in proved easier than expected. Nuya still moved as fast as she was used to, Oh's muscle memory kept her combos crisp, though fictional even Nuya seemed to be happy to see her back. While she was falling back in love with the game, more subs flew into her feed. She was in the late nine hundreds now, unbelievable growth. "L-Ment, get Buck in the call its time!"
Sure, she jumped the gun, but with her heart fluttering lack this she couldn't keep teasing herself. Ophelia wanted blood.
The viewer count had hit ten thousand for a late night (or early early morning) stream that was unheard of! She could hear a phantom crowd cheering her own, a fantasy. Not even at NIMD had she gotten any chants going. But she could pretend. Buck joined the call.
"It's about time."
"I'll make the room and you join up. Tournament rules, and best of five, 'kay." With a few clicks she was waiting in the lobby. Her heart had taken over her body, every beat was felt in her fingertips. She licked her lips in delighted anticipation. On screen, Nuya looked just as bloodthirsty. Slow as ever, Buck joined within a few minutes.
"Good luck, have fun."
She rolled her eyes and pushed start.
Nuya burst onto the screen in an explosion of black mist. Vainglory dismounted his horse and drew his bastard blade. The announcer screamed 1... 2... 3... Fight!
Ophelia refused to let Buck set up a defensive wall, with a quick dash she got into mid-range and attacked. Nuya's magic streamed outward as purple storm clouds. They swarmed her opponent draining him steadily of health. Wraith Bondage! While holding shield prevented Nuya from starting a combo, to free himself he would have to attack. Knowing this, Ophelia forced a charge and countered a sword swipe on reaction. Nuya disappeared and reappeared behind Vainglory. An explosive spell sent him sprawling onto the ground, or would have had Ophelia not inputted another spell to juggle him in the air.
Above Vainglory was vulnerable. He had no moves with enough to cover his underside before Nuya had her way with him. It was butchery.
Ophelia fell into the game, barely registering the oo's and ahh's in her headset or the frenzied chat. It was just her and Buck.
She dropped the combo. It was bound to happen. Ophelia was rusty. But Vainglory's health was in the red. She could finish him off. But flashes of their last match came to memory. She couldn't press her advantage now that Buck had found his footing.
Nuya backed off and weaved out of range. Vainglory marched after her slowly.
Ophelia sighed, this was the match up. She had to play careful. No matter how much she hated it. Still, her blood was boiling. Ten thousand viewers were behind her, she wanted to give them a show.
She felt a twinge in her bladder. Her eyes popped open wide. No! There wasn't time for this. Ophelia wiggled in the seat a hand started moving to her crotch but snapped back to the controller when Vainglory shieldcharged her.
Nuya screamed as the shield slammed against her. That move had been buffed, it now had armor on it meaning that you had to dodge it or you'd lose a huge chunk of your health bar. "There goes my perfect."
She shook the hit off and Nuya did as well. The witch bathed the knight in black fire but a raised shield protected him. Mana running low. She had to combo to get more and that was all but impossible.
Get in for a grab? But how when that was what he was waiting for. Nuya waited. Buck and Vainglory both waited. Ophelia whined into the mic. "Come on, ugh." She bounced her leg frantically.
Nuya dove in, he expected her to counter and so he hesitated. The distance was closed and she could attack but instead Ophelia made her character dodge back, Buck took the bait! It was a short swing but left him vulnerable enough to catch a face full of smoke. Trapped in the bindings Nuya taunted outside of attack range. "You must be punished!"
Game one was hers!
Buck didn't respond, instead he meditated letting her bask in victory.
"Good job, O."
"Watch his attacks though, you could have lost the match that way." L-Ment played the protector now.
Ophelia rocked in her seat, both feet thumping against her floor. "Tick-tock, Buck."
He counterpicked Dojo, as expected.
Ophelia was a momentum-based player, and at that moment she was riding an almost twenty hour high to victory. Was it any wonder that she got careless.
"Fuck!" A risky airborne attack was punished by another shieldcharge. It shaved off a chunk of her health bar and left Vainglory at full health. The knight retreated back first into a corner and waited. The only way to get him now was to get him off the ground or strike from above.She had already been punished for the one but the other...?
She tried. Nuya swept at his legs, he blocked, but Nuya was fast enough to avoid a counter attack. She tried another Wraith Binding. The knight withstood it all. She could waste more mana throwing out more Wraith Bindings but Vainglory would still have double the health.
Ophelia couldn't ignore it now. She was fucking desperate to pee. Worse than that her stomach was bubbling. God! Could something go right today?
Nothing was working. Attack after attack bounced off of that perfect shield. Of course Vainglory's defense wasn't impenetrable. That would be broken. But that just made it worse. Buck was predicting her offense, he knew what she was doing the instant, maybe even before, she did it. Her face went flush and brow furrowed.
Risking it all, she wasted the last of her mana with a Wraith Binding and raced in. Vainglory took the hit and waited. Nuya beat at his shield. But all in vain.
Buck weathered the storm and the game went to time. Vainglory waved his sword in victory.
"One to one."
Ophelia wanted to mute him so bad. Her stomach burbled again, her distressed bowels were working overtime. This discomfort wasn't passing like she hoped it would. It seemed to be getting worse, now coupled with her aching bladder was an overstuffed tummy.
Just have to win the next two. She didn't know if she could last till Game 5 with the games going all the way to time.
She had to think of something. The way these matches were going the winner was decided within the first few seconds. Whoever held the lead would prevail.
"I-i-i got this..." She told mostly herself.
Sweat was building on her forehead so she wiped it. She leaned forward in her racer, hoping to find a comfortable position. Instead, she went into game 3 hunched over and desperate.
Nuya was the faster character. She started the match with a rushdown and managed to chain few hits before that brick wall of a shield batted her away. An even trade. If she could do a few more of those maybe this match wouldn't go on so long and she could find time to get to the toilet.
Just the word made holding it all but impossible. A tell-tale hiss made a dime-sized stain on her sweatpants. She gasped. Sensing her distraction, Vainglory charged. Nuya barely evaded and caught him recovering with fiery hex.
Ophelia was writhing in her chair, thankful the webcam was covered.
He was hit! She could work with that, but on her attack she noticed something strange, he was walking through her hits. Fuck. She forgot the update had buffed these armored tanks. Weaker hits like most Nuya's combo starters didn't even make Vainglory stagger. The bastard blade chopped her health bar in two.
"2-1."
"B-R-B." Oph slammed her headset down and bounced out of her chair.
"She's stalling!"
"Am not! Just... One minute!" the pain in her gut told her that she needed more than a minute. She began potty-stepping her way towards the bathroom but stopped when she saw the package from earlier. No way.
But she had to win. And she couldn't keep going as desperate as she was. One more game lost and she'd lose everything. She moaned to herself, real tears pushing out of the corners of her eyes.
She dropped her pants and panties. Even alone in her apartment she was a little embarrassed. She choked her pride down.
Just a few steps away thousands of people were waiting on her so she had to hurry.
She ripped a crinkly, padded diaper from the pack, unfolded it and plopped her butt down on top. When was the last time she had taped a diaper onto anyone? Never? Thankfully, she grasped the gist of it quickly.
This was crazy. Was the bathroom still an option? No, not enough time.
Ophelia pulled the diaper tight against her crotch and pulled the tapes together. A rush job, but the thick cottony pamper held. She wrestled her sweatpants up and stuffed the top of the diaper down into her pants. She tugged her shirt as far down as it would go trying to cover the bulky undergarment.
Even underneath her loose clothing the diaper was visible, it's unyielding bulk and shape were obvious. But it would have to do.
Face aflame with anger and embarrassment she took her seat. It was like sitting on the softest bean bag chair. It rustled and crinkled with the slightest move. Seated, the diaper pulled tight against her crotch and made the pressure all the worse in her bladder.
Remembering what she was here to do, she put on her headphones and relaxed. "I'm back."
An ocean flooded the dry cotton. Warm, wetness swamped her pussy and worked its way to the seat. She let out a halted sigh, remembering where she was just in time. The diaper sponged the deluge of pee and impossibly expanded in bulk!
"It's about time."
"S-shut up." she whimpered. No one knew about her private shame but she was paranoid enough to think they did. Ten thousand pairs of eyes watching. Watching her pee herself. Watching her wet her diaper. She sniffled.
"You good?" L-Ment asked.
"Never better, let's just end this."
"Couldn't say it bet-." she muted Buck. The flow slowed and stopped, leaving her trapped in the hot, heavy soaked pants. She couldn't believe it. All of her pride at having found her independence from her parents, from anyone, and she found herself in a pissy prison taped around her waist?
Beat him, Oph. You have to beat him. Game 4. No longer desperate to pee, she and Nuya moved smoother. They found a rhythm, matched defense to offense to evasion and kept it even with the knight. Her combo meter hit double digits often but it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough.
Prrpblllph. A wet fart snuck out and nearly cost her the match. She cringed, hoping no one heard it and hoping that that gooey sensation between her cheeks was just her imagination.
Vainglory was moving back into position to camp but Nuya intercepted him this time. She appeared at his back and expended all of her charged up mana upon him. Just like in game 1 she juggled him overhead. All of her attention was sucked into the game.
She input every move like she was stabbing Buck with a knife. Vicious Nuya matched her ferocity. She was so invested. She didn't feel the next cramp or the twisting of her gut. One. Last. Hit!
"Two to Two!" she yelled.
"-There ya go!" L-Ment cheered. KesaStar echoed his praise, but Ophelia had left them behind. She was in her own world now.
Final round. There was no fanfare, just action. But in the moments waiting for the count down to end she felt her sphincter open. No! Not now of all times.
She was back on stage fighting Buck. Ten thousand people were in the crowd watching her. Except now, she was naked from the waist down, save for a soaking wet Heavenly diaper. The player cam focused on her rear end, watching the bulky white cotton rustle and shake as she squirmed to hold in her heavy poopy load.
Ten thousand people watching. Her reputation. Her unblemished winning record. It wasn't going to end here. She tried to take control of Nuya, but her fingers felt jammed. Vainglory advanced, a colossal warrior with stunningly, cold blue eyes.
Her body betrayed her.
"Uhhnnggh." She moaned dumbly, helplessly. Her anus stretched to accommodate the speeding mass that surged violently into diaper. No way this could be happening. The goopy mess spread thickly over both cheeks, accompanied by a great gassy burst that lifted her off her seat. The avalanche of shit didn't stop even when the seat was filled piling up higher and higher and squished up the back of her diaper until Ophelia was sure it was going to spill out the top. She was hypersensitive to the gross, slimy shit but powerless to stop it. The poopy explosion in her diaper bubbled and slowed until Ophelia was empty. The simmering, hot, heavy load settling into her seat.
"3-2." she heard Buck, unmuted, whisper in her ear waking her from nightmarish fantasy directly into another.
"Huh, wait what?"
"I win. By the way congrats on 50,000!" |
She grinded her fingers to dust. Remastering tech skill. Chasing a meta that had lapped her by over a year. She was still good. The hordes of broken wifi scrubs she left behind attested to it. Even the fickle twittersphere agreed.
'She hadn't gotten any sleep.'
'It wasn't a tourney standard set.'
'OS was out of practice.'
'She wasn't even warmed up.'
'LAG'
'And wasn't she drinking on stream?'
At least the conversation was on her skill and not... That other thing. Just the thought made her stomach grumble and cheeks blaze.
Oph dropped a combo in game. A combo she had practiced thousands of times until she could repeat it flawlessly with her eyes closed. Oph won handily. But groaned in agony. She couldn't play this game without Buck's taunts pinballing inside of her skull.
"That's enough for today, I guess." she told her chat, faking a yawn. BibleThumps rained down. She didn't bother with an outro and simply shut down her stream.
She slumped into her seat. The quietness of her apartment was getting to be claustrophobic. Oph bemoaned leaving though, she didn't want to be recognized by a fan (though rare it did happen). Besides, it was getting late. Post-stream marathon her sleep schedule had been fucked and so she was forcing herself to bed.
Nights alone were scary. Her bedroom was small, but darkness made it an infinite void. Ever since she was a child, Oph insisted on checking under her bed and her closet for monsters. Now that she was older, she blamed it on habit not fear.
After her check, and double check she all but dove onto her bed. She cowered under the blanket, clinging tightly to her (TEDDY), quaking at every sound.
Her apartment wasn't exactly a palace. It had its quirky faults here and there, like her microwave growling and setting her instaramen on fire, or the clang of the rusty water pipes coming from her bathroom.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
I should be used to it by now... She thought. But for some reason it sounded as if it were getting louder. She'd have to call the landlord tomorrow morning. If she reached morning. God, it felt like she had been in bed for hours but only ten minutes had passed.
To medicate insomnia, most 'normal' people would resort to counting sheep. Ophelia had a different strategy. She recited command lists, envisioning the sequence and pantomiming the inputs until the routine lulled her into sleep.
O, O, O, L (UP), Square, O-
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Her fear was spiced with anger. Now it sounded as if someone were banging pots and pans into a megaphone. Oph folded her pillow around her eyes and curled up in a corner of her bed away from the noise.
The gamer squeezed her eyes shut clung to her commands like a mantra. But the sound invaded even her thoughts. It wasn't getting louder she realized. It was getting closer.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
She shot upright, the issue of sleep set aside.
He was here.
He strode out of the darkness. His armor; blinding, pristine, silver steel clanged together with every step. Vainglory unsheathed his blade, his body was as broad as a wall and his sword was bigger. She shrank before him. Ophelia shielded her eyes from the impossible sight. But just when she felt the cowardice overwhelm her Nuya appeared.
She burst from the shadows, alive with purple fire. Somehow, she stood even more massive than Vainglory. The giant woman glowered at the intruder and cackled.
"Someone needs to be punished!" But before the two could clash in an explosion of fire and fury Oph awoke.
She sat upright. Breathless but still conscious enough to turn on her bedside light and scan the room for the nightmare knight. Nothing. She sighed and sank into her warm, wet sheets...
"Huh!?" She threw off her comforter and sprang out of bed, her sheets were soaked! And so were her pajama bottoms. The thick cotton fabric clung wetly to her thighs and butt. Ophelia peeled her pants off with a whimper. She hadn't peed the bed since... Her cheeks colored dark red when she remembered the disaster of a slumber party she had been to when was ten. This was almost as bad, except no one was threatening to humiliate her by posting pictures of her pissy sheets on Facebook.
The chill of the A/C blowing on her bare legs rescued her from a traumatic rerun of her childhood. There was much to clean up.
As luck would have it, it was laundry day. For her whole apartment building. She stumbled into the laundromat with a basket of her soiled linens and her clothes piled on top. Ophelia kept her head low, already half-hidden by her hoodie. She knew that a few of the people in her apartment had it out for her. Noise complaints. And like a Broadway ballet star wouldn't miss a step to embarrass her. She could feel their eyes on her as she searched for an open washer.
"Yo, I'm just finishing up, if you need one." She jumped at the voice. A man about her age had called out to her. Oph mouth creased into a slight frown but she dropped her basket, out of sight, next to his washer. She couldn't help but notice that he was very handsome. She was hoping he was one of those strong, silent types and would leave her alone but the gods were not kind.
"You new to the area?"
"U-uh, no." she muttered as he lackadaisical pulled his clothes from the washer. "I live in the Anderson Building."
"Oh yeah? Me too. Wait, Apartment 33?"
"Yeah, how did ya know?" she asked, hefting her heavy hamper.
"They told me about you when I moved in, some girl that never leaves her apartment and is always getting the cops called on her," he laughed. She wished she could delete herself from this conversation. "They left out the fact that you were cute, though."
Cute. Oph stiffened at the word. She hated when people called her cute. Cute should be reserved for kids and kittens, she was a grown woman.
"Here, let me help you with that." The man reached for her hamper of clothes and Oph swung away.
"No!" she accidentally yelled. "I mean, I got it, its fine." She struggled with the load and dumped it into the free washer. The man looked startled and tried to soften her outburst with a slanted smile.
"Oookay. See you around, maybe?"
Oph grunted and busied herself with fishing out some quarters.
She refused to leave her clothes alone for a second, so she sat in a corner of the laundromat and played a Castle Crashers on her phone and burned villages while she burned time. Oph had so much more power behind a keyboard or a screen. Much more than in relief where doing laundry was almost too much stimulation for her. The keyboard warrior was just about to complete her assault on the keep when a notification flashed on her phone.
@L-ment: Lan-Con tiks just dropped! You comin?
Finally, some good-fucking news! But then she stopped herself. LanCon was one of the most popular event in her area, and Oph was bound to recognized did she really want to face the world as OS_NotFound the Wifi Whiner?
As if sensing her hesitation through the wifi he sent her another DM.
@L-Ment: I heard Nuya's voice actress is going to there
@OS_NotFound: !?
@L-Ment: Yeah, there was a whole Go Fund-Me page to get her to come in cosplay too
@OS_NotFound: link me
@L-Ment: So you're in!?
For the first time in a while, the gamer girl was grinning from ear to ear. She only stopped when a cranky lady banged on her washer, yelling that it had been done for five minutes. |
When I saw this prompt, there was only one character I could think of that would wet herself like this. Enjoy!
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Day 15: Wetting on a dare Darkness (KonoSuba)
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The four adventurers sat around a campfire, chatting merrily. They had completed a quest to find a rare amulet, and had stopped for the night on their way back to the guild hall. Spirits were high and drinks were flowing freely. As the girls around him continued their conversation, Kazuma Satou stared into the crackling flames. An old memory began to stir, from way back before he had been reincarnated into this fantasy world, even before he had shut himself in his room.
“You know,” said Kazuma, “I went camping once back in Japan.”
“Huh!” scoffed Aqua, the goddess who served as the party’s Archpriest. “A shut-in NEET like you going camping? That’s rich.”
“I wasn’t always a NEET!” said Kazuma defensively. “I mean, I never was!”
“What was camping like, Kazuma?” asked Megumin, the explosion-obsessed Mage of the group, trying to defuse the situation.
“It was back when I was a kid,” said Kazuma. “I went with a bunch of classmates. It was kinda fun. We roasted marshmallows and played all these dumb games: hide-and-seek, rock-paper-scissors, truth or dare…”
“‘Truth or dare?’” asked Darkness, the Crusader of the bunch. “What’s that?”
“Well, it’s pretty much what it sounds like,” Kazuma explained. “You take turns asking each other ‘truth or dare,’ and choose one to do. If you back out of the dare, you have to do the truth, and vice versa.”
“Sounds like fun!” cried Darkness, her face turning red. Kazuma wasn’t surprised; the Crusader’s masochistic tendencies were an open secret.
“Yeah, let’s play!” Megumin concurred. Aqua also voiced her agreement and the game was on.
“Okay, Darkness,” said Megumin. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare!” squealed Darkness. “Dare dare dare!”
“Okay,” said Megumin, searching for an idea, “I dare you to… to…” Inspiration struck and she grabbed the bottle of liquor Aqua was nursing. “I dare you to finish this in ten seconds!”
“Hey, that’s mine!” Aqua protested, but Darkness wasn’t listening. She took the bottle and chugged it down in half the time Megumin had given her.
“Ahh,” said Darkness, hiccuping. “That h-hits the spot!” Aqua looked like she was about to cry, but Kazuma quickly stepped in.
“Aqua,” said Kazuma, “truth or dare?”
“Hmm,” Aqua mulled, her worries forgotten. “I’ll take the truth!”
“Okay then,” Kazuma got a wicked grin on his face. “I’ve been trying to figure this out since I met you: do you wear panties or not? I mean, I’ve tried to get a look, but…”
“What?” cried Aqua, blushing. “I refuse to answer that! I’ll take the dare.”
“Very well,” said Kazuma. “I dare you to show me your panties. Or lack thereof.”
“Hey, that’s cheating!” Aqua protested.
“Hey, no backing out!” said Darkness.
“Fine then!” Aqua stood up, turned her back to her companions, and lifted up her skirt. Her round, pale backside was on full display for a couple seconds before she covered up.
“Huh,” said Kazuma, “guess she doesn’t wear them.”
“I’m not sure,” Darkness argued. “She could be wearing a thong; we didn’t get a good look.”
“I dunno,” said Megumin. “If that were the case, it’d really be riding up her butt crack.”
Everyone laughed except Aqua, and the game continued.
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As round after round passed, Darkness started to feel all the liquids she drank flow through her. She didn’t say anything for two reasons: her enjoyment of the game, and her masochism. Darkness got off on any kind of physical torment, and holding in her pee to the point of hurting was always fun. It wasn’t her all-time favorite, but the upside was that didn’t require anyone to help; just a lot of liquid. Darkness crossed her legs and tapped her foot to try to hide her mounting desperation. She didn’t want the rest of the group catching on.
Darkness’ bladder filled up quickly, and was soon begging to be emptied. Darkness fought the urge.
Not yet, she told herself. Not until the pain kicks in. Ooh, it’ll feel so good! She shuddered with anticipation.
“Hey, Darkness! Darkness!”
“Huh?” The Crusader had been so wrapped up in her thoughts of torture that she didn’t initially. notice Kazuma calling her name. “Uh, what is it Kazuma?”
“It’s your turn now,” said Kazuma, a little irritated.
“I choose the dare!” Darkness exclaimed.
“No, no,” said Kazuma. “It’s your turn to ask me!”
“Oh. Kazuma, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Kazuma answered. Darkness thought for a few moments.
“Okay, between me, Aqua and Megumin, which of us do you find most attractive?”
“Umm…,” Kazuma faltered as he saw the other two girls glaring at him. “I changed my mind; I’ll take the dare!”
As Darkness tried to think of a dare, her bladder gave a painful spasm. Inspiration struck!
“Kazuma, I dare you to squeeze me around the waist,” she said. Trying to hold my pee while you squeeze it out of me! It’ll be great! Kazuma looked confused, but he followed the Crusader’s command. When he wrapped his arms tightly around her midsection, Darkness clenched her abdominal muscles until they burned. Despite her best efforts, she felt a bit of urine spurt out. She gasped in delight and Kazuma pulled away, sensing things were getting awkward.
If Darkness had been desperate before, it was nothing compared to now. Her bladder was continually throbbing painfully, more pee was leaking out, and she could no longer sit still. Darkness bounced up and down on her seat, her face red and her breathing heavy. It felt so good!
“Hey Darkness,” said Megumin, “truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Darkness gasped, barely able to form coherent words.
“Are you okay?” asked Megumin.
“Looks like she really has to pee,” said Aqua.
“Hmm,” Megumin’s face lit up. “I dare you to wet yourself.”
Darkness squealed in delight. Wet myself and be humiliated in front of everyone? Could it get any better?
“I’ll do it!” she cried ecstatically.
“Megumin, what have you done?” Kazuma groaned. Darkness wasn’t listening. Heart pounding with anticipation, Darkness allowed her bladder to let go. Her pee gushed out of her, soaking her panties in a matter of seconds and forming a massive puddle beneath her dress.
“Ooooh!” moaned Darkness, now drooling with pleasure. The release felt even better than the prolonged holding. Combined with the turn-on of humiliation, she soon felt another kind of fluid leak out. Darkness sat there, panting heavily, as her golden puddle continued to grow.
Minutes passed, and Darkness’ bladder still wasn’t empty. That was fine by her; she would have made the sensation of release last forever if she could. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and Darkness eventually felt the flow of urine slow down. After the last of it dribbled out, Darkness looked down at the results. The entire front of her dress was soaked, her panties were completely sodden, and she couldn’t believe the size of the puddle she had made.
“Ah, that felt good,” she sighed. “Um, can someone help me clean up?”
“On it,” said Aqua. “Purification!” With the goddess’ spell, all the pee turned to water. “There!” she announced with satisfaction. “That should wash out more easily!”
“Ahem,” Kazuma coughed. He looked embarrassed, probably realizing he had just watched one of his companions get herself off. “I, uh, think that wraps up the game. Let’s pack it in for the night.”
“Okay,” said Darkness, heading to her tent. But there’s no way I’m going to sleep just yet. I still feel… aroused.
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No, this won't be my last KonoSuba story... |
Ally awoke to her phone alarm blaring. 4 AM had come too soon. She had been up drinking and Skyping with her friend, and hopeful boyfriend, Sasha. He lived four and half hours away in Las Vegas. Ally had recently moved to Long Beach, CA looking for a new beginning after a very horrible break up with her ex, Emily.
Things had spiraled into something Ally didn’t like. And although her boss was an amazing person at work, the relationship soon turned into something she hated. Emily was very controlling of her and had even become belligerent towards her one night. Emily controlled everything she did, including when she ate, drank, and even when she was allowed to go to the bathroom.
At first, Ally had enjoyed it. It was fun and thrilling compared to her past relationships. But soon she contracted a UTI from holding her pee back so much. Emily quickly blamed her for not taking care of herself and things had begun to go downhill after that. Once Ally recovered, Emily insisted she return to the previous way of her being in charge. Ally disagreed and that’s when the fights began. It hadn’t even been a month after before Ally couldn’t take it and called the police.
The next day, she quietly and quickly packed as much as she could into her car and headed west. She didn’t know what she was going to do or how she would live but she was following her dream lifestyle at the expense of her dream job. Ally found a nice studio apartment in Long Beach that was a month to month rent agreement. Not ideal but it would help her get on her feet again. Soon after, she found a job as a Pharmacist in a local pharmacy just a few minutes walk away. Everything was falling into place again.
It had been months since she even remotely held her pee for fun. She loved it so much but was still recovering from what happened with her ex. She wasn’t sure if it would bring her pleasure or pain. But she wanted to try again. And she had met a boy who seemed genuine. He was visiting from Las Vegas when they met at the beach one hot, summer day. She didn’t think much of it at first until they met again at a bar several hours later and a few miles away. She decided she was going to at least talk to him a bit first.
Ally decided she was going to go visit him after they had been talking for a few weeks. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen but she had also decided to get a hotel a few miles away so when she left him for the day, she wouldn’t have to make the trip again until the next morning. And it also gave her a chance to experiment with no distractions.
The drive to Las Vegas was very uneventful. She stopped halfway for a bathroom break and lunch. But otherwise, a pretty boring ride. She met up with Sasha around noon. The day spent the day hanging out at a local park. They had dinner not too far away at a cafe across from the park. The day had went magically. Better than expected. She had noticed towards the end of the day that neither had left for a bathroom break. “An odd thing to notice.” she thought to herself. They had made there way back to her car. Sasha had seemed kind of distracted in the last 20 minutes or so.
“Everything fine Sasha?” Asked Ally.
“Yeah, I just really have to pee but I don’t wanna miss a minute with you. Especially since you have to leave so soon and live so far away.” Said Sasha.
“Awww, that’s so sweet. But really, you can go to bathroom. I’ll wait for you I promise.” Said Ally.
“Uhm. Okay I’ll be right back!” exclaimed Sasha as he quickly sprinted away to the public bathrooms by the parking lot. He returned a few minutes later looking very relieved.
“Feel better?”
“You have no idea haha.”
But she did. She knew the feeling all too well. The two said their goodbyes and left. Ally was heading to the hotel an hour away. She was so happy that the date went well. She was also feeling intrigued to do a hold at the hotel afterwards. That wasn’t planned but after seeing Sasha needing to go quite bad, she needed to know if she still enjoyed it. If she could even let herself get desperate or if she was too scarred from Emily to let herself.
Ally checked into the hotel around 9pm. She could’ve made it home no problem as she was only a few hours away. But she decided against that and to enjoy her night. She had rented the Queens suite which included a jacuzzi, king sized bed, a stocked mini bar, and a massage chair. This was her night and she was going to treat herself. By the time she had made it to the room, she could tell she really had to pee. She hadn’t been since lunch time, and although she hadn’t consumed many liquids after, her bladder was nearly full. She debated with holding it longer or just go. But considering it was probably more than her body flushing water out, she decided to pee.
Her bladder must’ve started to shrink because when she peed, it was around 30 seconds give or take a few she guessed. Her body was healing still and it made her second guess the hold. She didn’t want to hurt herself. “I’ll just go when I’m at a 7 or so. That way I’ll feel the sensations but won’t push it too far.” she thought to herself.
Ally took off her all clothes and dawned a silk robe and her favorite pair of panties. She made her way to the kitchen to start drinking some water and begin the process of filling. She returned to her seat and turned on the TV. A good TV show will help pass the time. About 10 minutes later, she had finished her first glass of water and returned to get another. She decided to chug it all at once. She refilled the glass for the third time and returned to her seat again. The air in the room was kind of chilly, a mere 65F degrees. No wonder she was shivering. She quickly changed it to 70F and went to find her some yoga pants and a cozy sweater.
About 20 minutes had passed and her bladder was filing up. She was nervous. This was a milestone for her and she hoped it would aid in her recovery from Emily. She was still very cold but her shivering had subsided. She was thinking the water had caused the shivering and was warming to her body temperature now. Her urge couldn’t be more than a 3/10 at this point. She was impatient but ready. She had finished glass number 3 and went to get her final one now when her phone rang. It was Sasha.
She quickly answered and the butterflies consumed her. She was so happy to be taking to him that she forgot how much water she drank and even that she had to pee. About 30 minutes had passed when an overwhelming urge to pee hit her like a brick. She wanted to keep talking but didn’t want to go too far with it. She wanted very much to keep talking but was scared to push it. She decided she would talk for five more minutes before hanging up and going. Those five minutes were agonizing. She couldn’t hold still. The crossing and un-crossing of her legs, pushing her thoughts together, and sitting straight as an arrow. It wasn’t helping much. She knew the only thing that would help would be to relieve herself. As much as she hated to do, she had to get off the phone and go pee or else she was going to explode all over the floor.
“Look, I hate, HATE, to do this but I’ve gotta go. I really need to use the bathroom or I’m gonna have an accident if I wait much longer. I’m sorry!” exclaimed Ally. At this point, she had shoved one hand into crotch and was rocking back forth fo help hold the imminent flood.
“No, no, no it’s fine Ally! I promise! But first, I’ve gotta ask, was this an accident or do you do this stuff for fun?” asked Sasha.
“What do you mean?”
“The bathroom. Did you wait to go on purpose or do enjoy holding it? Cause I’ve heard of girls who like and I’m just wanting to get to you know you better.”
“Uhhh, it’s complicated but yes I like it. But I’ve seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY, have to go. I’ll call you back soon I promise!” stated Ally as she hung up the phone. She quickly dashed to the bathroom. She went to rip her pants off and stopped. “What if I wet myself?” She whispered to herself. Her bladder was screaming and she couldn’t hold still.
Ally stated directly at the toilet and then at the shower. She had both hands shoved between her legs trying to contain herself. She was well past her limit of 7/10 by now. She was dancing around, hopping from foot to foot. This level of desperation had been unknown to her for many months and she had missed it. She was starting to feel a slight pain in her bladder and she knew she had to end this NOW. But how?
Her bladder was screaming at her. “Screw it!” Said Ally. She ripped her pants and underwear down and jumped in the shower. She didn’t even have to try and let go, it just happened. A torrent of pee gushed down the drain as it forced its way out of her bladder. An orgasmic-like moaning accompanied the splashing sound of the pee running down the drain.
A few minutes had passed and the stream had stopped. She was trembling. Her muscles ached and her adrenaline still racing but she was hooked again. Not once did she think about Emily during the hold or release.The pee had splashed all over her legs and feet. A hot shower sounded heavenly after that. And it would be good for her muscles’ recovery too. She slowly removed her sweater and shirt and turned on the shower.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the shower. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in months. Not since everything had happened. Ally put on a robe and crawled into bed. She couldn’t wait to talk to Sasha again, especially after the last question he asked. She finally felt happy with herself again. |
Finishing off a nice can of soda was nice right before class, a way to relax and clear your mind right before lecture but there is one small roadblock. A friend who has recently discovered you have your own set of kinks and he seems very keen on indulging them despite the full attending class of students.
He’d make sure you were prepared for class and for the emanate struggle as you start to head to the bathroom but he grabs you by the arm and pulls you right into the classroom, a sly smile on his face as he gives a scolding tone, “Uh uh no peeing, you just went a bit ago” as he pulls you to your seat.
He knows you wouldn’t possibly make it through class. He sits behind you and whispers into your ear “No peeing you got that? You’re gonna be good right? So no peeing at all, you’re not allowed to go to that bathroom. I don’t care that it’s literally across the hallway. You can have your relief by hearing the toilets flushing during class”
He watches you as class begins, time slowly ticking by on the clock as your bladder fills and fills. The class looks ahead lazily but with you nearer to the front it almost feels like people behind you will begin to catch on if you squirm or shift. Every movement doesn’t go unnoticed by your friend behind you, he smirks and whispers again to your ear “Gotta piss already with that baby bladder? You’re not gonna have an accident in class are you?~”
“You better hold in every last drop” he whispers again before leaning back in his seat. Leaving you with your own filling thoughts and bladder. He must be planning something especially since he knows you’re not gonna last the entire class. He might even be prepared to loudly exclaim that you’re peeing when you inevitably do lose complete control.
Time continues to drag, the ticking clock taunting you with every click that passes. Letting you know that time is crawling by. You continue to fill and regret that final can of soda you had earlier before class, it's filling you too quickly and at this rate you won’t make it another 30 minutes.
You begin to squirm, your legs shuffle and your thighs squeeze together. You begin to tense lightly as everything presses to flood out of you. Your body begging to let go and open up the dam wide to let a personal waterfall gush out onto the classroom floor but you continue to hold it back with all your might.
The friend behind you then decides to do something cruel, from behind he starts to uncap a water bottle and drinks a bit of it, slowly bringing it to your ear and starts to shake it gently. The sloshing and swishing of the water inside is so clear that it's almost as if that's the only noise in the room. Each droplet splashing around the bottle feels as though it's causing pee to start rushing toward the exit.
“Do you hear that?~ All that sloshing swishing water I bet that’s what your bladder feels like right? Just so full and sloshy that it's just begging to burst out. You’re not gonna pee just yet are you my little water balloon?” he continues to swish the water bottle, each time seems like it's gaining more and more ground against you. Pushing and prodding for you to explode right there in class.
He then holds out the water bottle to you “Here, drink some of it” he coos, “I’m sure it won’t be so bad and besides you need to stay hydrated right?” he keeps the water bottle held out to you to show there is no escape from more hydration. It’s cold with condensation on the side. A droplet running down one side and dripping off to the floor as it's mimicking your soon to be leaks. The cold shocks through your palm straight to your bladder and you barely withhold a leak.
You drink but it feels as though every gulp drains straight to your bladder. Straight to where it needs to be the least right now as it adds to the ever expanding golden ocean. Every gulp only pushes your thighs closer together until your legs are near turning into pretzels, the pressure immense and unending. The class still has thirty more minutes to go and there is no way you make it out of here dry even if you run to the bathroom right this second.
“Do you have to pee? I bet you’re about to explode aren’t you?”
“Right here in front of all our class? There’s no way you’ll be able to hide it.”
You hear flushing coming from the bathrooms across the hall, the area of your relief so close yet so far as you struggle with holding in all you have, taking the water bottle back the friend leans in to whisper again “everything must feel like a filled water balloon, one wrong touch, one wrong move and everything will gush out. “You’re not allowed to pee yet though, you can’t pee just yet. Keep holding in every drop” he goes back to pretending to listen to the lecture, everyone else in the room seeming oblivious to your plight despite how obvious the frantic squirming has become.
15 minutes left of pure torture and you’re not gonna make it. Sweat drips down your forehead as your entire focus is dedicated to not peeing. Whatever the Professor is saying was lost long ago as your bladder flooded out every other thought.
You can’t hold on a second longer. The extra water filtering through and beginning to overflow as you feel a leak escape you. As your friend continues to try and encourage you with words to keep holding it in, that you are so close though now it's almost useless with how full you are.
You know any minute now despite your squirming, despite both of your hands gripping yourself with white knuckles that everything is about to spray out like a fire hose. You keep wiggling, you’re holding back for all its worth but it's no use. Another leak jets out past your hands. Enough strength behind it that it seems to have bypassed your underwear, jeans, AND hands as it arcs up and splatters onto the seat just loud enough for you to hear.
“You’re peeing already tiny bladder? Gosh I thought you could hold it in you were so close.”
You try with all your might, you try to hold back but it’s no use. You tense and you grip but despite everything you have done, your bladder has decided for you.
It’s slow at first as you struggle still, a few spurts burst out again then suddenly you’re going off like a sink on full blast. Your underwear near instantly soaks and your jeans follow soon after. Darkening and flooding as your seat pools with warm wetness. A hissing sound filling the air as students stop and lift their heads. Looking over at the fountain-like display in plain view. The Professor has paused in his writing on the board as he too looks over at your full blown accident. You whimper softly and you hear your friend chuckle behind you as the puddle fills the seat and starts to cascade and splash to the sides all around you. Creating a new larger puddle to cement your shame on the floor. Murmurs going around the class instantly.
“Oh my god they’re peeing themselves.”
“Why didn't they just go to the bathroom, it's literally across the hall.”
“I saw them drinking from a water bottle during class, maybe they’re into that stuff.”
“Whoa they’re really peeing.”
As the stream continues strong like a waterfall of pure euphoria streaming out of you and bursting forth into the world. The pleasure of relief filling the space where your bladder once filled. You’ve finally peed but at what cost as everyone keeps their eyes glued to you for every last drop. |
Like I said, a day late for this one. Hope it was worth the wait!
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Day 16: Shy bladder Amalia (Wakfu)
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Amalia Sheran Sharm, princess of the Sadidas, was not the most fond of her royal duties. All in all, she would have to say she greatly preferred her current life of adventure. Still, this lifestyle was not without its annoyances. She could do without the leering stares of her travelling companion Sadlygrove, for instance. Also, the boundless enthusiasm of little Yugo, another party member, could go from endearing to annoying very easily. And as much as she liked sleeping out under the stars, nothing could compare to a soft bed. In the end, it was sometimes hard for her to go without the comforts of a life of royalty.
Amalia and company were currently hiking through thick forest towards the next stop on their journey. The ultimate goal being Oma Island, where they hoped to find information on Yugo’s mysterious heritage. They were a long way from the sea now, however. The terrain was gruelling, especially given Amalia’s preference for going barefoot, and she could tell the others were feeling it as well.
Evangelyne, Amalia’s bodyguard and best friend, was the first to speak up.
“We should probably stop and rest soon,” she commented to the princess. “We’ve been walking for ages, and we don’t want to exhaust ourselves.”
“Agreed,” Amalia whispered, “but I don’t want to be the one to admit she needs a break.”
“Come on, there’s no shame in admitting it,” Evangelyne pointed out. Amalia was about to argue, but Yugo spoke up first.
“Um, everyone?” he asked hesitantly. “Could we take a little break? I kinda have to pee.”
“Sure, kid,” said Ruel, Yugo’s guardian and the elder statesman of the group. “Truth be told, I need to drain the dragon too.” He sighed. “Yet again. Ah, the joys of growing old.”
“Same here,” Sadlygrove added.
“Me too,” Evangelyne admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. She pointed to a thick cluster of trees up ahead. “In that case, boys on the left, girls on the right.”
With that, the party split up by gender. Once the guys were out of earshot, Evangelyne breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m glad Yugo brought it up,” she said. “I’ve been holding it in since we left town.” She lowered herself into a squatting position. “Amalia, do you need to go too?”
“No, I’m fine,” said Amalia.
“In that case, do you mind keeping watch for me?” asked Evangelyne. “In case Sadlygrove tries to peep on us?”
“Okay,” said Amalia, a little reluctantly. She turned away and heard the rustle of fabric, then a continuous splashing sound and a sigh as her friend began to pee. Amalia tried not to listen, not just out of respect, but because she was also starting to feel the urge to relieve herself. However, one of the effects of a sheltered upbringing was a shy bladder. Amalia couldn’t stand the idea of someone watching or even hearing her pee, even her best friend. During their travels in the wilderness, she had often held it in the entire day before sneaking off at night to do her business. Even then, she could only pee in complete silence; the slightest sound would cause her urethra to clamp shut.
Amalia squirmed as Evangelyne kept peeing, humming to herself as she sprayed the forest floor.
“Ooh, that feels good,” she sighed, inadvertently making Amalia wince. “I didn’t realize I had to go that badly!”
“Y-you don’t say,” the princess replied as a jolt ran through her bladder. Shortly after, the torturous pitter-patter of Evangelyne’s pee came to a halt.
“Ah, much better!” she sighed. “Do you mind getting me something to wipe with?”
“Sure,” groaned Amalia. She snapped her fingers and a few leaves fell from the trees above.
“Thank you,” said Evangelyne, grabbing them. She wiped herself off and stood up. “All done!” she called.
“Took you ladies long enough,” Ruel grumbled from the other side of the thicket. The group reformed and continued on their way, Amalia now needing to pee worse than ever.
Her condition only worsened as they marched on. Amalia’s bladder was jostled with every step, begging to be emptied. She cursed herself for her modesty and tried to hold it in.
We’re almost there, she tried to convince herself. It’s just a bit farther to the next town.
“Are you okay?” Evangelyne asked, noticing her friend’s pained expression.
“Fine,” Amalia lied, “just fine.”
An hour passed, and much to Amalia’s dismay, there was still no sign of civilisation. By this point, she was getting truly desperate. Her knees shook as she rubbed her legs together, trying to keep her pee from leaking out.
“How much longer do we have to keep this up?” moaned Sadlygrove.
“According to the map,” said Yugo, “we should reach town by nightfall.”
“Nightfall?” Sadlygrove and Amalia moaned simultaneously. He stared at her.
“I didn’t think a princess of the forest would be whining about this,” he teased.
“I am not whining!” huffed Amalia, stomping her foot in irritation. “I just- eep!” With her focus interrupted, she felt a single drop of urine leak into her panties. She fell back in shock, her face red.
“Amalia!” cried Evangelyne, rushing over to the fallen princess. “Are you okay?”
“No!” she finally admitted, searching for a plausible explanation. “I’m injured! Eva, stay with me! Everyone else, leave us!”
If I’m going to humiliate myself, Amalia reasoned, it’s best if only she sees it.
“Hmm,” Evangelyne muttered once the guys had gone. “You don’t look hurt. What’s going on?”
“I, um, lied earlier,” Amalia confessed, her bladder throbbing painfully.
“So... you’re not injured?” asked Evangelyne, confused.
“No!” cried Amalia. “I mean, yes I’m not injured. But I lied before that!” She blushed redder than ever before continuing. “I have to, you know, water the flowers!”
A look of confusion crossed Evangelyne’s face, then one of understanding.
“Ohhhh,” she said slowly as she realized. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I mean, there’s no need to be modest around me. We’ve taken baths together!”
“It’s not that!” said Amalia. “It’s… I… I have a shy bladder!” Evangelyne giggled at that, but quickly caught herself.
“Aw,” she said sympathetically, “so that’s why you never… hmmm. I think I know what to do.”
“What’s that?” asked Amalia.
“I’ll go ahead and tell them that you needed to absorb some life energy from the forest. Then you’ll be alone to do what you need to do.”
“You really think they’ll buy that?” Amalia questioned. Evangelyne shrugged.
“Hey, Sadlygrove will believe anything I tell him. And the others aren’t the questioning type.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Amalia. “Okay, we’ll go with your plan. Thanks, Eva.”
“Any time,” said Evangelyne. She ran off to spread the word.
Once she was alone, Amalia waddled over to a nearby tree, hands between her legs. She summoned some bushes behind her for additional privacy, then removed her skirt and underwear with trembling hands. Instead of squatting like Evangelyne, however, Amalia instead widened her stance and thrust out her hips. Making a V-sign with two of her fingers, she reached down and spread her labia. Her bladder relaxed and pee rushed out in a powerful torrent. The golden stream hit the trunk of the tree with a loud splash, sending droplets flying. Pee ran down the furrows of the bark, forming a foamy puddle on the soil below.
Amalia sighed in relief as she continued to water the tree. Peeing standing up was an essential skill for any adventurer, male or female. Luckily, Amalia had mastered it early on. Her stream was still going strong, so she decided to have some fun. She widened her grip and thrust her hips even further, laughing as her pee sprayed the bark at nearly chest height.
“Just as good as a boy!” the princess said with a grin.
Eventually, her stream lost height as her bladder began to run dry. Amalia took a moment to admire the massive dark patch she had left on the tree, then produced some more leaves to wipe with. Once she had cleaned up, she ran off to rejoin the group, humming merrily at the massive pressure that had been lifted from her.
“Well,” said Sadlygrove, “sounds like someone had a good time.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Amalia laughed.
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If you wanted to find Jennifer Mártez on the morning of July 10th, 2019, you could do so by arriving at London Euston at around 10:00AM, just after rush hour. From there, you’d need to get the tube- Northern Line- until you reached Goodge Street station, and emerge onto the intersection between Tottenham Street and Tottenham Court Road. Following the former all the way down to Pearson Square, you could cut through onto Riding House and then, finally, you’d find it: an Artisan coffee shop by the name of Kaffeine, and the kind of place you didn’t step foot in unless you were willing to spend a hefty amount on your ground beans.
Here the seats were wicker, the tables and fittings sleek black. Everyone in the place looked as though they had come directly from a designer clothes shop, all expensive sweaters and scarves and shoes. There wasn’t an unpicked eyebrow in the house. And there, at the back of the room on the highest table, sat the woman herself. She was dressed in purple, a branded blouse over denim jeans. Her skin was tanned several shades darker than its natural colour, as was the dye in her long, painfully straightened hair. An expert’s taste of the caffe latte in front of her would have revealed the almond milk inside in place of regular, and cinnamon was sprinkled across the foam at the top.
She wasn’t waiting long before the woman she was there to meet arrived. Keira Morgan was, at twenty-nine, six years older than Jenny, but she barely looked old enough to buy a drink in America. Her black hair was cut short, except for a fringe that hung so low that it was a miracle she could see beneath it. She’d been representing Jenny for four years now, since the latter got her first big breakthrough on Instagram, although it wasn’t always clear what exactly she did; sometimes Jenny felt like Keira’s main job was to make sure she got her own share of the profits at the end of every month. Today she wore the same thing as always- a fake tan and an even faker smile.
“Hi, sorry I’m late,” she said, bumbling towards the table and taking her seat. She hung her diamond-encrusted purse on the back of the chair before sitting, carrying in one hand a steaming cup of mint tea. “How are we today?”
Jenny smiled and nodded and played along with the facade, but the truth was that these conversations bored her. They’d bored her for several years now, ever since the novelty of being a minor celebrity- or ‘influencer’, if that was the correct term- had worn off in her early twenties.
It was only ever a matter of time before Keira found a way to start talking about what she really wanted to talk about. She’d always ask how Jenny was, but it was nothing but a nicety. Sooner or later they’d get to the point.
“So, ITV called and they said they’re not sure you’re famous enough to be on I’m A Celebrity, but they wanted to know if you’re interested in being a backup? It means you go to the hotel in Australia and wait there in case someone drops out”.
“Uh, sure, whatever,” Jenny said dismissively. Being paid for a holiday down under didn’t sound too bad to her.
“And Zoella’s agent called, he says she’s very sorry, but she doesn’t want to work with you again after last time”.
“That bitch,” said Jenny under her breath. “Okay, what else?”
“Well…” Keira said, sounding delicate, “it’s about those Gucci jeans. You agreed to have the review up on your channel by Wednesday morning, and it’s still not there. The sponsors aren’t happy. What’s up with that, Jenny? You’re not usually late”.
Jenny groaned inwardly. She’d been dreading this coming up. Taking another sip of her coffee, she prepared herself to recite the line she’d been preparing all morning.
“It’s fine. I’m taking care of it”.
“Taking care of what? Can’t you just review the damn jeans?”
“I said it’s fine,” Jenny insisted. She was beginning to get annoyed at Keira’s nosiness.
“Well, we need that video up as soon as possible. Where are the jeans, anyway?”
Jenny looked down.
“Jenny, come on. I know you’re not wearing them, or they would’ve blinded me when I got in the room”.
Still, Jenny said nothing. She didn’t know what to say.
“Jenny… don’t tell me you lost them?”
Jenny shook her head. “I threw them out,” she croaked.
“You what?” Keira looked like she might have an aneurism. “You threw out a pair of Gucci jeans? Those things cost the sponsors twelve-hundred pounds, what the hell were you thinking?”
“It wasn’t my fault, okay?” Jenny whined defensively, sounding like a wounded animal. “I had to throw them out, they were ruined”.
“Ruined how?”
Averting her eyes, Jenny looked in her mind again for another lie. When none came, she tried a different tactic: deflection.
"It doesn't even matter, I called the Gucci people and they won't replace them".
"Well of course they won't, those jeans are worth more than a grand!"
"So? Companies usually replace stuff like that for me!" Jenny complained. She really couldn't see how any of this was her fault.
"Just tell me what happened to the jeans. Maybe I can twist a few arms, get you a new pair, as long as you tell me what happened".
"I don't want to talk about it".
"Jenny, get your shit together. I'm the one who gets in hot water if this review doesn't come out soon, so you'd better at least be straight with me".
Jenny waited, sighed, sipped her coffee again. Keira had her cornered. It was looking like she'd have to try the one thing she rarely did: be honest.
"Okay," she said finally, "I'll tell you. But I have to warn you, this story doesn't paint me in a very good light..."
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Keira leaned forward eagerly, her face more than a tad pale. She looked very much like a woman who was trying to figure out what the kid she was supposed to be managing had done to wreck a £1,200 pair of jeans, and was already wondering how she was going to find the money to replace them. Jenny rarely had to worry about the financial side of things- she simply made the content and collected her payslips. It was Keira who suffered when things went wrong.
“Well, come on,” she said, “how bad can it be?”
What she wanted to say was I’ve been clearing up your mess for four years already, but Keira kept that part to herself. Working with unpredictable, self-centred young people, restraint was her specialty. An outburst often seemed sorely tempting, but on a bad day it would lose her a client. There was no point getting worked up now.
“I started making the review on Monday, just like we planned,” started Jenny.
This was surprising news to Keira. She’d assumed that the girl had just been too lazy to start on time, causing the delay. But this reveal only made her more suspicious. A strange thought crossed her mind.
“Is this about Jimmy?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Jimmy was their video editor, who worked from his home in the south of the city. He did good work, but could be a little too slow for Keira’s liking at times. She’d long since guessed that Jenny had taken a bit of a shine to him, hence why she might be covering for him here. But the girl put that train of thought to bed right away.
“No, Jimmy never even got any footage. I didn’t even get the chance to film anything”.
“What?” Keira could hardly believe what she was hearing at this stage. It was one thing to find out that Jenny had wrecked these incredibly expensive jeans, but the fact that that she hadn’t even recorded the smallest bit of footage with them was another level of serious trouble.
“I was out that day, wearing the jeans, going around town like usual,” explained Jenny. “I only go out for a few hours, usually, just to see how they are”.
“How they are?”
“Yeah, how they are,” Jenny snapped, “you know… are they comfy? Do they draw attention? Stuff like that”.
“Okay, I can follow that bit,” Keira said, “but how did you manage to wreck the jeans? It’s London, for God’s sake, not a bloody swamp”.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Jenny huffed again, starting to lose the slippery cool of her on-screen persona. Keira could tell that this was bothering Jenny, and bothering Jenny was not an easy thing to do. Whatever had happened, it was probably one of two things: embarrassing or illegal.
Keira didn’t much care which: she’d been doing this job for a long time, and covering up her client’s scandalous off-camera misdeeds was just part of the package. She’d seen it all- drugs, prostitutes, fights. The tabloids ate that kind of stuff up like it was candy, and it was her responsibility to make sure they never found out. She rarely failed. So she was starting to lose her patience. If Jenny cooperated then they would stand a much better chance of fixing this- whatever ‘this’ was.
“Listen, kid,” she growled, adopting a tone she reserved only for those rare moments when she knew she needed to instil a little bit of fear into a client’s mind, “I don’t care if you dropped them in the Thames or swapped them for a gram of coke. I just need you to tell me the truth, or we’re never going to work this out”.
Jenny swallowed. She was cornered. In that moment she looked less like one of the world’s most powerful social media stars and more like the unqualified, friendless early-twenties gossip girl she actually was. After a pause that seemed to go on forever, she opened her mouth.
“I was... ill,” she said delicately.
“What, you mean you threw up on them?”
“No”.
“Explain,” ordered Keira.
“I was in Piccadilly,” she said dully, “I went to get food, and then I started getting stomach cramps”.
Keira’s heart sank. She knew now exactly where this story was headed, and it wasn’t good. If her suspicion was right, there was no chance the jeans would have been salvageable even if Jenny had held onto them.
“Oh, Jenny,” she groaned, almost feeling something approaching sympathy, “why didn’t you just go? It’s Piccadilly, there’s bathrooms everywhere. You can’t move ten feet without walking into one”.
“You know I can’t go in public toilets,” Jenny whined, “they’re dirty and full of people. And what if someone recognises me? It’s bad for my image”.
Not for the first time at that meeting, Kiera found herself wanting to tell Jenny to grow up and get over herself. But she didn’t. Instead she said “isn’t crapping yourself worse for your image?”
“Well, yeah,” Jenny said, her face turning red, “but I thought I could make it home. I was only half an hour away”.
“Jenny, you have the worst bodily control of anyone I’ve ever met,” Keira said bluntly, “what the hell made you think you could hold it?”
She wasn’t mincing her words, but Keira was right about that: Jenny had always been supremely accident-prone, to an extent that was almost unheard of amongst women of her age. Keira knew (through her slightly illegal readings of Jenny’s medical records) that doctors had agreed that there was nothing medically wrong with her, and yet she seemed to wet herself at least once a month and mess herself a couple of times a year, too. It was a mystery to Jenny, but Keira thought she had a good idea of why it happened: Jenny was careless, cocky and lazy. She would rather check her phone for two minutes than use the bathroom before leaving the house, even if she knew she wouldn’t get another chance to empty herself for hours. And, predictably, that led to some humiliating accidents, which Keira usually had to try and keep out of the public eye.
She still had some avid memories of her first experiences in this field. Oh, she’d been younger then, and far more naive than she’d become in the more recent years. That more optimistic, less hardened, happier Keira- the pre-Jenny Keira- had never in a million years expected that so much of her job would consist of babysitting what essentially boiled down to a badly toilet-trained kid. So, when Jenny had wet her pants for the first time in front of Keira, she’d had no idea what to do.
They had been at the Shorty Awards, one of the premium events in the social media world. Jenny was almost brand-new to the scene, and Keira had only just taken the girl under her wing, seeing in her the potential for huge popularity (and a hell of a lot of money) that most agents didn’t notice until the contract between the two women was already signed and sealed. Had Keira spotted Jenny and tried to acquire her as a client just a couple of months later, it would have been too late- she blew up a few months later, gained half a million followers in a few weeks, and by then she wouldn’t have looked twice at a small-time rep like Keira. Then Keira would surely have run out of money and been forced to quit the industry for a safer job. For that, she was grateful to Jenny, even if she didn’t much respect her.
The evening had been going smoothly. Jenny didn’t win anything- she was still a newbie, after all, and couldn’t compete with the big names of that era like Zoella or Pewdiepie- but she was nominated in two categories, so her presence was expected. Only at the end of the night did Keira have any more to do than smile and clap politely. Right after leaving, pushing through the crowds to emerge onto a bustling New York street, Jenny had turned to Keira with panic in her eyes.
“Shit, Keira, I really need a wee,” she’d whispered.
Keira remembered that, at the time, she’d been no more than a little confused. Jenny was young, sure, but she was still an adult and there didn’t seem to be any reason why she couldn’t have just gone in the Times Centre. There’d been no warning, no sign at all that the girl needed the bathroom until then. So Keira assumed- wrongly- that she’d have no problem holding it until they got back to the hotel.
“We’ll be home in fifteen minutes,” Keira had said impatiently, not understanding just yet what the fuss was about.
But Jenny wasn’t having any of it. Now it was clear to see the way she’d been squirming, thighs glued together, knees bent as she walked. “I don’t think I can hold it that long,” she whined.
Uncomfortable, Keira had pressed on anyway. She was sure that Jenny had to be exaggerating. Nobody went from neutral to desperate that quickly, unless the girl had some kind of incontinence-inducing medical condition which she’d failed to disclose in her contract. So she’d simply assumed that everything would be fine and it would all end with Jenny taking a nice long piss in the hotel toilet.
How wrong she’d been. They’d only been walking for a few minutes, heading to the nearest Subway station, at the end of 8th Avenue. That was when it happened. Right outside the stairs that led down towards the station, still surrounded by people, when Jenny had suddenly stopped. By the time Keira had realised that she’d left her client behind and turned around to find her frozen on the spot, it was too late. In the fluorescent lights of the high street, there was no mistaking the rivers flowing out from behind her short black shirt and down her legs. For a moment, while Jenny stood and stared in shame at the puddle forming beneath her, Keira was too shocked to do anything. Then she’d spotted a guy, no older than maybe twenty-five, pointing his phone camera at Jenny and laughing.
At that, she’d snapped into action, almost gleeful to finally get the chance to do the part of her job she was best at. This was the part of her job that made her feel alive. Reputation was everything, and if this news got out then Jenny’s fledgeling reputation would take a hit it couldn’t afford. And that meant Keira losing income, which she literally couldn’t afford. She grabbed the man’s phone and swiftly pocketed it before marching Jenny away and into the first taxi she saw, happy to pay the cab fare if it meant nobody else saw her client with piss all down her legs. That night Jenny had been too embarrassed to say much. Only the next day, over breakfast, did Keira coax the truth out of her: Jenny had always been accident-prone, even though doctors said it was purely psychological. This was hardly earth-shattering news, but Keira wished she’d gotten a heads-up.
Since then there had been countless more accidents, and over time these bizarre moments had turned into something Keira had never expected: A normal part of life. There was no longer anything surprising about Jenny admitting to her agent that she was bursting for the toilet, and she'd grown so used to it now that she knew exactly how to tackle the situation. In fact, Keira had gotten into the habit, whenever out somewhere public with Jenny, of finding out exactly where the nearest bathrooms were so that she could get her there in time if disaster struck- which it often did. The result of this was that Jenny's accidents had gradually grown less and less frequent. Emergencies were just as common as ever, it was simply that fewer of them ended in a soaking these days.
Poop accidents were a different story. They were by far less frequent that Jenny’s wetting incidents, although still far more common than almost any other adult in England, Keira was sure. That meant that, fortunately, Keira had rarely had to deal with it personally. They tended to happen while Jenny was on a night out with her friends, at a restaurant or (sometimes) just lounging at home and leaving it too late to go to the bathroom. Only twice had Keira been present when Jenny had dropped a load into her pants: once on a publicity day at a theme park and once while they were at a photoshoot in London. From those two days, she thought she had a pretty good grasp of how Jenny’s bowels worked: she would get a sudden urge, and then have maybe half an hour to find a bathroom before things got too desperate, the need overwhelmed her and she had an accident. And when that happened, well… it was enough to say that Jenny’s dumps were never small. That was why Keira had known that the jeans were beyond help as soon as she’d figured out that Jenny had pooped in them. If Keira crapped herself, the damage would probably be limited to the underwear- not that she’d ever done it. There was no chance of that with Jenny; the loads were far too big.
“I just thought this time might be different,” Jenny protested, even though it was quite clear that the real reason for her not making it was her snobbery. She thought she was too good for a public bathroom and preferred to risk messing herself than to set foot in one… which was just one of the many reasons why Keira had come to view her as a conceited, spoilt kid. She supposed she was partly to blame for that. At the end of the day, Keira was one of the leading figures in Jenny’s transformation from a fairly normal kid into a diva.
“Jesus Christ, Jenny,” she said, unable to hide her frustration, “what happened next?”
“I got on the tube, and it was really embarrassing. I had to keep bouncing around and squirming everywhere. I looked like a kid”.
“Did anyone recognise you?” asked Keira. She couldn’t give two shits if Jenny was embarrassed, as long as the internet didn’t find out about it. This was the bit that really worried her. Once something got on the internet it was there forever. She’d seen someone on Reddit once talking about the incident in New York, but that didn’t bother Keira: barely anyone would ever read the thing, and even if they did, they were unlikely to believe that a grown woman would wet herself so publicly like that. More likely, people would assume that it was just a lie told by a bitter troll. This was different, though, because Keira hadn’t been on that tube train to make sure nobody saw her client wriggling like a child from an urgent need to shit.
“No,” Jenny said with a quick shake of her head, “there were only, like, three people on the carriage and they were all super old. I doubt any of them knew who I was”.
Keira breathed a sigh of relief- one less thing to worry about.
“But then I farted. I couldn’t help it, it just came out. I thought it might be silent but, like, I’m pretty sure everyone on the train heard it”.
Jenny looked mortified, but the woman opposite her almost wanted to laugh. Her personal view was that a little embarrassment every now and then was exactly what Jenny needed to keep her feet in some semblance of contact with the ground. Again, though, that wasn’t something you said to your boss, even if she was a superficial brat.
“Okay, so what happened next?” Keira pressed, hoping to find out as much as she could. The damage to the jeans was done, but she needed to know exactly what other damage she might need to clean up. The devil was in the detail. “I need you to tell me everything”.
“What? Why?” Jenny asked, looking horrified. She seemed to have thought that she would come into this meeting, explain that she’d lost the jeans and there would be no further questions asked. The reality that she was currently being faced with was far more uncomfortable- and awkward- than that. Which was ironic, for several reasons.
Around her friends (if you could call them that), Jenny wasn’t remotely shy with things like this. Keira knew that because she’d read plenty of their group chats on WhatsApp, although Jenny could never find out about that, of course. Some would call it an invasion of privacy- okay, almost everyone would call it an invasion of privacy. To Keira, though, it was a necessary evil. It was vital that she made sure the public kept seeing Jenny in a good light. Reading Jenny’s messages was the only way to get some peace of mind that she wasn’t going to do anything controversial or scandalous- blackface, for example, or cocaine. Besides, it was hardly difficult. All of Jenny’s passwords had been password for as long as they’d known each other. And if it was true that Jenny going down would take Keira down with her… well, wasn’t she just doing what was best for both of them?
She didn't need reminding of the most recent of these conversations that she had, ethically or not, been reading for at least three years. It wasn't something Keira enjoyed, or at least she liked to tell herself that. It meant she had to see everything, from Jenny's mundane conversations with her dad to risqué sexting with random boys to risky exchanges with her weed dealer. Keira was keeping tabs on this last one, just in case he ever felt like running his mouth off to the tabloids for a few easy quid. For her part, Jenny probably thought Keira had no idea she even smoked.
But the one that came to Keira's mind at that exact moment was from just a week before their coffee shop meeting. She'd logged onto Jenny's WhatsApp account just after lunchtime, using software she'd downloaded that made her undetectable, and was surprised to see Jenny and a few of the parasites she called her posse in mid-conversation. While it was certainly not the first toilet-related chat she'd read on Jenny's profile, it was one of the few that she didn't forget immediately after reading. She could remember it so vividly that the exact words were almost imprinted in her brain. They’d been in the middle of some boring chatter about a stupid TV show when Jenny had changed the subject.
Ugh, I really need a poo, she’d written, followed by some annoyed emojis.
Me too, but way too lazy, had come a reply from Phoebe, one of the rich kids Jenny knew from school.
Nah, like really REALLY need a poo, Jenny had said, I can feel it poking out
I did a huge one this morning, another girl wrote, accompanied by a purple devil face, but you talking about it makes me need one again. This one was named Zara, and she was usually the one who bought the drugs to a party as far as Keira could work out.
Can’t be fucked 2 get up, Jenny explained. Just did the worst fart everrr.
Lol
Had like three cups of coffee this morning, said Phoebe, it always makes me have 2 take a dump.
Yeah coffee goes right through me, I need a wee as well, Zara had agreed.
Always need a piss when I need a shit x Jenny had said. Keira had watched this conversation unfold with a mixture of disgust and amusement, most of it no more interesting than what she’d already read, until:
When ur busting for a poo but the bed is so comfy, came a message from Jenny, accompanied by a gif of an angry young girl.
Just poop the bed, said Phoebe.
Lol- Zara again.
Mmmmm I might do it, Keira had read. Until then she’d assumed Jenny was joking, but that message made her eyes widen and her back straighten. It’s really desperate, don’t know if I can hold.
What- seriously? Phoebe asked.
Do u dare me? 😉 came Jenny’s response, can always clean it up later x
Phoebe had hammered out her reply quickly, followed by plenty of shocked faces. I didn’t think u would acc do it!!!
Then had followed one of the most shocking things Keira had read in three years of checking her client’s messages:
Nah, can’t make it 2 loo, its coming out. A relieved emoji.
Rn?!?!?!???
Yeah x couldn’t hold it anymore
OMG!!! ur shitting the bed?
Feels amazing! Jenny had said, oh shit, I’m weeing too. Can’t even stop it.
Nah u must be winding us up, insisted Zara. Keira, at the time, had to agree. There was no way Jenny was really pooping and peeing her bed- was there?
Except she really was, and the image that Jenny sent in response confirmed it. In it, her legs and bare bum were visible, twisted to the side to hide her pussy. The bedsheets were soaked, their usual light pink instead a hot, blood red. And on the centre, piled right between where her thighs had clearly been, was unmistakably a very large pile of poo.
That image had been burned into Keira’s brain, unshift-able. Now, looking across the table at Jenny, it was hard to think of anything else. But she had to. Jenny liked to tell her friends every last detail, and now Keira had to coax that same level of information out of her.
“I can only help you if you’re honest with me, hun,” she said, squeezing her voice through that cookie-cutter of patience she’d honed so well over the years.
It couldn’t be much clearer how deeply unhappy Jenny was with the turn the conversation had taken, but Keira knew that she’d co-operate in the end. She always did. The girl lacked the necessary backbone to rebel.
“So, you farted,” Keira pressed, “what happened next?”
Across from her, Jenny exhaled through her nose, eyes furious. Then, reluctantly, she began to talk.
“I got off at my stop a few minutes later, but then, on the escalator- I couldn’t help it- I farted again,” she whispered, “only this one- this one was… wet”. Her cheeks were a deep red, and her voice was almost inaudibly quiet, as if she was paranoid that someone a few tables over might be recording the conversation. In another context Keira might have been impressed; she hadn’t known for sure until then that Jenny even had a quiet voice. But she still smelt a rat. Clearly this wasn’t the whole story.
“Okay, so you sharted,” Keira said, trying to wrap her head around this, “why did that mean you had to throw the whole pair jeans out?”.
Jenny huffed, and for a moment there was a hint- just a hint- of real anger in her eyes, before it was swiftly replaced by that hot-flushed shame once again. It was the first time that Keira truly appreciated that, though Jenny was technically still her boss, she was the one who was really in control. She knew the secrets, and therefore she held the power.
“Come on, Keira,” she whined eventually, “don’t make me say it”.
“No, I’m gonna make you say it,” Keira insisted, refusing to be deterred, “I’m not dropping this until I know exactly what happened, okay?”
“Fine!” Jenny looked away, possibly in search of some hole in the earth she could dive into, “By the time I got up to the street, it was really hard to walk. I could feel it, you know, poking out. And I was really trying to suck it back in, but nothing was working".
"Well, no shit," said Keira bluntly, ignoring the unintended pun, "that's not how bodies work. You can't just suck a log back in".
"I had to try something".
"Couldn't you have tried pooping before leaving the house?" she sniped.
Jenny pulled back like a wounded animal. She seemed to be searching for something to say that would rescue her a bit of dignity, give her some kind of defence. Instead, she offered up the most childish explanation possible.
"I didn't need to go then," she said sourly. Keira remembered that one. It was the oldest excuse in the book- so old that she hadn't heard it since she was in primary school. It was almost absurd hearing this grown woman use it now, two decades later. But then, wasn't that what Jenny was? Her body had grown up but her mind had never been given any motive to do the same. For the last four years she'd been rewarded for acting like a spoilt teen. Maybe this was the inevitable consequence.
"Okay, whatever," Keira said dismissively. She couldn't be bothered to waste too much time thinking about what were, ultimately, unimportant details. There was still so much more that she needed to find out, starting with: "so where did it... you know?"
"Where did what?" Jenny repeated, sounding more like a parrot than a person. There was no telling whether she was being deliberately obtuse or she was genuinely just not bright enough to know what she was being asked. With Jenny, it was usually hard to make a distinction between the two.
"Where did you shit yourself, Jenny?" she said, losing patience again. She must have spoken a little too loudly in her annoyance; a few people at other tables turned their heads, as if they weren't sure if they had misheard. Jenny flushed an even darker shade of red, which Keira hadn't realised was even possible. The girl- who almost never went out in public without enough fake tan on to make her look like a walking apricot- was suddenly a colour closer to a tomato, or perhaps a strawberry. Any darker and she could pass as a living sunburn awareness display. Keira was more or less past caring how embarrassed her 'client' was by that point. The news of losing the twelve-hundred-pound trousers had infuriated her, and she wanted this meeting over with as soon as possible so that she could get to work minimising the damage (which, ironically, was the very thing that Jenny had failed to do to the jeans). What did it matter if Jenny had to swallow a bit of humble pie to make that happen?
Jenny shot daggers at Keira, unable to even look in the direction of the rest of the restaurant. For a brief moment Keira wondered if she might have finally gone too far. She had never had a traditional client-agent relationship with Jenny, always aware of the benefits of keeping the kid under her thumb. If she was too polite, too kind, too forgiving to Jenny, she might just get too big for her boots. If she ever felt that she'd outgrown Keira's capabilities, there was no way she'd renew their contract together when it expired the next year. She'd end up switching to one of the biggest agents, like Logan Paul or Addison Rae had. So Keira had to try and keep her grounded by putting on a bit of the teacher-student act every once in a while. But it would be all too easy to push her a bit too far, and humiliating her in public like this could be the final straw.
And yet, as always, it really was only a brief moment. Jenny did shoot those dagger eyes at her... then dropped her gaze again. Now she wanted this over with just as much as Keira.
"On Oxford Street," she mumbled.
For the fiftieth time that morning, Keira couldn't believe her ears. "Oxford Street?" she repeated, feeling like now perhaps she was the parrot.
"Yeah".
"The literal busiest street in Europe?"
"I know it sounds bad-" Jenny began, but Keira wasn't finished.
"Oxford Street! Sixty thousand roads in this fucking city and you choose the one that's never not jammed with people!" she was aware now that her voice was rising, but so was the panic in her chest, tightening like the knot of a noose. Jenny had lied to her. She'd tricked her into thinking that this was nothing more than a stupid little anecdote and a chunk of money wasted, and now suddenly she was finding out that her biggest client had messed herself in the middle of the most densely populated road in the continent.
She whipped out her phone, the latest Apple model. That, she told herself, is the kind of luxury buy you can say goodbye to if this bimbo's career goes down the toilet. It would have been preferable if her poop had been the thing going down the toilet but you can't fix that now.
Within seconds, she had Twitter open. Jenny was watching, afraid, unable to comprehend why Keira was so upset. Into the search bar she hammered a few key searches, checking back a few days each time to make sure there was nothing there.
Jennifer Martez poo. No recent results.
Jennifer Martez crap. No recent results.
Jennifer Martez poop. One recent result, from some guy who claimed to want Jenny to poop on his chest. Whatever floats your boat- that was Keira's motto. She kept scrolling. Nothing else under those search terms from the last week.
Jennifer Martez shit. Plenty of recent results, but thankfully most of them seemed to be from people who thought Jenny's videos were shit, which Keira didn't mind or even particularly disagree with.
Then, finally, one more- just to be on the safe side.
Jennifer Martez oxford street. Nothing at all, except for tweets about a book signing Jenny had done on Oxford Street the year before. But Keira wasn't done yet. She went back and searched each term again, replacing Jennifer with Jenny. Still nothing. Only then, finally, did she start to relax. Her breathing eased, and she looked grimly up at Jenny. She'd almost forgotten the girl was even still there. If her client had gotten up and walked out while Keira was checking Twitter, she probably wouldn't have noticed.
"I think you got away with it, kid," she said finally. Later she would check Instagram, Facebook, Google and (just to be safe) Reddit, but if it wasn't on Twitter by now, chances are nobody who saw the accident had recognised her after all. For a girl with several million followers, a huge chunk of which lived in London alone, that surely had to be considered a huge slice of luck.
“I told you,” hissed Jenny, “people are staring”.
Keira took a glance around and realised that Jenny was right. Observation wasn’t usually her strong suit unless her reputation was concerned. She caught at least two people looking up at her, who quickly averted their gaze at the sight of Keira’s flickering eyes. Scaring people just a little wasn’t hard; as long as she was confident, one glare could make them believe that she could ruin their lives if they gave her any reason. Nonetheless, the situation had grown a little too public for Keira’s tastes. They needed to talk somewhere where she was certain they wouldn’t be overheard.
Eventually she relented. “Fine. Let’s get out of here”.
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Within minutes they had stumbled into Russell Square, one of the few open areas in walking distance that was big enough to ensure a private conversation. A huge park dotted with arching, shady trees, Keira had always found it a reliable place to avoid prying ears, which was a necessity far more often than she’d expected in her line of work. They walked in stormy silence, Keira seething with frustration, Jenny towing along like a student being marched to the headteacher’s office. When they spilled through the gates, both were relieved to find the square as quiet as they’d expected at this time on a Wednesday morning. There was a couple having a picnic, a man walking a dog, but nobody near enough to make out what they were saying. That was ideal, because Keira still had one burning question she needed to ask.
“Here’s what I don’t get: why not tell me?” she groaned, hoping for both their sakes that Jenny had a good answer, “If you’d told me right away we could’ve sorted this out days ago. Now I’ve got a pissed off mega corporation, a bunch of pissed off sponsors and we’re twelve hundred down”.
“Well…” Jenny began, “usually you don’t need to find out”.
“Usually?”
“Yeah. I mean, this has happened before”.
“Ah,” Keira said flatly, “well, I probably should’ve guessed”. She was done being surprised at this point. By now, if Jenny had told her that she was actually a cow named Martin dressed in a human costume, Keira would’ve found it maybe the third or fourth most interesting revelation of the morning.
“But it’s never usually a problem,” Jenny protested, “I always just message the company directly, tell them I need a second item and I get one. No questions asked”.
“So, purely out of interest, how many pairs of jeans have you ruined since I started managing you?” Keira’s voice was dripping with enough sarcasm to water a garden of irony.
“Um…”
Keira was proven wrong right away: this girl could still surprise her after all. “You’ve lost count?”
“It’s not just jeans, though!” Jenny said defensively, “sometimes it’s bikinis, or lingerie”.
“How is that better? That’s worse!” Keira had never heard such exasperation in her own voice.
“I don’t know! I’ve always gotten away with it”.
“Yeah, well, Gucci aren’t Victoria’s bloody Secret,” Keira growled, “of course they’re not going to give you a free pair, not at that price”.
Jenny looked down. “I probably should’ve known that. But I was hoping they’d cave in if I kept asking”.
A thought popped into Keira’s mind. “Wait a moment, Jenny,” she began, “how often does this happen? Just give me your best guess”.
“Uh, three or four times a year, maybe?”
“Is that why your review was so late on that Ann Summers swimwear?”
“Maybe,” Jenny said quietly.
“So yes, then,” Keira decided.
“It wasn’t my fault. They should warn you not to go to a water park after eating spicy food”.
“You pooed yourself in a swimming pool?”
“Technically, no,” she said, “I was on a slide”.
“How have you never been caught doing this yet?” Keira was almost beside herself with the strangest mix of emotions she’d ever encountered: anger, confusion, sympathy and a bizarre desire to laugh.
“I don’t know,” she sighed, frustrated, “it’s like… I always almost make it in time, so whenever I have… you know… an accident, I’m always close enough to the loo that I can just get in there before anyone recognises me. That’s why nobody ever finds out”.
“Hang on”. Something dawned on Keira then. At first she thought it was a crazy idea, a paranoid flight of fancy. But was it? This was Jenny she was talking about. Suddenly that crazy idea seemed perfectly believable. “This doesn’t have anything to do with the car thing, does it?”
Jenny didn’t answer, and her silence told Keira all she needed to know.
“For God’s sake, Jenny. What happened?”
“I was driving back from Alton Towers, and there was traffic,” Jenny mumbled.
“Couldn’t you just stop somewhere?”
“I tried, but it was rush hour,” she said, blushing, “and I drank a lot during the day and… I couldn’t hold it. I really tried, though, honestly. I know sometimes I give up easily when I’m busting for a wee, ‘cos I’d rather just buy new jeans than hold it for ages. But I didn’t want to ruin the car, I’d only just got it. I was squeezing and grabbing and bouncing and everything but it came out anyway, I was too desperate. I took it to the cleaner but she said the seat was too far gone and I’d never get the smell out, so I bought the new car”.
Keira wanted time to absorb this news- sorting out the replacement car had been a long and expensive process- but she was distracted by something. Jenny was fidgeting. Not a lot, not enough that she had noticed earlier, but subtly. She was changing position every few seconds, shifting her minute weight from one foot to the other and back again. And her knees- they weren’t crossed, but they were certainly bent slightly, and they looked as though they really wanted to fold over one another. They’d just come from a coffee shop, where Jenny had polished off a large latte. And coffee always made Jenny need the bathroom. Keira had to wonder…
“Jenny, do you need a wee right now?”
Jenny blushed again. “Yeah, why?” she said.
“Do you need a poo as well?” she said sternly, feeling strangely like a mother talking to her kid. Jenny shook her head once, tight-lipped, but there was a smell in the air that said otherwise. “I’m pretty sure you’ve farted,” she pressed.
“Okay, fine,” Jenny confessed, “coffee always makes me need a poo, you know that”.
Keira just sighed. “Yeah, me too. You gonna make it back to your place in time?” Before the girl could reply, she hastened to add, “think carefully before you answer that”.
Jenny weighed up her options for a few seconds, then conceded. “No, probably not,” she said quietly.
"Fine, my apartment's really close. You can use my loo, then we'll try and figure out this whole Gucci jean thing".
Jenny was in no position to argue, which was how Keira knew she really was desperate. Ordinarily Jenny would definitely protest violently against the idea of using Keira's bathroom. She'd only ever done so once before, when she was on the verge of an accident and had no other choice. On that occasion she'd blocked the toilet with a monster dump that had taken hours to get rid of. Keira hoped that today wouldn't see a repeat of that.
As she'd already been reminded a few times that morning, once Jenny realised she needed the toilet it was never long before she grew utterly bursting. After a few minutes of walking it was clear that the younger woman was struggling to hold on. Keira felt bad for her. She knew that this was the perfect microcosm of their relationship: most of the time she deeply disliked Jenny, finding her superficial, vain and selfish. She never had any patience for the girl's misadventures or her awful control over bodily functions. And yet... she did care. In a weird way. Sometimes.
By the time they reached Keira's apartment- no more than five minutes away, but it felt far longer under the suspense of a potential public accident- Jenny was bouncing on the spot to keep it all inside her tiny frame. The moment they were safely inside her building, her left hand shot down to her crotch and grabbed it tightly, squeezing like a vice.
"Oh, God, I don't think I'm going to make it," Jenny whined. This time Keira heard it: a small, muffled fart that slipped out as she was led up the stairs.
"Why didn't you tell me you had to go earlier?" Keira said, annoyed but primarily now concerned.
"I didn't want you to be angry," came the meek reply.
"It doesn't matter now, we're here". Keira fished her keys out of her pocket and started unlocking the door. She was starting to seriously need the bathroom now, for both things- enough that she really hoped Jenny wouldn't take too long on the loo- but it was clear that the younger woman's needs were more urgent, so she let Jenny go ahead and use the toilet first.
Keira had barely closed the door before Jenny sat down on the toilet. The noise was quite something. There was no pause between her toned bum hitting the seat and the beginning of an explosion of runny poo that echoed in the bowl. She heard the groan of relief, which started out half-shy but quickly lost all inhibitions and became a growl of pure pleasure at making it just on time. Then came the pee, hissing down into what Keira presumed were already poop-filled waters. Hearing Jenny go, having barely avoided ruining her underwear, was only making Keira's need more pressing. Usually her control was great but this wasn't the first time she'd wished she had an apartment with two bathrooms. She set down her coat and headed slowly towards her flat's toilet.
Jenny was there, as expected, and she hadn't managed to close the door before sitting down. It was wide open, and for a second Keira got a brief glance of her client sitting on the loo in pure bliss, voiding herself ferociously at both ends, eyes closed from the overwhelming intensity of the feelings. Her private parts were on full display between her legs and she didn't seem to care. Keira felt an urgent need to fart, instinctively suppressed it and then realised there was no need. She let it go, loud and powerful, and Jenny didn't even notice.
"Uh, Jenny," she began tentatively, not wanting to intrude but feeling that she was running out of time, "could you try and hurry up? I really need to go as well".
"Yeah, sorry," Jenny said, "I'll be as quick as I can. Just got-" she paused, grunted and out came another log with a splash, "a little bit more left. There, I think I'm done". She started grabbing toilet paper and wiping quickly, sensing the genuine urgency in Keira's voice. "Sorry I didn't close the door," she said bashfully.
"It's okay," Keira said, "I'm just glad you didn't leave a puddle on the floor".
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Just realised I never actually released the second part of this story, and since @ed2 and I are working on a part 3, it made sense to put it on here for you all! This takes place around a year after the first story and is inspired by those "same characters, but IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY!" sequels that movie studios have been pumping out for several decades now. Enjoy!
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Even as dawn finished fading into day, the sun beat down on the Navajo Nation with unforgiving power. Colourful mountains, worn from millennia of desert climate, dipped and peaked vibrantly across the landscape before giving way to civilisations dating back hundreds of years. Across the sandy surfaces, rattlesnakes and roadrunners battled endlessly on while herds of bighorns and peccaries paraded through the crevices in the hilltops. On a particularly wet year, the wildlife here would see no more than sixteen inches of rainfall a year. At the best of times or the worst, this was not a good place to forget to bring a bottle of water.
Thirty-six thousand feet above ground level, everything was peaceful. There were no birds up here- not in this part of the world, anyway- and the clouds shone nothing but white. They simply drifted there, so thick and cotton-like that it was all too easy to forget, for a moment, that all they really were was a heady mass of water droplets and bits of ice. If an alien’s first experience of this planet was the view across the Navajo and the skies above, they would be forgiven for thinking that there was no such thing as humanity at all.
Then a plane pierced the layer of clouds, a bullet speeding through a waterfall, descending towards the world below. It shot nose-first out of the bottom of this cottonwool duvet and the silence was gone, gone as if it had never been there to begin with. This was a machine of glistening white aluminium, wings spread, turbines spinning too fast to see. Along each side, weaving between all six windows, was a long, painstakingly painted red ribbon.
This was a vehicle that could comfortably fly fourteen people, but on board as it passed over the Navajo were only four. The pilot, a woman who looked no younger than fifty, had marched up the steps and into the cockpit barely three minutes before takeoff without saying a word to her passengers. Then there was the nervous young steward who seemed to be somewhat confused as to how he had landed this job in the first place, as if he’d applied for a post working on a train and there had been some sort of mix-up. It was the sort of flight that a steward wants to be over almost as soon as it has begun.
The woman they were flying- if you wanted to call her a woman- was not someone you wanted to pass over the Bermuda Triangle with. She was, to put it mildly, important. And she was sitting in a seat right at the back of the aircraft, sipping a Cherry Coke float out of a glass longer than her forearm. Sunglasses sat nonsensically on her forehead, just about holding back ruler-straight hair. The fake tan she’d sported for most of her adult life had been replaced by a real one picked up during a fortnight in Alicante, but it was still most definitely the face of Jennifer Martez, internet sensation. It only took a glance to denote that she wasn’t having the time of her life.
Next to Jenny, her agent was grateful to finally have some ground to look at. The view had been precious little other than blue and white for a the majority of their eleven-hour flight, but that changed the moment they penetrated the clouds and started hurtling back towards the earth. With Arizona over her left shoulder and Utah over her right, she barely knew where to look. If she was lucky she might spot Las Vegas out of one window, but the other could give her a glimpse of Mexico. This was uncharted territory for Keira Morgan, who had never been anywhere south of New York City before, let alone all the way to California. It was new for Jenny, too, although you’d never guess it from her indifference.
The angle of the plane made it crystal clear that, at last, they were in the final stretch of their journey from London to the City of Angels. Keira guessed that within half an hour or so they would touch down at one of LAX’s private jet terminals and she could finally start working on getting the cramps out of her legs. It couldn’t come soon enough for her. Her relationship with her may have been up and down over the years, but one thing that had remained consistent was that Keira didn’t think she could name a worse person to be stuck on a half-day flight with than Jenny. The girl had no patience, no foresight and very little capacity to entertain herself. When Keira had suggested that she bring a book or a few films to watch during the journey, Jenny had agreed… and then forgotten completely. So, instead, she’d kept herself busy by complaining and consuming the wide array of impressively unhealthy foods the plane stocked.
But, as was often the case with long waits, the trauma and turmoil of the time wasted was forgotten almost as soon as it was over. Keira could no longer care less about the hours she’d spent looking for something to do. Now all that was on her mind was reaching their hotel and getting a hot shower. It may have been early morning in California, but in London time they’d had to get up late at night to catch the plane. The discombobulating combination of jet lag and sleep loss had left Keira feeling weary and clammed up. It was nothing a few minutes under hot water couldn’t fix.
They only had a day to relax and recuperate before the real work started: they were there to meet a Texan girl named Sophia Young, one of the few influencers left who could still boast a bigger Instagram following than Jenny- who was rapidly catching up. The plan was a simple one, a tried-and-tested method for giving views a boost. The two girls would do their thing, muck around the city for a few days, make a few videos and then head to Disneyland on the Sunday to wrap up filming. Of course, they would have to pretend that Keira wasn’t there, and their relatable shenanigans were au naturel. Keira didn’t mind that one bit; the background was where she had the most power. It was hard to pull the strings if everyone knew you were holding them. There was a reason why the puppets were on stage while the puppet master always stayed out of sight.
Keira hadn’t decided yet if Sophia was going to be a pain in the arse or not. In her experience, people like her usually were- Jenny was a living, breathing example. The difference with Jenny was that they had a history that gave Keira an excuse to oversee the selfish (and sometimes bizarre) things she did. If Sophia was anywhere near as spoilt, impatient or unaware as Jenny, they were all in for a long weekend. She tried to stay positive, though. There was a chance that Sophia was every bit as friendly and kind as her videos portrayed her. Keira just wasn’t holding her breath. Sophia’s agent would not be present. He was in Europe sorting out some PR mess with another client who’d said a racial slur on Twitch.
To her side, Jenny shifted uncomfortably. Keira couldn’t help but notice that her legs, which had been reclining for most of the flight, were suddenly crossed tight. It didn’t take a genius to work out why- just someone who knew Jenny well. Keira wasn’t surprised at all to see Jenny sitting that way. In fact, she’d expected it to happen far sooner. With Jenny, you always had to be on the lookout for signs like that, because she often wouldn’t simply tell you what was wrong until it was almost too late. Keira had grown more than used to it over their half a decade working together. It no longer bothered her half as much as it used to, but she stayed alert regardless. In her experience, Keira had often found that it was best to tackle this particular issue head-first.
“You need a wee, Jen?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She’d seen plenty of times what it meant when Jenny sat that way.
“Yeah, a bit,” Jenny said, finishing her drink with a guttural slurping sound through the straw.
“We should be landing soon, can you hold it?” Keira pressed, just to be sure.
“It’s fine, honestly,” Jenny insisted. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, true, but Keira noticed with approval that she wasn’t squirming or even looking tempted to hold herself.
“Well, the toilet’s at the front if you need it”.
“If I need it I’ll go,” Jenny said, “you know I will”.
That was true, and Keira knew it. Jenny’s unconventional toilet habits had become far more mature over the last year or so, to her credit. She’d gotten better at using the bathroom before leaving the house, had made her peace with public bathrooms (although that still didn’t seem to extend to plane toilets) and watched her food and drink intake if she knew a long journey was coming up. All that meant that it had been thirteen months since Jenny had had a public accident, when she’d messed herself in an outrageously expensive pair of Gucci jeans.
The day Keira had found out about that, they’d both ended up being forced to rush to Keira’s apartment in a bout of coffee-induced desperation. That had led to a serious conversation about the possible repercussions of either of them being seen having an accident, and since then Jenny had stuck to her promise to try and be more sensitive of her bodily needs. Keira was proud of her, but old habits died hard, so she still found herself getting concerned whenever Jenny showed signs of needing to go.
Not that her client made it to the bathroom every time these days, mind you. Although it made her feel more guilty than it once had, Keira had continued to keep tabs on Jenny’s texts and messages, still believing that it was a necessary evil to keep them both secure. She’d read several of Jenny’s stories of wetting herself in the car on the way home, or even when she was already at home and just waited a bit too long. There’d been a time, too, over Christmas, when Jenny had eaten a little too much and ended up filling her panties just a few steps from the bathroom. Jenny had told her friends, Phoebe and Zara, about these incidents. Sometimes she told someone else, too- sometimes a boy she was talking to, or another friend. None of them could ever find out that Keira had read every word of it.
Still, Jenny had earned a bit of trust when it came to being in the public eye. And Keira believed her, too, when she said that she would use the plane bathroom if she really needed to. Keira herself had visited it twice already in the flight, both times to pee, and she was surprised that Jenny hadn’t left her seat once. But a look out of the window confirmed that they really were close to landing. She wondered vaguely if she might be able to see Sleeping Beauty Castle from up there, but they must have been too high up to spot the pink-and-blue towers. She got a chill seeing the Hollywood sign for the first time, though- that one was hard to miss.
The nervous steward announced that they would touch down within ten minutes, and Jenny looked relieved. She was surely shaping up to take a pretty ferocious pee when they reached the terminal. A year ago Keira would have seriously worried whether or not Jenny was going to make it in time. It felt good not to have to panic about that anymore.
She just had to hope that her client would be on her best behaviour in Los Angeles.
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Luggage completely forgotten, Jenny dashed down the foldable steps and onto the plane’s runway as soon as the steward gave her the go-ahead. Keira lagged behind, carrying the bags towards the nearby private terminal, already sweating in the California heat. She could only see Jenny’s back, but it was clear from the way she was jogging that she badly needed to go. She wasn’t the only one; Keira herself felt like she could really do with a trip to the loo, but it was nothing that couldn’t wait a while longer. Her bladder wasn’t exactly prone to struggling like some people.
Jenny made a beeline to the women’s toilet she had been looking forward to for the last two hours of the flight, a shiny and spotlessly clean bathroom with five cubicles lined up in a neat little row. In the early hours of a Thursday morning, as expected, the terminal was quiet and she was the only person in there. Instinctively, she picked the cubicle nearest to the door- scientifically likely to be the most used, and therefore the cleanest, her mother had always said. Jenny had no idea if that was true, and she didn’t really know much other science anyway, but she dived in regardless and took satisfaction from hearing the lock click.
At no point had she worried about the possibility of not making it in time; she hadn’t been desperate enough to wet herself on the plane journey. That didn’t take anything away from the wonderful relief of sitting down and allowing her bladder to finally stop holding back. Her stream hissed loudly into the bowl below, echoing around the room. Few things in life felt better to Jenny than letting out a desperate wee- an orgasm, perhaps, or one of the pills she’d had at a few parties in her slightly younger days, but that was it.
When the flow tapered off, she reached to tear off a few squares of paper, then stopped herself and thought. She hadn’t had a poo since the previous morning, and she could probably go for one now. She felt bad for keeping Keira waiting, but another part of her mind told her that Keira would prefer it if she took the time to make sure she was completely empty before they ventured out into the city. Now feeling pretty sure that she could produce something with a bit of patience and pushing, she let the toilet paper rest on her thigh for later and started to bear down. It felt as though she was a little constipated, perhaps because she’d waited longer than usual since her last dump. Jenny could feel the hard little tip of it poking out- it was there, alright, and probably ready to come out. She pushed harder and felt it start to slide towards her exit.
The bathroom door opened suddenly, making her jump. In her surprise, she felt the log retreat back up her bum. It only took a second to work out that nothing was out of the ordinary- she heard footsteps that sounded like they came from heavy boots, a cubicle door creaking open and closed, a lock. It was just another woman coming in to do her business- and, by the sounds of it, she was desperate, moving quickly and wasting no time in lifting the toilet lid. Jenny considered trying to evacuate her bowels again, but decided against it- it would be better to wait until she was in the privacy of her hotel room, could take as long as she wanted and didn’t need to feel embarrassed if it smelt as bad as it usually did.
She only planned to wipe, flush and get out of there, but Jenny’s eyes widened in shock at the noise that erupted from the other stool. It was almost explosive, both one of the loudest farts she’d ever heard while also being unmistakably the sound of someone pooping. She could hear every tiny detail of the way it splattered against the porcelain and bombed into the water, almost pee-like in the way it poured out of the poor woman. Not for the first time, Jenny felt glad that her poops were usually fairly solid- at least, in comparison to how this sounded.
Next came a moan of relief, low but definitely feminine. Jenny found herself wondering who this girl was, how long she’d been holding it and if she’d made it all the way or if she’d had a partial accident. Clearly, it had been an emergency. Already the smell was thick in the air, raw and powerful.
Jenny heard a drop of pee slip off of her labia and into the water, and that shook her back to earth. She remembered what she had been doing and grabbed the paper off her knee once again. The pooper sounded like she was finished as Jenny wiped herself dry and stood, replacing her underwear and jeans carefully. She looked down into the bowl- an old force of habit. Her soaked toilet paper was sitting in a pool of nearly completely clear water, which was no surprise given how much she’d been drinking in the recent summer heat.
Once she’d flushed, Jenny slipped out of her cubicle and went to wash her hands. Within seconds, the other occupied stall- the one she’d been hearing the dramatic diarrhoea from- opened too, and a woman who looked around Jenny’s age stepped out. This was undeniably a beautiful woman, not at all the type Jenny associated with such noises. Her hair was the colour of straw, topping a thin, tall frame that had clearly had some expensive work done to it. She wore a red dress that contrasted sharply with her catlike green eyes. She and Jenny had never been in the same room before, but they recognised each other instantly.
“Oh, hey,” Sophia Young said, smiling awkwardly, “I didn’t expect this to be how we met”.
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Jenny was no stranger to big cars, but the taxi that picked the three women up from LAX was on a different level to anything she’d seen back at home. It felt, in truth, more like a squashed limo, sleek and bulky and black as coal, but with an interior kitted out to high heaven. Flawless leather lined the seats and the floor was thick carpeted. From the outside, the windows were pitch black- and yet Jenny could see out of them perfectly. She was sprawled out across the back seat, with Sophia sitting opposite, facing backwards. Keira was riding up front in the passenger seat; a soundproof partition put them in completely different universes. Jenny couldn’t help thinking of it like that, as adults on one side and kids on the other, completely disregarding the salient fact that she and Sophia were both well into their twenties.
It was probably fair to say that Sophia was somewhat less tired than her English counterpart. She’d left Houston around six in the morning and touched down not long before Jenny’s flight had arrived, so she still had the energy that the other girl had long since used up. Or perhaps she was naturally perky, possibly after years of obligatory enthusiasm. Nevertheless, there was no shortage of conversation between the pair. Despite how incredibly different the first two-thirds of each young life had been (rural Texas being, as it was, quite unlike central London), the last five years had taken remarkably similar paths, which meant there was plenty to talk about.
One thing that didn’t come up was their encounter in the terminal bathroom- until they were nearing the hotel. Both girls were booked into rooms on the same floor of Beverly Hills’ five-star Waldorf Astoria, to make filming videos easier both early in the morning and late at night. As the towering bulk of the building came into view, Sophia took her chance to say something that Jenny guessed she’d been waiting to say for the whole drive.
“Hey, would you mind not telling anyone about what happened in the restroom earlier?”
It was strange seeing an emotion approaching shyness on the face of someone famous for being so confident. Jenny could tell that the girl was unsure about discussing her bowel habits in front of someone she’d barely met- not embarrassed, not worried, just unsure. In honesty, Jenny wanted to tell her friends the story. She probably still would anyway. But Sophia didn’t need to know that.
“Nah, no problem,” she said nonchalantly, “but… can I ask you something?”
“Shoot”.
“Do you always… is it always that big?”
Sophia blushed. “No, only when I really gotta go,” she said, “I had to poop for most of the flight, and then when we landed I got held up by some stupid journalist bitch. I thought I wasn’t gonna make it”.
“It sounded like you barely did make it!” Jenny said. Whether she was ready to admit it or not, she enjoyed talking about these kinds of things. “To tell you the truth, I was desperate myself when I landed, but only for a wee”.
“Aw, I love it when you say ‘wee’”, said Sophia, “it’s adorable. Do you say ‘poo’ as well?”
Jenny nodded. “Usually. Or shit. Something like that”.
Sophia laughed at that. Jenny was mystified as to why so many American people found the words so funny, but she was happy to be getting along with this super-famous woman, so she joined in the laugher and let herself get swept away. She decided to press on with the conversation, just to see if she could dig a little deeper.
“Do you get desperate often?” she asked.
Sophia looked out the window for a second, as if she was trying to decide how much she could trust this girl. After a brief pause, she relented. “Yeah. I don’t know why, it just kind of happens. Keeping it quiet isn’t easy, so I really hope you’re not gonna tell anyone what I just told you”.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Jenny said, “I’m exactly the same. I always worry that I’ll have an accident and it’ll end up on YouTube or something”.
Sophia grimaced. “Now that would suck”.
“Do you… always make it?” Jenny asked, knowing she was pushing her luck now but sensing somehow that Sophia was not the kind of person to shy away from these conversations once she was comfortable with the girl she was talking to.
“No,” she admitted- just as Jenny had suspected, “I pee my pants way more than I should, to be honest. I’m guessing you’re the same?”
“Yeah, definitely,” Jenny nodded, feeling pleased to have found someone like her but still wanting to find out more, “and the other thing?”
This time Sophia did blush. “That happens a couple times a year, too,” she confessed. “I don’t know why I have so many accidents. I think I just don’t realise I have to go until it’s too late sometimes”.
“Sounds familiar,” Jenny laughed, “in fact, I really need a poo right now”.
Sophia’s eyebrows shot up at that. If Jenny didn’t know better, she’d have said that her words had excited Sophia somehow.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I was gonna go at the airport but it was stuck. Now it wants out,” she laughed.
“Well, I have good news for you,” Sophia said, “we’re here”.
Jenny could feel the car slowing down, and for the first time since the conversation had turned to the topic of the toilet, she looked outside the window. They were pulling up outside the entrance to the most expensive-looking hotel Jenny had ever seen.
“Do you have a personal Snapchat? One for talking to friends?” Sophia asked quickly, as the driver came around to open the back door.
“Yeah, it’s jennywilliams44, all lowercase, no spaces,” she said, “add me, we can start brainstorming video ideas”.
“Sounds good, Jenny,” Sophia said, sliding out of the car with impressive grace, “I’ll see ya later. Good luck with the… well, y’know”.
Jenny tried to think of something clever to say in response, but the girl was already gone.
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The Hollywood Suites on the tenth floor of the Beverly Hills Waldorf Astoria were every bit as luxurious as Jenny had hoped. She was not disappointed when the door swung open to reveal an enormous room big enough to comfortably fit more or less any flat she’d ever seen inside. Everything looked brand new, from the silky gold pillowcases all the way down to the railings on the balcony. She knew- because Keira had told her during the flight- that the hotel offered several different rooms that were even more expensive than this; Jenny struggled to imagine what they might offer that this one didn’t have, because it felt like she was surrounded by everything a holidaymaker (even a filthy rich one) could ever need.
Nonetheless, there would be plenty of time to explore the ins and outs of the room later. First, Jenny had something far more pressing to attend to. The master bedroom had an ensuite bathroom, and that was, by necessity, the first stop on her tour. She swung her heavy backpack off her shoulder and let it slump onto the huge bed on the way, before nipping into a bathroom with enough space to park a car in.
Jenny had spent much of the last five years in luxury. She’d bought her first home at the age of twenty-one, at three times the price of the house she’d grown up in, and then put tens of thousands more into renovations. Her floors were marble, her furniture top-quality. There was a jacuzzi in her garden. But this hotel room was in a totally different league. Everything about this trip so far felt like her normal extravagant life had been turned up to a hundred. And the best part was that the sponsors were paying for it all.
She dropped her underwear and took her seat on the toilet, loving the feeling of finally being able to unclench her bumcheeks. The log moved swiftly towards her ring once again and then paused there, much as it had done in the airport bathroom. Jenny could feel it poking out just the smallest amount, but the bulk of it was too wide and too firm to follow suit easily. Knowing that she could be there a while, she reached down into her crumpled pocket and extracted her phone, an Apple model she'd picked up as a gift from a sponsor.
It was pleasing, but not surprising, to see that she'd already received a friend request on Snapchat from a user called SophiaxY. Jenny wasted no time in accepting it, and almost immediately she was rewarded with the little emoji that indicated that Sophia was typing. While she waited, she tried giving her bowels a gentle push, hoping to move them along, but to no avail. The message pinged up on her phone after just a few seconds.
Hope you made it 😜
Jenny smiled to herself- not the kind of smile she was used to wearing, but her real smile- and hammered out a reply.
I did thanks XD now it doesn’t want 2 come out x
Want me to lend you some prune juice?
I think I can handle it 🙂
As Jenny sent that last reply, she heard Keira’s footsteps outside the bathroom. Her travelling companion had gone straight for a pee upon their arrival at the hotel, but she seemed to be back on her toes already, back into agent-mode. This didn’t much surprise Jenny- the woman never stopped working.
“Don’t come in, I’m having a poo,” she called out in warning. She felt it would be kinder to spare Keira the experience of walking in on her in this position.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Keira said back.
She looked back down at her phone to see a response from Sophia.
Got any video ideas yet?
Jenny thought about it for a second before replying. She had a few ideas, truthfully, but she wanted to see what her partner said first. She knew it would help her feel less self-conscious if Sophia went first. That way she could get a good idea of what the Texan was looking for before offering up her own work.
Nothing too detailed, she typed back, you?
A few. I’ll tell you about them at dinner, gonna go catch up on sleep now though
That was enough of an answer to satisfy Jenny.
Cool, message me later! she sent, closing Snapchat and turning to Instagram. Scrolling through the photos on her feed was one of Jenny’s favourite things to do on the toilet, especially when she was dealing with a touch of constipation. She could feel herself getting closer to dropping the kids off, though, so there was reason to be hopeful that she wouldn’t need much longer.
“I’m going to bed,” Keira said through the doorway, a stifled yawn evident in her voice, “wake me up when we need to start getting ready for dinner”.
“Isn’t that your job?” Jenny shot back cooly. A year ago there would have been no humour in her tone when she asked that question, but now she said it good-heartedly. It was funny, she reflected, how almost shitting your pants in front of someone could change your relationship with them.
“Fuck you, Jenny,” Keira said back, “see you in the evening”.
Jenny smiled as she heard Keira’s footsteps grow quieter and eventually stop. Through the walls she could just about make out the sound of a zipper coming down, shoes being kicked off and a light switch being flicked. As she listened, the familiar, gorgeous feeling of her bum finally stretching open to let her poo pass kicked in. The thick log slid out slowly and hit the water with a satisfying splash. It was followed, as was not unusual, by a few smaller bits- the kind her mum used to call ‘rabbit droppings’.
Feeling much better, Jenny began to wipe, looking forward to her dinner with the increasingly enigmatic Sophia Young.
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They dined that night at a Wolfgang Puck place in Beverly Hills. Jenny had never heard of it, but Puck was one of the only chefs she knew by name, and Keira told her it was one of half a dozen Michelin Star restaurants in the Hills, and that was good enough for her. It turned out to be a steakhouse, albeit the fanciest steakhouse she’d ever set foot in in her life. From the ornate floor-to-ceiling windows to the abstract art that lined the walls, there was nothing about the place that didn’t look like it was right out of a movie.
Knowing that some sponsor had agreed to foot the bill made ordering far easier. Jenny went straight for what she knew: a Rib Eye with onion rings and French fries. Sophia was a little more adventurous, opting for a starter of scallops and a huge sirloin they all knew she’d never finish. And Keira, for whom opportunities to dine in such style were far rarer, went all out- a Japanese cut, caviar and a batch of wild field mushrooms. All three women knew that they would pay for both the quantity and the richness of the food in a way that had nothing to do with money. None of them cared one bit.
Living only a few states away, Sophia had been to Los Angeles plenty of times before, so neither the hotel nor restaurant- both of which had been her agent’s choice- were new to her. She looked around nervously as the trio had their menus collected.
“I hope none of the waiters remember me,” she said anxiously, “last time I was here, it didn’t go so well”.
“Why, what happened?” Jenny asked.
“I kind of peed my pants”. The girl swallowed, speaking in a low voice.
“What? How?”
“I knew I had to go the whole time, but I was being really lazy that day and I just wanted to stay at the table and eat,” she admitted. “I thought I’d go just before we left, but I didn’t make it. It made a huge puddle on the floor, you shoulda seen it”.
“Didn’t anyone recognise you?” Keira said, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, but only waiters. We were the last people still in the joint. My agent told them he knew the manager and that anyone who leaked it to the press would lose their job”.
“Does he really know the manager?”
“No, but he’s a good liar,” Sophia said with a smile, “and he can be real scary when he needs to be. You know, to protect me”. Jenny could sense the admiration in her voice.
“I wet myself in a restaurant once,” Jenny recalled, “not as fancy as this, though. It was a Harvester”.
“A what?”
“It’s a restaurant in England,” explained Keira, “there’s, like, three hundred of ‘em”.
“Yeah, I pissed my pants at the salad bar,” Jenny said, laughing, “back then I hated public toilets but I just couldn’t hold it in, so I went right there”.
“What did you do?”
“I went home,” Jenny said simply. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and, without offering explanation, started scrolling through her Instagram feed. Eventually, she came to a stop over a black-and-white photo of herself standing in her own living room. “Almost every photo I’ve ever posted shows off my legs, but this one doesn’t. Why do you think that might be?”
“I’m guessing you’re standing in a pair of pissed-in jeans,” Sophia giggled, “now how did that happen?”
“It gets worse, trust me,” Jenny said. She kept scrolling down as she talked. “Remember when that ‘daily routine’ crap was trending? I made a video on it right after it got popular”. Eventually, she found what she was looking for: a link to a YouTube video. On Jenny’s super-speed data, it loaded almost instantly to reveal the start of a video filmed in the highest quality a handheld camera could give. It was muted, so the words were meaningless to Sophia, but she saw Jenny wearing a pyjama top and talking cheerfully to the camera with messy hair and a surprising lack of make-up.
“I woke up that morning and I’d wet the bed,” she explained, “but I had to film this bit before I got up, ‘cos I knew people would work it out somehow if I cheated on the video”.
“Do you wet the bed a lot, then?”
“Nah, it’s pretty rare,” Jenny said, “only if I forget to go before bed and I drink a load”.
“Well, I think I can beat that,” Sophia said. She pulled out her own phone and went to her camera roll, speaking as she scrolled just as Jenny had done, “there was this one time I was at a meet-and-greet in San Antonio. The drive is, like, three and a half hours. I really had to go poop in the car, and I crapped my pants right before I got the door open. This,” she tapped on a photo of herself from the front, standing and smiling in front of a huge TV, “is the selfie I posted right after I got home. And this,” she said, swiping right once, “is what I actually looked like”.
The second photo almost made Jenny gasp out loud; it depicted Sophia from a side angle, revealing a huge bulge in the seat of her pants where she had indeed soiled herself. Clearly, the girl had been just as desperate as she claimed. And Jenny admired the cheek of her, to post something so naughty on social media to millions of followers, knowing that her career could be ruined if she had turned just a few degrees before taking it. She’d gotten a similar thrill out of vlogging from a pissed-in bed, true, but this was another level of secretive. It gave Jenny a few ideas.
“You know what?” Jenny said, relenting, “I think that does beat mine. But I love having someone to talk to about this stuff. None of my friends would get it, y’know?”
“I do know,” Sophia nodded, “but look- starters are here!”
She wasn’t lying- plates of caviar, scallops and onion rings were being carried towards the table by smartly-dressed waiters. The two younger women agreed, at the request of a nauseated Keira, not to bring up pee or poop until the eating was over.
Two hours later, they left the restaurant feeling full, tired and satisfied, and it wasn’t until much later, as she was drifting off to sleep, that Jenny realised that nobody had mentioned making videos.
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She woke up with a familiar feeling in her stomach: fullness. Waking up in a state of urgently needing to shit was not even close to unusual in Jenny’s life, so this didn’t surprise her, especially after the size of the meal she’d stuffed down her throat the night before. Already, she could feel poop filling her rectum, weighing down heavily with sheer volume. She farted without knowing she was going, the low, raspy kind that started to smell right away. It was going to be big and it was going to need to come out soon.
Unconcerned, she reached over and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. There was so much to catch up on before she wanted to even think about getting out of bed. Overnight, in part thanks to the time difference between L.A. and home, she’d gotten plenty of messages from friends and family. There were undoubtedly dozens from fans, too, but she usually let Keira worry about those. And one particular notification caught her eye right away: a message from Sophia.
Morning! it read, followed by a yawn face. The message was only about ten minutes old.
Hey x she replied, trying to keep it casual. But the reply she got was anything but.
I had wayyyyyyy too much Pepsi last night. Feel like I’m gonna pee the bed.
I’m busting for a poo, Jenny sent back, really don’t wanna get up tho
Sophia slapped down a few laughing emojis, followed by: at least this isn’t a Marriott. I got banned from one of those for peeing in the bed.
You’re kidding?! Jenny sent, I’ve wet a few hotel beds before and nobody ever complained. Maybe the British are just more sensitive to these things 😉
I was superrrrr pissed off bc I gave them a great video review and they banned me over one teeny tiny lil accident
Damn, Jenny said, the only time I ever got in trouble with a hotel was when I got really drunk and shit the bed in a Premier Inn near Sheffield, and that was only a fine.
That’s dumb. Pee ruins a bed wayyyyy more than a bit of poop, Sophia pointed out.
I know! I wonder if this place would fine me if I pooed myself in this bed. I really need to, Jenny said. It bought back memories of a time, a few years ago, when a mixture of laziness and cockiness had led to a messy accident in her bed back home.
I wouldn’t try it haha
I’m jealous of you, Jenny said, followed by a moaning face.
Why?
You can just roll right out of bed and wee in the shower. I can’t poop in mine
Oh trust me… u can
Haha what? Have u? Jenny said, not sure if she was joking or not.
Maybe…
U have 2 tell me now!!!
Okay, once, but only bc I really couldn’t hold it in, Sophia admitted. I managed to get it down the drain tho.
No chance I could do that. My dumps are usually huge
Oh really?
Yeah, especially when am desperate
Ohhhhh better not try it then haha
I’d better go now actually, it’s poking out and I’m farting really bad, Jenny said. It seemed so strange to her how they’d grown so close so quickly and were already up for talking so intimately.
Yeah, enjoy! I’m gonna go have a nice long shower
And a nice long wee in it I assume?
I’d be lying if I said no… came Sophia’s final message, talk soon!
Jenny flicked her phone off and slid out of bed, farting again as she moved. The intense pressure in her bowels once she was on her feet made her wonder if she might have left it a little too long again. An accident right now would be disastrous, because she had woken the same way she slept- completely butt naked. If she were to lose control at that moment in time, the poop that she could feel bunging up her bum would simply fall and splatter onto the expensive, beautifully polished floor. The thought of it made her grimace and instinctively move a hand over her hole as if to catch anything that escaped.
Fortunately, the bathroom was only a few steps away and she made it just in time. For a brief moment she eyed the shower, remembering what Sophia had said- but only a brief moment. The more logical part of her mind knew that her loads were surely too big to ever stand a chance of being stomped down a drain. And she couldn't risk anyone finding out about it. So instead she turned and sat on the open toilet seat, moaning audibly in relief as it slid out of her. She could hear enough to know that it was big and sloppy- the best kind, in her eyes.
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They reached the Hollywood sign just before midday- the perfect place to shoot a video designed for both British and American audiences, somewhere recognised across the world. In fact, the plan was to shoot two separate videos. One would go on Jenny’s channel, and one on Sophia’s. It was a formula that had worked for as long as YouTube stars had reigned, and they doubted they could go far wrong with it now.
Just as they had expected, the area was jammed with tourists. That worked perfectly to their advantage. They wanted a big sample of the public they could interact with, and hey, if it was a multicultural sample, that could only be a bonus.
Sophia turned up in some of the tightest jeans Jenny had ever seen, faded black and shaped strictly enough to accent the crease where crack met back. This was the first time she’d really gotten a good look at the girl’s butt, and she liked what she saw.
“Is that bum real?” she asked, eyeing it approvingly. Sophia shook her head right away.
“Nah, these are implants,” she said with a wink, “they look real enough when you get the clothes off, though”.
“Don’t they feel weird?”
“Usually? No. Only when two things happen”.
“Let me guess: anal and pooping?” Jenny asked.
“Bingo, got it in one. Apart from that I barely notice they’re in there”.
“So how does it feel?”
“Which one?”
“Having a poo,” Jenny clarified.
“Oh, just a little less warm, really,” she said.
“Have you ever crapped yourself with those in?”
“Yeah, a couple of times,” she said, as if it it was nothing, “it feels really weird when it squashes on your cheeks- if you have to sit down, that is. Almost tingles a little”.
They were right up at the top of the hill by then, the letters looming large above them. This was the busiest area, but it was noisy enough that neither girl was exactly worried about being overheard.
“While we’re on that subject, you wanna know a secret?” Sophia said, leaning in closer to Jenny so that even Keira couldn’t hear, “I really have to take a poop right now”.
Jenny’s eyes went wide. “Really?” she asked, “I doubt it’s as bursting as I was this morning”.
“It will be soon, I bet”.
“What are you gonna do?”
“I think I can hold it until the end of the shoot,” she said, “we won’t be here too long”.
“And what happens if you can’t hold it?”
The American girl laughed sardonically. She was holding her belly with one hand. “Then ol’ Sophia’s gonna be buying herself a new pair of jeans”.
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The shoot, in the event, was an absolute breeze. Jenny and Sophie were in their element, waltzing around the place and getting quick-fire footage of just about everything and anything they thought might make good viewing. Later on, their editors would be able to file through the clips and pull out the bits that were worthy of the final product, but neither woman struggled for ideas. They met dozens of people who happened to be wondering around, mostly Americans but some from all over the place. And, as ever, a few of them recognised one or both of the girls. When that happened they would stop for a chat and a photo, but never for long before they moved on to the next spot, the next scene, the next laugh.
Keira hovered around, making sure to stay in the vicinity without ever getting close enough that people would suspect she was linked to Jenny or Sophie. She was always aware at times like these that her client was likely to run into someone who idolised her, and having a stuffy agent hanging around would be sure to break the magic of the experience. After all, nobody wanted to be reminded that their hero had a manager, who took care of money and meetings and sponsorships. Besides, Jenny worked best without supervision, when she was given permission to let go of her inhibitions and do whatever she thought was funny. On that, at least, her instincts were usually right. Keira always made sure to watch from a distance, of course, in case something went wrong… but it was better if Jenny was able to pretend that wasn’t the case.
The only grey cloud hanging over proceedings was Sophia’s increasing need to poop, which was becoming less funny and more worrying as time went on. At the start of the shoot she was her usual self: talkative, excitable, enjoying everything and occasionally making crude jokes in Jenny’s ear about how badly she had to go. By the time they wrapped up, though, she looked very much like a girl on the edge of disaster. She’d grown quieter, rather distracted. So Jenny wasn’t surprised that, when they decided they’d grabbed all the footage they needed, Sophia pulled her aside and looked at her with serious eyes.
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it, Jenny,” she said, squirming uncomfortably where she stood.
“Shit, is it that bad?”
"Yeah. It’s already poking out a little”.
Jenny glanced around, intending to look for something that might help, and instead found something far scarier: Keira marching towards them. She must’ve noticed they’d finished the shoot and come to drag them along to the next location.
“How’d it go?” she asked, holding her phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, looking every bit the stereotypical agent from an old TV show. Jenny thought, not for the first time, that Keira somehow became far more professional in the States. She fits in here, Jenny mused. Like she was born in the wrong country.
“Uh, yeah, it was pretty good,” Jenny said, feeling bad for Sophia, who was trying not to show her desperation, “I think we got everything we need”.
“Okay, cool”. Keira sipped from her coffee cup and, as it often did, her phone started to vibrate. Jenny had heard the sound of that vibration more times than she would ever be able to count over the years, but as ever it made Keira jump a little. She looked down at the screen and her face lit up a little. “Hey, this is the guy from YouTube Rewind. I’ll be five minutes,” she said, turning and walking away as she answered.
Jenny spun back to Sophia, who was wide-eyed. One hand was subtly massaging her left buttcheek in a vague attempt to help hold it. She knew Sophia would get over it quickly if she had an accident, but first there would be a long, awkward ride in a smelly car for them to get through, and Jenny didn’t think that either she or Keira would enjoy that too much.
A memory came to her then, something triggered by the thick bushes peppered around the landscape that the enormous white letters dominated. It bought her back to her late teenage years, a trip to the New Forest just a few hours from where she grew up. Those were the days not long before she went from Jenny the failure to Jenny the internet star. They’d been in a field full of bushes not dissimilar to these ones when she’d been caught short, and she’d had to…
She felt for her purse, unzipped it, fumbled inside. There was half a packet of Kleenex in there. Of course there was. Tissues were one of the few things Jenny never forgot to go anywhere without- at least not since her accident in London the year before- because they never left her bag. She pulled the packet out and looked at Sophia, who was jiggling her legs like a marionette, then at the surrounding area. It was still busy, teeming with tourists. Everyone was looking at the sign. Nobody was looking at the bushes. Jenny made her decision.
“Follow me”.
“Where?”
“This way,” she said simply. She led Sophia away, further and further from the crowds and up the hill a little. The noise of the people behind them slowly quietened but did not die out. As she walked, Jenny examined each bush they passed like she was searching them for contraband, trying to decide which ones were both thick enough and far away enough to duck into. Finally, she spotted it: a towering plant well over two metres tall and wide enough to build a bed in. She gently took Sophia’s free hand and guided her through an opening. From there, she could barely see the outside world, and she was confident that nobody could see in. “You can do it here”.
Jenny had half-expected Sophia to argue, to say that there was no way she could possibly do something so gross and- more to the point- illegal. But Sophia did not put up any protest at all. Still dancing where she stood, she unbuttoned those impossibly tight jeans, forced them down- just barely- and squatted, moving frantically. Jenny knew she wasn’t supposed to look, but nothing in her brain compelled her to look away, not even when the unloading began.
It could only be described as a thick, heavy river of brown sludge that poured out of this skinny girl in loose chunks as though a tap had been opened. Almost as soon as the first piece emerged, Sophia closed her eyes and let out a groan of relief so loud that Jenny was almost worried someone might hear and discover them. It landed with an all-too-satisfying crunch in a pile on the dry leaves below, growing dangerously close to being tall enough to touch Sophia’s dangling butt. The noise was one thing, but it was the smell that really took Jenny by surprise- it was even stronger than what she’d encountered in the airport bathroom, and certainly pungent enough to give even Jenny’s most desperate dumps a run for their money.
“That feels so much better!” Sophia groaned, brushing her hair aside with one hand so she could peak between her legs at the growing load. Jenny, too, couldn’t keep her eyes off it, although she had no idea why. Hovering just above the pile was one of the neatest pussies Jenny had ever seen, tightly tucked in and smooth-skinned, with an impeccably trimmed triangle of hair just above the mound that looked like it had been drawn on with a ruler and protractor. Clearly, Sophia took a lot of pride in how she looked down there. She must get a lot of action to bother with that much effort, Jenny thought. She herself liked to keep things looking good, of course, but Sophia was on a different level. Jenny found herself hoping that Sophia didn’t think she was staring at her pussy.
Soon, with a few final pushes and grunts, Sophia seemed to finally be empty. Only then did something important finally dawn on her. She looked up at Jenny, clearly concerned.
“Please tell me you have something to wipe with,” she said meekly. Jenny grinned and pulled the packet of Kleenex out of her purse, waggling it cockily before tossing it for Sophia to catch. She fumbled it at first attempt and it almost fell straight into the mess on the floor, but on her second try the Texan managed to wedge it between her thigh and palm and retrieve it safely.
“You are a total lifesaver, Jenny,” she said, beginning to wipe, “I was pretty sure I was gonna shit myself back there”.
“Why didn’t you just come over here ages ago?” Jenny asked. She noticed that Sophia, just as Jenny had always done, examined the dirty toilet paper for a second after each wipe before dropping it onto the pile. Why so many people did this was something she couldn’t put her finger on; it was unclear exactly what they thought they might find. A strange colour? A $20 bill? A letter inviting them to attend a school for wizards and witches? Jenny was reasonably sure that all they ever actually saw was the same as all she ever saw- poop. But she’d done it her whole life anyway.
“Because I don’t know you well enough to know if you’d be grossed out by it,” Sophia explained, “I grew up on a huge farm and I go for long walks all the time, I’m used to using bushes for bathrooms, I just wasn’t sure if you were”.
“Oh, nah, I’m fine with it,” Jenny said. She waved her hand in front of her face the way she often did when she wanted to express that something was no big deal. “A few years ago I had to do exactly what you just did back in England. But we should probably get back before Keira notices we’re gone”.
Sophia checked the latest tissue, on which Jenny could only detect the faintest hint of a brown smear. It joined four or five more soiled ones on the floor. She did not reach for another one.
“Yeah, just give me a second-“ she scrunched up her face in concentration, and after a small pause, a stream of pee started hissing from between her legs and flowing onto the pile. It soaked through the stained paper and ran through the gaps between the loose pieces there. An inevitable sigh of warm pleasure followed. “I knew that needed to come out,” she said eventually.
“I’m surprised it didn’t come out while you were doing the other thing,” Jenny said, this time forcing herself to avert her eyes.
“I sometimes poop before I pee if I’m really bursting”. It wasn’t a long one, though- Jenny guessed that she hadn’t had to pee too bad- and soon she was pulling out one more tissue to wipe herself dry. “Okay, now we can get out of this shitty thing”.
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Under Kiera’s orders, Jenny was tucked up in bed by 10PM that evening. They were up early in the morning- a trip to film in the original Disneyland wasn’t something Jenny could do often, and her agent wanted to take full advantage of the fourteen-hour opening times. They’d gone over the plan at dinner, which had been a far more low-key affair that night: the girls would be up at six, leave the hotel at twenty past and aim to get into the park when it opened at eight. That gave them all the time they needed to film the kind of content that YouTube fans had been lapping up for years. It wasn’t original, but it worked. That was Keira’s strategy almost all of the time, and it was a big part of what had made Jenny rich, so she rarely felt like arguing with it.
Although she wouldn’t admit it, Jenny was excited too, and so she’d tried extra-hard to get everything right before slipping into bed that night. The clothes she wanted to wear the next day were neatly laid out on the bed, everything she needed to take sat in her bag on the dresser and she’d set three alarms. Most importantly of all, though, was the twenty minutes she’d spent in the bathroom that evening, squeezing every last drop of pee out of her restless bladder and triple-checking that she definitely didn’t have to poop. Only when she was totally satisfied that she wouldn’t be woken in the night did she finally wipe and walk nude from the toilet into her luxurious bed.
And yet she couldn’t sleep. It didn’t make much sense to her- she’d felt tired that afternoon, and done almost everything she usually did before bed. A sleepless night wouldn’t do anyone much good, she reasoned… but she found herself reaching for her phone anyway. The screen flickered to life gloriously. And on it- received barely ten minutes ago- was a notification from Sophia. Jenny’s thumbprint unlocked the device right away and she clicked to open Snapchat. It wasn’t a long message.
You awake?
Jenny rubbed the patch around her left eye with the palm of one hand and started to type a reply.
Yeah
Relenting in her quest to get an early night, she opened up Twitter and started to scroll. But she could barely read anything before Sophia got back to her, forcing her to tap the notification and switch apps again.
Can’t sleep 😞 not used to going to bed this early
Nah me neither. Wanna talk? Jenny tapped out.
Sure 🙂 thanks again about earlier
Jenny smiled at this. Np x couldn’t let u shit urself haha
Excited 4 tomorrow?
Yesssssss, Jenny wrote, never been before
I have, you’ll love it x
Is it good for filming?
Yeah usually
Bet it’s gonna be busy tho, Saturday in August. Queueing up a lot was one of the few things Jenny hadn’t been looking forward to about the weekend.
Not if you’re smart about it, Sophia replied, just don’t get in any long lines without going potty first haha
Speaking from experience?
Maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow 🙂
Jenny couldn’t work Sophia Young out. She was both open and secretive, enigmatic and easy-going, forthcoming and withholding. And yet she knew all too well what it was like to live your life in the public eye, to desire privacy while building your whole appeal on your willingness to share with the internet. It was hard- impossible, Jenny would say- to strike that balance. You couldn’t keep your viewers feeling like they were involved in your world whilst still keeping the secrets you wanted to. Maybe that was why Sophia had latched onto Jenny so soon, and was suddenly so ready to share her secrets, to tell her about one of the few parts of her life she wasn’t rewarded for talking about.
Jenny thought she could relate to that part of it, too, that urge to have someone who you could talk to about these intimate things because they were one of the only people who understood what was it like to be forbidden from mentioning it. That, she decided, was surely why she had spent so much of the last two days talking so openly to this woman she barely knew. It was nothing more than getting a weight off her shoulders. And yet she knew as well that it was far more than that.
I’d like that, Jenny sent.
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Jenny looked at her watch: quarter to eight, just fifteen minutes before the park opened. They’d arrived ahead of schedule, with the drive taking well under the eighty minutes Keira had planned for, but there had been a crowd forming outside the gates even before the three women had gotten through bag-checks and joined the line. There was no shortage of things to do while they waited, though- people kept coming up to Sophia (and a few to Jenny) saying that they were fans of their videos, that they’d been subscribed for three/five/seventy years and asking for photos or autographs. Neither girl minded obliging, partly because they usually enjoyed talking to their fans and partly because being rude to a viewer would get them cancelled faster than a racial slur.
After a while, it seemed as though everyone outside the park who recognised them had finished coming over, saying hi and moving on. Jenny, Sophia and Keira were left alone to talk and pass the time before the gates opened. Their plan mainly consisted of doing what they did best: mucking around, having fun and filming whatever seemed at all worth watching. When the park got busiest around early afternoon, they would maybe start interviewing, getting some vox pops done and they’d even thrown around the idea of trying out some prank-show style material Sophia had pitched at dinner. But Jenny didn’t know when she’d ever get a chance to come back to Disneyland, so she was insistent that they should get on as many big rides as possible in-between all the filming. Sophia, being a natural thrill-seeker, greeted this idea with an abundance of enthusiasm. Keira was less than keen, and her reasons were simple: creating videos made Jenny money, riding the Jungle Cruise did not. She softened her position considerably, however, when Sophia pointed out that they would probably film themselves on the rides too. That was typical of a day in Keira’s mind. The key was to look for a way that what you wanted to do could also be beneficial to Keira’s wallet. Jenny had gotten a knack for it over the years.
The minutes flew by and before she knew it Jenny was being shepherded along with the crowd, through the turnstiles and into one of the most astonishingly detailed places she’d ever set foot in. They entered into what looked like an old American street, lined on both sides with shops and places that sold an incredible array of food and drink. Something Sophia had told her the night before came back to her then- something about how you should never get into a long line without visiting the bathroom. Looking at the variety and volume of things you could buy and consume in this area alone, Jenny thought she fully understood what the girl meant. It would be all too easy, especially for someone like Jenny, to overfill herself on cola, hot dogs and cotton candy and end up having an embarrassing accident. Not that that was going to stop her; Jenny had plenty of strengths, and resisting temptation had never, ever been one of them. Keira seemed to be thinking along the same lines, eyeing the menu signs nervously as they passed. The only saving grace for her was that both girls wanted to spend the morning doing as many rides as possible, so she had at least a few hours before the time came to eat.
The two Brits had agreed to let Sophia, as the experienced one, guide their way when they entered the park. After all, one glance at the map stationed by the turnstiles had been enough to tell Jenny that this was a place it was easy to get more than a bit lost in. So they followed the Texas girl down the street, just far ahead enough of the main crowd to be able to keep up a good pace. Jenny couldn’t keep her eyes off of the huge castle that towered up ahead, but instead Sophia cut left and led them under a sign labelled Adventureland. Jenny wasn’t sure exactly where they were going, but she was excited nonetheless. And she had to pee.
That part came as something of a surprise. She hadn’t really noticed until they started walking again that her bladder was already beginning to fill up, even though she’d been before bed and as soon as she’d woken up just two hours earlier. But she pushed the worry to the back of her head- Sophia had technically only warned her about peeing before getting into a long queue, and at this time of day she doubted there would be many of those. She knew, though, that it might be a good idea to look for a bathroom relatively soon.
As they walked, she spotted several signs sporting names that she recognised well popping up to her left. The Jungle Cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean… and then, hovering ominously in the distance, a huge white mansion with a queue already snaking up to it.
“What’s in there?” she asked Sophia, pointing.
“Oh, that’s the Haunted Mansion,” Sophia replied, “the only ride here I have literally wet my pants on”.
“Is it really scary?”
“No, I just really had to pee. We’ll go on it later. Or tomorrow, maybe”.
Jenny briefly considered mentioning that she needed a wee, but in the end decided against it. It was a long way from an emergency still, and she didn’t want to disrupt Sophia’s rhythm. She’d almost forgotten that Keira was beside them, walking briskly along like a studio executive trying to keep track of her actors. Jenny supposed that wasn’t too far off the truth. Around the corner appeared a quaint little hill with rooty branches jutting out of the top.
“Is that where we’re going first?”
“Bingo,” said Sophia, “prepare to get very wet”.
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The early morning went by in a blur, with Sophia rushing excitedly from ride to ride and Jenny and Keira trailing behind like obedient ducklings. They got soaked on Splash Mountain, crossed the park to head under Sleeping Beauty Castle and got some great footage of themselves interacting with characters before joining the queue for Peter Pan’s Flight, which impressed Jenny when Sophia told her it was well over sixty years old. They were both a little disappointed, though, with the videos they managed to film on Space Mountain, which consisted almost entirely of pitch-black darkness and screaming.
Throughout all of this, Jenny thought she had a pretty good handle on her quickly-filling bladder. She’d been pleasantly surprised with the patience her body had shown in the first few hours of the day, still feeling a long way from desperate despite how long it had been since the first urge had made itself known. She would have to go fairly soon, sure, but it wasn’t an emergency yet by any stretch. So she let herself get swept up in the excitement, focusing on having a good time and getting as much footage as possible.
It was around eleven when Keira tentatively suggested a bathroom break. Jenny suspected she was surprised that they’d gone this long without anyone mentioning needing the toilet. And, with Jenny’s track record, who could blame her? Keira was used to having to babysit Jenny in some ways, and Jenny was used to being babysat by Keira in a similar vein. But Sophia hadn’t shown any signs of needing to go yet, and Jenny didn’t want to be the reason the fun (and the productivity) was interrupted, so she kept her mouth shut. She was sure she could hold it in for another hour or so, and by then it would be time to start thinking about lunch. So, when Keira mentioned it, Jenny was perhaps a little too confident in her rebuttal.
“Nah, we’ll be fine,” she said dismissively, eager to keep herself in Sophia’s good books, “I won’t need to go for ages”.
“Well, I do,” Keira said, “so I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes, okay?”
Jenny was surprised at this. It wasn’t common for Keira to head to the toilet before she did, especially not in front of company. “Sure, see you in a bit,” she said. And ten minutes? Jenny had never known her agent to take anywhere near that long to pee. Which could only mean…
But then Sophia was tugging on her wrist, leading her to somewhere new. It was always the same: every time Jenny spotted something shiny or unique, she couldn’t resist whipping out the camera to get whatever recording she could. And she had never fancied herself as much of a camerawoman- which meant it was just as well that most of her videos were filmed in her bedroom, with a painfully adjusted lighting setup, using a totally stationary camera. That said, she thought that some of the clips she was grabbing around the park weren’t half bad, even when acknowledging that a camera as expensive as hers made it easy to make things look nice. Even if her footage turned out to be garbage, she was sure that Jimmy, her editor, could turn it into something salvageable.
In their ever-changing surroundings, as the endless tides of fans and bemused members of the public alike came and went, the only constant for Jenny was her bladder. By the time Keira departed to get some relief of her own, there was rarely a moment when she wasn’t aware of the fullness down there, and it was only getting more pressing as the seconds ticked by. Still, though, she wanted to stick with Sophia, so she said nothing.
Keira returned just shy of the ten minutes she had promised, looking more than a little flushed. Jenny could only assume she’d had a particularly difficult poo to push out and had rushed it to get back on time, but she didn’t see the point in asking for details. They headed at once to one of the few areas left in the park that they hadn’t visited yet- following Sophia’s lead yet again, they weaved into an old wild-west town and towards one of the rides Jenny had been more excited for than any other: Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, an enormous mine train that Sophia had promised packed more of a punch than it looked like.
Once they got close enough, a squinting Keira deciephered the number showing on the electronic board that displayed the estimated queue time: thirty-five minutes. Even wanting to impress Sophia, Jenny was self-aware enough to be sure that waiting that long was a bad idea. Maybe fifteen months earlier, before she’d sat down for those long talks with Keira about her reputation and the importance of being vigilant, she would surely have leapt into that queue without a second thought. She had changed, though. Or at least, that’s what she’d thought.
“Holy shit, the line’s never this short!” Sophia said excitedly, grabbing Jenny’s wrist again and making a charge for the entrance as if it was a gate about to shut, “come on, we better get in now while we still can”.
“Wait, can I go for a wee first?” Jenny said, “I mean, if we’re going to join a line…”
“Can it wait?” Sophia asked dubiously, “in two minutes time this line could be more like an hour”.
Jenny wasn’t completely sure it could wait, but she didn’t want to disappoint her new friend, so she reluctantly followed her into the line. They walked together for a while, the three of them, until they hit foot traffic and came to a stop. By the time Jenny turned around, there were already dozens of people piling up behind them, blocking the passage back out. Unless she wanted to push through all those people, the only way she was getting to the bathroom was onwards.
She would have to go through the queue and onto the ride before she could pee.
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Despite Sophia’s assurances that estimated queue times were usually pretty spot on, Jenny could see no way that they would be on the ride within the thirty-five minutes they were promised. Maybe it was her mind- and her bladder- playing tricks on her, but they seemed to be moving at the pace of a one-legged marsupial. After what had surely been at least ten minutes in the line, Jenny looked back and saw the point where they’d first stopped just a few yards away. She checked her watch. Three minutes had passed. Groaning internally, she leant against a fence behind her and tried to arrange her legs in a position she found somewhat comfortable. That was easier said than done; by this point her bladder wasn’t letting up, totally refusing to give her even a short break.
She hadn’t wanted to let either Keira or Sophia know that she had to go, hoping to keep her composure until they were out of the ride area and she could casually go to the bathroom as if she barely needed it. After a while, though, playing it cool grew too difficult and she couldn’t keep up the front of nonchalance. As she leant up a faux rocky wall, right leg folded tightly over the left, Jenny realised that Sophia was eyeing her suspiciously. Only then did Jenny notice that she had been subtly bouncing up and down a little where she stood. The Texan girl opened her mouth to speak… and then shut it again. She shot a meaningful glance towards Keira and whipped her phone out of her pocket. Jenny didn’t need the deliberate nod of the head Sophia gave her to understand what she was trying to say.
Sure enough, within a few seconds she felt the familiar buzz of her mobile in her pocket. Keira was examining some of the faded articles and props on the walls- unlikely to notice that the two young women she was supposed to be in charge of were having a secret conversation a few feet from her. Jenny withdrew her phone and opened Sophia’s message.
You gotta pee? it read. Jenny knew right away that she’d been caught red-handed, although this was hardly a surprise given how experienced the other girl was in getting desperate in public herself.
Yeah :l what gave it away?
Oh pls, I’ve crossed my legs like that a thousand times before, Sophia replied. Y didn’t u go when Keira did?
Jenny thought about that for a second. Why didn’t she go when Keira did? At the time she’d thought she’d had a good reason, but looking back it seemed almost ridiculous.
I didn’t want u waiting for us, she typed. Then another question rose to the surface again. Idk how you don’t need to go yet, it’s been ages.
Sophia’s reply was brief. I do need to go!!!!!
Jenny looked up and caught her eyes. They were wide, almost fearful.
Y didn’t u say????
Bc I thought you wanted to wait, Sophia said.
So u need 2 pee too?
Just one word in response this time. No.
Uh oh, Jenny wrote back. She didn’t know what else to say. How bad is it?
Sophia looked at her phone for a few seconds as if she was trying to make a decision. Then, slowly, she typed something. Jenny started down at the screen, eager despite herself to receive a response as soon as possible.
Rlly bad. Might not make it :l
Oh shit, replied Jenny. Then: no pun intended. sorry.
She looked up and, for the first time in a while, took a proper look at Sophia. Now she was paying attention, the signs were obvious, and she couldn’t figure out how it had taken her so long to realise that the girl was in pretty deep trouble. Her whole body seemed tense, as if she thought one loose step could lead to disaster. Both legs were pressed tightly together, from toes that were almost touching all the way up to tanned thighs that squished against each other and doggedly clenched butt cheeks. A thought occurred to Jenny then and she sniffed the air as subtly as she could. Maybe it was simply because she was looking for it now, but suddenly she could smell farts in the air, no more than a tinge of shitty scent in the well-ventilated pathway. Judging by the gentle breeze that washed past them where they stood, the fart Jenny was smelling had to be fairly recent. She was drawn out of her investigation by another text from Sophia.
Wbu? Desperate yet?
Jenny thought about that for a second before replying. In the shock of finding out Sophia’s situation, she’d temporarily forgotten about her own need, but now that was all back like a wave crashing into the sands.
Yeah, absolutely busting 4 a wee, she said, probably need a poo too but that can wait.
Lucky bitch, Sophia sent, following by a laughing face. Jenny got the impression that she was, in fact, far from in the mood to laugh.
If you only need a shit and I only need to piss then neither of us are lucky, she pointed out.
Sophia started typing, for longer than usual this time. Jenny returned to bouncing on the spot as she waited- barely at all, just on the balls of her feet, in an effort to hold it in- and wondered what the other girl was typing.
If you wet urself then it’s just pee. If I poop my pants I’m defo gonna piss too, Sophia argued. Before Jenny could reply, she got more:
Probably don’t do that in public haha
Do what? Jenny asked, genuinely confused.
You just squeezed your pussy
Jenny instantly felt herself turning red. Did I? She hammered back.
Yeah didn’t u notice?
Noooooooo
In real life, Sophia shook her head in bemusement before she replied. Well shit girl, you must really need to go.
You have no idea, Jenny wrote. She thought for a second, glanced up at Sophia, who was still standing like a statue of a mermaid, and corrected herself. Well, maybe you do.
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The ride was agony. Jenny had time to think to herself that she’d probably love it under any other circumstances, but all her mind could bring itself to pay attention to was doing whatever it took not to flood her panties and jeans with hot, salty pee. In a way, she was both surprised and impressed that she made it to the station without losing control, a sentiment that Sophia echoed when she whispered I can’t believe I haven’t shit my pants yet into Jenny’s ear as they waited to get onto the train. They were assigned seats at the very back of the ride, with Keira sitting alone on the row in front. When the ride attendant had pressed the restraints down into Jenny’s lap, she’d almost burst there and then. For a few seconds, as they waited to start moving, she looked down at the floor of the cart, unable to stop herself from visualising the way the pee would flood them out if she lost control. In her mind, she saw the pool of her own urine rising an inch deep, sloshing around and bashing against their ankles like spray on the shore, foaming and tangy yellow. She could almost smell it already.
One thing she could literally smell was coming from the airl sat next to her: farts. Sophia’s gas had only grown more and more noticeable as the queue had gone on, and by the time they boarded the train they were slipping out with alarming regularity. She seemed to be doing her best to keep it in, but to no avail. Clearly, something she had eaten was making her need to go like crazy. Towards the very end of the ride, the stench was so pungent that Jenny was sure everyone on the ride would be able to smell it were they not constantly moving. She could only thank her lucky stars that they were positioned towards the back of the train. On another day she would be seriously concerned for Sophia, her bowels and her panties. Today, though, she was far too preoccupied with her own predicament. Every bump in the track, every turn, every change of pace- all of it made Jenny feel as if she was about to pump a huge squirt of pee into her jeans. When they reached the end of the track, the sudden brakes made the lap bar dig right into her bladder, and she felt her pussy go terrifyingly moist all at once. But no more than that.
When they finally came to a stop at the platform, Sophia looked at Jenny with sheer panic in the lines of her face.
“We need to go,” she said. Jenny didn’t have to ask what she meant. She too felt like she would have an accident if they didn’t get to a bathroom within minutes. The second the restraints came up, she took Sohia’s hand and they dashed towards the exit.
“Bathroom,” she explained simply to Keira over her shoulder. It was all she had time to say. Soon they were out and away, emerging at the front of the confused crowd of other guests and immediately starting to hunt for the nearest toilet. The whole morning, Sophia had been their tour guide- and yet suddenly she was storming around as if she’d never seen the place in her life before, sweating (Jenny was certain) from more than just the sun. They seemed to be taking the long way around, ducking around and under groups coming in the other direction. And the further they walked, the busier they seemed to get.
“Oh man, I’m gonna crap my pants any second now,” Sophia hissed, almost too frustrated and flapped to care who heard. Jenny struggled to keep up, walking with her bursting bladder. She didn’t understand how Sophia was moving so swiftly without losing control.
“I think I leaked back there,” Jenny said. The overwhelming urge to pee had grown so great that she gave into an instinct she had fought masterfully in public for most of her whole life- she willingly reached down and grabbed her pussy as she walked, squeezing tight in a last-ditch effort not to soak herself in the middle of the busiest theme park in California. In front of her, Sophia farted loudly.
“Sorry!” she cried, looking back over her shoulder. Keira was barely still in view, her head getting lost in the swarm of faces they had left behind. “Okay, there should be a bathroom right up ahead…”
Only at the sound of those words did Jenny look up, daring at last to hope that she might somehow make it in time. Despite all the odds, despite being sure that she was destined to flood her clothes, maybe they would get away with it. When she took in her surroundings, though, she realised where they were. There were people everywhere, hundreds of them- maybe thousands- in every direction. Nearby, the castle loomed tall, casting a shadow that barely caught the two women inside. Sophia stopped abruptly beside an ornate old carousel, and it took Jenny a few seconds to realise that her friend wasn’t moving anymore. She returned to Sophia’s side and knew from the look on her face exactly what was happening. She knew because it was happening to her, too. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a young woman standing and pointing at them. Not out of the ordinary when you were as famous as Jenny… but this time she suspected that they would get a lot more than an autograph.
“Sophia, where’s the loos?” she snapped, fearing that she already knew the answer. Sophia, though, just pointed. Jenny followed her gaze and saw it at once: a sign that clearly indicated a woman’s toilet… and a line that stretched the length of a limousine.
At the very sight of it, Jenny felt her resistance crumble. A loud, wet fart rumbled out from the girl to her left, the girl who tried so hard to keep her accidents a secret, just as Jenny had done for all those years. Judging by the people staring at them, this was not going to stay a secret. She became dimly aware of a hot trickle dampening the front of her panties and running down her leg.
“Fuck,” she said. There really was no other word for it.
That first squirt was quickly followed by another, longer and thicker, and soon it turned into a flow like a leaky tap. Jenny fought with everything she had to hold it back and nothing happened. She may as well have been trying to catch sand in a butterfly net. It came and kept coming, and no matter how hard she pressed her thighs together now there was no mistaking the hissing sound that she could suddenly hear so clearly, nor the patter of liquid on concrete that inevitably followed. She dared- no, forced herself- to look down and saw that the wet, dark stain on the front of her pants was already beyond hiding, and still growing by the second. Urine was saturating the crotch of the fabric and flowing out the bottom, as well as down each leg and towards her shoes.
In her peripheral, Sophia was losing a battle of her own. Even if the wet, squelching sound of her filling her panties was audible even over the bustle of the crowd, even if she couldn’t smell the Texan girl’s mess as if it was two inches from her face, Jenny knew that her new partner was shitting herself from the bulge that was slowly forming in the seat of her pants. It seemed not to be coming out so much as it was forcing itself through her tight hole, pushing her open and into her underwear, where it broke off and nestled there. Sophia had told Jenny that she took huge dumps; here, as the material of her jeans was stretched so much it looked like it could no further, was the proof. Jenny could only imagine how the girl’s poop must have been smearing and squishing against her butt, between her legs and towards her pussy, for no reason other than needing more space to go so that her ass could keep expelling what looked like a loose, solid crap.
One of the nearest observers, a teenage boy pointing a cameraphone and wearing a blue cap , leapt back suddenly in disgust and Jenny realised that the puddle of her piss on the floor was stretching out towards the crowd, expanding several feet around her in every direction. Sophia, holding a railing for balance, was so overcome by the desperate accident she was in the middle of that she didn’t even notice as the wee washed up against her stylish sandals. She could do nothing but keep pushing out poop, the bodily desire to bear down and empty herself taking over. It was as if part of Sophia’s mind had decided that the damage couldn’t get any worse, so she might as well get some relief. Jenny wondered if maybe that was what her body was doing, too.
Then, through the crowd, she saw a face she recognised: Keira’s face, pushing through the dozens of people watching to get to them. She seemed to already be over the shock of it all, and had flipped into agent mode: looking for people with phones and cameras, snatching them, demanding the owners delete the footage. Jenny watched on in shock, her explosive flow finally slowing to a mere dribble. As she watched, Keira looked over her shoulder at them with the expression of someone who couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
“Don’t just stand there!” Keira hissed, “get out of here! Anywhere where there aren’t people! I’ll find you later”.
That was enough to snap Jenny into action. For the first time, it was her who took Sophia’s hand and started to lead her away, away from the public, as far as they could go. Sophia was waddling along with a hand gingerly trying to stop her mess from falling out of the legs of her pants.
In the distance, Jenny saw something that made her heart sink: the back of the boy with the blue cap, slipping away between the lines of the thousands, most of whom had no idea what had just happened. His phone was still in his hand. Keira would make the rest of the spectators destroy their evidence, no doubt, but one had gotten away. And one was all it ever took.
Nothing Jenny could do about that now. Leading a shellshocked Sophia down Main Street, she chanced a quick look over her shoulder, in case Keira might be there to help. But all she saw was two sets of wet footprints on the tarmac behind them, and the disbelieving stares of a few dozen strangers who were wondering- she knew- if they were those two girls from YouTube.
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Jenny gazed sullenly out of the taxi window, understanding but not caring that they were almost back at her house in London. Keira was beside her in the back seat, fast asleep. She’d been working non-stop on damage limitation, a task they all knew was fruitless. Soon she'd have to wake her up. But not yet.
She checked her phone. One message, from Sophia.
Still no sign of it yet, the message read.
Jenny thought for a moment, then replied.
It will turn up
Maybe it won't
It will, Jenny wrote back, eventually
A pause. Then:
Maybe when our careers are over, you should come live with me, it said.
For the first time in days, Jenny managed a smile. It was probably no more than flight of fancy, sure, but better than the reality. There was a time bomb over both of their heads, and they didn't know when it would go off. But there was someone else- maybe the only innocent one- in the blast zone.
Could Keira come? Jenny asked. A year ago she would never have even considered it, but now it seemed obvious.
Plenty of space in Texas 😉, came the reply.
I'd like that, Jenny wrote. |
Jenny woke up and, for a few sweet seconds, found that she had forgotten everything about the previous few days. She thought not of the disaster at Disneyland, nor of the pointing fingers and shocked faces that had followed them, it felt, all the way back to the hotel. She had no recollection of the shameful, near-silent flight home. It was her bed, in her house, and everything was just as it had been for years: perfect.
Then she remembered. It wasn’t a normal day. It was, all things considered, the start of the end of her career. She’d been caught doing something that nobody got away with, at least not without a serious hit to their reputation. Lower-level influencers could get away with something like this, but when it was her name on the video title, what had happened was YouTube trending material. No doubt it already had hundreds of thousands of views. Sophia’s involvement only made things more grave, because it meant the American audience would be drawn in too, even if they hadn’t heard of Jennifer Mártez.
Keira was already in the dawn-lit kitchen by the time Jenny stumbled downstairs. In fact, it looked like she hadn’t slept at all since they’d arrived in the night. Jenny’s agent was hunched over her laptop at the breakfast table, half a mug of coffee by her side. Limp, dishevelled hair was brushed vaguely to one side, leaving those wide, focused eyes uncovered. She barely glanced up when Jenny looked in.
“Morning”.
Jenny couldn’t even bring herself to reply. She went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of orange juice, then remembered that they had nothing fresh in. She’d been away a while. Instead, she pulled up one polished wooden stool and took a seat opposite. For a time they sat in silence, and the only noise was the frantic, furious tapping of fingers on Keira’s keyboard. Jennifer had a state-of-the-art computer in her studio down the hall, but Keira worked on a battered 2005 model that had more viruses than keys. Eventually the constricting anxiety was too much.
“How many views?” Jenny asked, barely able to choke the words out.
“Four hundred thousand,” Keira said.
Jenny looked glumly at the clock on her wall. It was somewhere between seven and eight, but she cared little beyond that. The answer had been about as bad as she’d feared, and the last foolish hope that things might be alright disappeared.
“And that’s just YouTube,” she continued, “Twitter is having a field day, and it’s leaked over onto Instagram now too”.
“As long as it’s not on MySpace yet,” Jennifer said dryly. She was already regretting asking.
“This bit will annoy you”. Kiera switched tabs and cleared her throat. “The video is titled Sophia Young and Jenny Martez shitting themselves at Disneyland”.
“That’s not even what happened!” Jenny protested, outraged, “I only pissed”.
“To be fair, two of the top comments did point that out. I don’t know if it’s going to be much help, though”.
“Fuck”. Jenny bowed her head and put her phone on the table, screen down. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to look at it yet. “So I’m screwed, then?”
Keira didn’t answer right away. She was still typing out some email or message, fingers flying at twice the speed Jenny herself could have managed. No doubt she’d been corresponding with Sophia’s representative, looking for some angle that they could work together on this. She didn't reply for so long that Jenny was about to repeat herself, but then suddenly said: "not quite yet".
The words didn't make sense to her. They might as well have come in another language. She could see no way out of the mess they'd created, both literally and metaphorically. Well, Sophia had created most of the mess. But it seemed that the stink had followed them both equally.
Jenny frowned at her agent. "Not quite yet? Does that mean there's something we can do to fix it, or does it just mean we aren't screwed, but we will be in a couple of hours?"
Keira was optimistic by nature- she had to be- but this seemed beyond her.
For the first time, though, she looked up and really saw Jenny. They made eye contact for longer than they had at any time since the accident. And in them, unless Jenny was imagining things, was a genuine sparkle. It seemed the two women had woken up in opposite moods. Where Jenny had given up hope, Keira seemed to be hanging on. Maybe it was because, in a strange way, Keira stood with more to lose. Jenny had savings to keep her more than afloat, for at least a decade. Keira was a woman in a man's industry with no other big clients. She was the captain who would have to go down with the ship.
Rather than be morose, though, she took her fingers off the keyboard. "I've got a plan," she said, "a tweet, to be more specific".
"A tweet?" Jenny was underwhelmed. "What kind?"
"The only kind that might work," Keira shot back, "I've been thinking about it all morning, and talking to Sophia's agent, and he agrees- this is our best shot".
"Show me," Jenny said sceptically. She couldn't figure out what Keira was going for. Say it was faked? Say they were ill? Say it was a prank, or a social experiment? Say they were spiked?" None of it seemed likely to work. There had been too many witnesses, no common illnesses caused healthy women to randomly piss themselves- and besides, it was too big a coincidence- and they'd waited far too long to claim it was some pre-planned publicity stunt. And if they pretended they'd been poisoned, well, the police would get involved, and if the lie was uncovered there would only be further damage done.
Instead of any of those things, the kinds Keira would usually go for, she spun her laptop around.
Twitter was open on it, logged into Jenny's account, and Keira had composed a post without pressing the button to publish it yet- a quote of the video, accompanied by a caption. It was two words long.
accidents happen!
That was followed by a series of crying laughing emojis. Jennifer stared at it, confused. She wasn't altogether sure she knew what she was looking at. The last thing she'd expected to see was Keira planning to publicise the video further, and from Jenny's own profile no less. She had millions of followers, and half of them were active every day.
"That's our plan?" Jenny asked, dubious, "to say 'accidents happen'?"
Keira nodded excitedly. "Genius, right?"
Slowly, Jenny shook her head. "I mean... no. I don't see how".
Keira got up and crossed the room towards the light switch, which she flicked off. The sun was up well enough now that there was no need to waste any more electricity on light. It was usually only when Keira was in the house that much conservation got done at all around here, but now Jenny was the one who felt conservative, like the best thing they could do would be to roll up into a ball and wait for the worst of it to blow over.
"Jenny, listen to me," came the impatient rebuttal, "we can't run from this. There are no lies we can tell that will convince anyone with a brain. I can't believe I'm saying this, but honesty is the best way forward".
"When have you ever thought honesty was the best way forward before?" Jenny felt like she was talking to an alien who'd taken up residence in Keira's skin, but hadn't quite worked out how to play the role convincingly yet.
"Now. Here. You need to lean into it".
"Lean into it?"
"Normalise it. Act like it's no big deal, and you might just convince people that it's no big deal. We might even be able to play the 'brave woman' angle, make you look like you're making a stand, or some other bullshit".
That sounds more like the Keira I know. "Fine," Jenny said, "press send. It's better than anything I can come up with".
Keira nodded and, with a click of a button, published the tweet. There was a silence. Ten seconds passed. In that time, Jenny knew, hundreds of people would have seen her tweet. Within a minute it would be thousands. Already it was too late to delete the thing and pretend it never happened; one of the harshest lessons Jenny had had to learn about the internet was that nothing could really be taken back anymore.
Notifications started to pop up on the screen, but Jenny had no interest in reading any of them. Some of them would be from fans liking her tweet, no doubt, but plenty more would be comments of mockery, maybe even disgust. She couldn't think about that. There were plenty of much more important things to do.
First, though, Jenny got down from the table and went to the little cupboard that sat in one corner of the room. Opening the door revealed the smallest of Jenny's four bathrooms, this one barely bigger than a broom closet. In theory it was there so that Jenny wouldn't have to walk too far if she needed to go whilst cooking or cleaning, but she rarely did either herself, so the little room was barely used unless she needed to take a leak while her kettle was boiling in the morning. Today, though, she needed somewhere convenient where she could relieve herself without leaving the conversation. It may have been the end of her career, but mornings were still mornings and Jenny always had to pee after getting up.
There was no need to be shy around Keira, so she left the door open, pulled down her pyjama bottoms and took a seat on the cold white plastic.
"So what do we do now?" she asked, as her flow started to tinkle into the water.
"Well, that's the tricky bit," came Keira's voice in reply, "we're going to need to start incorporating this new accident thing into your online persona".
Jenny frowned again. "What will that entail, exactly?"
"Sharing," Keira said simply, "you need to start being more open in your vlogs, and on social media. If you're nonchalant enough you might just be able to convince the world that what happened is barely out of the ordinary". Jenny wasn't a fan of that idea. She was by no means shy around her friends when it came to bodily functions, but sharing that part of her life with millions of strangers, including plenty of creeps, was not something she felt too keen on. Keira seemed to read her mind, because she added "Remember, it won't just be you. Sophia's doing it too. Between the two of you, you might just be influential enough that the public will go with it".
"So where do I start?" Jennifer sighed. She tore off some paper and gave her pussy a lazy wipe.
Keira paused for a few seconds. "Give it a couple of hours," she started, "I need time to gauge the reaction to that tweet we just sent. After, I think you need to make a vlog".
"What kind of vlog?"
"The kind where I'm behind the camera and sitting next to you at the editing table so I know exactly what goes in," Keira said. Those were Jenny's least favourite kind of videos to make, but they were always effective, she had to admit. Keira was excellent at controlling every last detail to make speech sound unfiltered and improvised. Usually Jenny liked to shoot on her own, so she could take as long as she liked getting everything how she liked it and taking breaks whenever she felt like it. But not today.
"And what do you want me to say?" Jenny asked, but she was pretty sure she already knew.
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Exactly twenty-four hours after the video broke the internet, Jenny's response went live.
Recording it had been one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of her entire life. Jenny was a veteran of the apology video game, so her instincts were to cry, deflect blame and evoke sympathy. Keira was there to guide her off that path whenever those instincts kicked in, because they went against what Keira was going for. Several times Jenny started talking about how tough school was for her, and each time her agent called cut and got her back on track. It took almost an hour to film the three-minute video, and once it was done Keira sent Jenny away so that she could edit it as quickly and quietly as possible.
For once, she didn't even ask Jenny's permission to show it to the world. Jenny was fine with that. It had taken her some time but she'd finally learned to accept when it was best just to let her friend do her thing. All Jenny could do was sit at the table eating cereal with milk she'd had to go out to get from the corner shop. By then it was past midday. Unable to help herself, she pulled the video up on her phone and took a look at the finished product.
They'd gone through a few drafts of the script for the video, trying to perfect the tone. Keira was searching for a balance somewhere between 'brave pioneer' and 'cool, fun sister'. No matter how many revisions they tried, though, one thing never changed.
"So," video-Jenny said, touching the camera in a way that made it look like she'd filmed it on a budget, "by now, a lot of you have probably seen the video of me and Sophia Young at Disneyland". This was the strategy the two women had settled on, in allegiance with Sophia and her agent: total honesty. Well, almost total. “And no, it’s not fake… I really did wet myself”.
The Jenny on the screen was smiling modestly as she told the story. Jenny always thought her smiles to the camera looked fake, but nobody else seemed to be able to tell. "We went out there to film some videos for you guys, and we were having so much fun that we didn't have time to go to the toilet!" She laughed there, a laugh which they'd practiced a few times to get it just right. "So I wanted to make this video just to make sure nobody got the wrong idea. No, I didn't do it on purpose, it was just an accident".
Jenny watched as the video played out, barely remembering recording some of it. She had to admit, Keira had done a masterful job at making the whole thing sound natural and understated. Relatability was the greatest weapon in the YouTuber arsenal, and Jenny had grown very good at it, but it needed good editing to really sell the act.
The rest of the script continued in much the same vein. First, Jenny went on to detail exactly what had led to the accidents. She'd wanted to include a line telling viewers that the bathroom lines at Disneyland had been unreasonably long that day, but Keira had forbidden it, saying that such a claim would be easily disproven by other people who had been there. Instead Jenny admitted that they'd made a bad decision to join a long line without using the toilet first, how she'd held it throughout the ride and how, eventually, it had all been too much.
But that was only the first half of her confession. From there, with encouragement and more than a little threatening from Keira, Jenny told the camera that it hadn't been her first accident. Usually, she was good at feigning shyness, but this time she didn't have to fake it. She blushed for real as she admitted that sometimes she wouldn't make it to the toilet if she waited too long, usually because she was busy- or sometimes just lazy.
The end of the video was the most important part. She liked to end her vlogs by asking viewers to comment below if they had any similar experiences, or just tell her their thoughts. She read the comments less and less as the years passed, but never stopped prompting her fans to leave them. If nothing else, engagement was good for the channel. This time, she refreshed the page after ten minutes or so and saw that there were indeed some messages of support. They were mostly stories about times some of her viewers had had accidents, and a few saying they often waited too long. The other messages, much nastier, were the kind she'd long since learned to block out.
She hadn't received any messages from Sophia since getting in the night before, but Jenny took this as neither a good nor a bad sign. It probably just meant Sophia was busy making her own vlog, which would no doubt need to be longer and a bit more elaborate. Somehow, some way, Jenny had come out of this looking the better of the two. After all, she reasoned, most people wet themselves at least once or twice as adults... most women, at least. She was sure of it. Messing your pants in your early twenties was far harder to explain.
Somewhere around lunchtime, Keira came back into the room. Lack of sleep had finally caught up with her, judging by her face. Those restless eyes looked heavy and dull.
"What do you think?"
Jenny nodded slowly. "Not bad," she said, "I think we'll still lose a lot of viewers".
"We'll gain some, too," Keira pointed out. She could see that Jenny wasn't going to cheer up easily. "Look, this was always going to be a damage limitation job. It might not be so bad now you've got your side of the story out there".
Jenny swirled her spoon around the last of the milk at the bottom of her bowl. "What do you need me to do next?"
The agent sat down opposite her client. "I wish you could just put the video out and forget about it, but I don't think it's going to be that simple. You need to make this part of your image now".
"You want me to make peeing myself part of my image?"
"Not just that". Keira checked the time on her phone, a model from years past. "Accidents, getting desperate, holding it, drunk peeing, these are all things we can use. Things your target audience can relate to".
Jenny still didn't like it, but she recognised the validity of the plan all the same. "So you want me to tweet about peeing".
"Yes, and more. Make toilet jokes in your videos. Chuck up a toilet selfie every now and then. I'll send you a list tomorrow, okay?"
Jenny nodded. "I'm trusting you on this, Keira".
The woman stood and picked her bag up from beside the table. "You'd better," she said, "I'm the best chance you've got".
With that, she left, presumably to go home and pass out.
As it happened, Sophia's video came out only a few hours later. Jenny watched it while she was eating a takeout in her dressing gown in front of the TV. It contained much of the same basic content as Jenny's, but presented in Sophia's usual brash, confident style. She went into great detail about the moment she realised she couldn't hold it, talked about what she'd eaten that might have led to the accident and, like Jenny, admitted that it was far from her first time. That video already had more views than Jenny's, though the comments seemed more mixed.
To the surprise of all of them, articles were already being published in their defence.
Sophia Young And Jenny Martez Hit Back With Brave Confessional Videos
It's Not Just Jenny: I Wee Myself Sometimes, Too
Has The Response To The Sophia Young Video Exposed A Misogynistic Taboo?
Disney Release Statement Forgiving YouTubers, But Ask That Future Guests Please Use Bathrooms Instead
They weren't quite drowning out the negative voices, but it was much, much better than Jenny had expected. Maybe Keira had nailed it after all- maybe the relatability angle was the way to go. She loved playing people's champion.
Later that night, while Jenny was on the toilet, she thought some more about what Keira had said. If this was to be a part of her image from now on, she needed to work away any inhibitions she might have about sharing her toilet habits with the public. So she opened Instagram and selected the forward-facing camera.
Once she'd got a photo she was happy with, Jenny hunched over and finished pooping while she pondered over the perfect caption. When none came to mind, she went instead with a poop emoji and winking face, followed by two words:
Much needed!
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from: Jennifer Mártez <[email protected]>
to: [email protected]
date: 29 Aug 2019, 13:26
subject: interview answers
Keira,
all the answers to those questions from the magazine lady are below. hope they're ok!
Jenny x
PS please fix the grammar
Sent From My iPhone
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Can you tell us a bit about what inspired you to make your now-viral ‘I Wet Myself’ video?
Well, I think everyone’s seen what happened to me at Disneyland by now. Pretty embarrassing, huh? But when it went viral I started to wonder what I was so ashamed of. It’s just an accident, really, it happens to everyone. So I decided to make the video to get my side of the story out there, and hopefully help some of my fans see that wee is totally normal. I wanted to do it for everyone, really.
Talk us through what was going on in your head when you started peeing yourself.
Like, obviously, the first thing I thought was oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is really happening. But underneath that was kinda this relief, you know? Like, everyone knows how great it can feel to pee when you’ve been holding it in for ages. So, yeah, there was that too. Then my agent told me to go clean up, so I went. I remember seeing someone filming at the time, but I didn’t mind. It wasn’t a big deal.
When did you realise how much of an impact your story was having?
Right after the video went up, I started to get messages from people who said their video really helped them. Pretty quickly, I saw that my problem was a lot more common than most people realise. Then articles started coming out about what I’d said, too. I really think we’ve started a conversation here that will help people in the long term.
Some people have said that your video left them with more questions than answers. Do you mind answering some of those questions now?
Of course not! That’s what this interview is about after all. Go ahead.
How often would you say you wet yourself? Do you think it’s more or less than the average person?
I actually have way less accidents than I used to these days. But sometimes I can’t help it. I used to wee my pants at least once a month, but now it’s much less often than that. I almost always make it now. As you saw in California, though, it still happens sometimes!
To answer your second question, it’s hard to tell. Nobody really talks about it openly, hopefully that will change soon. If I had to guess I’d say that most girls my age probably wet themselves a few times a year, at least. They’re just scared to admit it. They must at least leak though! Everyone does that sometimes.
And what do you think is the cause of your accidents?
There’s a lot of answers to that question. Usually it’s cos I’m out somewhere and I can’t find a loo in time, or maybe the lines are too long for the bathroom. Sometimes I’m driving home and I can’t hold it. You know, the usual stuff.
But there’s also times when I’m just at home, and I’m busy working or something like that, and I don’t make it if I wait too long to get up. That happens too!
Talk us through a normal day for you. Is rushing to the loo a regular occurrence in your life?
Pretty regular, yeah. I usually wake up needing a wee, but I like a lie in haha. I have a bad habit of lying in bed looking at my phone until I can’t hold it. Some days I leak a bit on the way there, or in bed (oops). I try and drink water to stay healthy, so I usually have to go six or seven times a day, but if I’m busy I’ll hold it till the last minute. Then I try to remember to go before bed, but I usually forget.
Your video has sparked a huge online debate about one thing, so we have to ask: what’s your stance on peeing in the shower?
I say do it! I always have. To be honest I don’t see what the big deal is, it’s just pee. And it’s way easier than getting out of the shower just to pee. If you haven’t tried it yet, just do it.
Friend and fellow YouTuber Sophia Young was filmed having a very different kind of accident alongside you. Do you often go through the same thing?
Who doesn’t? Not all the time, of course, but a couple of times a year, sure. I’m only human.
What do you think people should do to help lift the ‘toilet taboo’, as it’s been dubbed?
We just need to talk about it! The problem is that people are being taught to be ashamed of it. I hope that sharing my stories will help millions of other people like me.
And finally, what’s your response to those who have accused you of using this movement for publicity, only to abandon it once fans lose interest?
I can see why it might look that way, but I assure you that isn’t the case. I’m fully committed to this new me, and it’s not going away any time soon. So if you think I’m faking it, just watch me and see.
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Jenny woke up to that familiar, but not uncomfortable, feeling of fullness in her bladder. She had been woken, not by an alarm, but by the sunlight creeping in through the gaps between the curtains. Groaning, she turned onto her side and grappled for her phone by her pillow. Soon she'd have to get up and relieve herself, but as usual, that could wait. She was naked under the covers, but the early September warmth was no problem even beneath the thick duvet. Her house had an air conditioning system that could have made Spain feel like Antartica if needed.
Her phone was littered with notifications. This was standard by now, and she'd mastered the art of picking out the most important ones first. Ever since she'd really blown up, Jenny started nearly every day with a text from Keira. Today was no different, and she checked the message from her agent before anything else.
Big morning today, it read simply
Jenny frowned at her screen. Was it a big morning? Then it came to her- the interview was being published today. Her phone said it was 10:34, which meant the article had been online for several hours already.
How do you think it's going? she typed back, eager for reassurance that she hadn't overstepped the mark. At first she'd been concerned that her honesty was a little too much for modern England, but with Keira's encouragement she'd decided to send in the interview answers as they were.
So far audience responses seem mostly positive, Keira affirmed, some negative comments, but that's to be expected. People don't like change, and you've just come and dropped a huge bomb in their laps. Not many young, famous women are out here talking about peeing in the shower, Jenny.
Jenny smiled despite herself. They are now, she wrote. Who knows? Maybe we really will start a trend.
It's possible, admitted Keira, but only if you commit and do your bit now. Not just for a week, but properly.
I know, I know. Share my life. Break the taboo. You told me all this when we got back from LA.
Hey, I didn't tell you to say that at the end. "Watch me and see". You have to deliver on that promise, hun, and I think you should start today.
Jenny knew that Keira had a point there, so she didn't argue. Instead she sent back a short reply, effectively ending the conversation. I will.
She'd been thinking a lot about what Keira had said, but hadn't taken any action yet save for the toilet selfie she'd posted a few days ago. That had received more interactions than anything else she'd ever posted. Some of it was appreciated, and some less so. There were people who called her brave, people who called her a skank and people who thought it was hot. She didn't know what reaction made her feel stranger. Sophia had followed suite not long after with one of her own, too.
By the time she closed her messenger, she really did have to pee. It was getting hard to lay still, and she didn't think she'd be able to hold it much longer if her legs happened to part while she shifted in bed. That felt like too good an opportunity to pass up; this was a chance to show people how serious she was about this no-shame thing.
Making herself appear natural and unprepared was a hallmark of Jenny's success, but there were some airs and graces she wasn't prepared to give up just yet. She fished around on the floor beside her bed until she found the t-shirt she'd left there last night, which was pyjama pink and only a little sweaty. Then, from her bedside table, she grabbed a small mirror and some basic makeup to touch up with. When she looked presentable (which was very different by YouTuber standards than it would have been were she not famous, she knew), Jenny cleared the bed and readjusted the pillows to make it look like she really had just woken up. Then she opened up Instagram, as she had a million times before, and switched to her front-facing camera.
"Hey guys," she told the whole world, "so I've just woken up and I'm absolutely busting for a wee, look". She flipped the camera deftly with one finger on the button to show her legs, bouncing up and down underneath the heavy duvet. "But the house is so cold, and I really don't wanna get out of bed. Let me know in the poll what you think I should do".
She created that poll right after filming, and added three options: get up and pee!, stay in bed a bit longer or just let go. That last one came with a winky face to let people know she wasn't really being serious, while leaving room for others to believe she was, if they wanted. Then she spent a few minutes fussing over the filters, trying to get it just right. She wanted to look her best. The theory Jenny had come up with- and Keira agreed- was that the prettier she looked, the less likely people were to be repelled or disgusted by the words that were coming out of her mouth. Most of her audience had been surprisingly chilled about everything so far, but there were a few prudes.
Before she had a chance to change her mind, Jennifer hit the button to publish to her story and slipped half-naked out of bed. For the next twenty-four hours, that video would be free for anyone to watch, no matter where in the world they were. Doubtless thousands would download it and it would end up in YouTube compilations somewhere down the line. The thought was somewhere between frightening and strangely thrilling. As she walked across the room to her en suite bathroom, it hit her how desperately she needed to go. There had been no need for acting there.
A few seconds later she was releasing a torrent into the bowl, enjoying the way her bladder seemed to be shrinking. She peeled the sweaty t-shirt back off over her head now that it was no longer needed. Jenny had always preferred to let it hang out in the mornings, especially when she was up here, alone. Her house was built in such a way that she could waltz past her bedroom windows completely naked without ever having to worry that someone might see her breasts. The freedom to wear as little as she liked was one of her favourite parts of living here.
Only once the pee started to die down did she notice another kind of need. Her bowels were full, which was no surprise considering the size of the meal she'd eaten the night before. A thought crossed her mind- her phone was still with her. She could turn it into content. But that thought was overruled by a second, louder, calmer voice. If she went too full-on with this, people might start to think it was all she was about now. She didn't want her bodily functions to become the focus of her persona- they were more like an added spice, designed to make her just that little bit more relatable at a time where influencers were getting harder and harder to connect to. At least, those were the words Keira had used. So instead she used her phone to check Twitter while the log stretched her out and splashed into the yellow water below.
When she was done, Jenny reached over with one hand to tear off a few squares of paper, almost instinctively. Before she could, though, a better idea came to her. She needed a shower anyway- there was no need to waste loo roll when she was about to get wet all over. So she simply flushed, opened Spotify and started to look for music to play while she showered. Her phone slotted perfectly into the waterproof case that lived on the windowsill next to the bath.
She climbed out twenty minutes later, soaking wet and one orgasm to the better. Her showers often ended up getting carried away like that. On her phone, she saw, was a message from Keira.
I saw your Instagram story- good work, it read, keep that up. And don't be afraid to take it a little further next time!
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The smell of the Thames drifted up along the bank, faintly salty in the September air, and at a table outside of one of the many cafés overlooking the river sat Jenny. She was perched under a parasol, her laptop open in front of her and several used glasses dotted around the wooden surface. Beyond, only a transparent fence stood between her and a twenty foot drop into the water. Dregs of iced coffee at various temperatures sat at the bottom of each empty cup. London was never quiet on a Saturday, but here she was sheltered from the worst of it.
One thing the city still was, though, was warm. It struck Jenny as though this could be the last weekend of the summer. There was an ominous feeling around, like the sun today was making its final proper appearance before slipping into hibernation until March if they were lucky and April if they weren't. She liked the warmth and valued the quiet even more, especially since the sudden rise in fame that had come with her return from California two weeks ago. A trip designed to boost my profile, she thought, and in the end it did.
Jenny had been sat there for the better part of two hours trying to write a vlog, but that wasn't the real reason why she was in town. An interview with Hello! Magazine beckoned, and that was nothing to be taken lightly; the slot she'd been given was usually reserved for those far above her position on the food chain. She was under instruction to meet the journalist at two 'o' clock. Trying, though, to be productive for a change, Jenny had got a taxi into the city in the morning and got to work writing at this little café.
There had been a time, for some New Year's she couldn't remember, when Jenny had resolved to write a blog post every month for her fans. Videos were her forte, but it couldn't hurt to try her hand at alternative media. At the time she'd been persuaded by Keira, who had dreams of a book deal in the distant future. Since then Jenny had managed to publish just one blog- that January.
As it turned out, though, nothing motivated Jenny like positive re-enforcement. Since that unexpected increase in fame, Jenny had more reason than ever to keep producing new work.
Before, being asked to do an interview by anyone was a fairly special occurrence, let alone something as big as Hello!. But things had really started to snowball since she'd released that video, entitled I Wet Myself. Subscribers and followers had shot up on every platform, seeing their biggest growth ever by some distance. Keira was getting more calls each day than she was used to receiving in a week. Almost all of them were people wanting Jenny to promote their brand, or do some interview. Money was coming in faster than ever- all because I pissed myself at Disneyland.
Beneath the table, her belly gurgled threateningly. The need had been growing inside of her, but Jenny had put it off, hoping that denial would prolong her resilience. The bathrooms were only twenty yards away, but she couldn't leave her laptop unattended for even a couple of minutes. It was too valuable to lose, for more reasons than one. And packing it all back into her bag just to get it back out again right away was more effort than Jenny was willing to go through unless she absolutely had to. It was a nice day, and she was happy where she was. There wasn’t exactly much room in there- she’d left the clothes she planned to have her interview in in the bag, ready to change into them later.
So she had kept writing her blog... and, by some miracle, she was almost done. While the protests of her bowels had grown stronger and more uncomfortable, she'd managed to keep typing, quelling the cramps with the coolness of each iced coffee. As she reached the final paragraph, Jenny resolved to pay the bill soon so she could get going. She'd back her bag, make a pit stop in the ladies' bathroom and then set off for her interview. Yes, the next time the waitress came over, she'd ask for the cheque. It was almost time now.
She had just put the full stop at the end of her final sentence when the phone in her lap rang. The vibrations were a wonderful thrill on her crotch, but Jenny was in no state to enjoy them with a storm brewing in her stomach.
"Jenny!" came Keira's voice at the other end of the line, "just checking everything's going well".
It was all Jenny could do not to groan. "Yeah, all fine, thanks," she said. "I'm at a café. I actually just finished a blog, thinking of putting it up today".
Keira sounded unsure. "I'm glad you're getting some writing done, but let me look over it before you publish anything, yeah?"
This time she did groan. "Yeah. I'll email it to you".
"And that interview-"
"I'm about to head over there now," Jenny interrupted her, "it's all sorted".
"Great," Keira said happily.
"Honestly," Jenny chided, biting savagely at one of her fake nails, "you should give me more credit".
There was a pause. "Sorry".
Jenny couldn't help laughing. "I'm more than capable of looking after myself, Keira. I'm an adult," she said, shifting awkwardly on her seat to make the need to poop less pronounced and wistfully eyeing the bathroom door over her shoulder.
When the call was over, Jenny went back over her blog and tried to take out as many mistakes as she could. After what she'd said to Keira, it would be ridiculous to send an article riddled with errors, and she still had plenty of time before she had to get to her interview. Turning up early would mean waiting around, and that was more patience than Jenny had going for her. The need to take a dump was slightly less pronounced when she was leaning back, so she popped the Macbook on her lap, feeling its heat against her thighs.
When the waitress came round again, asking if Jenny would like the bill, she instead smiled sweetly and asked for another iced coffee. Later, if someone had asked, she wouldn't have been able to explain why. But with a while to spare, she'd developed quite a thirst. So the waitress disappeared and returned a minute later with another tall, frothing glass, which Jenny gratefully started to sip down. She could spend twenty minutes drinking the latest round and still make it to the interview in time, and that was what she planned on doing.
Good as it tasted, though, the drink didn't come without a price. As she slurped it down, Jenny's need hit a new high. She found herself needing to fidget on the spot just to keep her insides in place, and more than once she could hear her stomach grumbling through her clothes. If there had been anyone else at the table, they would doubtless have heard the same. But still her laziness outweighed her urge to poop... for now. Besides, she was almost done spellchecking; if there were any more mistakes left in the text, she hadn't spotted them yet.
Despite all this, the fart still took her by surprise. She went to cross her legs, thinking that might help reduce the pressure, and it slipped out all at once: a thunderous, growling, unexpectedly loud one that made the fancy chair below vibrate. Jenny gasped, her cheeks flushing. She glanced quickly around the courtyard, trying to figure out if anyone had heard. If that was the case, though, they were doing a good job of being discreet- none of her fellow diners were looking her way. They would never recognise me anyway, she thought. Not in a place like this.
The fart had been the strongest indication yet that she needed to get to a loo soon. As the smell drifted up to her nostrils, it was easy for Jenny to diagnose how bad the situation was. From the powerful stench, she could guess that the poo was pretty much already sticking out of her butt, crowning, probably touching cloth by now. It was more of a poop smell than a fart smell. And yet it would be a waste to get up now, when she was so close to finishing off her work. Better to hold on a little longer, just a few minutes more, and then she could go once she was done. Then she wouldn't need to concentrate on anything but emptying her bowels.
Jenny was well aware that she had something of a problem with putting off going to the bathroom when she needed to, but in the moment she rarely even realised she was procrastinating. It was too easy to justify carrying on with whatever she was doing- sometimes work, but more often games or sex or social media- and just keep telling herself she would go when she was finished, until she just... went.
Still, though, as she checked her work and checked again, the desperate urge to evacuate her colon only got worse. For another ten minutes she sat at that table, typing and erasing and correcting. Boats kept drifting past in the corner of her eye. The smell of her gas was gradually blown away by the breeze and replaced by more London air. Jenny's left foot took to permanently tapping on the floor, and though she didn't take her eyes off of her screen, the rest of her body was focused on holding it in as best she could.
She was finally ready to email the damned thing off when the worst cramp yet hit. Out of nowhere, it felt as though an iron hand was squeezing her bowels, crushing them in a metal grip. Jenny was powerless to stop an audible gasp from escaping her lips, and she grabbed her belly with one hand, closing her eyes to try and wait out the pain. It took a few seconds to really die down. When she opened her eyes again, there was a sense of genuine urgency for the first time that day. Suddenly she was in real trouble.
When the urge to fart came to her again, Jenny knew she was powerless to keep it back. The pressure was too strong, and it needed release. So, checking once over her shoulder, she lifted one bumcheek and stopped holding it in for just a second. That was all it took- but she got more than she bargained for. The fart spilled out, a wet one that rasped against her skin and left the inside of her jeans damp and doubtless brown. When she was forced to sit back down again, the mush squashed and pressed into her bare cheeks.
It was then, and only then, that Jenny was forced to truly confront the reality of the situation. She'd done the thing she had tried so hard to avoid for all this time- waiting too long to go to the toilet in public. And now she was paying for her carelessness. It was ironic, in a way, that for once she was suffering because she'd been too engrossed in her work rather than social media or a game as per usual. But that didn't change the outcome. Judging by the cramped, hot feeling in her heavy bowels, she stood no chance of making it to the bathroom in time.
Jenny lifted herself just a little off the seat again, but this time it was much more than just a wet fart that slipped out. She closed her yes, grateful her face was turned away from the rest of the crowd, and her lips parted in a near-silent sigh of relief just as her hole parted to finally let the thick, solid mass begin to pass through. She could hear the faint crackling noise she made as she messed herself, but the sounds of the city surely drowned it out of the ears of others, and the breeze helped to blow away the earthy odour that her accident was creating.
Her cheeks turned red, not from shame but from the strange sensation of her colon emptying so quickly. The widest part of her poop was quickly past her ring, stretching her just enough that it wasn't painful, just enough that it felt almost like having a man in her. After that, the rest rushed out more quickly than she could ever have expected. It was loose, and lost shape as soon as it was squished between her hairless cheeks and the fabric of her jeans, and underneath, the firm chair. By then the sensations of twisted pleasure were so good that it was all Jenny could do not to moan, lest she give the game away.
The unloading stopped suddenly, but Jenny didn't feel empty yet. She paused, grimaced and pushed, and a moment later a final solid log dropped into her underwear. By then her arms were aching from the feeling of holding herself in the air for so long. So, seeing no other option, she slowly settled herself back onto the seat, feeling her thick mess spread beneath her bum.
Her laptop still sat open in front of her. Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder, she sent off the email and packed it back into her bag. Her ass was warm from where the accident had coated it. When Jenny leant forward, she felt some dampness in her panties. She hadn't even noticed leaking, but it made sense that she might lose some bladder control when her bowels were emptying so violently. She'd need to make sure her wee was completely out before setting off for the interview. No, I don't, she remembered, that's the whole bloody point.
Seconds later, the waitress returned with her sweet smile. Jenny had wondered if someone standing so close might be able to smell that she hadn't quite made it, but if the girl noticed she gave no indication. When she asked if another iced coffee was in order, Jenny politely declined and asked for the bill, feeling a strange thrill to know that she was sitting in a mess of her own making. It was more than naughty- it was like a secret that only she knew, even though anyone who looked for longer than a few seconds would surely catch her in the act. By the time the waitress bought over the card reader, Jenny was ready to go, and stood up as soon as she'd paid her sixty pounds.
Not for the first time that morning, Jenny was pleased that the ladies' bathroom was so close. She marched in there before anyone had a chance to clock the bulge in the back of her jeans, and locked herself in the furthest cubicle from the door. Carefully, she took the spare jeans and underwear from her bag and hung them on the stall door. Then she stripped out of her shoes and dirty jeans and got to work.
Thankfully, most of her poo had been contained in the knickers she'd put on that morning. It would be the last time she wore this particular pair. She stood awkwardly so that one leg was on either side of the spotless toilet bowl, then gradually lowered her pants until the weight of the dump caused it to roll out of the cradle and splash heavily into the water, leaving dark skidmarks on the way down. Satisfied, Jenny stepped out of the panties and dumped them into the bowl. On top of those went sheets and sheets of paper matted thick with poo that she'd scraped off of her thighs, bum and crack.
It took a few minutes before she felt more or less clean again. A flush and a few squirts of perfume from her bag dealt with most of the smell. Soon she was in her fresh clothes and walking out of the bathroom again, and in a time short enough that there was no reason anyone should get suspicious. She left behind a clogged bowl, a pair of slightly shitty jeans and any evidence that she was the one behind it.
Jenny couldn't help grinning to herself as she walked past the staff and back out onto the London street. By the time her accident was discovered she would be long gone, and nobody in there would know who she was. This was one toilet escapade she wouldn't be sharing on social media... for at least a few weeks. |
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“I think I’ve got everything!” Broom, wand, quills, parchment, cauldron, robes...
“If I forgot anything just send it by owl! I don’t want to be too late. Bye Mum! Thanks!”
“Don’t forget Shade’s food!” She called from the driver side of the car.
“I got it! Love you bye!” Joe called back over his shoulder. Across the lot he could see the clock display read 10:45.
“Got my wand, got my broom, got my robes. Got Shade. Should be fine.” The mantra repeated a few times in his head as he joined the crowd waiting around the platform. Mostly muggles, he thought he heard an owl cooing down the line though. It made him grin and he poked a finger into the large cage on the cart. The dark grey owl ruffled his feathers a bit and tried to stuff his heard further under his wing.
Now that he was here at the station, Joe started to relax a little about what may or may not have been forgotten. He let his thoughts drift to the bubbling excitement he felt in his chest.
“I wonder if Caitlin is here. Probably is, I hope I get to see her before the great hall. I wonder what I’ll say. I hope I say something. I mean, There were so many chances last year... maybe this is the one.”
“Hey!”
“She likes herbology. That was the last, and first thing we talked about. I can work with that.. what is that?”
“HEY!!”
Joe snapped out of his thoughts abruptly looking up to see Curtis jog across the last row of parking lot.
“Hey! Jose! Check out my new broom!”
Curtis called as he joined beside Joe.
“Woah! Nice you got a 4600! That’s going to be a nice improvement for you this year. Can’t wait to get out there! Nice to see you buddy. Hope the summer was good to you.” Joe pulled him in for a big handshake and they moved ahead towards the platform.
“Cutting it pretty close this year eh?” Joe glances at the clock- 10:51.
“Fuck it who cares?” Curtis said “we’ve got a whole year away in the magical world.” He lifted up on his toes and scanned the crowd “have you seen anyone?”
“No. Maybe a second year but no one we know. Kev is probably on the train being on time like everyone else.” Joe said with a laugh.
They finally had some room to get to platform 9 3/4.
“Alright Jose you go first. We’ll meet near the snack trolley if we can. That’s where Brit will try to sit. If not just try to get a spot near some of the other girls!”
Joe grabbed the cart and headed briskly towards the wall that was the gate.
He passed through at the same time as the last warning for boarding came from above. He jumped at the loud sound and started moving towards the back of the train, dodging around the last of the people to leave the platform. There was a knot of excitement building in his chest. Ahead he could see Vera waiting to board. This was it.
“Alright I’m going to walk by, I’ll be looking at the train, then, as I pass I’ll look at her and make eye contact. At that time I’ll smile and say “hey”. Fool proof let’s go.”
He was still far enough away that he could check her out unnoticed. He could see the way her jeans hugged her thighs and the curvature of her hips.
“Muggles sure do know how to dress sexy. It’ll be all robes from here on.” He thought, heart racing. Feeling blood rush through him, every beat resonating in his ears. Feeling his groin start to press against the crotch of his jeans. Just the thought of her body sent a charge through him.
Only one train car length separated them now. Joe took a glance back and saw Curtis working his way back as well. He turned ahead and stole one last glance at Vera.
“Shes alone too, this is the perfect chance, as long as I keep it cool.” Joe thought. His nerves were wound right now and his palms were tingling and sweaty. The rush of blood and emotion brought waves of magical energy coursing through every fibre of his being.
An image of Vera looking up at him with with his dick in her mouth made what was now a rock hard erection push even harder against the inside of his pants, as if it could reach out to her right now.
It was at this moment that joe approached and remembered to stop staring at her. He jerked his head to the left so she wouldn’t notice him staring, hopefully.
“Ok, one more step, then look, smile, hey.”
As this flashed through his mind a slightly raised crack in the cement platform caught his right toe. He caught his balance, smashing his left knee into his cart in the process. He lurched forwards a few more steps before regaining a normal walk, bringing him he realized past his opportunity with Vera.
“Hey walk much?” Curtis laughed coming up beside him. “There’s Vera over there eh? Let’s get on the train, if she’s waiting here I’m sure the other girls are on one of these train cars.”
“Alright cool. I was going to say hi to Vera but then I tripped like an asshole. Let’s grab the seats on the south side near the snack trolley. That’s a good spot.” As Curtis pulled his case up onto the train Joe glanced back to Vera. From this angle her ass had never looked better, as if she were squeezing tight with her thighs. She was staring at the distance and hadn’t moved an inch since Joe had approached.
“Maybe she didn’t see me at all. Maybe that’s for the best anyways.” Joe took another few heartbeats hoping to burn the image of her body into his mind for later.
“Are her jeans changing colour? It looks like the inner thighs are getting darker.” Another heartbeat passed and once again her jeans were uniform in colour. “Weird trick of the light I guess.” Joe turned and followed Curtis onto the train. |
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A warm shape collided with Vera and almost knocked her down had she not caught herself on her suitcase. She had barely rounded the corner into the trains corridor and Brittany had thrown herself onto her.
“Hey! Oh Im so glad to see you! The time isn’t the same without you around eh? Here, I saved the seats by the snack trolley.”
Vera planted a big kiss on Brittany’s cheek before getting into the cabin.
“You’re a beauty Brit! I missed you. At least we’ve got a few hours on this train to catch up on our summers. I want to hear all about this Muggle boy. Are they different?”
Brit closed the sliding door as they sat across form each other.
“It wasn’t that bad. I thought that maybe, it would be tiny, because of the theory that all wizards use enlarging spells down there. But no, it was about the same as a magic dick haha!”
“Well that’s good to know! If I ever get with a muggle I wont have to use an Engorging charm.” Vera chuckled. “Is he going to be writing you this semester? Did you tell him you’re a witch?”
“No I didn’t! He kept trying to buy me stuff and asking about numbers. Muggles are so odd to me. Did you meet anyone this summer?”
“No I mostly laid low. Helped my parents work on the gardens so they can harvest a bunch of food I wont get to eat.”
Brittany waited exactly the minimum amount of time after Vera’s response to delve back into her own escapades without being overtly rude. “He wanted me to 'go for a drive’ with him. What is that? Just going around…”
Vera let her speak as her thoughts drifted back to her bladder. She grabbed her water bottle while acknowledging Brittany and took a long swell of water.
“Let’s see if we can’t have some fun on this train.”
“Here Brit have some water, it’s important to stay hydrated.”
“You’re so right. I’m actually dying right now, and you know what the best part is?” she grabbed her wand and tapped the side of the water bottle, which began filling with water “I’m a witch again!”
“Hell yeah we are! Couple of badass witches. Finish off that bottle and let me fill it up! That looked fun! We’ll each drink one more so were hydrated.”
They both did and Vera could already feel the liquid hitting her. Brit looked out the window and Vera noticed her hand shift subconsciously to her crotch. Vera knew that the food trolleys would start making their rounds soon with the first round of snacks. She also knew that if Brit left to the bathroom now she would get stuck behind the snack cart and miss out. A tap on the bottle filled it and with a smile she drank half of it before passing it over to Brittany. She drank from it slowly and wondered out loud where everyone else was.
“I didn’t see anyone, except Professor Longbottom. I’m planning to continue my extracurricular herbology studies this year.” Vera said with a grin.
“Man Vera you are the baddest witch in the year hands down”
Vera accepted that merely by widening her grin “I fucked up Vera. I cant make it to the bathroom in time. I’ll miss the snacks! I drank two coffees this morning too, ugh I’m going to explode!”
“You’ll be fine Brit. Just sit back and breathe slow. Divert your thoughts, tell me more about this muggle, what was his name-”
“Nope! I’m going now! I’m going to run and beat the carts!”
Vera stood up, turned around and sat right square on Brittany’s lap.
“ You’re not going anywhere missy. It just so happens that I also have to pee Brit. It also just so happens, that I have a solution to our dilemma. But you’re going to have to bend you’re instincts a little.”
Vera leaned deeper into Brittany’s lap, pressing back against her breasts with her shoulders.
“Mmmm Vera you’re really pushing against my crotch. It’s not exactly helping! Oh Vera! Vera- ahh no I can’t hold it!”
One final squeak of resistance left Brittany, along with the first flood of urine onto the seat. Vera could hear it streaming out of her body and started to feel wetness on the backs of her thighs. The warmth sent a chill through Vera’s body and she let go control of her bladder as well. It was puddling in Brittany’s crotch and starting to flow down Vera’s thighs, the first few drops spattering on the ground. A sigh of relief that was also a moan of pleasure escaped Vera as she moved her wand in arcs around their legs, moving upwards and evaporating the wetness.
“Oh wow that’s so smart” Brittany adjusted herself under Vera “keep doing that, I’m going to keep peeing right here on this seat. That feels good!”
Vera extinguished the rest of their mess with a few passes of her wand and resumed her seat across from Brittany.
“That’s how I spent most of my summer, except I didn’t have an evaporating spell I could use! Mmm it feels so good! Isn’t it warm in your pants?”
“I definitely didn’t hate it.” Brit said.
“Let’s make a bet for this semester Brit. If you can pee with me in each of our different classes, then I’ll recommend you join for my extracurricular studies with Professor Longbottom.”
“You’ll be peeing too?”
“Yes, we will do it all together. You saw how easy it was. You have nothing to lose, except your chance to experience a Professor.” As Vera said it she knew she had her.
“OK fine. But this better be as good as you’ve cooked it up to be.”
There was a rap on the door by the snack vendor, Brittany’s eyes snapped to focus.
“Perfect timing! I know exactly what I’m getting!”
Vera smiled with laughter that reached all the way to her eyes and she reached to open the door. |
It's kinda funny. Harley, Ivy and Catwoman starred in my first omo story nearly six years ago. Now, I'm revisiting them. Harley and Ivy already starred in Day 2, so let's check in with our cat burglar.
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Day 17: Relieving themselves in a potted plant Catwoman (DC Comics)
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The nights in Gotham City were long and dark, no matter the time of year. That suited Selina Kyle, better known as Catwoman, just fine. The cover of darkness allowed her to pull off some of her greatest heists.
And if I’m lucky, she thought, tonight’s will be one of them.
Selina was currently perched on the seventh-story windowsill of an old apartment building. The building itself was run down and in dire need of repair, but it was what was on the inside that mattered. Nobody would ever suspect that such a dump could hide a fortune. But rumor on the streets said that was just what Sam LePailey was doing. Apparently, the reclusive millionaire was keeping a safe full of cash in a room he had rented long-term. Selina wasn’t sure why, but she knew the money would soon be hers.
Using the sharpened claws of her costume, Selina pried the window open and slipped inside. She found herself inside a large study, and her first thought was that she was in the wrong room. There was nothing to indicate that a man of wealth occupied it, no fancy suits lying around or empty bottles of champagne. Instead, there were dozens and dozens of potted plants of all shapes and sizes.
“What the hell?” Selina muttered. She went over the building’s layout in her head one more time.
I’m in the right room, she realized. This must be some kind of bizarre attempt to hide the money. Well, it’s not going to work!
Slowly and methodically, Selina began to sweep the room. She checked under the bed, searched the closets, and even rolled up the cheap carpets to examine the floorboards. Yet she didn’t find even a single penny.
“Dammit!” she hissed. “Where’s he hiding it all?” Her gaze turned to the numerous plants. She grabbed the nearest one and dug through the soil, but still she found nothing.
It’s gotta be in one of these! she thought. This could take a while…
After several minutes of searching potted plants, Selina was beginning to get fed up. The air in the apartment was hot and musty, her hands were caked with dirt, and the scent of all the plants was overpowering.
And, Selina realized, feeling a pressure in her midsection, I could use a bathroom break. She hadn’t taken the time to pee before setting out on her heist, and now she was starting to regret it. Her skintight leather suit wasn’t good for a full bladder.
Never mind that, she told herself. Just find the money, then find a restroom.
Feeling her urge to pee getting worse, Selina searched ever more frantically. She tore through the potted plants, sending soil flying everywhere. Yet not one of them contained the promised riches. Frustrated beyond belief, Selina finally came to the last plant, a shrub she couldn’t identify in a pot the size of a toilet bowl.
Don’t think about toilets, she told herself as her bladder throbbed. She got down on her knees and sifted through the soil. Once again, Selina came up empty-handed. She growled in rage and frustration.
All this time and effort wasted! she fumed. And I still need to pee! Wait… that gives me an idea.
Grinning wickedly, Selina unzipped her suit and let it fall down around her ankles. The air chilled her; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Selina bent her knees and backed up, hovering her rear end about a foot over the large pot.
“Well, Mr. LePailey,” she sneered, “here’s what I think of your plants!” She felt her urine flow through her, then out onto the soil with a loud splattering sound. Selina laughed and shook her hips to really give the shrub a good soaking. It felt good, both to relieve herself after so long and to get revenge on the man who wasted her time.
Selina was still in mid-pee when she heard a lock click. Before she could react, several things happened at once. The door flew open, a female voice shouted harshly, and vines wrapped around Selina’s ankles and hoisted her into the air. Hanging upside-down, she could feel the rest of her pee trickling down her naked body. She turned her head, trying not to get it in her eyes or mouth.
“Who dares,” growled the female voice, “to enter- wait. Selina?” The lights came on, revealing the speaker: Poison Ivy.
“What the hell is going on?” asked Ivy. Upside-down, naked, and covered in her own pee, Selina blushed as she realized how strange she must have looked.
“I thought Sam LePailey was renting this place,” she said.
“What? No!” Ivy replied. “I’m using this room to grow my plants. Sam LePailey was just an alias.”
“No hidden fortune then?” Selina groaned. “Ivy, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“Well, you never asked,” said Ivy with a shrug.
“Okay, lesson learned,” said Selina. “Now will you please let me down?”
Ivy huffed. “After you tore up my precious plants? After you peed on one of them?”
“Hey, I was just watering it,” Selina offered weakly. She felt the vines tighten. “Okay, you’re not in the mood for jokes. I’m sorry. Please, just let me go.” The vines retracted, and she fell to the floor in a heap. Selina got to her feet and pulled her suit back up, wincing at the pee stains all over her.
“I let you off easy this time,” Ivy warned her, “but you’d better not try anything like this again. Otherwise, I’ll show you what else I can do with vines…”
“Point taken,” Selina assured her. “From now on, I’ll stick to the litter box.”
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For anyone wondering who Sam LePailey is, check out Poison Ivy's real name... |
I've never done this before, but decided to try some writing myself..
23-year old Dana grabbed her buzzing phone from the table in front of her. It was her boyfriend. He was supposed to be here half an hour ago, but probably got held up at work. She picked up her phone, 'Hi Jason'. 'Dana, hi. I'm so sorry I'm late, it's been really busy all day at the store and on top of that, Brett went home sick a few hours ago. But I'm ready to close up now. I'm just gonna run to the loo, haven' t been able to go all day... and then I'm on my way'. Dana's heart jumped at the thought of Jason holding his pee all day and at the urgency in his voice when he said it. This meant that he didn't pee since 8 am. It was now 5:30 pm. Jason didn't know about her 'thing' for a cute male holding his full bladder, but they have been dating for quite some time now and Jason has been really open about what he likes, so maybe this was a good upportunity to find out how he thinks about her thing and being part of it. 'See you in about fifteen minutes!' Jason said before making an attempt to hang up the phone. 'Jason, wait! Can I ask you a favor? '. 'Yeah sure, what is it?' Jason responded. 'Can you delay going to the bathroom until you're here? No questions asked?' Dana asked nervously. 'Ehm..I don't know.. I've been wanting to go for a while now. It never happened before, but I'm truly worried about leaking in de car if I wait.' Dana wasn't willing to give up so quickly. 'Please try? It's only a ten minute drive, you can do that, right?' Jason let out a sign through the phone. 'Allright, but then I have to leave now. See you in a bit.'
About ten minutes later Dana saw the car driving into their parking lot. She watched Jason get out of the car, immediately bending over and grabbing his cock through his pants, before taking a sprint to the front door. Dana opened the door for him and Jason rushed in, breathing heavily. 'I haven' t been this desperate for the loo in my life' he claimed, dancing in the hallway trying to take of his shoes. 'My bladder is going to explode'. Dana quickly helped him taking of his coat and shoes and grabbed his arm to take him upstairs before he got the chance to go to the toilet in de hallway. On the way Jason kept grabbing his crotch and couldn't walk without bending over. He moaned repeatedly, trying to hold on without knowing what for. 'I need to go' Jason said urgently when they stepped into the bedroom. 'Just a few minutes' Dana said, aroused from the sighting of her slim, handsome boyfriend holding his clearly overfilled bladder. Due to his fullness and his normally flat belly, she could see the outline of his bladder even with his shirt on. 'Can you lay on the bed?' She asked him. He looked at her, realising what was probably going on. 'You like this, don't you? Me holding off peeing'. Dana blushed, 'kinda'. Dana pulled down his pants since Jason seemed unable to do so himself at his current state. Jason tried to do what his girlfriend had asked and held his throbbing penis tight, slowly laying down on his back on the bed. 'Ahh, I think some came out' he said while doing so, with a shocked face. He removed his hand from his crotch and Dana saw a little wet spot on his underwear. His bulge was huge, his penis throbbing from the pressure. Dana sat down next to him and lifted his shirt, revealing his distended bladder. It was sticking out of his abdomen multiple inches, up to his navel. Dana was shocked. She knew he could hold quite well, considering his liquid intake and the few toilet visits on regular days, but this was beyond her fantasy. How much was in his bladder? She looked at Jason's face, his eyes were firmly shut, gritting his teeth. His forehead was moist from drips of sweat. His hands clenched into fists next to him, tightly holding the banket he was laying on. 'Hold on a bit longer' Dana said, hurrieing downstairs to get a measuering cup. She really wanted to know how much Jason was holding in his bursting full bladder. Luckily she knew were to find it and was back upstairs in a matter of seconds. Jason was still laying on the bed, but curled up with both of his hands in his crotch. 'ahh, I'm bursting! Whatever it is you want to do, you need to do it now! I can literally feel the piss in my penis. I can't hold it for more than a minute anymore!' Dana had to act quick. She lend him a hand so he could stand up. 'Can you try to stand up straight?' she asked him, looking at hem bend over with his legs pushed against each other. Without saying a word he tried to do what she asked, able to stand almost straight. It took his toll however, a few seconds spurt of urine escaping his penis through his hands. He managed to stop the flow, his hands firmly around his penis. He tried to stand still, while Dana took a squid position and lifted his shirt once more, wanting to feel his bladder bulge. She gently put her hand on it, feeling it's shape and firmness, until Jason couldn't take it anymore and started squirming uncontrollably trying to keep his urine inside for Dana as long as possible. He couldn't help but squirt again, for five seconds this time, before he could control himself again. 'Ohh, I'm so full.. I can't hold it in!' He took his throbbing penis out of his boxershort, pinching the tip as hard as he could. Dana knew Jason was well beyond his limit, but just couldn't stop. She was so aroused by his need to urinate and his ability to still hold on and stop the leaks. She pulled his underwear down to his ancles. 'Let go of your penis and try to hold it' she commended. Jason did as he was told, but immediately started leaking again. Urine kept dropping from the tip of his penis. He could barely stop himself from grabbing his penis again, but resisted the urge. Instead Dana kept a hold on his penis, squeezing it to try and helping him hold on for as long as possible. Jason moaned. 'I have to go so fucking bad... If it wasn't for you I would have printed to the toilet ages ago. I don't know how I'm still holding it all in. The pressure is immense..' Dana could feel the pressure while holding his penis. It kept throbbing and moving up and down trying to force the urine out. Unable to hold his bladder any longer, urine started to constantly flow out of the tip of Jason his penis, despite the grip Dana had on his penis. 'ahh, it hurts, please let go! I can't stand the pressure!' Jason yelled, jumping up and down. Dana quickly grabbed the measuring cup with her free hand, aimed his penis and loosened her grip. The flow came out full force now. Wondering if he would still be able to stop, she asked him to cut it off. The stream become a little les forcefull for a few seconds, but wouldn't stop and went full forse again soon. It wasn't before a minute and a half before his steam started to slow down. A few more spurts came out before he was finally empty. Jason let himself fall to his knees. 'Jesus christ, I thought I was going to explode.' Dana looked at the measuring cup, filed with urine to the 1.6 litre mark. 'My god Jason, you really were bursting'. She put the cup down and kissed him, followed by a whisper, 'thank you'. |
The Mondstadt Cliffside Incident
Genshin Impact fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: This story follows the Omovember Day 19 prompt "Desperate and in need of assistance." It is also inspired by artwork, shown within the story.)
"Okay, just one camp left to go!"
Amber, the sole Outrider Knight of Mondstadt, hiked through the woods with a smile and confident stride. Today had been a long day of patrolling the city's perimeter, locating hilichurl camps, and bringing the pain to the savage creatures before they got too close and endangered innocent lives. No one could tell that from the pep in her step, however, still as full of energy as when she began her quest.
"That's a relief! Paimon was getting tired just watching you two do all that walking and fighting!" The fairy-like girl replied from behind as she floated alongside her traveler companion. He merely kept silent and stoic while he trailed behind.
"Heh heh, well hope you both still have some strength left, because I saved the toughest part for last!" Right as she said that, the woods ahead cleared up to reveal a tall cliff, where she turned and faced her friends with hands on her hips.
"Uh, Amber? Are you sure you went the right way?" asked Paimon. "I don't see a camp anywhere."
"That's because it's a good several dozen feet above our location." She lifted a finger upwards. "This last camp has a good view of the trail you'd normally take to get up this mountain, so they'd see us coming. That's why we're going to get the drop on them by climbing this wall and attacking from their blind spot. They'll never know what hit them!"
"Ohhhh," said Paimon as she looked up the side of the cliff. "That's actually a smart idea. Almost too smart. Are we really talking to Amber or a Fatui agent in disguise?"
That line stung a little, but Amber didn't show it. "Well, if I was a Fatui agent, would I know the perfect recipe for flame-cooked Paimon stew?"
"Hey, not you too! Paimon gets enough of that from him!" she whined, puffing her cheeks. "Well, I guess that's our Amber after all."
"Yep, one-hundred percent Outrider Amber, that's me! Now speaking of food, let's get up this cliff so we can smash these monsters and be home in time for dinner." Her award-winning grin faltered for a moment. "Now, uh, would you mind going first? You're our swordsman, after all. Need you up front so I can line my shots up just right.”
Paimon turned to the Traveler and said, "That, and she probably doesn't want you looking up at her heinie the whole way."
"L-less talking, more climbing!" said Amber, her cheeks turning as red as her clothes. Thankfully, they listened to her and walked past, beginning to scale the wall, or fly alongside for moral support in Paimon's case.
The moment they were no longer paying attention, Amber dropped her smile and placed a hand between her legs. As it turned out, Paimon was half right about having them go first. The other reason was so it'd be easier to hide her rapidly-growing problem.
In all her adventuring today, Amber had not stopped at all to squat behind a bush and relieve her aching bladder. How could she, though? The Traveler had been with her since morning, and she always had her reservations about even mentioning she had to pee around a boy. Not just that, but she was part of the Knights of Favonius! She couldn't let a little piddle keep her from protecting the people of Mondstadt.
She would hold it until they made it back to town, then beeline for the nearest public toilet and enjoy a well-deserved relieving squat for a job well done. That was the promise she made herself, and she was sticking to it no matter how full she got, and she was pretty darn full right now.
"Just one more camp, that's it. You can do this," she told herself in a whisper. Putting her smile back on, she approached the sheer rock wall, thankfully riddled enough to make climbing a breeze for a seasoned adventurer like her.
Staring at the cliff, Amber took a quick breath before jumping up and grabbing onto the wall, gripping hard and pressing her feet onto the rock with expert finesse.
"Eep!" Already, she had reason to doubt her previous confidence. The sudden jolts went straight to her bladder, creating enough painful pressure to make her wince and clench up for a good few seconds.
"Hey! You okay there?" yelled Paimon from above.
In a flash, Amber looked up and smiled, seeing the two looking down from a fair ways up already. "Y-yup! Better keep climbing, or I might beat you to the top."
The Traveler and Paimon merely shrugged and returned to climbing, letting Amber sigh and refocus on her current predicaments. This climb wasn't going to be as easy as she thought, but there was no turning back now. She'd grit her teeth and get through it.
And so, Amber began the long climb to the top, one limb at a time. She kept a steady pace so as to stay safe and not tax her bladder any further. This proved easier said than done, unfortunately. The cliff might have been scalable, but it was full of tough spots that required total concentration and limb strength to safely traverse. Moments like having to leap upwards to reach another hole to latch onto, splitting her legs across footholds far from each other, and using her momentum to swing onto another crag when her path became blocked. The wind along the cliffs proved a challenge as well. Not only did the gusts make climbing more difficult, but they kept her chilly, something that never mixed well with a full bladder.
These slowly but surely added up to a fatigue in all of her muscles, but especially the ones in her groin. With every shift and stop, the pressure only became stronger, robbing more of her focus and willpower. She tried, but her climbing speed inevitably slowed down, trailing behind her friends by a fair amount.
The more time passed, the less confident Amber became in her holding abilities. Doubtful thoughts entered her head, filling her with worry as to what she was going to do if she couldn’t make it back to Mondstadt… no, not even make it up the cliff before her bladder gave out on her. Still, she knew deep down that she couldn’t let it beat her. A true knight never gave up, no matter how hard the going got, or how badly she wanted to go for that matter.
Keep climbing, she kept reassuring herself, Keep going, don't stop, don't let it out, don't let it out, don't-
"Ah!"
Amber immediately locked in place. Despite her utmost efforts, her guard had wavered for just a moment, long enough to allow a good spurt to escape into her underwear, and possibly even her shorts. Amber thanked her fashion sense that they were dark and hard to see when wet.
But that was absolutely not what she needed to be thinking about right now. With her hold weaker than ever, she was totally on the brink of wetting herself. She needed to get off this cliff as soon as possible. To her dismay, a quick glance above and below showed her that wasn't going to happen. After all her climbing and struggling, she was only halfway up the mountain, too far up to safely drop to the ground yet still too far from the top that she had any hope of making it before the dam fully burst.
With that impossible, Amber thought of the only other thing she could do with the little time she had left: try and get her bottoms pulled down to safely let loose on the rock wall. It'd be embarrassing for sure, especially if her friends looked down, but not as bad as peeing her pants and giving the hilichurls a way to smell her coming. But that just wasn't possible, either. She could only use a single hand to undo her belt and zipper, then pull both her shorts and panties off, all while keeping a firm grip on the cliff to make sure she didn't fall off. Her glider would keep her from plummeting to her doom, but she absolutely would be causing a rainbow to appear from a little shower between her legs on the way down.
It just wasn't happening. No matter how she looked at it, there was no way out of the emergency situation she had created for herself. A shimmer grew in her eyes as the despair set in, knowing her reputation and underwear was about to be forever stained.
"Amber?"
"Wah!?" Amber nearly jumped all the way up the cliff in surprise. There was Paimon, floating right next to her with eyes full of concern.
"You doing okay?" she asked.
Amber was well past the point of keeping up her appearance. "N-no, I'm not!" she replied in a shaky voice. "I'm… I'm about to pee my pants!"
"Pee-pee? Oh no!" Paimon covered her mouth. Amber had a kindred spirit for how embarrassing such an act would be. "Is… is there anything I can do to help?"
"Uh, I…" As Amber fixated on Paimon's hands, she could practically feel the spark of inspiration in her brain. "Yes! I need you to pull my bottoms down!"
"Y-your bottoms!?" Now Paimon's face was as red as hers.
"I can't do it myself. You're my only hope!" Amber looked her right in the eyes. "Paimon, as an Outrider Knight, I ask to p-please help me out in my time of need!"
Paimon only hesitated for a moment before her brow furrowed in determination. "Leave it to me, Amber!" She quickly looked up and yelled "Hey! No peeking down here for a couple minutes!"
Eep, I forgot about him! Amber could only hope her friend would respect her privacy even now.
Paimon went straight to work, floating down to Amber's waist and getting her little hands around the bottom of her outfit. "How does Paimon get this off?"
"T-the buckle is on the side. You gotta unhook it, just… don't pull too hard!"
Mustering the last of her holding strength, Amber clenched down as Paimon's hands found and pulled on the loop. The extra squeeze was like agony on her bladder.
"Got it!" The tightness suddenly gave way to a bit of slack as Paimon unhooked the belt, letting the strap dangle in the air.
"O-okay! Now pull my shorts and underwear down together. Hurry!"
"On it!" Amber winced a little when she felt Paimon's fingers found their way inside her bottoms, the first person other than herself to handle them. Little by little, she could feel them peeling and sliding off, gradually exposing more bare skin to the four divine winds of Mondstadt.
Unfortunately, this seemed to make her bladder think it was about time to open up. Try as she might, Amber couldn't stop more little leaks from dribbling into her panties. She knew the flow was starting and wasn't going to stop until it was all empty.
"Okay! You're free to pee!" Paimon's words were music to Amber's ears. Looking down, she saw a good many things: her shorts pulled to her knees, a light stain in her drawers, and a trickle already falling straight down, further wetting her clothes.
"Aah!" She immediately went as low as she could, dropping her hands to a lower spot and thrusting her butt outwards so it hung beneath her knees.
She didn't even have to consciously let go in this position; the trickle rose and widened into a powerful stream, arcing forward and eventually striking the cliff wall where it ran down in several rivulets, all accompanied by a loud hiss from below. Though she couldn't see it, a rainbow eventually formed below her.
Art by an unknown artist whose pixiv account was deleted
Several seconds passed before Amber realized she was holding her breath, so she let out a good, long sigh. Not that her peeing felt particularly good after all that holding, but with all her strength put into keeping her on the cliff, she had none to keep any sort of chipper facade going.
"Th-thank you," she was able to mumble after a while, her stream remaining as strong as ever. She remained near motionless for what felt like forever, until her pee gradually petered out into mere drops falling off her rear. "Ugh, glad that's over."
"Paimon bets that's a load off your mind and bladder."
"Y-yeah, it is… wait." Amber remembered she wasn't alone for her pee time. "Please tell me you weren't watching while I… you know," she said with a grimace.
"Ew, Paimon is not into something like that!” she replied, crossing her arms. “But if you had to tinkle so bad, why didn’t you just go before we started climbing? Paimon could have kept watch for you, you know.”
“Right, about that…” Amber glanced away. “I should explain, but can we wait for a minute? My body’s getting pretty sore hanging like this.”
“Oh, good idea. There’s a spot up ahead that you could sit and rest at for a minute. I bet my friend would like a breather too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”
The thought of resting was far too alluring to resist, and Amber found herself smiling again for a moment. At least, until another gust of wind reminded her of something else to take care of first. “Um, but would you mind pulling my shorts back up?”
“Your shorts? But you haven’t wiped yet!” said Paimon dramatically.
“Considering how much I leaked, I don’t think it’s gonna matter all that much.”
“If you say so.” Paimon did as she was asked, pulling Amber’s shorts up just enough to regain her modesty, all while her face was uncomfortably close to the knight’s derriere. Amber cringed when she felt the gross and already-cooling wetness along her groin, making her wonder for a moment if this still technically counted as wetting herself.
Despite its grossness, she shook her head and tried to refocus on her goals. She absolutely had to see her quest through now, even if only to make up for this incident. Putting her determined face back on, Amber resumed her climb with a newfound passion born of embarrassment and retribution.
“I’m here for my report!” Amber strode into Acting Grand Master Jean’s office in the Knights of Favonius headquarters with her head held high and a confident smile, the setting sun giving an orange hue to the room. “The quest was a success. The hilichurls have been cleared away, and the citizens of Mondstadt can sleep easy again. All in a day’s work!” she continued with her hands proudly on her hips.
“Oh, Amber. I am… pleased to hear of this,” said Jean, her voice lacking its usual firmness and face full of hesitation, as though something were on her mind.
Amber titled her head. “Huh? Is something the matter, Master Jean?”
Jean seemed to be at a loss for words, a rarity for her. “Well, it actually has to do with your performance today.”
“My performance? Was I not efficient enough at clearing the camps?”
“No, you did well enough in that regard. Did you by chance scale a cliff east of the city today?”
Amber could feel a bead of sweat forming on her brow. “Er, yes. I had to catch the last camp by surprise. Why do you ask?”
“How shall I put this…” Jean put a hand to her chin. “It would seem one of the guards in the city towers claimed he saw something rather compromising through his telescope during his sweeps. Something I won't go into specifics about.”
“H-he did?” The proud grin Amber had moments ago was completely gone, now replaced with a panicked frown and reddening cheeks.
“Not only that, but it sounds like he bragged about it to a good many of his friends. It’s become quite a topic in the headquarters today. Even I heard of it in passing.” Jean looked at Amber and asked, “I wanted to ask you directly if there was any truth to his words.”
Amber didn’t need to speak, for the despair in her eyes said everything, but she tried anyway. “Ah, um, I… j-just remembered I haven’t done my evening patrols yet! I better get to that real quick. C-catch you later, Jean!”
“Amber?” asked Jean, but it was already too late. The girl had turned and bolted out of the office, running as fast as she could to get out of the building and city, doing her best to ignore the onlookers gazing at her the whole way through. She would not return to the city for several days.
(A/N: Hey, it's been a while! Over a year since my last story upload here. In truth, I returned to writing a couple months ago, but the stories I've written probably wouldn't fly well with the ToS, so they were uploaded elsewhere. No matter, the important thing is I've crawled out of whatever slump I was in and will hopefully keep this renewed writing drive going for a long time. Let's see if I can get any of these other Omovember prompts turned into stories. I won't be doing them in any particular order, but it's the thought that counts, right?) |
I floated this one a while back as part of a vote for which story I would do. It didn't get an votes, but with a little tweaking, the idea was perfect for Omovember!
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Day 18: Peeing in a container Noodle (Gorillaz)
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LIVE 2-NITE @ 7 PM! GORILLAZ! W/ 2D MURDOC RUSSEL & NOODLE!
Noodle looked over the flyer again and sighed. She had been with the band since the start, ever since she was eight years old, and she had been through some tough times. She’d been attacked by zombies, hunted by the government, and replaced with a cyborg (long story). But she’d take all that in a heartbeat over the Los Angeles traffic she was currently stuck in.
“Excuse me!” called 2D, the band’s sensitive lead singer, from the driver’s seat. “Excuse me! Let me pass please!”
“Give it up,” muttered Russel, the hulking, stoic drummer of the group. “We’re goin’ nowhere.”
2D groaned and beat his head against the steering wheel.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there eventually,” Noodle reassured him. The three of them were piled into the band’s van, on their way to their next gig. They’d agreed to meet Murdoc there; the foul-tempered, foul-smelling, all-around-foul bass player had a bad history behind the wheel. Noodle had drawn the short straw, and was now riding in the back of the van alongside the band’s equipment. She leaned back and tried to make herself comfortable. Something told her she’d be there a while…
Noodle had just closed her eyes to try and get some sleep when 2D’s cell phone rang.
“Hello?” he asked. Even from the back of the van, Noodle could hear the screaming response on the other end of the line.
“C-calm down, Murdoc!” 2D gasped. “We’re on our way; there’s just a little traffic.” More screaming. “Well, maybe more than a little.” 2D paused. “Sorry, could you repeat that? What? You’re going to shove my microphone where?” He gulped. “No, I understand. See you.” 2D hung up and sighed. “It’s Murdoc. He’s pissed.”
“Figures,” grumbled Russel.
“I’ll talk to him when we get there,” said Noodle. “He’s always had a soft spot for me.”
Or rather, if we get there, she added mentally.
The minutes ticked by as the van inched forward. Her bandmates weren’t much for conversation, so Noodle kept herself busy by reciting some of the band’s greatest hits in her head. She hummed her way through 19-2000 and On Melancholy Hill, then got started on Feel Good Inc.
City’s breaking down on a camel’s back, she sang in her head.
They just have to go ‘cause they don’t know whack
So while you fill the streets, it’s appealing to see
You won’t get undercounted and I have to pee...
Wait, what? thought Noodle. That’s not how it goes! It seemed her bladder was sending her brain signals; namely, that it was dangerously full. This didn’t exactly come as a surprise; Noodle hadn’t been to the bathroom since the morning. Still, it was certainly an inconvenience.
“Russel?” she called. “Do you know when we’ll get there?”
“Should be about another hour,” Russel replied. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason,” said Noodle. She crossed her legs and tried to hold back the flood inside her.
I can make it, she told herself. I’m not a little girl anymore; I can make it.
As time continued to pass at an agonizingly slow pace, Noodle began to doubt her claims. Her need to pee was getting worse and worse, and she found she could no longer sit still.
“How much longer now?” she asked, dreading the response.
“At least half an hour,” said Russel.
“Someone’s eager to get the show started, eh?” laughed 2D.
“Heh, yeah,” Noodle giggled nervously. She reached up and closed the window connecting the back of the van to the front seats. At least that way, her bandmates wouldn’t see her squirming. And squirm she did, rocking back and forth with her hands jammed between her legs.
I gotta pee so bad! she moaned internally. Okay Noodle, keep it together. You can hold it in for a little longer. You-
Noodle’s thoughts were interrupted by a drop of urine leaking into her panties. Although she tried to stop it, more drips followed, and she realized she was seconds away from a wet, humiliating accident. She frantically looked for something, anything, she could use as a makeshift toilet. After a few desperate seconds, Noodle’s eyes fell on an empty bottle of Murdoc’s Jägermeister.
Not ideal, she thought, but any port in a storm.
Her hands trembling, Noodle pulled down her shorts and underwear. A couple drops of pee fell to the floor of the van, but she quickly held the neck of the bottle up to her crotch. Reasonably sure she had the opening over her urethra, Noodle let her bladder go. She felt her pee flow through her then, to her relief, into the bottle. Noodle sighed in relief as it filled with the warm yellow liquid. She prayed the window was blocking sound as well as sight. Her urine continued to flow until the bottle was nearly full, then began to taper off. Once she was completely drained, Noodle carefully removed and recapped the bottle. To her relief, not a drop spilled.
Well, that went better than expected, she thought. Still, I’d rather not do that again.
After that, the traffic finally let up and the van soon arrived at the venue. The band hurried out and was unpacking their equipment when they heard approaching footsteps and a growl.
“About time you lot got here!” snapped Murdoc. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been stalling for time?”
“Sorry,” said Noodle. “There was a lot of traffic. The important thing is that we’re here now.”
“Whatever,” growled Murdoc, which was about as nice a response as they could have hoped for. “God, I need a beer.” To Noodle’s horror, he grabbed a bottle of Jägermeister. The same one she had peed in.
Murdoc popped the cap and held up the bottle.
“Cheers,” he said. Panicking, Noodle pretended to trip and fell towards Murdoc. The two collided, and he dropped the bottle, which shattered on the ground.
“What the hell was that for?” snarled Murdoc, unaware of how he’d been saved.
“Sorry,” said Noodle again. “I, uh, lost my balance.” Murdoc looked at her, then at the spilled liquid. He sniffed, then recoiled in disgust.
Oh God, thought Noodle. Does he realize-
“Er, maybe that was for the best,” said Murdoc. “The Jägermeister’s gone bad, by the smell of it.”
“Well,” said a relieved Noodle, playing along, “don’t leave it in the back next time.”
“Fair enough,” said Murdoc. “Now let’s get this show started.”
They headed towards backstage, and Noodle breathed a sigh of relief, knowing her secret was safe.
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(fanfic of Ijiranaide, Nagatoro-san)
Nagatoro was spending her afterschool day much like she usually does: teasing Senpai. The pair were sitting in the art room as they usually did, Nagatoro sipping on some tomato juice while Senpai was staring intently at a bowl of fruit, a palette of paint sitting on a small table next to him, and a canvas in front. Nagatoro was kicking her feet a little bit while sitting on a chair, watching Senpai intently as he held a paint brush in front of him, judging distance. She stayed patient for all of a couple of minutes before she decided that no way was she going to sit here just watching Senpai paint today. She felt the need to do what she does best: tease him.
Like a cat sneaking up on her prey, Nagatoro silently began striding up to her prey. He was too focused on the canvas in front of him to notice the predator over his shoulder. Jumping on her prey, Nagatoro put her hands on Senpai’s shoulders, causing him to jump in his seat and let out a small shout as Nagatoro began to speak.
“Senpai~~” Nagatoro began, watching Senpai flinch just a little bit as she touched him.
“You’re using paints when you just sketch with pencil most of the time and you’re wasting it on fruit? Boooring Senpai! I thought you were an artist not some caterpillar looking for his next meal!” She said, putting her fingers on her head and wiggling them about like antennae.
“W-Well… I couldn’t find a more interesting subject, and still life paintings are a classic exercise. I h-haven’t done one in a while, and it’s good to sharpen my skills with something like this.”
Nagatoro shook her head at the poor, poor Senpai sitting in front of her. She walked over to the bowl of fruit sitting on the stool, grabbed the apple sitting there, and sunk her fangs into it, taking out a large bite of the fruit. After swallowing the bite, she gave Senpai a very smug grin.
“Senpai, for someone who’s as big of a pervert as you are, I’m surprised you didn’t think of the most obvious solution!” As Senpai began to stutter out something to protest being called a pervert, Nagatoro swooped in for the kill. “Paint me! You still haven’t done a proper painting of me, every other one you’ve done has been incomplete, or that president of yours called shoddy! It’s time to show her what you can really do!” Nagatoro Continued, waving her arms to punctuate her point.
“And lucky for you Senpai, I’ll even let you pick what pose you draw me in!” Nagatoro said, leaning forward and giving Senpai a cock-eyed smirk. As she said that, she began unbuttoning her top a bit. “I’m wearing my swimsuit again today if you want—“ She said before getting interrupted by Senpai waving his hands and looking away.
“I-I don’t want to draw that. I think a good pose would be s-sleeping.”
“You’re gross Senpai! You want to see my sleeping face? Are you thinking what it’d be like to sleep near me Senpai? That’s gross!”
“N-No! I just think that I always see you moving around, and it’d be n-nice to paint you in a calmer situation.” Senpai replied, half avoiding looking at Nagatoro.
Nagatoro took another chomp out of the juicy apple, thinking to herself and blushing a slight bit before answering.
“I did have a long day today, I could use a bit of a nap!” Nagatoro said before flopping down on the couch, putting a pillow behind her head, putting her knees up a little bit and getting comfortable.
“Is this pose good Senpai?” Nagatoro asked, giving a bit of a smug look at Senpai, who just gave a nod with a nervous smile as he grabbed his paints, and began to get to work. Nagatoro was glad to do this. However much she teased Senpai, she always loved it when he drew her, and after the past couple of days of the swim club, she was tired. This looked like an excellent time for her to get some rest, while getting a nice painting for her to look back on. She felt a bit of a pang in her bladder as she began drifting to sleep, but didn’t end up doing anything about it as her consciousness drifted away.
After having a nice short dream about teasing Senpai more, Nagatoro awoke with a feeling of pressure in her lower abdomen. After opening her eyes for a brief moment she quickly closed them again, not wanting Senpai to notice her awake. She knew that Senpai having the courage to draw her like this was a rare event, she couldn’t interrupt this! Once the painting is done she’d have all the more to tease him about! Thankfully, Senpai didn’t notice this. Though she felt a strong need to pee, Nagatoro resolved herself to waiting until Senpai finished his drawing. She could definitely hold it long enough. She occasionally spied on Senpai through the smallest openings in her eye, and could make out how every once in a while he’d look up and take a look at her, an intense look in his eyes, before going back to painting for a couple of minutes.
Nagatoro continued to lie on the bed, still but comfortable, as her need to pee continued to build with strength. She felt a strong desire to cross her legs or squeeze her thighs together, but resisted it with a great might, not wanting to alert Senpai to her being awake. In order to try and combat the desperation growing within her, Nagatoro tried to fill her mind with dry thoughts.For a while, thinking of hot summer days and faraway deserts was enough to help her keep in control, but soon the rain clouds began rolling into the landscapes, bringing summer thunderstorms and some much needed precipitation to the dry desert. Unfortunately for Nagatoro, her mind was not actually a dry desert and no amount of metaphor would stop her bladder from filling.
She continued to rack her mind for any solution to her problem, but each one was stopped in its tracks by an even greater desire: she wanted this painting to be complete. In some of the secret glances she gave Senpai as he glanced at the canvas she could tell Senpai, was dead focused on this project, and putting all his effort into it. It seems that a direct request, along with Senpai’s growing courage has inspired him to put his all into this. This fervor in drawing was leading to a direct detriment to Nagatoro however.
As the pressure grew, it became more and more difficult to hold her flow. Being unable to do anything to stop the urges other than mental power was draining her strength. Whenever the urge became greater her hips and thighs would quiver as she clenched the muscles in her lower half to keep the flow held back. Nagatoro wanted little more than to squeeze her thighs together, hold herself, or anything to help her hold, but she restrained herself, leaving her in a constant state of twitching and miniscule wiggles as she continued to persevere, and keep more or less a consistent position.
As she continued to lie there, eyes closed, focusing on holding back her much-needed release, she could feel her concentration she’d held for who knows how long slip, just for a moment, as her mind momentarily traveled away from her predicament. Though momentary, when she snapped back into attention she could feel her crotch growing damp. Through an impressive amount of will she managed to immediately shut off the flow before anything could escape the confines of her swimsuit, and still hardly move an inch. Nagatoro knew now this was a warning sign, and if she didn’t do something very soon no amount of willpower would overpower the forces of nature forcing her pee out.
Her mind rapidly searched for solutions. As badly as she wanted to pee, she wanted to see the painting finished even more so, and so she immediately denied any idea that would require her to leave. This left her with few options. She could try simply letting it out, but while her swimsuit would escape any damage, her skirt and shirt underneath her most definitely would not. Eventually she remembered an important detail: the couch she was laying on was of supreme durability and cleanability. Perhaps lending to the couch being in a school, while not necessarily comfortable, it was very easy to clean, no matter the mess. One time when her friends invaded the art room in an attempt to get on her and Senpai’s nerves, Yoshi had spilled some grape juice all over the couch. Though normally a death sentence for cushions, Senpai said that the cushion could simply be rinsed and dried with no ill effects. With this fact coming forward in her mind, She soon hatched what she thought was an ingenious plan: When Senpai wasn’t looking at her, she could secretly reach her hand towards her crotch, and stealthily pull aside her swimsuit to let out her piss onto the cushions. Her profile would not be disturbed, and it would simply absorb into the cushion. After Senpai finished with the art she could very easily shoo him out and clean up the mess she was about to make.
Nagatoro resolved herself to this “brilliant” idea, and began watching Senpai for when he looked away. In the meantime she continued to wiggle, twitch, and quiver in her nearly undetectable way. Though she kept her focus, she could feel another small trickle escape from her, re-dampening her swimsuit and threatening to dampen her skirt as well, causing her to lift her hips up from the couch slightly in desperation. Her filling reservoir of pee was threatening to break her dam before she could even fulfill her plan, but thankfully after a long bit of study, Senpai turned back to the easel. Taking this golden opportunity, Nagatoro snaked the hand that was blocked from sight down her side to her skirt, pulling one side up so she could get easier access to her inner thighs, before carefully aligning her fingers over her crotch. As she did this she could feel the river begin to rage down the tunnel, and as she quickly pulled aside the material covering her cloth, her fingers were briefly sprayed before she could fully clear her entrance.
The relief was incredible as an arc of pee burst forth from her crotch and flew across the couch. As she emptied herself her forceful stream threatened to spray beyond the couch and splash onto the floor beneath. Nagatoro silently sighed in relief as her pee sprayed forward from her, landing onto the couch cushion’s blue fabric with a quiet splashing before soaking in. The whole affair was nearly silent aside from the softest of hissing and splashing as she continued to pee. She only had a couple of good seconds of relief however before she could see Senpai lifting up his eyes again. In a panic, she let go of her swimsuit crotch before she could stop her stream, causing some errant spray as her stream was interrupted by the piece of cloth flying back into place. She could feel her swimsuit and skirt quickly began to fill with her pee as her release continued. Thankfully she was able to stop before her skirt began to suffer further damage.
As anyone that's tried to stop mid-pee could have told her, stopping her stream was even more difficult than holding had been. She couldn’t help but wiggle and lift her hips up as she tried with all of her might to not resume before Senpai looked away. She could feel momentary spurts releasing as she begged internally for Senpai to look back to his painting. Thankfully he soon looked back to his painting, and with incredible speed Nagatoro’s hand went back to her crotch and peeled aside her wet swimsuit, once again her hand getting wet as her pee burst forth before she could fully expose her crotch. An even more forceful arc took to the skies, Nagatoro had to quickly rein in her pee when heard a small splash as her arc went beyond the confines of the couch and ever so briefly splashed onto the ground. Senpai continued to add to his painting, thankfully unaware of the flood escaping from in between Nagatoro’s thighs.
Nagatoro shivered in relief as she continued her long awaited pee, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh as she could feel and see her bladder draining in front of her. This time her relief was not interrupted for a good 15 seconds as the cushion in front of her took on more and more liquid, thankfully being able to hold enough to not be visible no matter how much she let out. As Senpai began lifting his sight again, Nagatoro was able to release her swimsuit and close off the flow at the same time this time, so no further moisture made its way onto her hands or into her swimsuit. Even after having let out so much, she still felt as if she were a balloon threatening to pop. She could feel her nethers still twitching in desperation, resentful at having been stopped partway through, but the desperation was less intense than before, giving her a chance to regain control. Coming back to her senses a bit, she began to grow embarrassed, but decided that she had to let out the rest no matter what, she already let out so much into the couch, and in case this continued to go on she didn’t want to have to go through the same trials again.
When next Senpai looked back at his art for a long period of time, Nagatoro once again shifted her swimsuit, and this time without spraying her hand began peeing again. This time a more gentle, controlled arc sprayed from her, and continued to fill her with relief as she emptied her bladder. As her tank emptied, she could see the stream growing weaker, threatening to fall on her skirt. Nagatoro focused, and pushed out the last few spurts of pee with as much force as she could manage, hoping the spurts cleared her skirt enough to not leave any visible damage.
Having finally emptied herself, Nagatoro went back to her rest, sneakily peeking to see if Senpai was reacting at all, and trying not to let any sign of what just occurred be noticed. The only other sensation Nagatoro felt was the cooling of her crotch as the pee dried. Thirty minutes passed without event before Senpai finally sighed, and spoke.
“N-Nagatoro-san, I’m done”. Hearing this, Nagatoro opened her eyes, yawned and stretched as she sat up straight, stealing a glance to see if the pee-soaked cushion showed much sign of it, and thankfully there was minimal visible evidence.
“Well couldn’t you have taken just a bit longer? I was almost done with my nap!” Nagatoro teased, trying best to hide her embarrassment of the action.
“Now all that’s left is to let it dry. S-Should we walk home?” Senpai said, moving to a sink to let his utensils soak. With a nod from Nagatoro as she stayed seated, Senpai gathered up his stuff, and began moving out. As soon as he was in front of her, Nagatoro followed, stealing a glance at her butt to catch the small wet spots that found its way near her rear. As they left, Nagatoro knew she had to make an excuse to get back to clean up her mess. As they walked a bit, Nagatoro feigned surprise.
“Ah! I forgot I have some swim club things I need to clean up, you go ahead Senpai!” Nagatoro said as she began back walking back, not letting Senpai see her rear. After he nodded and looked away, Nagatoro turned and ran back to the art room. She quickly grabbed something to mop up the small spray that she had overshot before, and after that moved over to the cushion. Lifting it up it was heavier than expected, no doubt from all the pee it was holding in it. The cushion was dripping slightly as she lifted it and brought it to one of the large sinks in the art room to rinse it. After doing so she found a good spot to let it dry, and resolved to get to school early tomorrow to make sure no one was any the wiser. Giving a relieved sigh as she escaped her predicament, Nagatoro decided now was a good time to go to the bathroom and wipe herself and her swimsuit down a bit. As she left, she stole a glance at the painting still sitting. It captured the peace that Nagatoro wished she was feeling that entire time. And thankfully no pee was drawn in the painting.
Nagatoro couldn’t help but smile. It was a really good painting.
(Let me know if you have any suggestions to improve) |
Like I said, Day 15 wasn't my last KonoSuba story. The scenario I chose for this one was an obvious choice, but I tried to put a unique twist on it.
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Day 19: Desperate and needing assistance Megumin (KonoSuba)
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“Explosions, explosions, la la la! Explosions, explosions, la la la!”
The happy song echoed through the forest as Kazuma and Megumin headed into the clearing. It was time for Megumin’s daily Explosion training. Kazuma took a seat on a stump as the Crimson Demon readied her signature spell.
“Darkness blacker than black and darker than dark,” she chanted, energy flowing through her staff. “I desire for my torrent of power a destructive force; a destructive force without equal! Return all creation to cinders, and come from the abyss! This is the mightiest means of attack known to man, the ultimate attack magic! Explosion!” With a deafening roar, a massive mushroom cloud erupted in the center of the clearing. Her energy drained, Megumin fell to the ground.
Kazuma headed over to Megumin and helped her up.
“Nice work,” he complimented. “Overall, I’d give it a seven out of ten. Good work, not quite great.”
“I’ll nail it next time,” said Megumin confidently. As always, she was unable to stand after casting Explosion. Kazuma crouched down and hauled her onto his back. With her riding piggyback, the two started on their way back to town.
After a little while, Kazuma noticed that Megumin was wiggling a lot. At first, he enjoyed the feeling of her tiny boobs on his back, but it soon got to be annoying.
“Will you cut that out?” he asked. “You’re gonna make me drop you!”
“Sorry,” squeaked Megumin. She held still for a few minutes, but soon was back to squirming.
“Seriously, quit it!” said Kazuma. “What’s going on with you?”
“N-nothing,” said Megumin unconvincingly. Then Kazuma realized her situation.
“You have to pee, don’t you, Megumin?”
“What?” shouted Megumin. “Don’t be ridiculous! Crimson Demons don’t p-pee!”
“Seriously?” groaned Kazuma. “You’re still trying to pull that crap? That night at the mansion, you were begging me to take you to the bathroom. You looked like you were about to piss your pants!”
“Don’t say that!” cried Megumin, wiggling worse than ever. “And I wasn’t going to the bathroom to pee!”
“Oh,” said Kazuma, “you were going to poop?”
“No!” Megumin protested. “Crimson Demons don’t do that either! I, uh, just felt like getting some exercise that night! By, um, walking to the bathroom and back!”
“You’re joking, right?” Kazuma grumbled. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt something wet on his back. “Right, that does it.” He crouched down and pulled Megumin off his back. “If you won’t admit you need to pee, we’re gonna have to do this the hard way.”
“Help me back up!” ordered Megumin, lying on her back like a helpless turtle. “And I don’t need to pee!”
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Megumin was lying and she knew it. The truth was that her bladder had been slowly filling up ever since she and Kazuma set out on their walk, and now it was reaching its limit. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure why she was keeping up the lie about Crimson Demons when Kazuma clearly suspected the truth.
Plausible deniability, maybe? thought Megumin. In any case, I’ve gone too far to admit the truth now. I’ll look like an idiot! But what am I going to do about this?
“Hey, Megumin!” called Kazuma, interrupting her worrying. “Nothing can make a Crimson Demon pee, right?”
“R-right,” said Megumin. She didn’t like where this was going…
“In that case,” said Kazuma in a teasing tone, “you won’t mind if I unsheath the holy sword Excalibur?”
“No?” said Megumin, confused. What is he talking about? Then there was a rustle of fabric. Kazuma had turned his back to her and was undoing his belt. With a jolt of horror, Megumin remembered the time she had jokingly written “Excalibur” on Kazuma’s stomach, with an arrow pointing downward.
“What are you doing?”cried Megumin. But the answer soon became all too clear. She tried not to listen, but the hissing sound of Kazuma peeing was clear as day.
“Ah, that feels so much better,” he sighed. “I really had to go; I hope you understand.”
“N-no problem,” said Megumin, her bladder throbbing in protest.
It’s not fair, she thought. Guys can just whip it out like that, while I have to- no, don’t think about that! But between her desperation and the sounds of Kazuma’s relief made it hard to think of anything else. Unable to use her arms to hold herself, she squirmed on the ground.
After far too long for Megumin’s liking, the torturous noises finally stopped. Kazuma redid his belt and turned around.
“There we go,” he said. “You need to go too?”
“No!” shouted Megumin, staring awkwardly at the puddle Kazuma had left on the grass. “Just help me up and let’s get out of here.”
“Fine, you win,” sighed Kazuma. He reached down and raised Megumin to a sitting position. The movement jostled her overfilled bladder, and Megumin gasped as she felt a drop of pee leak into her panties. Another spurt followed, then another, and she realized to her horror that she would be fully wetting herself within seconds.
I have no choice! Megumin thought. She swallowed her pride and uttered the words of defeat.
“Kazuma!” she shouted, her face burning. “I have to pee!”
“Well, why didn’t you say so earlier?” asked Kazuma, feigning surprise. “Go ahead.”
Jerk! He can’t make this easy, can he? Megumin fumed.
“I can’t, I’ll wet myself!” she cried, blushing worse than ever. “I need you to pull down my panties for me!” Obliging, Kazuma went around to Megumin’s front, leaving her balanced sitting upright.
“Hey!” Megumin protested as he knelt down. “Don’t peek at my… my you-know-what!”
“I can’t do this with my eyes closed,” Kazuma pointed out.
“Just make it quick,” she begged.
In a deft tug, Kazuma pulled the slightly damp panties down to Megumin’s ankles. With nothing blocking it now, her urethra fully unclenched, letting loose with a powerful jet of pee that nearly sprayed Kazuma’s hands. He quickly backed away from the splash zone. Megumin’s stream continued in full force, forming a pale yellow puddle in front of her. A moan of relief escaped her. Letting it all out just felt so good!
Oh, I sounded like Darkness there! thought a mortified Megumin.
Gradually, Megumin’s river of pee petered out into a rivulet, then a trickle, then mere drops. The last one dripped out with a sense of finality. She sighed with relief that it was over.
“Kazuma,” called Megumin, “I’m done now!” Kazuma had at least possessed the decency to turn his back while she peed. He put her panties back into place, then hoisted her onto his back and they were off once more.
For a while, there was silence. Then Megumin spoke up.
“You know, you were a real jerk back there, Kazuma. Teasing me like that while I nearly wet myself.”
“I admit it, I got carried away,” said Kazuma ruefully. “I’m sorry, Megumin.”
“Hmph. I’ll accept your apology this time. But this better not happen again!”
“It won’t,” Kazuma assured her. “I mean, you've admitted you pee now, right?”
“Yeah,” sighed Megumin. “I didn’t want to, though.”
“Why?” asked Kazuma. “Everyone pees, even Aqua.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah,” said Kazuma. “This one night, she got super drunk, lifted her skirt and pissed all over a wall. It made such a mess!” They both laughed.
“Oh, that’s too good!” chuckled Megumin. She paused for a moment. “I guess I didn’t want to admit I used the bathroom because… I was afraid you would think it was lame that a powerful wizard did such common things.”
“What?” said Kazuma. “Megumin, I’ve seen you create explosions big enough to level a city. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could make me think you were lame.”
“Thanks,” said Megumin. She blushed again, but not out of embarrassment this time. Then another thought occurred to her. “Hey, Kazuma?”
“Yes?”
“When you were, um, helping me earlier… did you see my private parts?” she asked.
“No!” said Kazuma. “I mean, yes. A little. I didn’t get a good look though! I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay,” said Megumin. “As long as you do one thing to make it up to me.”
“Sure,” said Kazuma. Behind his back, Megumin grinned wickedly.
“Since you got a peek,” she whispered, “you have to let me see ‘Excalibur.’”
“What?” cried Kazuma. “But- what- I didn’t mean-” He kept sputtering awkwardly as Megumin laughed.
“Relax, I was just joking,” she assured him.
“Oh. Well, I, uh… jeez, you had me going for a moment.” He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Good one.”
“Hey, I may have accepted your apology,” said Megumin playfully, “but I just had to get a little payback.”
“Fair enough,” said Kazuma, chuckling a little. “Fair enough.”
With both of them considerably cheered up, they continued back to town.
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This isn't my last KonoSuba story either... |
A/N: Written as a birthday present for a friend, there is a second chapter on ao3 where they actually do the sex, but this is just the first chapter.
Being in the Elite Four together is basically like being coworkers. They spend the majority of their time in the same building, in their separate “offices” and occasionally pass each other while wandering around, taking breaks or waiting for decent challengers. It is a bit different from an ordinary job, since they’re all lucky if they have anyone to come challenge them at all in a day, but that means that, besides being unbearably boring, it is a pretty easy job to do.
For someone like Shauntal, it is ideal, because it means that she can have a desk and library set up in her room, and she can spend as much time as she wants working on her novel, and she is rarely disturbed. Sometimes, she will have a battle with one of the others, or go watch them train against one another, and since they have such a good type balance, the battles are always interesting. She has to say that she likes where she is right now, and she thinks that the other three are happy, with their rooms set up in whatever way suits them. Caitlin can spend all day sleeping, which she usually does, and Marshal can train alongside his Pokemon, prioritizing his martial arts as much as he does his battling. She isn’t actually sure what Grimsley does all day, but as long as he isn’t sneaking out to do stupid shit, it’s really none of her concern.
All in all, it is the perfect set up for all four of them. Alder was careful in selecting all of them, and it shows, from their teams to their preferred types, to the vast differences in their personalities. It would not surprise her at all if he made sure to pick such different people just so that he could hear what sorts of conversations would result, whenever all of them went out to dinner together.
They are all very different, and other than some slight, playful bickering, they get along well, their differences making them all the more compatible. With that in mind, it is probably no wonder that Shauntal ended up in this situation, admiring one of her “coworkers” from a distance, pleased with any battles they might have and excited to cross his path whenever they’re both out of their rooms at the same time, but she has not figured out a way to express that to him, nor is she sure if she could.
It’s basically like having a crush on a coworker, even if this isn’t a real workplace, and even if Alder does not treat anything with any sort of professionalism, she still wonders if it is appropriate for her to have a crush on one of her fellow Elite Four members. So she keeps it to herself, hoping that she will one day get some sort of sign if she is meant to proceed, or that he might be the one to make the first move. Knowing Marshal, though, that is not likely to happen any time soon.
Admiring him from afar works just fine for her, though, and she is in the perfect position to get to do so. Everything is working out just fine for her, and she is happy with where she is in life, with her boring and easy “job,” that gives her plenty of time to work on her books, and even the chance to see Marshal at least once a day.
~X~
But when she’s busy, she kind of hates it. Or, at least, she hates it right now, frustrated with everything about this situation, cursing every decision that she has made today to lead her to this point. Maybe if she had not stayed up so late reading last night, then she would not have had so much coffee this morning, and maybe if she had not been so wrapped up in the scene she is working on, she would have taken a break at her usual time, and maybe if she had more of a spine, she would have told her challenger to wait right here, because she needed that break before she could get into a battle with him.
Instead, all of that carried out in the worst way possible, and she is wrapped up in the longest, most tedious battle she has ever been in, all while she has to pee worse than she ever has in her entire life. And she has to make sure that her opponent doesn’t figure that out, and her opponent happens to have way too many Water types on his team, and he sure does love using their moves, rather than trying to face off against her with any sort of strategy.
He isn’t doing much against her, but he’s still strong, so she can’t just wipe the floor with him and be done with it, and she can’t throw the match and lose easily, either. No matter how she looks at it, this is just an unbearably tedious fight meant to cause as much torture to her overstressed bladder as possible. Shauntal would give absolutely anything for this to be over, toes curled in her shoes, teeth grit and stance stiff and awkward, trying to keep her legs from trembling.
By the time he manages to knock out her last Pokemon, she could absolutely cry from how bad this has gotten. She is quick to send him off, hoping that he gives whoever he battles next as hard of a time as he did her, since that’s only fair. Or maybe she’s just bitter right now, and wants to take her frustrations out somehow, but that doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except hurrying off to the bathroom, before she loses control and makes her day that much worse.
After that, she can heal her team up and go back to her room and get back to work and probably not have to battle for the rest of the day, but the bathroom is her top priority. Each step is like absolute agony for her, each step sending her that much closer to losing control. Already, her panties are a little bit damp from a few stray leaks, and she wonders if it is enough to have soaked through to her tights just yet. Thinking about that just makes her panic, though, and panicking only makes it that much worse.
Shauntal can’t really afford to waste any more time, but she already probably shouldn’t be running. She might jostle herself so much that she does lose control, but if she keeps taking it at this painfully slow pace, then it doesn’t matter at all, because she’ll have pissed herself either way. So she decides to go just a little bit more quickly than usual, sprinting when she can manage it, and hoping for the best, ignoring the few leaks here and there, knowing that it will be worth it to not completely soak through her tights.
It will all be worth it, so long as she hurries and so long as she makes it on time. And all she has to do is round one more corner and she will be at the bathrooms- full public bathrooms, which seem a little excessive for a building that has as few people in it at any given time as this one does, but maybe they were more ambitious in the past. Whatever the case, she is rounding the corner, full on running now, certain that she is going to make it, that it was worth the slight risk to run here, because it is all working out in her favor in the end.
Which is when she trips over nothing, right as she rounds the corner, and falls.
Straight into Marshal, who was just coming out of the men’s room, and paying about as much attention as she was.
So much so that, despite their difference in size, despite all of his training, he is caught so off guard that he trips back, and falls onto his back, more concerned with trying to catch and steady her than maintaining his own balance, which means that they both fall, with him on his back and Shauntal right on top of him.
And the shock of all of that is enough to cause her to fully lose control, with no hope of stopping it. On top of Marshal, who is holding onto her and trying to make sure that she’s okay. Not letting go of her, so she can’t at least pull away to keep him dry.
“Shauntal…?” He already seemed flustered when she landed on him, but that is nothing compared to the way that his eyes widen when he first realizes that she’s wet, and that he is too, and that it isn’t stopping. She is completely frozen in her shock and horror, and he is still holding onto her, still holding her to him, so as she soaks past her panties and soaks past her tights, she pisses directly onto him, soaking into his pants as well. And there’s a lot of it, because she had so much coffee and because she’s been holding it for so long, and she almost made it. She almost made it, but instead she’s wetting herself on top of the guy she’s been crushing on for way too long now.
“I’m sorry,” is the only thing that she can bring herself to say, once she remembers how to speak. She starts to pull back, but he still hasn’t let go of her, and he’s a lot stronger than she is. “I’m sorry, I was just…I was in a bit of a hurry…”
“I can, uh, see that,” he mumbles, looking off to the side. “Or, feel that? Sorry, I just mean…I’m sorry I was in your way, I should have been…”
“You don’t need to apologize! I’m the one who needs to apologize!” she insists, certain that her face must be bright red by now. “It isn’t your fault that I…that I’m…”
“It’s not your fault either,” he replies, and he still hasn’t let go of her. There’s such a sincere look in his eyes when he finally brings himself to look at her that her heart skips a beat, and this might be the perfect scene in their romance, were it not for the fact that she just pissed on him. Instead of giving her any sort of hope, this scene has just reminded her that nothing is ever going to happen between her and Marshal.
“I don’t know about all that…” There is something about the way he looks at her that at least makes her feel a little bit better, though. Even if she has blown her chances with him all to hell- if she had a chance to begin with- she has a feeling that this isn’t something he’s going to hold against her, or make her feel bad about. She doubts that he will ever even bring it up again, not even as a joke, because that’s not the sort of person that Marshal is. Maybe if she’d run into Grimsley, but Marshal…he’s a great guy, sincere and honest to a fault, so honorable that one can’t help but admire him.
And it is while she is thinking about that that she is brought out of her thoughts entirely by something prodding against her that wasn’t before.
Finally Marshal lets go of her, coughing as he abruptly pushes her back, while her eyes widened. Was that really…? It couldn’t be, and yet, the way he continues to cough and look off to the side, now sitting up, with Shauntal sitting on the ground in front of him makes it look like he has something that he’s trying to hide. An awkwardly timed erection would fit that bill, and so, she lets her eyes drop. Noticing this, he puts his hands over his lap, as if covering it doesn’t make it that much more obvious.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, and starts to get up. Shauntal has a feeling that, if she were to let him, he would just turn right around and walk away, trying to forget this whole thing ever happened. And, as much as she would like to be able to forget some things, the fact that he’s hard over those things is not something that she wants to forget, not at all. In fact, it’s something that she would really like to address, because it means that she might have a chance with him after all.
She has no idea what makes her so bold, all of the sudden. Perhaps because she has already humiliated herself so thoroughly that there is no way she can possibly get any lower than this. As he turns, she quickly gets to her feet, grabbing and pulling on his hand, saying, “Wait!”
Marshal can’t help himself then, turning to face her again, and with that, she is able to pull him into a kiss, her body pressed tight against his, so that he can’t hide his excitement from her anymore. Sure enough, he’s still hard, and though he goes stiff at first, it doesn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around her, big hands on her tiny back, as he returns her kiss.
Neither of them have much experience, but she’s spent plenty of time thinking about this, plenty of time reading and writing and imagining herself with Marshal specifically, and his thoughts are clearly far from innocent if he’s getting this turned on over a situation like this. By the time she pulls out of the kiss, they are both dazed, staring at each other for a moment, before she snaps back to reality.
“Oh, no, what if someone…”
“The trainer’s battling Grimsley right now,” Marshal replies, and that says all that needs to be said. If Grimsley is busy, then they have nothing to worry about, because Caitlin will be asleep up until someone goes to wake her. “I’ve already had my battle, so…”
“Still, we should…oh, but there’s this mess here,” she groans, humiliation returning to her as she remembers that the puddle on the floor belongs entirely to her. Fortunately- or unfortunately, depending on how one wants to look at it- a lot of it was absorbed into hers or Marshal’s clothes, but there is still a mess left behind. Marshal looks down for a moment before saying, “I’ll take care of it. Go back…go back to your own room, I can take care of this.”
“But I don’t…”
“I’ll be right there,” he says, and she blushes a bit. Shauntal does not want to let the moment pass her by, but she does as Marshal says, turning to make the trip back to her room. It seems so much quicker now that she is not pressed for time, and once she is alone, she is left to wonder what to do now, as she waits for Marshal, hoping that he really does show up.
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After reading Jolyne's brief desperation scene in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, I knew I had to do a story about her. Omovember has given me a way to do that! Bear in mind that this will make no sense to anyone without at least a basic knowledge of Jojo.
(The original scene is here, by the way: https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/25534-jojos-bizarre-adventure-stone-ocean-jolyne-needs-to-pee-12/ and https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/25535-jojos-bizarre-adventure-stone-ocean-jolyne-needs-to-pee-22/)
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Day 20: Deliberate wetting as part of a plan Jolyne (JJBA)
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Looking back, Jolyne Kujo couldn’t remember a time when her life could be called “normal.” But lately, it seemed like it had been one bizarre event after another. Breaking out of prison, gaining unnatural abilities, trying to stop a priest from resetting the world… it sounded even crazier in her head. And now here she was at a fast-food restaurant, helping a sentient colony of plankton place a drink order.
“The number nine comes with a small drink, correct?” asked the plankton in question. She went by the name of Foo Fighters, or F.F. for short. Although she had taken the form of a human body, her imitation of human mannerisms left a lot to be desired.
“For the last time, yes,” said the pimple-faced teen behind the register. “Now will you please order? You’re holding up the line.”
“My friend will just have a large drink,” said Jolyne quickly. “Water’s fine.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” asked the cashier.”Okay, combined with your order, that will be $6.28.”
Jolyne paid and quickly exited the restaurant. She had altered her appearance, but still didn’t want to stay inside too long in case someone recognized her. She and Foo Fighters walked over to a secluded picnic table and sat down. Due to her unusual biology, F.F. needed to ingest large amounts of water. And Jolyne needed to eat just like anybody else. She took a long sip of her soda, almost gagging at the overly-sweet taste. Still, she drained the bottle; it was a hot Florida day and she needed to stay hydrated. Before she could take a bite of her burger, however, Foo Fighters grabbed her arm.
“Look at that person,” F.F. whispered, pointing. Jolyne saw a man in a muscle shirt walking down the street about 100 yards from them. He appeared to be normal, and Jolyne was about to ask what the big deal was. Then, she saw a humanoid shape emerge from the man and hover in the air a few feet behind him.
“A Stand user?” Jolyne hissed. “Here?” Stands were embodiments of the user’s spirit that could manifest in many strange ways. Jolyne’s own Stand, Stone Free, let her unravel parts of her body into string with a variety of uses. But what could this stranger’s Stand do?
Jolyne took a closer look. The Stand had a pale body that resembled a mannequin, naked and featureless. Its face had a long pointed nose and pale yellow eyes. On its back, it had several large holes. As Jolyne watched, long tubes extended from them. They twisted and waved around, like they were searching the area. Jolyne noticed a second man, approaching from the other direction. The tubes suddenly shot out, piercing his skin in several places. He didn’t react at first; Stands were invisible to non-Stand users. But as Jolyne watched, a red liquid flowed through the tubes and back to the Stand. The man slowed, then collapsed, pale as a corpse. The tubes let go, then stuck themselves into the Stand user, transferring all that blood to him.
“Oh my God,” whispered Jolyne. Silently, she produced a string from her finger. It looked like a fight was brewing. The man turned towards them.
“Well,” he hissed, “what do we have here? Two more Stand users?”
“That is correct,” said Foo Fighters, whose Stand let her disguise herself as human. “What did you do to that man?” The stranger laughed.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He struck a dramatic pose. “I am Udo Uteger! My stand, Sunday Bloody Sunday, allows me to drain the lifeblood of my victims. And you two are next!”
“Give me a break,” Jolyne sneered. She concentrated and summoned the physical form of Stone Free, a cyan humanoid wearing shades. Sunday Bloody Sunday shot out its tubes again, but Jolyne was ready. She summoned a razor-sharp string and sliced off the tips of two of the tubes, which recoiled and drooped. Seizing the opportunity, Stone Free threw a powerful punch at Udo, but his Stand intercepted it. It tried to follow up with an attack of its own, but Stone Free unravelled its body into string, avoiding the blow.
With both Stands occupied, Jolyne turned her attention towards Udo. She lashed out her string and caught him by the ankle, sending him sprawling. Foo Fighters followed up on the attack, shooting small clusters of Plankton at him like bullets. Udo yelled in surprise and pain as the projectiles pierced his skin. Sunday Bloody Sunday pushed Stone Free away and leapt in front of its user, shielding him. It sent out its remaining tubes, firing them straight at Jolyne’s chest. She simply unwound her torso, and the tubes harmlessly flew past her.
“Is that the best you can do?” taunted Jolyne. Then she felt a stinging sensation in her lower back. She turned and saw that the tubes had redirected themselves after their initial miss. To her horror, Jolyne saw her own blood begin to flow through them. She tried to pull the tubes out, but she was losing strength at an alarming rate. She heard Foo Fighters scream her name. Then everything went black.
“Jolyne! Jolyne!”
Groggily, Jolyne opened her eyes. She was on her back, and Foo Fighters was staring down at her with a worried expression.
“Urgh…” groaned Jolyne. “What happened?”
“Right before you passed out, Stone Free was able to knock Udo down,” F.F. explained, “giving me time to carry you to safety. I was able to staunch your wounds, but you lost a lot of blood. How do you feel?” Jolyne took a moment to self-assess. Her head was throbbing and she found herself unable to stand.
“Not good,” she said. “Where are we, anway?”
“In the bathroom of a truck stop,” said Foo Fighters. “It was the closest shelter I could find.”
“Bathroom, huh?” Jolyne repeated. She felt a pressure in her midsection, and realized something else: all that soda had gone right through her.
“Help me up, F.F,” Jolyne groaned. “I need to take a piss.”
“No time,” said Foo Fighters. “Udo will be here any minute, and we have to be ready to fight.”
“I’m in no condition to do that,” said Jolyne. A pang ran through her bladder. “Just help me to the toilet; I’m begging you.”
“No,” said F.F. simply. “You can’t waste time doing that; you must be prepared.”
“I’m about to wet my pants, dammit!” cried Jolyne.
“Hmm,” said Foo Fighters, a strange expression on her face. “That gives me an idea.”
“Oh yeah?” asked Jolyne. “What’s that?”
“I don’t have time to explain,” said F.F, “but I need you to trust me. First, wet yourself.”
“What?” cried Jolyne. “Are you crazy?”
“Either that,” said Foo Fighters calmly, “or you can urinate directly on me.”
“Yeah ,definitely crazy.”
“Jolyne, just trust me!” F.F. begged her. Jolyne sighed.
What do I have to lose? she thought. I can’t hold it much longer anyway.
“Okay,” said Jolyne. “I trust you.”
Despite how full her bladder was, Jolyne found it hard to allow herself to let go. Eventually, however, she let out a little dribble of pee. More followed, quickly soaking the front of her pants and darkening the blue fabric. Jolyne felt herself blush, her emotions mixed. The relief felt good, but wetting herself felt disgusting and humiliating.
Foo Fighters, I hope you know what you’re doing, she thought as she continued to wet herself.
After a while, Jolyne’s bladder was drained. She sat on the floor, a large wet patch on the front of her pants.
“Okay,” she grumbled, “I did it. Now what?” Foo Fighters didn’t say anything. Instead, she put her mouth to the crotch of Jolyne’s pants and started licking.
“What the hell?” yelled Jolyne. “Get off of me!” F. F. ignored her and kept slurping. When she finally removed her head, Jolyne’s pants were completely dry.
“You know,” said Jolyne, her face red, “if you were that thirsty, there’s a sink in here.”
“That’s not it,” said Foo Fighters. “I needed to-”
She was interrupted when the door to the bathroom flew off its hinges. Udo was standing there, Sunday Bloody Sunday hovering behind him.
“Found you!” he shouted triumphantly. “Let’s end this!” His Stand shot its tubes towards Jolyne, but Foo Fighters jumped in front and they pierced her neck instead.
“Oh well,” said Udo. “Your blood’s as good as any.” As he said that, Jolyne realized what the plan was.
“No!” she cried dramatically. “Take me instead!”
“Begging will get you nowhere,” sneered Udo. “Sunday! Bring me the blood!” His Stand obeyed, sticking the tubes into him. But the liquid that flowed through them was yellow, not red. Udo laughed at first. Then he screamed.
“What’s going on?” Udo howled. “This doesn’t feel right!”
“That’s because my body doesn’t contain one drop of blood,” said Foo Fighters. “It does, however, contain approximately 350 mls of urine that I recently ingested.”
“Aagh!” cried Udo, keeling over in pain. Jolyne saw her chance. Using the last of her strength, she summoned Stone Free. It rushed past Sunday Bloody Sunday, which was still unwittingly pumping pee into its user, and descended upon Udo, taking him down with a flurry of blows. As he fell unconscious, his Stand faded away.
With the battle over, Foo Fighters helped Jolyne to her feet.
“Thanks for that,” said Jolyne, still a little groggy. “I should’ve known you’d come up with something.”
“You’re welcome,” said F.F. “The plan may have been unusual, but it was still a success.”
“Sure was,” said Jolyne. “Just promise me your next plan will involve less bodily fluids.”
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Stand Name: Sunday Bloody Sunday (サンディー・ブラッディー・サンディー)
Stand Master: Udo Uteger (ウードー・ユーテガー)
Destructive Power: C
Speed: B
Range: C
Persistence: B
Precision: A
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Rediscovering a Need
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba fanfiction by MasterXploder
Dark. Moonlight. Cool breeze.
Safety.
Nezuko did not understand anything but the basics. Sunlight is bad. Humans are your family. Only attack demons who wish to harm others. Maybe that was all she needed to know. It had worked for her for as long as she remembered, which wasn’t very long. It was a simple life, one with danger, but also a certain peace to it.
And yet, it seemed like there was something… more than that. Something buried deep within her mind. Faces she knew. Places she went to. Things she did. Emotions she felt. It was always there but just out of her reach, eternally tantalizing and frustrating her.
Maybe that’s why she was walking outside in the middle of the night, rather than sleeping to regain her strength and stave off her urge to feed. At least, that was one of the reasons. The other was to find some way to deal with the other issue that had arisen upon her waking.
A pressure of some sort, located not far above where her legs came together, had roused her from her vague, fuzzy dreams. It was an uncomfortable nuisance, pulling her focus away from the things she wanted to think about, like the boy who cared for her, or how nice it felt to sleep.
She had laid in bed for a while after first waking, hoping it would have gone away on its own or that she could at least go back to bed. However, the pressure only grew more uncomfortable over time, her hopes of a restful sleep fading with each wave pulsing through her. Her legs slowly rubbed together under the covers as it got worse, easing her burden but also ensuring she could never return to sleep like this.
As unpleasant as it was, Nezuko realized that it did not feel like a permanent pain. This pressure wanted to go somewhere, removing itself from her body, that was why it kept demanding her attention with each throb. She somehow knew she could rid herself of this pain, here and now in the futon if she so desired, then return to her rest right away. Yet Nezuko could not bring herself to do this, at least not where she lay. Something in the back of her mind forbade it, nagging her to go elsewhere first.
She didn’t understand, but this feeling proved too difficult to resist. Quiet as a cat, Nezuko had risen and stepped out of the building that the boy had chosen for shelter tonight. The light of the moon and her enhanced vision lit her way into the surrounding woods, with only the faint crunching of leaves betraying her presence.
Were anyone else around, they would have noticed Nezuko's walk lacked its usual grace, replaced now with a hint of stiffness. Her pink eyes took in the various trees and rocks, as if she was looking for one in particular, not that she knew why. It just seemed like she needed somewhere… good enough to do whatever needs done.
She hoped it would be soon. Being outside in the dark, It did not take long for her to note how cool the outdoors felt compared to the futon inside. Her bare legs and feet shivered in the chilly air, something that she always noticed but was never bothered by before. However, this chill seemed to make the pain worse, the source wanting out more than ever. Still, she refused to let it have its way, not this easily. Eyes lowered, Nezuko renewed her stride, keeping a look out for whatever she needed to fix her problem.
So focused on this, she hardly noticed when the endless view of forestry opened up just a tad, and a faint, calming sound filled her ears. She knew what it would be, but pressed forward regardless.
Nezuko now stood before a creek, at least a couple body lengths wide. The black water shimmered in the moonlight as it flowed quickly, splashing and crashing along the many rocks to create spots of white in the dark.
Standing near such a river was normally soothing to her, but not this time. As Nezuko looked and listened, an unpleasant tension built up inside her body, as though it yearned for something she did not want to give into, only getting stronger and stronger until…
Nezuko hissed as her entire body tensed up. A strange and wet warmth suddenly appeared between her legs, going into the fabric underneath her robes. On pure instinct, her legs closed and hands pressed into her groin to stop more from coming out. She succeeded, but it took more strength than she realized. Whatever wanted to come out was going to do it soon, no matter how hard she tried to delay it.
Growling into her muzzle, Nezuko turned around and walked away from the maddening waters, her body more tensed than ever. She kept marching, eyes darting everywhere for the thing she needed, every step bringing her closer to her release whether she liked it or not.
Her walking brought her into a cozy spot surrounded by bushes and trees. For some reason, this felt like just the place she needed for whatever was happening to happen. Nezuko tried her hardest to focus and figure it out as she lightly bounced on her feet, the frustration building as quickly as the pain below, until she suddenly stopped and opened her eyes wide.
A vision presented itself in her mind. A human female towering over her, her face blurred from the sunlight and fog of her memories. Where was this coming from? It felt familiar somehow, like she had known who this was at one point. Seeing her stirred up feelings of… something inside her. Fear? She felt the murmurs of being scared in this moment, and it seemed this person was the root of her fears.
But that didn’t feel right. As she looked at this figure, she could feel a strange warmth coming from it. It reminded her of the soothing kindness from the boy she traveled with. The figure’s mouth moved, and while she didn’t know the words, she could tell they were meant to make her feel that nothing bad was going to happen.
That’s when the person slowly and gently lowered down into an odd pose over the grass at her feet, rolling up her kimono and pulling the fabric underneath to her knees at the same time. Nezuko then looked down to find that her own body was much smaller and clad in different clothes. She felt her heartbeat racing and a strange resistance from her own body, but the trust in this person proved stronger, and she knelt down just like they did. There was only the sound of nature around them for the longest time.
And then she heard something new: a light sound of water trickling onto the ground, coming from the human herself. Nezuko wanted to speak or whine, not knowing what was happening, until she heard a second trickle beginning much closer to her. No, not just hearing it, but feeling it too. She looked down right away, her eyes opening wide at what she saw.
It was like a tiny stream falling from underneath her dress, clear but tinted yellow. It struck the grass with a little splatter, absorbing into the dirt at first but then forming a puddle that crept forward and made tiny bubbles along the way. A peculiar scent reached her nose as the puddle grew, letting her know that whatever this stuff was, she did not want it on or inside her.
Nezuko's eyes remained fixed on the sight before her. This act was so strange, making her feel so many different ways about it. It was inconvenient and messy, rooting her to the spot while she waited to finish, and definitely something she knew she shouldn't get on her. Yet it also felt natural, like this was exactly the right way to do it in a place like this.
She looked back to the woman for some kind of answer, only to find that she was no longer there. The sun had also vanished, and Nezuko was no longer the small and frightened creature. She was all by herself in the dark, letting out this water that had built up inside her somehow, feeling the annoying pressure slowly going away. In its place came a pleasing sensation radiating from her groin, making her close her eyes and let a long breath out through her nose in a look of pure contentment.
So she remained in this position, letting her body rid itself of this liquid until her stream fell away into a little dribble falling straight off her body. The pressure was gone, although it had left a bit of wetness behind that Nezuko did not like. Not entirely understanding her movements, she picked up a few leaves behind her and wiped the drips away until she felt just dry enough for it to not bother her.
With that, Nezuko was ready to stand and pull her garments back to where they seemed to fit best. Staring at the wet patch she made from above stirred up more of those confusing feelings inside. This one act gave her a sense of being closer to these visions and voices beyond the fog in her mind, and with it came a strange peace that she only desired more of. Despite this inconvenience and stress, she did not mind the idea of this act occurring again, though she didn't know when or if it would.
But before she could contemplate further, her eyes dropped as the urge to return to sleep came over her. Nezuko carefully stepped away from the wet grass and made her way back to the building and her bed. A peaceful sleep and more dreams awaited her, dreams that may one day become real again.
(A/N: Another short story done! I actually started this one several months ago in an attempt to get out of my writing slump, which didn't work out at the time. However, in the spirit of Omovember, I was able to finally see it through. I guess you could put this under the day 4 prompt of "Relieving themselves in the woods", I'm not exactly sticking to any plan regarding this, but it's the thought that counts, right?)
Edited November 24, 2020 by MasterXploder
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Time for some Pokémon omorashi! Yes, I used the "aggressive and Scottish" personality for Gloria.
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Day 21: Wetting a swimsuit Nessa (Pokemon Sword + Shield)
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Nessa, leader of the Hulbury Gym in Galar, lay back in her inner tube, sipping an iced tea. There hadn’t been many challengers at her gym lately, and she was taking a moment to relax in her pool, dressed in her usual two-piece swimsuit, her Pokémon lounging around her. She closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.
“This is the life,” she said to herself. “I enjoy a good battle as much as the next fellow, but the peace and calm are where it’s really at. I think-”
“Oi, you! Yes, you!”
Nessa sat up, annoyed that her reverie had been disturbed. The cause was standing at the edge of the pool, dressed in a skirt and cap.
“I suppose you’re here to challenge me?” said Nessa, unable to keep the irritation out of her voice.
“No, I’m here to ask for your autograph!” snarked the intruder. “Of course I’m here to challenge you!”
“In that case,” said Nessa, managing to keep herself calm, “I will need a moment to prepare my Pokemon.”
“Very well,” said the challenger. “Take all the time you want; I’ll still beat you!”
Nessa gulped down the rest of her iced tea and paddled her inner tube over to the pool’s edge. She climbed out, shaking the water out of her long black hair, and headed for the gym’s locker room. Nessa dried herself with a towel, then selected her Pokémon for the battle.
“Goldeen, Arrokuda, and Drednaw,” she said to herself, grabbing their Pokéballs. “You should do quite nicely. Let’s see. Anything else?” As if in response, a spasm ran through her bladder.
Ah, yes, Nessa thought. I need to have a wee; that iced tea works quickly. Well, that shouldn’t take long at-
“You ready yet?” called the challenger. “You’re borin’ me to death out here.”
“Coming!” snapped Nessa.
Never mind, I can hold it for now.
Nessa strode out into the arena. In the center was a large circular pool with several platforms floating in it. The challenger stood on the other side, smirking confidently.
“My name is Gloria!” she announced. “And I challenge you for the Water Badge!”
“Challenge accepted,” said Nessa calmly. Both threw their Pokéballs, which burst open to reveal the first fighters. Nessa, who had decided to start simple with the fish-like Goldeen, laughed when she saw her opponent’s first pick. It was a Raboot, a Fire-type! Despite the type disadvantage, the rabbit Pokémon leapt into battle with vigor, delivering a double kick that did some decent damage. Goldeen retaliated with Whirlpool, a powerful move that dropped its foe in a single hit.
Nessa smirked as Gloria cursed and called back her first Pokémon.
If the rest are this easy, I’ll be done in no time! she thought. She hoped that would be the case; her need to pee was getting worse, and the sounds of her Pokémon splashing in the water weren’t helping.
“Go, Wooloo!” shouted Gloria, sending out the Sheep Pokémon. It charged toward the edge of its platform with a loud bleat.
“Goldeen, Horn Attack!” Nessa commanded. Her Pokémon leapt out of the water and met Wooloo horn-to-horns. There was a loud crack, and both collapsed. But only Wolloo got up.
“I guess that was too much for you,” said Nessa, putting her unconscious Goldeen back in its ball. “That’s okay, you did your best. Let’s see how she handles this!”
Her next Pokémon was the dart-shaped Arrokuda. The sleek fish burst from its Pokéball and launched itself at Wooloo, snapping at it with its powerful jaws. Wooloo retaliated with a kick, but Arrokuda tanked the hit and continued the assault, knocking out its foe with a well-placed bite.
“Agh!” cried Gloria. “I’m down to me last Pokémon here!”
Good, thought Nessa, fidgeting slightly. I’m not sure how much longer I can last. Now let’s end this so I can take a trip to the loo!
“You think you’ve won,” Gloria hissed, “but I’ve got one last trick up me sleeve. Let’s go, Yamper!”
Nessa groaned inwardly as her opponent’s last Pokémon let out an excited bark. It was an Electric-type, Water’s natural weakness! She felt her hopes for a quick and easy win fade away.
Don't think like that! Nessa told herself. I can still win this!
“Arrokuda, use Fury Attack!” Her Pokémon obeyed, jabbing at Yamper repeatedly with its pointed snout. The Puppy Pokémon retaliated by rubbing its fuzzy cheeks against its foe. Static electricity rushed through Arrokuda, causing it to faint.
This is it, thought Nessa. We’re both down to our last Pokémon! She winced as she felt her bladder spasm. Maybe I should throw the fight so I can be done sooner?
No! Nessa scolded herself. One way or another, I have to see this through! Crossing her legs, she lifted up her final Pokéball.
“Looks like I’m down to one last Pokémon,” Nessa announced. “I’ve been saving the best for last! Go, Drednaw!” The hulking, turtle-shaped Pokémon emerged with a growl. Gloria sneered.
“Another Water-type?” she taunted. “Like that’s going to work!”
“Just watch,” said Nessa, slapping the band on her wrist. “Flood the stadium and make it our ocean! Drednaw, time to Dynamax!” The Dynamax Band took effect, boosting Drednaw to an enormous size. To her credit, Gloria didn’t give up easily.
“Yamper, use Spark!” she commanded. Her Pokémon released a jolt of electricity, but that barely fazed the powered-up Drednaw.
“Time to end this!” shouted Nessa. “Drednaw! Max Darkness!” At her command, a swirling portal opened above her Pokémon. Dark energy surged from it, striking Yamper and knocking it out.
“No!” Gloria cried at the loss of her last Pokémon. She took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “Well, you beat me. Good job. Oi, where are you going?” Nessa didn’t reply. Her bladder had reached its limit, and she was making a desperate dash to the locker room. She could feel droplets of pee leaking out, and she shoved her hands between her legs in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Nessa reached the door to the locker room and opened it with a trembling hand. Much to her dismay, the toilets were on the other end of the room. Now leaking worse than ever, Nessa rushed towards the nearest stall.
The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. Nessa took a running step forward, but when her foot landed, she felt it slip on the slick floor. She flailed her arms, trying to keep her balance, but it was no use. Nessa fell backwards, landing hard on her bottom. The impact was too much for her poor bladder.
“No! No!” Nessa cried as she felt the floodgates open. Pee poured out of her, soaking the front of her swimsuit and running down her legs in rivulets. She made an effort to stop the flow, but quickly realized it was no good; her bladder wouldn’t obey. Instead, Nessa could only sit there mortified as urine pooled up beneath her, forming a golden puddle on the locker room floor.
When at last she had finished peeing, Nessa took a moment to survey the damage. The crotch of her swimsuit was so wet, it looked like she had jumped in the pool. Her legs were slick with yellow droplets. And it would take a while to clean up the puddle she had left behind.
I can’t believe it, Nessa thought glumly. I was so close, but I wet myself.
“Well, at least nobody saw,” she mumbled, trying to cheer herself up. “And I showed Gloria a thing or two!” Feeling a bit better, Nessa stood up and headed for the shower. She peeled off her soiled swimsuit and turned on the water. She let out a sigh of pleasure as the warm spray caressed her skin.
A warm shower is always nice, Nessa thought. I just wish I didn’t need to clean myself so badly!
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Hello! I plan to make this fic have multiple chapters from different povs, and the next one will most likely have wetting. I'm not super comfortable with writing smut, so I tried to make it really short. The fic title is from a song by Pete Townshend, who I'll admit I've never listened to but I liked the song title. I hope you enjoy the fic, feel free to leave feedback! I'm not really sure what's happening with the font size of this, but I apologise if it's a bit odd.
“Harry! If I run a bath would you wanna hop in with me?” Draco called from the master bathroom.
When he had moved into number 12 Grimmauld Place a couple years after he started dating Harry, Draco had helped remodel some of the rooms that they used the most. That had included the master bathroom, and he looked around proudly at the room. It was lit by glass balls containing frozen Lumos charms and suspended from the ceiling, and they cast a soft golden light over the room. The floors were a gold-flecked marble that Draco had picked out himself, and the bath that he was about to run had been modeled after the one in prefects’ bathroom at Hogwarts. It was embedded into the ground, had plenty of different scents and features, and was (most importantly, in Draco’s opinion) big enough for 2 or more people to fit comfortably, if they wanted to.
On one memorable occasion, at the end of a party, Harry had decided that all of their friends must come and test how many could fit. The conclusion was that around 12 could, and it had been an excellent experiment until someone had accidentally turned one of the taps on and sprayed them all with butterbeer scented bubbles.
“Sure!” Harry responded from somewhere downstairs. Draco smiled and turned on some of the taps. Colorful citrus-scented steam filled the air, and he sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through the water that was rapidly filling the bathtub. As he did so, he shifted his feet and pressed his legs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that he could feel slowly building up in his bladder.
A couple nights previous, Draco and Harry had gotten a bit drunk and started discussing kinks that they might want to experiment with. If Draco was being honest with himself, he knew it was a conversation that he had wanted to have for a long time but he was never sure how to approach Harry about it.
The two of them had sat together in the drawing room, and after a brief but comfortable lull in conversation Draco had buried his face in Harry's neck and shyly asked whether or not he had any kinks he'd like to try. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the smartest strategy; as Harry had asked Draco to repeat himself and it was much worse the second time when he couldn't muffle the words. But Harry had been kind and earnest, and Draco was glad the conversation had taken place.
Harry, sheepishly, had admitted that he'd like to try bondage sometime, and Draco had responded that foodplay was something that interested him. Draco had added that he enjoyed watersports, and he couldn't help but notice how Harry's eyes had darkened instantly as he'd agreed and mentioned that wetting also turned him on.
It had been an awkward conversation, but Draco was glad he had initiated it; especially considering that they had some amount of overlap.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Draco quickly turned off the taps and cast a shimmering charm over the water that would maintain its temperature. He met Harry in the doorway, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling him into the room. He started unbuttoning his shirt, maintaining eye contact with Harry while going through the motions of undressing as slowly as possible. Draco noticed the growing bulge in Harry's jeans with a hint of satisfaction, feeling a hot ache spiral through him as he did so.
After 30 seconds he'd only undone two buttons, and Harry made a growling noise and waved a hand. A second later, both of their clothes and Harry’s glasses were neatly folded on a chair, and Harry had Draco pressed against a wall and was gently biting at his collarbone.
“Impatient tonight, are we?” Draco murmured breathlessly, trying to ignore the pleasant aching in his bladder. He had plans for it, but they wouldn't come into play until later.
“You were taking forever!” Harry protested, but Draco could feel him smiling. Interestingly, Harry was mimicking his movements from earlier, and when Draco looked down he noticed that Harry's normally flat stomach was slightly distended. It seemed that they were in similar situations which is exactly what Draco wanted.
He had been drinking much more liquid than he usually did throughout the day, and he’d also made Harry more cups of tea and passed him more glasses of water. He'd noticed when they'd first started dating that Harry had a tendency towards waiting until he was desperate to use the restroom, but when he'd casually asked about it Harry had just shrugged and said he normally didn't really notice the need until it was urgent. He was a terrible liar, so Draco knew that that wasn't the real reason; but he didn't want to press Harry. Of course, recent conversations had made him realize that Harry probably did it for pleasure the same way Draco did, and Draco was banking on that for his plans.
Draco slipped out of Harry's arms, laughing at his disgruntled expression, and slid gently into the bathtub. He let the warm water envelope his body as he gazed over at Harry. He hadn't gotten into the bath yet, but he was standing at the edge. His tawny skin seemed to glow in the golden light and his hair was even more curly and chaotic than usual from the steam, despite the haircut that he had gotten earlier in the week. Bright green eyes met Draco's, and he flushed at having been caught staring.
“Well? Aren't you coming in?” he asked, trying not to sound desperate.
“Thanks for the invitation,” was the dry response, but Harry got into the tub and made his way over to where draco was sitting on a ledge built into the side of the tub. Harry sat on Draco’s lap, straddling his hips and facing him. Draco kissed him hard, wrapping one arm around his back while slipping the other hand between their bodies and pressing gently on Harry’s bladder.
As predicted, Harry’s whole body went stiff instantly. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss and giving Draco a slightly panicked look.
“Fuck...it seems like you’ve, er, noticed already but I’m a bit desperate for the toilet right now,” Harry said, panting slightly. “That felt good but if you do it again I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold it.”
“One way to find out, isn’t there?” Draco said, increasing the pressure on Harry’s slightly. Harry let out a strangled moan, arching into the touch. His eyes flicked downwards, and Draco followed his line of vision to see a jet of pee shoot out of Harry before he grabbed his cock to stop the flow. Draco could feel it against his stomach, slightly warmer than the rest of the water, and he was more turned on than he could ever remember being in the past.
“Did that feel nice? You can let go, you know. I won’t mind,” he murmured, rubbing his cock against the inside of Harry’s thigh and pushing on his bladder again.
With a moan, Harry lost control completely. Streams of pee began shooting out of him, swirling through the water around them and making Draco feel almost dizzy with arousal. Once the stream had died off, he grabbed both of their cocks and began pulling and twisting until they were both shaking with release. |
The omorashi dungeon
Authors notes: I have threatened the discord that I would write a story based on my strange Milovana challenge that ended up being half RPG and half omo challenge. This one: https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=47066
I don't plan on sex scenes, for now. And considering the protagonist there is a lot of male omo, but there will also be female omo. I just haven't decided on how it will play out. Other than that, enjoy and feedback is appreciated.
Chapter 1: A damp welcome
Deep within the forest west of Falia rests a dungeon that does not rely on sword and sorcery to test one's strength. Adventurers famously leave with a pair of wet pants and a shattered ego. Nobody has ever reached the very bottom and faced the ruler himself.
Tomo arrived in the misty early morning hours. His gaze went up to the heavy wooden gates set into the side of a small cliff and checked his map. The entrance was not very obvious, this could be any old dungeon, but the map showed a caricature of a person desperate to step out into the bushes.
Thinking about stepping out. He took a cautious look down the gravel road and started to unbutton his cloth pants. This morning's tea weighed on his bladder and entering the omorashi dungeon with a half-filled bladder sounded like an accident waiting to happen.
Tomo sighed in relief and watched the thin clouds of mist curl up from the stream of golden morning urine splattering against the leaves of a bush. There was nothing quite like relieving yourself outside in the crispy fresh air. Adventuring gave ample opportunities to do so. He gave the customary shake, stuffed everything back where it belonged and stepped up to the entrance. Here goes nothing.
The heavy doors moved only with considerable effort. A wave of stale cave air greeted him as he stepped inside the half-opened door. The slim beam of light from the entrance revealed very little. The walls were of smooth stone as was the floor. A wooden door waited to be opened at the end. Tomo followed the thin illuminated path inside.
“Welcome!” a disembodied voice barked from all directions at once.
“Who’s there?” Tomo’s gaze flicked along the walls and ceiling, hoping that the voice could understand him.
“None other than me, your friendly guide and helper, challenger.” Torches flickered to life and basked the corridor in a warm orange. “I will offer you one final chance to turn around. This is no ordinary dungeon.”
“I am well aware of what will happen to me. I came all this way out here to find this,” Tomo answered to the room in general.
“Great, great. Step through the door and we will see if you have a worthy bladder.”
Tomo followed as instructed and found himself in a very similar room. A small round flask of what appeared to be water hovered in the middle.
“Please drink the water provided so I can calibrate the dungeon,” the voice said.
“Calibrate?”
“People react very differently and I am an advocate for fair games.”
Tomo grabbed the flask and gave it a short swish.If the dungeon wanted to harm him, there were easier methods and this was the omorashi dungeon. He downed the cool water in one go.
The last drop made it down into his stomach and a sharp sting shot up his chest. He doubled over in pain. The sharp sting cut like a blade through his stomach and down into his abdomen. His bladder started to tingle and twitch. “What did you do to me!” he hissed.
Tomo reached down to feel his bladder swell like a waterskin and clasped down on his muscles. Drops of urine forced themselves up into the shaft of his penis, tickling and teasing as they made their way forwards. He was losing control. His floodgates gave out and he dropped to the floor.
Nothing happened. The pressure in his bladder remained constant even after his muscles relaxed. It felt wrong. A few seconds later the pressure diminished and the liquid retreated back into his body.
“I am sorry for the pain and confusion,” the voice said calmly.
Tomo drew a deep breath and got back up on shaky legs. “You could’ve warned me.” He felt around his lower abdomen and found his bladder as empty as it was when he had entered.
“I think you are very promising. I hope you can make it past the welcome unlike so many others.”
Tomo shook the confusion out of his head and headed through the next door.
He stood in a small circular room lit by torches mounted on the walls. The floor was paved with smooth white stones strangely reminiscent of a bathroom. A golden circle drawn in the middle caught his attention.
Golden letters formed within as he stepped closer. “Prepare to face they who endure.”
“They who endure?” Tomo repeated what he read as the circle dissolved into tiny golden droplets that vanished into the floor. A deep black mist sprayed out of the cracks between the stones and he jumped back. A trap!
He spun around, but the door had vanished. The black mist started to fill out the room, reaching up to his knees. He held his breath.
The mist flashed red for a split second and rushed towards the middle, forming into a pillar of sheer black. Like a sculpture would form marble, the form of a figure became clearer as the pillar undulated rhythmically. A creature emerged with a slender, feminine frame. It’s skin was as black as tar and a slim tail twitched behind their back. Two glowing red eyes fixated Tomo. Their clothes matched his exactly.
“I have awoken,” it spoke with a voice as dark as night and deep as the ocean.
“You must be the new challenger,” it hissed.
The creature must be a demon. Tomo clenched his fists. Why would a demon be here? Was it part of the dungeon?
The demon’s expression turned to a smirk as it unbuttoned their pants to reveal a rather sizable penis as black as its skin. It sighed and a strong stream of deep golden liquid shot out and splattered onto the floor between them.
It stared at Tomo. “Well? Are we doing this or not?” it asked.
“I,” Tomo watched the scene with a mixture of confusion and amusement. Demons were known to rip people apart, this one was strange and seeing what it did, definitely part of this dungeon.
“We don’t do blood contracts here. You must know who’s dungeon you walked into, right?”
Tomo started to understand. He unbuttoned his pants and aimed at the frothing puddle between them. He concentrated on letting go, but he was not a fan of being keenly watched while he did so.
After a few seconds of intense concentration he managed a thin stream that merged with the puddle.
“The contract is made. Let us begin.” The demon snapped their fingers and the puddle vanished.
“The rules of this dungeon are simple. You wet yourself in a challenge against someone, you lose. The challenges are up to us to decide.” With those words the demon summoned two flasks of water and handed Tomo one of them.
He emptied the flask with vigour as did the demon. A cool sensation washed through his body and straight down into his bladder.
“Curious isn’t it? Water goes right through me and since we are fighting the same happens to you.” The demon raised their tunic and pointed at the very soft outline of their bladder already visible on their slim body.
“Your turn,” they gestured. If the goal was to make them wet themselves before he did, this seemed rather easy. He reached down and pressed on his bladder. The demon mirrored his movement and grinned.
“My capacity is rather large, this tiny bulge is nothing. But now, watch this.” The demon raised their hand and snapped once more.
A table set with two cups and a kettle appeared. “What do you take? Coffee, tea? I can’t start my day without tea.”
Tomo stood silent. If a demon offered tea or coffee they had other intentions, usually, but in this dungeon the other intention mabe be forcing more liquid down into his bladder. “I’ll take tea too in that case.”
The demon gestured to sit down on the floor. “So, first time here am I right? You look a tad confused.” They poured two cups of tea.
Tomo took a sip. It tasted pretty bland. “I am not sure what to make of this place yet. I’ve heard the stories.”
“Oh, it is pretty fun.” The demon’s grin rose up to their ears. “I do like to mess with the new challengers.”
A snap echoed through the room and when Tomo opened his eyes he found himself sat on a wooden chair in a busy teahouse. The demon sat opposite him.
A twinge in his bladder suggested the tea did its work far too quickly.
Tomo took in his surroundings. Every seat in the teahouse was taken and the atmosphere quite lively. A heavy set man in an apron approached their table.
“Can I take your order? Last order before the show.” Show?
“We’ll take a large pot of your herbal mix please,” the demon answered. The man nodded and went about his business.
“What just happened?” Tomo asked and was answered with a smirk.
“We are in a teahouse in the capital, a few minutes before they start their show. Getting up to use the bathroom during the show would be rather rude, wouldn’t it?”
The demon raised their tunic again to give Tomo a peek at their prominent bladder outline. “I reckon you aren’t doing much better. This tea works wonders.”
The demon was right. His urge had doubled in the last minutes. “I can’t just make you drink can I?”
The demon laughed, “You could, but it would hit you too. These are the rules of the dungeon, we fight on equal grounds unless we freely decide otherwise.”
Tomo had an idea. “You, as an expert omorashi demon, would surely be able to win even if you drank a cup more than me, am I right?”
They cocked their head. “Is that a bet? I like a good bet. But should you lose even with me handicapped, you will submit to a punishment I decide.”
Tomo considered the offer. Surely the demon could not keep up with a cup of this tea more than him. “Deal.”
The demon emptied another cup so fast that steam rose from their mouth. A minute later they rearranged their legs, squeezing them together on the chair. Tomo would’ve counted that as a win for him, hadn’t he been bouncing with his for the last thirty seconds. Desperation worked quick and fast in the dungeon, what usually took hours took mere minutes.
“It is my turn again,” the demon said, but was interrupted by the lights turning off.
Tomo turned to the small stage at the back and watched as an elf and a dwarf appeared on stage. Conversations all around them turned quiet.
The demon started to whisper. “Squirming will get their attention. We don’t want that, do we? So we sit still.”
Tomo remembered many nights in taverns and inns that went similar, but he had never suffered from a bladder filling so rapidly. He tried to suppress the bouncing and squirming, but the lake inside him started to press down more and more on his muscles. The sitting position applied even more pressure and he tried to lean back as far as he could.
“Not much of a desperate sitter are you?” the demon quipped. They were slim and large, sitting did not affect their bladder as much. Still they sat with crossed legs and a twitching tail. They tried to hide it but they weren’t doing much better.
Painful minutes passed. The actors performed what could count as awful comedy. They turned to the audience. “For the next act we need two volunteers.”
Tomo’s hand shot upwards. “Here, us. It is my turn again right?” If the demon did better sitting, he would force them to stand.
The demon let out a pained hiss as they stood up and followed the two actors to the stage. Tomo felt the contents of his bladder shifting, pressing down on his muscles but standing relieved the additional pressure.
All eyes in the teahouse were focussed on them struggling to not show their desperation. The actors handed both of them a large glass of water. Tomo’s hand closed around the wet glass and it sent a shiver down his spine.
“I think you had a terrible idea,” the demon whispered and smirked.
“In the next town we met two travellers,” the dwarf motioned, “they lingered at the edge of town, drinking.”
Tomo hesitated to take a sip from his glass but the elf urged them on to do so. The water travelled south and added to the volume in his bladder immediately. If he knew that this would happen he wouldn’t have volunteered. He pressed his free hand against his crotch as sneakily as he could.
The demon held themselves with their tail coiled around their waist. The actors didn’t seem to care about their predicament and continued with their sketch that forced them to take a sip every few sentences.
Tomo danced from one foot to another, his bladder rockhard in his abdomen. He wouldn’t make it much longer. Please be done with us.
Fate was on his side. “Thank you for your help,” the elf said and motioned for them to return to their seats. They both nodded hastily and took careful steps down the stage. The demon let out a little whine as they took the first step down. Pressing their hands and tail into their crotch they shambled back to their seat, a small wet spot clearly visible.
I can do this. Tomo was ahead, if only by drops. He eyed the hard wooden stool and hesitantly lowered himself. His bladder compressed and a tiny spurt found its way into his pants. No,no,no. More spurts followed and the patch grew larger. He drew a short breath and focused, forcing his muscles to close once again.
“I haven’t been so close to losing in ages,” the demon murmured, “I love it.” They grabbed their empty tea cup and held it with a shaking arm. “I have an idea for a challenge. We fill our cups. If anybody notices or it overflows you lose.”
The demon and Tomo both grabbed the cups and lowered them under the table. He took a cautious look around for watchful eyes. All customers focussed on each other or the play.
He tried to look nonchalant as he stared straight ahead towards the stage while unbuttoning his pants below the table. His heart pounded, he had never done anything like this. And in public. His rock hard bladder begging for relief vanished from the top concern in his head to second. What if anybody saw? He didn’t dare look below the table as he leaned slightly forward, pulled his penis out of his pants and aimed downward.
A first spurt drummed against the porcelain involuntarily when his sensitive tip touched the cold material. He released his muscles ever so slightly. What followed was a short gush, pinched off after only a second. He knew the cup wouldn’t hold more. Once again he looked around and nobody seemed to have taken notice of his naughty deed.
He placed the cup back on the table. It was filled a little more than halfway. “Now it is your turn,” Tomo said and watched the demon squirm.
They followed a different tactic, leaning back and letting their sizable appendage hang into the cup. From afar it might look like somebody relaxing in their chair and Tomo guessed this wasn’t their first time doing this.
The demon held everything in place for several long seconds, until finally Tomo could make out the tiny hiss. It grew louder, the demon cramped, it grew even louder and a small stream poured over the rim of the cup and splattered down onto the floor. “No!” they yelled out and the teahouse stopped. All eyes turned towards their table.
“I, I lost,” the demon whined and giggled. The tea cup dropped and shattered on the floor. A torrential stream of urine erupted from their crotch, arced slightly and hit the cloth of their pants. The light brown fabric turned dark. “Damn,” they moaned in relief, raised their arms behind their head and committed fully to the relaxed position whilst drenching their pants and floor.
“Excuse me!” somebody yelled. The teahouse was in uproar. Tomo desperately clenched his legs. The scene in front of him was too tempting for his bladder. “Am I allowed to go to the bathroom now?!”
The demon laughed and sunk deeper into the chair, their stream now pattering on the wooden floor. “They don’t have a bathroom, just let it goooo. You are allowed to, now that you have won.”
Tomo would’ve protested but his bladder made the decision for him, or the dungeon did. His lower abdomen went numb and what followed was the sensation of warmth spreading around his crotch.
He could’ve fought it and wrangled back control, but he gave into the blissful relief. His upper body dropped onto the table and his head rested on the side, watching the chaos in the teahouse unfold. People shouted, but he barely understood the words. His mind was somewhere far away while his body sat at a table in a fancy teahouse urinating at full force into his pants.
He could only imagine what the scene might look like for the other guests. A human and demon dressed in matching clothes. One of them looking like they had melted into the chair with a steady stream of urine flying from their open pants. The other lying on the table with a thousand yard stare and urine streaming down the leg of their pants.
It was only when the hissing and dripping stopped that he realized what he did. A heavy blush crawled up to his face. He’d be thrown out and go to prison. Panic spread through his head.
There was a snap and he found himself back in the circular room with a small table and kettle.
“Illusions,” the demon huffed. “I can not teleport people.”
They propped themselves up, eyeing their drenched clothes.
“I have to congratulate you and welcome you to the dungeon. You won’t believe how many challengers wet themselves before the play even starts.”
The demon snapped their fingers and Tomo suddenly sat in dry clothes. Theirs had vanished and Tomo found himself staring.
“Finally some freedom, clothes are so restricting.” The demon stretched and massaged their lower abdomen. “It has been so long that I lost.” They turned towards the middle of the room and began a strange motion with their hands.
“It reminds me of the match I had with our lord. I have played with every inhabitant here, but he is truly something else. Not only did he best me, he bested the entire teahouse at once.” The demon snapped their fingers.
A small circular portion of the floor raised and revealed a staircase in the middle of the room. “Before you can face him, there are others. Visit me again if you find the time.” The demon gave him a wink and blew a kiss before they vanished into a thin black mist.
Tomo patted down on his bladder. It did not hurt, nor did it feel full anymore. It was as though he had been reset.
“I see that they were impressed,” the disembodied voice spoke once again. “It’s been years since somebody last passed the demon. I look forward to meeting you.” |
Once again, this story was inspired by an image. I'll post it at the end; contains nudity.
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Day 22: Need to go during a fight Ibuki (Street Fighter)
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The two fighters faced each other, sweat dripping from their bare torsos, neither saying a word. In one corner: E. Honda, the sumo superstar. In the other: Sagat, master of Muay Thai. They circled around, each waiting for an opportunity. Finally, Sagat made the first move.
“Tiger Shot!” he roared, shooting a ball of flame from his fists. Honda jumped over it, attempting to crush Sagat with his bulk as he landed. But his foe sidestepped the attack and struck back with a knee to the gut. Honda crumpled, but Sagat caught him with a jumping uppercut before he hit the ground.
“Tiger Uppercut!” Sagat shouted. Both fighters landed, but only Sagat on his feet.
“K.O!” announced the referee.
“Woo-hoo!” cheered Ibuki. She was perched on a tree branch, watching the fight. “Way to go, big guy!”
Ibuki jumped down, landing with the grace of a cat. The kunoichi (female ninja) was not only a competitor in the World Fighting Tournament, but a huge fan as well. She strolled over to Sagat, who was towelling himself off.
“Nice work out there,” Ibuki complimented. “I mean, I’ve always been a fan, but I also had a big bet riding on you. So thanks for that.” Sagat gave no indication he had heard her, instead turning and walking away.
“Yeesh, tough crowd,” Ibuki said to herself. She watched as E. Honda’s handlers tried to drag his massive form away. The next fight would begin in a little while, so she decided to take a break to grab some refreshments.
Ibuki returned a few minutes later, clutching a pretzel and large soda. Using one hand, she scrambled back up to her perch to watch the next fight. Ibuki sipped her soda and watched as the next two challengers approached: Ryu and Ken, two masters of Shotokan. Ibuki cheered them on as the two friendly rivals clashed. Each fight was more exciting than the last; Dhalsim vs Rufus, Abel vs T. Hawk, Dee Jay vs Hakan… she watched them all, on the edge of her seat.
After a few more rounds, Ibuki started to feel all the soda make its way through her. She hopped down again.
“All right,” she said to herself, “time for a pee break.” She headed for the bathrooms, but an announcement from the referee made her stop in her tracks.
“Next up,” he shouted, “Ibuki!”
“Huh?” said Ibuki. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” said the referee. “Take up your position.”
Oh, crap! thought Ibuki. I’ll have to hold it until after the fight! Okay, deep breath. You can do this. Who’s my opponent?
“In the other corner: Zangief!” announced the referee.
Oh, crap!
Zangief, the Russian wrestling champion known as the Red Cyclone, was a seven-foot tower of muscle clad in only Speedo and a massive amount of chest hair. Ibuki had seen him fight, and knew he could both dish out and take a lot of punishment.
All right, Ibuki told herself, trying to stay calm, I just gotta take this nice and slow. Can’t make any dumb mistakes.
“Fight!” yelled the referee. Zangief rushed forward, swinging his massive fists at Ibuki. She swiftly sidestepped, but the quick movement unpleasant jostled her bladder. A few drops of urine leaked into her baggy pants. Horrified, Ibuki crossed her legs together to stop the flow. But that momentary pause gave Zangief all the time he needed.
Two gargantuan hands grabbed Ibuki by the waist and she felt herself lifted into the air. Zangief had her in one of his trademark spinning piledrivers. His grip tightened as he slammed Ibuki to the ground, and she cried out as a sizable spurt of pee was squeezed out of her.
I can’t let him get me with another one of those! Ibuki thought in a panic. I’ll completely wet myself! She stepped back, trying to create some space between her and her foe.
Gotta play it safe, Ibuki told herself. Zangief charged towards her again, but she was ready this time. She jumped up and tossed a kunai towards the massive man. The blade struck him in the chest, knocking him back. Ibuki followed up with a punch to the gut, then swiftly retreated before Zangief could strike back.
Okay, she thought, so far, so good. Her bladder throbbed, but she tried to ignore it. If I keep this up, I just might make it out of this with dry pants!
Ibuki bobbed and weaved, avoiding Zangief’s blows while chipping away at him with light attacks. Eventually, however, she slipped up. She dodged the wrong way, and Zangief’s punch hit her right in the stomach, causing more urine to leak out.
“No!” cried Ibuki, regaining control of her bladder. “I won’t lose!” Desperate in every sense of the word, she threw out a wild punch. It hit Zangief in the gut, and Ibuki quickly followed up. She jumped up and kicked off of her foe’s massive chest, launching herself into the air.
“Take this!” Ibuki shouted, throwing out a barrage of kunai. Zangief held up his arms to shield himself, but she was prepared for that. She landed with a powerful kick that finally felled her foe.
“K.O!”
The referee began to congratulate Ibuki, but she wasn’t listening; instead, she was dashing away. Her bladder was at its absolute limit, and she was going to lose control at any second.
Gotta pee gotta pee gotta find a place to pee! Ibuki thought desperately. Casting her gaze around, she spotted a large boulder, one big enough to hide behind.
That’ll do!
Ibuki dashed behind the boulder and squatted. Her hands shaking, she undid her belt and pulled up the top layer of her dogi uniform. Gripping it in her teeth, she reached down and yanked the crotch of the lower layer aside. Her bladder let go almost instantly, and a powerful pee stream shot out of her. The stream hit the ground in front of her with a loud splatter, sending golden droplets flying.
“Haaah,” sighed Ibuki, a wave of pleasure flowing over her. It felt so good!
Ibuki leaned back against the rock, pee still flowing out of her at a steady pace.
“Ooh, that’s so much better!” she moaned. The puddle at her feet continued to grow for another minute before her stream began to dry up. The last of Ibuki’s pee dribbled out, and she shook herself dry, then stood up and redressed herself. She wiped off the drops of urine that had sprayed onto her hands using some nearby leaves, and sighed in relief.
Winning that fight felt good, Ibuki thought, but letting out all that pee felt even better!
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Here you go:
Credit: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Luccass/668986/Ibuki |
The light flicked on as the door was slammed shut. A lock clicked and Maxon leaned against the door. My heart was pounding and adrenaline coursed through my veins. After a minute or so Maxon let out a long sigh before taking the two and a half steps to the back wall and sitting on the bench.
"Come sit America." He patted the bench beside him.
I hesitantly came and sat on the hard board. Maxon wrapped his arm around me and we were silent. I looked around the room we found ourselves in. It was about 5 feet deep and 7 feet long. It was mostly empty, save for a shelf against one wall filled with supplies, the bench we were sitting on, and a sink and toilet next to the shelf. There's no way I'll be using that. There wasn't much else I could do, so I leaned against Maxon and thought about how lucky I was to have been with him when the rebels attacked otherwise I don't think I would have made it to the only bunker I knew about.
It felt like it had been forever since we had been locked inside the safe room. There was no way to tell how many hours had passed. It was silent, although there was no way of telling whether that was because of soundproofing or not. Maxon and I had chatted on and off and eaten a small meal. I was glad to be with him, but there was a small problem. I had to pee. Badly. I shifted in my seat. Judging by my inability to sit still I had at most 15 more minutes until I had to relieve myself. I really didn't want to do that in front of Maxon. I gazed longingly at the small toilet next to the sink.
"America? America? What's the matter?"
"Huh?"
"You look pained. What's the matter?"
"Um…" I started. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't admit to him that I needed to relieve myself, but then again I couldn't hold my aching bladder for much longer. "Nothing. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. What's the matter?"
"I told you. Nothing is the matter. I'm just restless is all. When do you think they will come let us out?"
"Hmm, hard to say. Usually everyone gets out within 48 hours but sometimes the guards miss one or two of the more hidden rooms. All the doors open in four days regardless though."
I accidentally whimpered. "America, something is wrong and I need you to tell me what it is."
"Well, if we're in here much longer you'll find out anyway." I took a deep breath. "I have to pee."
"Pee?"
"Yeah. Very badly if I'm being honest."
"So… go. The toilet won't explode you know."
"I can't go with you here! It's embarrassing."
"Oh. I hadn't thought about it like that."
"Yeah. I didn't even want to tell you. It's embarrassing."
"America, you're twisting yourself into a pretzel over there. Just go. I promise I won't look and I'll even plug my ears and sing a song if I have to."
I couldn't hold it for much longer and I definitely didn't want to wet myself so I stood up. "Okay. Just look away please. And don't tell anyone okay?"
"Who would I tell?"
"Promise me please."
"I promise." He looked me in the eyes and then faced the opposite wall.
I lifted up my skirt and sat down on the toilet. I waited and waited for what felt like an eternity. "Hey Maxon?"
"Yes?"
I hesitated, making sure I was fully covered. "Could you come turn the tap on? I can't go with you listening."
"Of course America," He stood up, making an effort not to look at me and quickly turned on the tap before returning to where he was sitting.
I took a deep breath and concentrated on the splashing from the sink, grateful Maxon had turned it on full blast. All of a sudden a more powerful gush of liquid overtook the sound of the faucet. I feel my face getting redder and redder as I sat, sure that Maxon could hear every single drop thundering into the bowl despite the faucet. This was definitely not ladylike. Thankfully my stream slowly died down and then stopped. I was sure I would be sitting on the toilet peeing for ages. Now, where was the toilet paper? I scanned the tiny room and the shelves. Why the hell was the toilet paper all the way up there? I couldn't even reach it if I wasn't squatting on the toilet. "Maxon?" I asked timidly, making sure my legs were pressed together and my dress was covering what it needed to.
"Yeah?"
"I...I can't reach the toilet paper."
He looked over his shoulder at me then quickly panned to the shelves. "That's absurd! Who in their right mind would put it up there?"
"Could you get it for me?"
"Yeah," He scrambled up again, walked over to the shelves, and easily plucked the roll of toilet paper off the top shelf. He handed it to me, looking away.
I thanked him quietly and waited until he sat back down with his back turned to carefully lift my skirt and quickly wipe before standing and flushing. Then I washed my hands and sat at the far end of the bench, away from Maxon. I couldn't bear to sit near him or even look at him. I might as well go home as soon as we're let out because I don't think I'll be able to look that man in the eyes ever again.
The minutes ticked by and at some point Maxon came and silently sat next to me. Still I don't look at him. He put his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. "I'm sorry." Maxon breathed into my ear.
"Pardon?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look, I swear."
"I know."
"So you're not upset with me?"
"No. It was an accident."
"So why won't you look at me?"
I sighed. "I'm just really embarrassed."
"About what? Peeing?"
"Yeah."
"I know this probably won't help but I'm going to say it anyway. You don't need to be embarrassed about a natural function. Everyone does it. I've had to rush out of more than a few overly long meetings." He squeezed my shoulders tightly in a hug.
"Thanks." I breathed.
We descended into silence. It was nice to have Maxon's arm around me and feel his warmth seeping through my clothes. Every so often he would shift and I didn't think too much of it until it started happening more frequently. I turned and looked at him. "Um… Maxon?" Do you have to pee? "Why are you moving so much?"
"Uh… No reason America."
"Is it the same 'no reason' as I gave earlier?" Maxon just looked at me. "Well?"
"Yeah."
"So go. If I didn't need to be embarrassed then neither do you."
"It's different."
"Why?"
"Because you have that dress to keep you covered. I have to um…excuse my language... whip it out when I go."
"So? You face away from me when you do it. I can't see anything. And even if that wasn't true, you didn't watch me so I won't watch you."
"I suppose you're right. I just feel really vulnerable."
"I know." I rubbed his hands which were still clasped tightly around my midsection.
"Okay… America, please let me up."
I shuffled out of the way and he stood up. I slid down the bench so I was not as close to the toilet so as to give him some semblance of privacy. I shut my eyes tightly and waited. The sound of his zipper seemed to echo around the room. Then silence. And more silence. Then it started. I tried not to listen, I really did. It echoed so loudly throughout the room that it was impossible to not hear it. He peed louder than I had which was weirdly relieving. The stream turned into a trickle and then it was just drops until I heard his zipper again. The toilet flushed and I heard him move to the sink and start washing his hands. "You can open your eyes you know," he said, with laughter in his voice.
I opened my eyes, sure I was blushing. He met my gaze on the mirror and smiled before turning to the shelves. "I'm getting tired of sitting on the bench. How about I roll out these sleeping mats and we sit somewhere more comfortable?"
"That sounds good to me."
"Alright then." He took down two rolled mats and then two blankets and finally two pillows. He rolled them out onto the floor opposite the shelves. Then he unfolded the blankets and placed them on top of the mats. Finally, he put the pillows against the wall. "Your bed for the night m'lady." He said gesturing.
"I'm hoping we don't actually need to sleep here," I said, sitting down next to him.
"I could think of worse things than having to curl up with you in my arms."
"Oh, Maxon! You're always so smooth"
"Thank you, I try."
I laughed. We chatted for a while longer, savoring the time we spent embraced.
Finally, Maxon yawned and I followed suit. He stood up. "I think it's time for us to get some sleep." I nodded. He held out his hand and helped me up. "There's a dress here that you could sleep in. I don't imagine you would want to sleep in that, as beautiful as it is," he handed me a folded pile of cloth, "I'm going to...uh… go again, but I won't turn around until you tell me I can," he assured me, his ears and cheeks turning a bit pink.
Maxon turned around and I unfolded the dress. It was very plain and very large, but the fabric felt comfortable enough. I laid it on the bench and went to unzip my dress but found I couldn't reach the zipper. Maxon was peeing so I continued struggling. When it had been silent for a bit I turned. "Maxon?"
"Yes, America?"
"I can't unzip my dress. Will you give me a hand?"
"Of course." Maxon washed his hands and then stood behind me. His fingertips were hot against my skin and I felt electricity buzz as the zipper moved down my back. I almost told him to just take everything off but stopped myself. This had been such an enjoyable time that I didn't want to spoil it by making a fool of myself like I had the night I tried to seduce him. "There you go." Maxon patted me on the back and moved away again.
I looked behind me to make sure he had his back turned before quickly dropping my dress and pulling on the other one. "Okay." I said, turning around. I was swimming in this dress but that was good because I didn't have a bra on and peeing in front of Maxon was as intimate as I wanted to get with him tonight. I didn't think I could deal with any more embarrassment tonight and I may die if Maxon realized I wasn't wearing a bra.
He turned around and smiled. "You look so cute. Sadly there's no toothbrushes or toothpaste so I guess it's just time for bed."
"Okay," I nodded and laid down on the mat nearest the bench. Maxon grabbed a flashlight, set it on the bench, turned out the lights, laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Good night America."
"Good night Maxon."
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When I woke up, Maxon was still fast asleep with his arms around me. It took me a second to realize what had woken me up. But I figured it out when another cramp hit my stomach. Oh God. Not this, please. It's one thing to pee in front of someone but it's another to poop. I didn't poop in front of anyone. I didn't even poop in public restrooms. I definitely couldn't poop in front of a guy I liked. He'd wake up and smell it and I think I would die of embarrassment. Another cramp hit and I almost whimpered. I had to go, there was no way around it. I just couldn't wake Maxon.
I carefully moved his arms off of me, blushing when I realized that my dress had ridden up almost to my hips. It’s a good thing I woke up before Maxon. I carefully crawled out and padded my way to the toilet.
"Merica?" Amazon's sleepy voice caught me just as I was about to pull my panties down.
I cursed him in my head. "Yeah?" I tried to answer without my voice wavering. Like I didn't have a care in the world.
"What are you doing?" He shuffled, as if he was sitting up. Then I heard him grab the flashlight.
"Nothing! It's okay. You don't need to see. Just go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."
"Oh that's okay. I feel well rested anyway. I think I'll just stay up."
"Maxon please go back to sleep." I tried again, but this time I was unable to keep my voice steady.
"Okay. Now I know something is the matter. What's going on America?" A sudden, harsh light illuminated the small space. I couldn't see him, but he definitely could see me. A beat of silence. Then another. Then another. "Oh! I'm sorry America! I didn't realize you were in the process of peeing." The light shut off and I was left with those annoying light spots.
I was debating whether or not to say that I was done, wash my hands and go back to bed in the hopes that Maxon would fall asleep again but then I was hit with another cramp and, to make matters worse, a large fart rang out too. I was utterly frozen in the silence.
"America?" A tentative whisper broke the silence.
"Yes?" I managed to choke out.
"You don't have to pee do you?"
"No." I gasped. My cheeks were wet. I didn't even know when I had started to cry.
There was shuffling. "I put the flashlight back and am currently pressing my pillow to my ears. I'm sorry that's the best I can do."
I didn't know whether I wanted to shrink into a tiny speck of dust or go hug Maxon. Apparently there was a third option because my bowels were going to move no matter what. I hastily pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet, grateful for the darkness. And just like that I started. I swear to God I've never ever had this much inside me. Thankfully the cascade ended and I carefully wiped before quickly flushing, hoping that there wasn't too much of a lingering stink. I washed my hands and then reluctantly went back to the mats.
As I laid down, Maxon took the pillow off of his head. Then he took me by the waist and pulled me into his body. "You know, last night was the best sleep I've gotten in a long time."
"I'm glad." I snuggled into his arms and chest. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
"America, you know there's nothing to be ashamed about. It's natural. Nothing you could ever do in front of me would make me care about you any less."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thank you Maxon." Then I started kissing him.
Edited November 25, 2020 by My_Next_Mistak
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This is the first omo fic I ever wrote(aside from that one chapter I added to another story on here) and I know it's way past Halloween but I just couldn't resist, hope you all like it!
This fic was inspired by one Desperate Jill wrote years ago: https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/20913.html
Amy was very excited to take her two 12-year old daughters Nelly and Kelly trick-or-treating this year, as it would be the last time she could do this with them since next year the girls were entering junior high and both of them had made it clear that they would be too old to go trick-or-treating after that, once the girls went into junior high Amy knew from then on they'd be wearing sexy costumes and going to Halloween parties. She was really going to miss this tradition and was determined to make this the best Halloween night ever for the girls, they were going to hit every house in their neighborhood(unlike most years where they usually just did their block and the next) for candy. The three of them were all dressed as superheroines, with Nelly and Kelly dressed as Supergirl and Power Girl respectively, they both looked good in their red and white skirts(though Amy insisted on the two of them wearing gym shorts underneath them so their underwear wouldn't be exposed in case it got windy) and Amy rounded out the look with her Wonder Woman costume, with her getting pregnant at 16 she was younger then most mothers and she was determined to let people know it, she looked damn good in ther blue shorts with stars on them and her red vest with breastplate that nicely showed off her 34-C breasts. Nelly and Kelly were a bit embarassed by their mom always feeling the need to show off her body, but they knew it made her happy so they went along with it.
It was a gorgeous fall night with a nice breeze and the trio were having a great time trick-or-treating, so far they'd gotten candy from almost every house and their plastic pumpkins were 3/4 quarters full of delicious treats. The few houses they didn't get candy from made up for it by offering them something to drink, with Nelly and Kelly drinking large cups of soda and Amy large cups of Apple Cider. As the night wore on however the three of them soon began to feel pressure in their bladders, they hadn't used the bathroom since lunchtime and it was beginning to get to them. However none of the three wanted to pack it in and go home yet since this was their last time trick-or-treating and they still had yet to hit the sub-divisions with the McMansions that had the best candy, so they decided to press and if worst came to worst ask to use someone's bathroom. So onward they went to the suburbs with the fancy houses, with Nelly and Kelly occasionally using their free hands to reach underneath their skirts to clutch their crotches through their hot-pink nylon shorts and Amy walking with her thighs pressed together. It started out manageable enough but when they were about halfway through the final sub-division it was starting to get bad, so the three of them decided to start asking people if they could use their bathrooms, unfortunately they learned the hard way that this particular neighborhood did not like letting strangers into their homes, giving out candy was one thing, but letting people use their toilets was quite another. One by one each house said no until they were finished with the whole sub-division and their pumpkins were full as were their bladders.
They started weighing their options, none of them wanting to wet themselves tonight, Amy then remembered that her old friend Cathy was having a Halloween party which wasn't too far over. So the three of them waddled over to her house as quickly as they could, their bladders sloshing with pee the whole way there, finally they made it, with Amy getting a jump-scare as she rang the doorbell and letting out a few squirts of pee into her boyshorts. Cathy showed up at the door dressed up as Huntress and looking fine. "So you decided to come to my party after eh"? Cathy said bemusedly, "actually the girls and I really need to use your restroom" Amy said blushing, causing Cathy to give a dissapointed look in response, "but I guess after we can stay a little while after" Amy said in response to the look, causing Cathy to suddenly beem up. "Sure no problem at all!" Cathy said brightly, "there's one bathroom upstairs and one downstairs" she said helpfully. Nelly and Kelly immediately set their pumpkins full of candy down on the living room table and marched through throngs of people in all kinds of costumes in search of the bathrooms, unfortunately both found there were lines for the bathrooms, with Nelly taking the one on the ground floor and Kelly trying the one upstairs.
Amy meanwhile wasn't sure she could possibly wait in line, as she'd had more to drink then her daughters with a large water bottle after her afternoon jog, a big thermos of coffee in the morning and a large tall glass of ice tea for lunch combined with all the drinks she had while trick or treating. So she decided to go down to the basement, hoping there was some dark corner she could pee in unnoticed, she didn't find one but she did notice a load of laundry ready to get washed, Cathy's exercise clothes were in the basket with a pair of black cycling shorts on top. Amy noticed the clothes all appeared to be wet, curious she inspected them and was blown away when the distinct scent of urine wafted from the clothes, she couldn't believe it, Cathy had full-on peed in her clothes, she'd heard rumors about Cathy being into weird fetishes but she'd always dismissed it as gossip, but here was the evidence starring her right in the face. Amy snapped out of her daze as she was hit with another painful urge and realized if she didn't go know she'd soak her shorts, so she quickly got into position over the laundry basket, yanked down her shorts and panties and pissed a glorious release all over Cathy's shorts, she'd never gone this much in her life and it felt sooooo good to let it all out, she was so lost in her own relief that she didn't hear the basement door open and Cathy come down behind her. "hmmm enjoying ourselves are we?" Cathy said jokingly which she nearly made Amy fall over in shock, Amy stammered trying to form complete sentences not knowing how to explain herself, her pee still going all the while. "relax" Cathy said heartily, "it's OK, so you found out my little secret, I like peeing myself for fun, it's a great way to unwind when you're stuck at home doing housework". Amy finally finished peeing and pulled up her shorts and panties and said shakingly "uh thanks". "Anytime!" Cathy said shiningly, "feels pretty good to piss a big release dosen't it?" she asked curiously, Amy turned at least 100 different shades of red and before she could say anything Cathy had reached into her shorts and was stroking her clit, Amy tried to speak but Cathy used her other hand to cover her lips and said sexily "shhhh just let it happen", soon Amy had an explosive orgasm that almost knocked her off her feet and Cathy pulled her in for a deep kiss. Amy had always secretly crushed on women as well, with her sniffing other girls gym shorts after P.E. in high school and masturbating in the showers, but had never actually acted on them with another female until now.
As if possessed, Amy slid her own hand down Cathy's tight leather purple shorts and her silk boxers, quickly finding her clit and rubbing it, soon Cathy was the one moaning in pleasure and orgasming, with cum and pee shooting out of her. "Well that was fun, but I really should get back to the party" Cathy said with a sexy grin, before she left the basement she turned and whispered in Amy's ear in the hottest voice ever "come over tomorrow night". Amy quickly agreed and tried to gather her thoughts, she couldn't believe what had just happened but she had loved every minute, one thing was for sure, she was looking forward to exploring her new fetish with an old friend.
Meanwhile Nelly and Kelly were struggling not to totally flood themselves as the lines moved forward, finally it was their turn only for both of them to be hit with problems. Nelly's bathroom had no toilet paper and she hated sitting down on bare seats in bathrooms other then her own, so she hurriedly looked through the clothes hamper and grabbed a towel, putting it down over the toilet seat and then hurriedly yanking her shorts and panties down and lifting up her skirt to unleash her golden shower, it went on for well over a minute, her longest yet. She found a box of Kleenex and had to use that to wipe up. She then went to put the towel back in the hamper, relieved to have put that whole ordeal behind her. Kelly's bathroom on the other hand was clogged, some joker had tried to flush sugar-free candy down and it had gotten blocked up, but that hadn't stopped others from still pissing in it, it was smelling quite bad by now, Kelly was not going to pee in there no way no how, so with little choice she wandered over to the shower and yanked down her shorts and boxers and let her glorious river flow, which went on for at least a minute or more, relieved she put her clothes back on and turned on the shower to wash the pee down the pain, hoping nobody would know what she did.
Eventually the three made it home after sampling some candy and treats at Cathy's party, with none of them talking about how they relieved themselves, wanting to keep that secret to themselves. Though all three had to admit that holding their pee had been kind of fun and they were looking forward to doing it again. Amy had drank quite a bit of liquor at Cathy's party and was feeling that familiar urge again by the time she'd gotten ready for bed in her silk pajama shorts, but she didn't feel like getting up to go, so she relaxed and slid her hands down her shorts, slowly striking her clit and fucking her pussy and ass with her index fingers before she had the most explosive orgasm of her life with her bladding unleashing a torrent of piss and soaking her shorts and sheets, she then slowly drifted off to sleep, exhausted and happy and looking forward to many more experiences like this in the future. |
I've always wanted to do a Shantae story...
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Day 23: On a boat Shantae +Risky Boots (Shantae)
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Strange times made for strange bedfellows. Shantae, the half-genie guardian of Scuttle Town, was finding out just how true that was. Stripped of her magic powers and menaced by a mysterious evil known as the Pirate Master, she had been forced to team up with her arch-enemy: the busty buccaneer Risky Boots. The two unlikely allies were currently aboard Risky’s ship, the Tinker Tub Mark 2, headed to Saliva Island to seal off one of the Pirate Master’s sources of power.
“Wow,” Shantae marvelled, gazing out from the crow’s nest, “I never realized the ocean was so big!”
“You’ll be shocked to learn that it’s also wet,” snarked Risky. “Now will you get down from there?”
“Okay!” said Shantae, climbing down the ladder. Risky glared at her.
“What are you wearing?” she asked. The answers could have included red satin pants, a skimpy top, and gold jewelery, but Shantae figured that Risky was talking about the skull-adorned bandana on her head.
“Oh, this?” said Shantae. “I found it below deck! There were a ton of neat clothes, but most of them were too… roomy.”
“Stay out of my personal effects!” snapped Risky.
With her previous source of fun extinguished, Shantae turned to making small talk to keep herself entertained.
“Hey Risky?”
“What?”
“Why do you use those Tinkerbat creatures as your crew? Why not people?” Shantae asked.
“They’re easier to manage and they don’t talk back,” said Risky. “Any more stupid questions?”
“Where did you get that sweet skull-shaped top?” asked Shantae. “I think it would look good on me.”
“It’s a long story,” Risky replied. “And no, it wouldn’t.”
Disappointed, Shantae tried to think of another question to sate her boredom. She was mulling over a few ideas when she felt a familiar pressure in her midsection.
“Hey, um, Risky?” she asked, a little embarrassed.
“What now?” sighed Risky.
“Where’s the bathroom on this ship?” Shantae questioned. “I kinda have to go.”
“There is none,” said Risky bluntly. “The Tinker Tub Mark 1 had one, but you blew that ship up. So I’d say you brought this upon yourself.”
“No bathroom?” cried Shantae. “Why? How?”
“Well,” said Risky, “the Tinkerbats don’t exactly have the… equipment that would require one. As for me, I have my ways.”
“Um, what ways would those be?” asked Shantae, crossing her legs. Her desperation was getting worse by the second, and she was sure she’d agree to whatever Risky suggested.
“Not telling,” snapped Risky, turning away. “I’m sorry I even brought it up.”
“Please tell me!” Shantae begged, fidgeting in place. “I’m gonna pee my pants here!”
Risky looked at her and grinned, clearly enjoying her rival’s discomfort.
“Very well,” said the pirate. “But you have to promise you’ll stop bugging me.”
“Will do,” Shantae agreed.
“Okay then. What I do,” said Risky, “is stand up and pee over the side.”
Shantae was silent for a moment.
“What?” she shouted, once she found her voice. “But girls can’t do that! I know I can’t!”
“Seriously?” groaned Risky. “You don’t know how to pee standing up? It’s the most convenient way to pee! In fact, I pee-”
“Stop saying ‘pee’ so much!” cried Shantae, now holding herself, her bladder feeling fuller than ever. “I can’t hold it in much longer!”
“Well,” said Risky, “if you can’t do as I do, then I guess your only option is to wet your pants. What a shame.” Shantae’s face turned red. When she spoke up, it was barely a whisper.
“Teach me.”
“What?” said Risky.
“Teach me,” Shantae repeated. “I don’t wanna wet myself, and it sounds like this is the only way to avoid it. Please, show me how to do it.”
“Are you insane?” Risky yelled. “I’m not about to show you my… my-”
“Please!” Shantae interrupted. “Show me how, or your ship deck’s gonna be covered in half-genie pee! Besides, we have the same parts, don’t we?”
“Fine,” sighed Risky. “Anything to avoid you soiling my ship.”
“Thank you!” cried Shantae.
“Truth be told, I have to go too,” Risky admitted. The two headed over to the side of the ship.
“First thing’s first,” said Risky. “Take off your pants.” She groaned when Shantae hesitated. “Come on, you’re already practically walking around half-naked.”
“You’re one to talk,” said Shantae. She blushed deeply but did what she was told, removing her pants to reveal a wisp of purple hair.
“I guess the carpet matches the drapes,” quipped Risky.
“Please don’t stare,” Shantae whispered, covering herself. She felt a drop of pee leak out and run down her bare leg. “Risky, show me the rest, quick!”
“Okay,” said Risky, taking off her own pants. “Now pay attention. What you do is you take two fingers and make a V-sign.”
“Got it,” said Shantae, copying the movement.
“Now,” said Risky, “take those fingers and spread your… girl bits.”
“Like this?” asked Shantae, spreading open her folds. Risky took a look, and Shantae’s face burned hotter than ever.
“Good enough,” Risky told her. “Now thrust out your hips and pee!”
As Shantae watched, a golden stream flew from between Risky’s legs. It sailed forward in a neat arc before hitting the water several feet below. Seeing this caused Shantae to leak even more, but this time she didn’t try to stop it. Instead, she fully let go. She felt a massive amount of liquid flow through her, then her pee burst out in a chaotic spray that sent drops flying everywhere. It was a lot messier than Risky’s stream and shot out even farther before it lost height, striking the ocean with a loud splashing noise.
“Wow,” Risky commented, her stream now down to a trickle, “that is some impressive distance.”
“Haah… guh…” moaned Shantae. She was so caught up in an overwhelming feeling of relief that she didn’t hear a word the pirate was saying. Emboldened by the success of her standing pee, she pulled her fingers back a bit, causing her stream to shoot even higher.
“Lookit me!” cried Shantae, her brain flooding with pleasure. “I’m peein’ like a guy!”
“Mmm-hm,” said Risky in a bored tone, now fully dressed. “Let me know when you’re done.”
“Okay, but it might be a while!”
Shantae was right; it was a while before her bladder was finally empty. Once the last drop of pee had left her, she put her pants back on and headed over to Risky.
“Thanks for that,” she said cheerfully. “You’re a real life-saver!”
“I couldn’t let you pee all over my ship,” said Risky. “That lesson was as much for my sake as it was for yours.”
“Still, it was super helpful!” said Shantae. Then another question crossed her mind. “Risky?”
“Yes?” the pirate sighed.
“What do you do when you have to go number two?” Shantae asked.
“Oh, I just hold on tight and hang my butt over the side,” said Risky.
“Well that sounds-hey!” shouted Shantae. “Couldn’t you do that to pee too? Couldn’t I have just done that?”
“I guess,” Risky admitted. She grinned. “But wasn’t that more fun?”
“You know,” Shantae realized, “it kinda was!”
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Author's note: This is a male variant of a prior story, They Say She's Got to Go.
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The sun shone brightly over Monster Island, a landmass in the Pacific Ocean that served as the home of Earth's giant humanoid monsters, the kaiju. It was better than allowing their almost-unanimously violent selves to roam free, where they could attack human cities, where they were close to unstoppable, where they had the potential to be the most devastating disaster in a country's history. One would think that taking all that aggression and localizing it in one place was asking for bloodshed, but there was one thing that kept the peace, one solitary wall that stood between monster coexistence and all-out war: Godzilla.
Standing a full 50 meters tall, the nuclear Godzilla held the position of alpha kaiju, the King of the Monsters; no one would dare cross him, lest they find themselves on the receiving end of his atomic breath. Most hadn't even contested the title, not when Godzilla was so threatening at a mere glance. With a purposeful grimace, sharp teeth, large muscles, rock-solid abs visible through his shirt under the right circumstances; even without extraneous muscles, he just looked like a force to be reckoned with. And so, Monster Island became the way it was today, a secluded place where kaiju of all sizes could live without fear of the human military or each other.
But today was not a day for Godzilla to show off or assert dominance. Today, he had chosen to instead sleep on the beach and soak his feet in the gentle waves, letting the sun's heat warm his cold-blooded body. He wore a white shirt under an open black vest, with gray jeans, his dorsal spines stuck into the sand, and his messy black hair served as a cushion between the nape of his neck and the rough granules that made up his bedding, though his tail wouldn't allow him to lie flat to begin with. Even still, this was ideal, this was comfortable, and he wanted nothing more than to have an uneventful nap.
"Hello there! How are you doing today, Godzooky?" But alas, it was not meant to be. That voice immediately roused Godzilla from his slumber, and he had no choice but to open his eyes. Standing on the beach by Godzilla's head, literally hovering over him, was Mothra, poking him with one of the two insectoid appendages extending from behind her lower back. Mothra was a smaller kaiju than Godzilla, measuring up to only 42 meters with an even thinner frame, yet despite that disadvantage, her authority was no less accepted among the monsters. Even in an outfit as elegant as her orange patterned kimono and feather collar, she had a commanding presence that permitted her to even approach Godzilla, and so casually... and to cut off Godzilla's sun with her giant, outstretched wings.
And Godzilla didn't like it. "Call me by that inane pet name again, and you're gonna need another fucking reincarnation," he growled, closing his eyes again in the hopes that slumber would find him once more.
"Oh, Godzilla, what terrible language!" Brushing her kimono down onto her legs, and relaxing the two insect appendages protruding from her waist, Mothra sat down next to Godzilla on the warm sand.
"You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" Groaning, Godzilla pushed himself up, taking a sitting position next to Mothra.
Something about getting under Godzilla's skin made Mothra smile, as it always did. Even though she was the smaller of the two, she reached up and started patting Godzilla on the head, in the most patronizing way she possibly could. "Gotta make sure you're behaving yourself. Can't have you going on a rampage under my nose."
Godzilla slapped Mothra's hand away, growling all the while. "You're so damn condescending. It pisses me off!"
"Aw, come on," Mothra chirped, seemingly confirming the criticism by playfully nuzzling her head against Godzilla's shoulder. "You can't tell me you don't like having me around." Godzilla got ready to argue that, how everyone else was annoying and he was a loner, but he wasn't a liar. Secretly, he appreciated Mothra's company, even if he'd never say it out loud. Mothra would never stop teasing him if he showed that kind of sentimentality. "You're not even going to ask about the research Dr. Serizawa was doing with me," she conitnued.
"Dr. who?"
"Serizawa. The man with Monarch that's doing the most to study us, understand us and help the rest of the humans to understand us too."
"Oh, that guy. Listen, there's so many humans out there, I really can't be expected to remember any of their names."
"You really should try to be nicer to humans, Godzilla. They're already scared of you because of your...penchant for collateral damage."
"Listen, I'm big, and I can't fly over all their structures. A little damage is inevitable."
"Mhm, and what about that big bridge you tore through?"
"Hey, they started shooting at me first!"
"But I think they can learn to love you if you show them just a little more respect."
"What, and have them start worshiping me? Making journeys to see me, never getting out of my damn way, singing at me while I'm trying to sleep? No thanks. It's not like I hate them, but I don't know how you can stand being so nice to them." Mothra opened her mouth, ready to defend humanity, but she was interrupted by a piercing roar crossing the oceans. Not just because it was a loud noise, but merely hearing the bellow sent Godzilla into a frenzy. He jumped to his feet, eyes widened and pupils shrunken, teeth bared, and he let out an earth-shaking roar all his own. "And now they're using that damn ORCA's alpha roar again! I hate that fucking sound!" Godzilla had never gotten along with the ORCA, a human supersonic machine that attempted to talk to kaiju with various animalistic commands.
Mothra, who didn't have the same violent reaction to the alpha challenge, pieced something else together. "No, they've exposed me to a lot of different ORCA sounds, and that's not it. There's another monster in Japan, a new one. I'm sure of it. And I don't think I like the sound of it." Mothra spread her giant wings and lifted into the air, blowing sand all around from the massive flaps, hovering over the water.
Likewise, Godzilla brushed his pants down, scraping off the sticking sand. "And I don't like the sound of someone else parading around like they're the big game! I'll teach them a lesson and make them know their place!" He began cracking his knuckles and flexing his muscles, following that up by extending his legs out and stretching.
That's when he noticed a little ache beneath his abs, a small need he had ignored in his sleep. Or maybe it was a bit more serious than that, judging by the intensity emanating from the area, to the point it was worth noticing. Godzilla had intended to spend the day asleep, so to ensure he wouldn't need to wake up for meals, he had filled up prior on a lot of fish and water. Nature had clearly taken its course inside his giant body, so while his stomach no longer felt full, his bladder right below it certainly did.
Should really take a piss before we go, this is just irritating. Godzilla was about to ask for a few minutes before departing so he could drain the overgrown lizard, but another thought got in the way before he could open his mouth. But Hedorah's been dumping his shit over there, and I really don't want to deal with that smell. And I wanna show that monster who's boss right now. He mulled it over for a second, trying to estimate how long it would be until he returned to the island were he to leave, and if he would be okay for that extent of time.
The thinking was slow-going. Godzilla was not usually known for intricate intelligence, so the extended period of nothing but silence left Mothra confused. "Godzilla? Aren't you coming?"
Yeah, I can hold it. I'd be pathetic if I couldn't. "I'm always ready to kick some monster ass!" With a running start, Godzilla dove into the water and began swimming at high speed towards Japan, with Mothra flying close behind, both braced for a great monster battle.
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"Report from the JSDF has come in," Dr. Ilene Chen announced through the command room of Monarch, the world's leading kaiju researchers, stationed in a large sea vessel off the Port of Tokyo. "The evacuation of Tokyo is complete, and they're willing to wait for our next move."
Dr. Ishiro Serizawa leaned onto the railing blocking off the bridge window overlooking the city. "Generous of the military to leave the situation in our hands when we don't have a card to play. I take it their tools are still incomplete?"
"No sign of projects Kiryu, MOGUERA, or Jaguar being deployed," Sam Coleman reported. "I take it we're throwing ourselves at the mercy of the kaiju once again?"
"Gojira shall keep the balance of the world," Serizawa insisted, referring to Godzilla in his native Japanese tongue, while watching the monster of the day trample through Tokyo. "Of course, that requires she show up first."
As this new kaiju emerged from behind a tall skyscraper, it became clear how outmatched Monarch would be if they entered the battlefield. Standing a slender 60 meters tall was the giant redheaded monster, with a scaly tail topped with an orange fin, much like the ones on his ears and the webbing between his fingers, dressed lightly in red, black-dotted swim trunks. And worst of all, despite Monarch's extensive kaiju records, nothing of this monster appeared in their files, leaving them blind.
Until something suddenly popped up on the screens of their control deck, a result of someone hacking the devices. Humans that shunned Dr. Mafune, you shall soon meet the fate you simpleminded fools deserve. For Titanosaurus, prehistoric creature of the sea, shall show you the power you mocked so long ago.
Silence fell over the members of Monarch as they read the villainous motivation essay given so graciously to them. Only Rick Stanton had a relevant comment. "Guess that saves us the trouble of naming it, doesn't it?"
Vivienne Graham, Serizawa's right hand woman, turned to the doctor. "Dr. Mafune? It couldn't mean...Dr. Shinzo Mafune?"
"Friend of yours," Sam asked.
"I think kaiju types just gravitate towards each other," Rick added. "There'd be no other way to staff an organization like ours."
"Dr. Mafune was an old proponent of the existence of kaiju, in the era of my father," Serizawa explained. "However, this was before creatures like Gojira truly surfaced, and public knowledge of the kaiju was a closely-guarded secret. Because he could never provide solid proof of his findings, he was shunned from the scientific community, and hasn't been heard from since. Perhaps now, his discovery has become the instrument of his revenge."
Suddenly, their ship began undulating, quickly enough that those standing had to put a hand on something to balance themselves. At first, everyone looked at Titanosaurus, worried he had begun his destruction, only to find the monster still trampling aimlessly around the roads. With that out of the question, they instead turned out to the ocean horizon opposite Titanosaurus, and there laid the explanation for the unusual waves. "It's Mothra," Ilene exclaimed, watching as the majestic winged monster flew towards Tokyo, causing ripples on the water's surface with each flap.
And rising from the depths, gallons of seawater streaming down his body, white shirt turning transparent as if the world wanted to show his physique, was the king ready to defend his title, a sight that made Serizawa smile. "And Gojira." He turned back to his team, extending an arm with a commanding posture. "This is not simply Gojira's fight! Get in contact with Captain Douglas Gordon, and tell him to begin a search for Dr. Mafune!"
The two kaiju reached land soon enough, after Mothra flew ahead and reached down to help pull Godzilla up out of the harbor. They locked eyes with Titanosaurus, who had stopped all rampaging in Godzilla's presence, and was tensing, breathing heavy, and readying himself.
Godzilla stayed lax, though still angry, and belted a loud roar that shattered the glass of the nearby buildings.
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"Godzilla, please don't do that while I'm standing next to you," Mothra complained, covering her ears.
"Toughen up. We got a fight coming, though it's looking like it's not gonna be much of a battle." A cocky, toothy smirk spread across Godzilla's face.
Titanosaurus found it occasion to laugh as well, with just as much confidence. "Hahahaha! I have been-"
Godzilla interrupted. "Agh, you've got the most annoying laugh I've ever heard!"
"Quiet! Life evolved from the ocean, and as a creature of the depths, I stand atop the monsters of this world! I shall be alpha over all, land or sea!"
Titanosaurus' boast elicited no reaction, not initially. Then, Godzilla began chuckling, pretty lightly, at least until it ramped up into a hearty guffaw, doubling him over, supporting himself with his hands on his knees. "You? Yeah, you've got height, but you're built like a skeleton! By all means, take the alpha title from the king, you can see how much of a dumbass you are from the ground when we're done with you!"
Mothra stepped forward, sneaking around Godzilla's stocky frame to stand beside him. "I'm not quite so crude in my declarations, but I will not stand for any who take out their aggressions on the human populace."
Titanosaurus held his arms in front of his face in a fighting pose, and Mothra followed suit in a wider stance, her insectoid appendages repeatedly poking at the air in front of her in a menacing fashion. A long, uncomfortable silence followed as the two waited for the other to make the first move.
All the while, Godzilla was watching, tapping his foot. Get started any time... Kinda wanted to finish this quickly... True, he wanted to get back to Monster Island to resume his nap, but that was far from the only, or the most prominent, reason for wanting this over and done with. In truth, Godzilla's need to urinate had only grown stronger – much stronger – in the hours between Monster Island and Tokyo.
In his many, many years of existence, it seemed Godzilla had never quite gotten the hang of telling just how much of a problem his bladder would become. He had felt the fluids inside increasing the entire swim here, not helped by the extra seawater he swallowed on the way, and now he was carrying an ocean of his own. And of course he hadn't released a yellow cloud through the Pacific. I really don't want to deal with Ebirah's wrath now...
All that added up to one very, very desperate kaiju in Tokyo. And with Mothra and Titanosaurus still in their pre-fight stalemate, Godzilla's patience had run out. "Enough waiting around, I'm going!" He charged forward with his fist clenched and wound back before anyone could react, springing forward and delivering a furious punch with the force of a rocket.
A punch that found nothing but air as its target. Titanosaurus sidestepped at the last moment, the wind from the failed punch blowing his hair around. Despite the fact that a hit like that could have taken his head off had it connected, Titanosaurus recovered without delay, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Godzilla's, applying downward force, turning Godzilla's momentum against him, flipping him, sending him tumbling forward, landing face first on the pavement with the force of an earthquake. With nothing but concrete in his eyes, he didn't even see Mothra take the opening and fly forward like a missile to tackle Titanosaurus down a dozen blocks.
Not that Godzilla wasn't used to a few hard knocks, but the force of this impact on his stomach area was plenty strong enough that it still shook something up, and even his rock-hard abs couldn't perfectly shield his bladder from the shock. "Agh!" Scrambling to get back up on one knee, legs trembling, Godzilla clutched his abdomen with one hand, cupped around a protrusion that would not normally be there. "Argh, I can feel it bulging through here! Can't believe I need to take this bad a piss now..."
Some part of him entertained the prospect of eliminating this problem at its root, whipping it out, and just taking his leak now. Why shouldn't I? It's annoying, just let it out and I won't have to think about it! That's when he heard another Titanosaurus roar from behind a building, and he had his answer. "No, I'm not doing that until this loser is bruised and busted!" I will not be looked down upon as the monster who needed to empty his bladder during a fight! With a sense of renewed determination, and a modest respect for his delicate condition, Godzilla charged towards the source of the shout, with one more reason to hold off and hold it in echoing in his mind. And I'm not pulling that thing out in front of Mothra!
As soon as he turned the corner, he was whacked back down on his ass by a giant moth landing on him. He wrapped his arms around Mothra's waist as they collided, just stopping the two from sliding back into the harbor. "Hey, watch where you're flying!"
"Thanks for the catch, Godzilla. This Titanosaurus is a lot more skilled than I expected. We'll need to come up with a plan-"
"I'm pounding this guy's shit in, right now!" Tossing Mothra off to the side, Godzilla ran straight for his opponent again, roaring throughout the entire approach.
Godzilla was known for a lot of things, but speed was not one of them. With the charge starting a fair distance away from Titanosaurus, and a scream that would give him away halfway across the country, Titanosaurus had time to prepare a counterattack. He had ample time to dodge, but instead planted his webbed feet and stood his ground. Just as Godzilla started to mock him for even attempting to compete in a contest of muscles, the intention was made clear. Right before Godzilla could connect a punch, Titanosaurus swiftly raised his knee, straight into the alpha's stomach, stopping him in his tracks and knocking the breath right out of his lungs.
And of course, it wasn't just his stomach that took the punishment. He knows exactly what he's fucking doing, aiming there! He's dead! ...as soon as I can move. Again, Godzilla doubled over, gasping for breath and grabbing his stomach, putting him in the perfect position for Titanosaurus to raise his other knee and nail Godzilla in the jaw, sending him tumbling onto his back. Again.
"Is this all the power the great king can muster," Titanosaurus laughed, raising a fist into the sky, blocking out the sun, pointed downwards and ready to pound down. "Perhaps now you understand the true horrors of the deep!" Godzilla could hardly look up at the impending attack, with the sun's bright rays shining from behind the clenched hand, between the fingers, and off the glass windows directly behind, but he knew he would soon be taking the brunt of it. He was on his back, too heavy to roll out of the way, a little stiff from bursting desperation, he would just need to suck it up and take it like the man he was.
However, the ground-bound punch never touched down, intercepted by a glob of sticky white silk, binding Titanosaurus's hand to the skyscraper with gluey webbing. Mothra, wiping residue from her mouth with her sleeve, rushed to Godzilla's aid and pulled him to his feet. "Godzilla, be careful! You're causing a lot of damage to the city!"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Mothra, nice of you to worry," Godzilla mumbled, brushing dirt and debris out of his hair. "Good work pinning this guy down. Now I can finish this!" Approaching his aquatic adversary, Godzilla raised his own hand in much the same way Titanosaurus had, tensing his muscles and baring his fangs, ready to thrust the fist forward and end this charade, before his bursting bladder could decide first.
However, Titanosaurus wasn't out of the game yet. With only one arm bound, he remained able to pivot around, turning his back to the other kaiju, presenting his finned tail. And Godzilla didn't like that. "What kind of a last-ditch survival effort is this?! You think showing your tail is gonna save your skin from me?! Why do you think that would work?!" Shaking with anger, Godzilla wound his fist even further back, ready to deliver the punch of a lifetime.
That was when he locked up. It was like a huge punch to the gut, from inside his gut, immobilized him and froze him like he was encased in a glacier of thick, solid ice. With every breath he took, he could feel a massive wave of hot piss pounding and slamming against the walls of his bladder, if there even was an ounce of room for the urine to slosh around. You're fucking kidding me! I am going to explode if this bastard doesn't go down soon! Just...need to...hold...it!
As Godzilla trembled in place, making no outwards movements to give away his intense desperation, Titanosaurus took the sudden opening with a confident smirk. Swinging his tail from side to side, with real power behind each swish, the fin began kicking up a gust of gale force winds directed straight at the monsters. Hovering in the air, Mothra had the worst of it, sent tumbling and spinning far away from the site. Godzilla, with solid footing and high mass, wasn't impacted by the cyclone nearly as heavily. Meaning he was only knocked backwards, sliding back down the road.
And the landing was not kind to Godzilla, or his bladder. "Agah! Shit, ow!" Every animalistic instinct in his body screamed to grab his crotch and cross his legs like a vice with his male parts squeezed between, pleading that it was necessary to avoid what would surely be a gargantuan flood were he to instead allow nature to run its course. Instead, the proud Godzilla couldn't bear to tarnish his dignity with such a demeaning act, and refused to hold himself in any form, in even the slightest capacity. Of course, there was already only so much resisting he could do, and he did squirm endlessly as he lay, rubbing his knees against one another as they towered above the rest of his body, thrusting his groin upwards in the throes of agony.
With significant struggling of his own, of an entirely different variety, Titanosaurus freed his stuck hand, even if it was only accomplished through ripping a chunk of the building off, webbing and all. "Hahahaha!" Slamming the hand against the steel frame of the building multiple times, shattering any glass and support beams nearby, he finally freed the appendage, stretching his fingers out now that they could breathe. "It was a good attempt, 'king', but clearly, you're just not up to the challenge."
"Damn it! Laugh it up, fish face, it's the last time you'll get to smile with all your teeth intact!" Forcing his bottom half to stop spasming and stay still, Godzilla strained to lift himself and stand back up, feeling the two tons of pee stored in his bladder fall victim to gravity's downward pull, seemingly doubling its weight in the new position. At the same time, Mothra had recovered and returned, scratched up but no less determined, both kaiju on the ropes.
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"Captain Gordon says Dr. Mafune has been found and is in custody," Ilene reported.
Serizawa nodded. "Now if only he could tell us how to stop the monster he unleashed. This isn't turning out to be the decisive victory for Gojira I had anticipated."
"Yeah, why is he struggling so much," Vivienne questioned, turning to face the doctor.
"It's unbelievable that the ones who defeated King Ghidorah would have so much trouble with a normal kaiju," Serizawa concurred. "Perhaps another factor is affecting Gojira's performance."
A silence swept over the Monarch command room as everyone thought what could possibly hamper something as vast as Godzilla's power, and, when no one could offer anything (or at least anything realistic), the crew instead elected to continue to watch the battle through the windows. There wasn't much point, however, as the story stayed the same: Godzilla charging forward blindly, having every attack turned against him by Titanosaurus, and Mothra getting knocked away in one form or another. It was hardly a pretty sight.
However, looking wasn't a total waste. "Wait, does anyone else see something on Titanosaurus's neck?" Sam pointed, everyone else focused on that, and sure enough, something glistened in the sunlight, reflecting off a tiny silver protrusion stuck in the back of the kaiju's collar.
It didn't take long for Vivienne to come up with a theory. "It couldn't be...could Dr. Mafune have constructed something similar to our Project T?"
"Wait, Project T," Rick questioned. "That mind-control thing that we scrapped super long ago?"
Serizawa shook his head, slowly and somberly. "It was arrogant to think man could control the monsters, as if they could ever submit to our whims. However, Dr. Mafune's hubris may work in our favor. If we can communicate this with Gojira, he can aim for it and end the battle quickly."
Sam threw his arms in the air, exasperated. "Yeah, and how do you propose we do that? We can't exactly just strike up a conversation with the guy."
Ilene snapped her fingers in realization. "The ORCA! We might be able to send a message to the kaiju."
"That may be the only chance, but it's not going to be precise," Vivienne cautioned. "The ORCA can only produce certain, general sounds, so we'll need to hope that Godzilla and Mothra can decipher it and guess our intent."
"Do it. I have faith in Gojira." Still, Serizawa looked out the window, watching the melee nervously as the new onboard ORCA booted up. "Why do you struggle so much, Gojira?"
It was only then that Godzilla's predicament became apparent. After being knocked back once again, the kaiju slammed his legs together and rubbed them against one another, with the speed and friction to start a fire, all while Mothra was keeping Titanosaurus busy. Suddenly, everything clicked in Serizawa's mind. "Oh no."
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"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! That is fucking it! I'm ending this now!" To say that Godzilla had run out of patience was an understatement; his patience had packed its bags and run off to America. Not just because Titanosaurus was annoying, but because his bladder was beyond stretched out with urine. Its walls were practically splitting at the internal pressure, filled up as far as it could physically go, backed up to his kidneys, where the situation and agony were much the same. Frankly, the fact that he hadn't spouted a fountain in his pants long ago was incredible, not to mention the fortitude required to resist springing even the slightest leak.
He wasn't about to push his luck, however, and wanted this over with immediately. Taking a power stance, with his feet spread shoulder width apart, a position he really did not want to adopt for obvious reasons, he took a deep breath and focused his energy, what little he could spare from the endless fight in his bladder. Starting from the bottom, his dorsal spines began emitting a blue glow, igniting upwards at increasing speed, each shining plate creating a higher tone until it reached the top. Godzilla opened his mouth, now with bright blue shooting from the back of his throat. This was the prelude to his signature attack: the atomic breath.
Hovering off on the side, Mothra saw it coming, and something about it freaked her out. "No, Godzilla, don't!"
But it was too late to abort, and a plume of blue radioactive energy jetted from Godzilla's mouth, lighting up the daytime sky with its sheer brightness. And it moved so quickly that Titanosaurus, who had no idea what to expect, couldn't possibly avoid the attack, instead taking the blast head-on. The impact was strong enough to kick up a cloud of dust and debris large enough to completely envelop the kaiju in smoke.
Once Titanosaurus was obscured, Mothra rushed up to Godzilla, grabbing him by the shoulders and wrapping her insectoid legs around Godzilla's torso like it could actually restrain him for more than a second. "Why did you keep attacking him?!"
"Because he's our enemy, dipshit! He was attacking us, in case you forgot!"
"But don't you hear that?"
"Now's hardly the time for careful listening!" How could he possibly pay attention to anything, when his own body was causing him a world of hurt, one that needed the utmost concentration to not "take care of itself"?
"Just listen!" Since it was clear that Mothra wasn't going to shut up about it, Godzilla stopped fighting back and opened his ears for whatever it was she was talking about. He heard the wind blowing, he definitely heard the crashing waves, nothing out of the ordinary and definitely nothing worth getting on his case about.
Then, he heard it, a high-pitched whining coming from the water, repeating one word over and over: "Friend. Friend. Friend."
To say that awakened Godzilla's fury would be a dire understatement. "Really?! They think now is a good time to use that damn ORCA?! I'm a little too busy to be having a leisurely chat!"
"No, don't you get it, Godzilla?" No, I'm kinda fucking distracted right now! Do you have any idea how much molten piss I'm still holding in?! "They're telling us 'friend' for a reason, it has to be important somehow."
"Alright, what's your point?" At this point, Godzilla was speaking through clenched teeth, holding back an urge to punch Mothra about half as strong as his urge to pee, tapping his foot hard enough to crack the asphalt street. Not out of impatience, but as the best imitation he could do of a full-blown potty dance without completely demeaning himself.
"I think they're trying to tell us that Titanosaurus isn't our enemy. Maybe there's something about him that we missed. And you might have just blasted him to Planet X!"
Perhaps just to discredit Mothra, the obstructing cloud suddenly dissipated, revealing a still-standing Titanosaurus, no worse for wear, aside from maybe a few singed edges on his swimsuit. However, the maybe-not-evil kaiju was no longer focused on his opponents, instead clutching the sides of his head as he screamed and writhed in agony. "Stop that infernal noise! Stop it!"
Mothra recovered her composure in no time and released her friend, jumping from worried to ready. "You see that thing on his neck? It must be causing him to act out in ways that he normally wouldn't!"
Even with a brain swimming in pee, Godzilla got the message. "So smash that thing and we're done. About damn time!"
"We've got an opening while he's writhing in pain, I'll distract him and hold him down, you go in for the final hit." Without waiting for any form of confirmation, Mothra flew ahead and tackled Titanosaurus, wrapping every one of her limbs around the kaiju and smothering him with her "twins".
Finally...I can finally end this shit, and take a pi...a pi...a piAAAAAHHHHH I'M GOING TO PISS MYSELF HERE! Godzilla's joints all locked up as he entered a silent frenzy, nerves all freaking out as his bladder spasmed in yet another desperate attempt to void its contents. His only movement was a brief separation of the thighs, in order to slide his member between them and keep the pipe closed. His cheeks began glowing red from the strain, sweating out heat enough to cause a meltdown. I'm not going to make this one!
All the while, Titanosaurus was finally regaining his bearings, now fully aware of the giant hug of sorts he was on the receiving end of. "H-hey, get off me, bug!" He started whipping her torso around, creating as many sudden, jerky movements as he could without falling over from the constantly changing center of gravity.
With each shake, Mothra felt her fingers slipping. "Godzilla! Hurry up and act! Now!"
"Damn it...DAMN IT!" I will not lose it here, not with a fight left unfinished! I will not piss myself, not ever! Godzilla forced himself to take a step forward, like he was shaking off paralysis. Though it was a short step, the instant his legs separated, his bladder practically leapt for joy at the prospect that it had an open path to jet its contents straight through, and he could feel a certain part twitch inside his pants in anticipation. I said NO! Hold it! I! WILL! HOLD IT!
Each step repeated the same demand from his bladder and the same reprimand from his brain, but as he loosened up, each stride lengthened, until he was in as much of a run as a man of his size could expect to leisurely reach, a not-unimpressive feat for someone doubling his body weight in pure urine. Of course, the insane amount of pain inherent to every single movement did not lessen in the slightest; if anything, it was exponentially getting worse, until it felt like he was being ripped in half at the stomach.
Finally, Titanosaurus got a solid hold of Mothra at the waist, ripping the winged kaiju off and throwing her away, off to the side. Truthfully, even without his face being buried in those pillows, he was now blushing quite a lot. And as soon as his vision was not blocked by moth boobies, he instead got an eyeful of a charging, pissed off Godzilla, tightly clenched right fist held back and eager to shoot forward. This time, Titanosaurus's superior speed would be insufficient for the reactions necessary to avoid this one, and looking at Godzilla's furious expression, he knew it was going to hurt. His only option: close his eyes tightly and brace for what would surely be enough pain that he'd wish it killed him.
"You're finished!" Rocketing his punch forward in a curved trajectory, Godzilla tossed a right hook, aimed squarely at the silver node, stopping just short of Titanosaurus's neck, who was too preoccupied cowering to defend it. And no matter the engineering prowess that went into constructing the device, once it had to stand up to the iron knuckles of the King of the Monsters, its fate was sealed. The metal housing broke apart at the seams and the internal components shattered with sparking light.
Now that most of the device was no more, the effect it had on Titanosaurus was immediate. Once the crackling electricity had ceased flowing through the circuits, Titanosaurus's eyes went wide, he forced a few choking noises from the back of his throat, and he took several steps back in shock. His pupils shrank seconds later and he began full-out screaming once more. Not from pain this time, but from coming back to his senses, and his first sight being an enraged Godzilla mere meters from his face. "G-G-G-Godzilla!"
Titanosaurus had no idea how he ended up in Tokyo, the last thing he remembered was a submarine approaching him in the ocean depths, but he had a feeling that now was not the time for questions. Whatever he had done in his blackout haze had made Godzilla and Mothra very angry, and suddenly saying he was back to normal didn't seem like it would save him from their wrath. Especially with all the broken chunks of city at his feet. Instead of trying to explain himself, he made the wise decision to turn tail and run for the nearby ocean, submerging and swimming as far away as he could before anyone could catch up.
Not that he would know, but his fear of pursuit was unfounded, as an eerie silence overtook the city in the absence of battle. No one moved, as if they were in disbelief that it was all over now. For a minute, all there was to hear was the breezy winds, the crashing waves made all the more erratic by a retreating Titanosaurus, and the ragged breathing of all kaiju involved.
The first to make a move was Mothra, gently flapping her way closer to her friend. "Well done, Big G. See, doesn't it feel better to win a fight without killing anyone and without destroying a city?" She looked at the state of Tokyo now that the dust had settled. "I mean, without completely destroying a city?" Godzilla didn't respond, didn't look her way, didn't even relax from a battle stance. "Um, Godzilla? It's over. You can calm down now." She poked the larger kaiju's side a few times with her insect appendage to get his attention.
Godzilla had been frozen in place as soon as he no longer had a reason to move, whatever was necessary to conserve energy and funnel it all towards his bladder. Maybe, just maybe, if he could hold on a little longer, his bladder would finally get the message and double down on not peeing, at least long enough to get somewhere more suitable to let the dam burst. That was when, totally unintentionally, Mothra poked directly at his left kidney. A swollen kidney filled to the brim with boiling hot urine, and as soon as one of the walls caved inwards, the displaced fluids had no choice but to move downwards into his bladder. A bloated bladder also filled to the brim, so when a new rush of pee forced its way down, it would have nowhere to go but straight down the final pipe to the outside world.
He caught a lucky break this time, his bladder was able to stretch just the tiniest bit to accommodate this addition, but with the extremely clear caveat that, yes, this was his absolutely, all-encompassing, final limit. He was filled to the gills, one more singular drop, and he would explode. No other thought could send the alpha into such a panic. Piss piss piss piss pisspisspissPISSPISSPISSPISSPISSPISS! I GOTTA PISS RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!!
And he was more than ready to pull out his monster and take his massive leak right where he stood, make his mark on dry land with an intense golden flood crashing down and sweeping away everything in the city not bolted down securely as it washed across every street. He tried his hardest not to picture it, lest he follow suit before actually being ready, but Godzilla practically started drooling at the prospect. Yes, it would be a mess. An enormous, destructive, blissful mess.
Yes, finally! I can finally fucking go! He had already begun moving his hand over his crotch to yank down the zipper, chomping at the bit for the opportunity to take this long-awaited whiz, one that had been building and mounting for hours upon hours of suffering that he had to simply bear, even as it threatened to be his undoing. Letting it loose would be one of the most euphoric feelings of his life.
Yet, even as he braced to release a gushing torrent powerful enough to knock him backwards, there was still one obstacle rearing its ugly head, one objection from his usually quiet conscience, heard over the deafening roar of his bladder: this was a populated city. The fallout from emptying his bodily fluids all across it would be devastating, and the evacuated humans would spend months cleaning up upon their return. Tokyo might always have that lingering smell of kaiju pee. Better them than me! Godzilla was not exactly the sort that cared about the damage he caused to those he didn't know, and especially those he probably wouldn't see again. It's their fault for living in the city where I'm gonna burst wide open!
...but...Mothra's here... Godzilla had very few things that could give him pause, but there was one line he wouldn't cross: he wouldn't expose himself, not in front of Mothra. Needing to take a piss with his guy friends was one thing, he had nothing to hide that they didn't also have. Mothra was a different story, for obvious reasons, and he had every reason to not want a woman seeing his junk. Plus, maybe Godzilla just didn't want to make Mothra angry by destroying a city.
Which put him right back at his initial problem. Shit! Find a place to piss, find a place to piss, I AM GOING TO BLOW IF I CAN'T PISS RIGHT NOW! Like it or not, Godzilla just didn't have the strength in his exhausted abdominal muscles to make it anywhere else, anywhere he could get privacy. He was going to destroy Tokyo one way or another, whether he unleashed his pee directly onto it or it went through his pants first to do so. At least Titanosaurus swam away, so he isn't going to see this.
Titanosaurus! Swam away! Water! Harbor! He had now lost the mental capacity to even think full sentences, he could barely think real words after feeling a squirt of pee worm its way into his urethra, a harbinger of the flood to come. It was all too obvious, he had mere seconds to make it to the nearby ocean before he turned the city into little more than an extension of the harbor's waters.
"Godzilla? Is something wrong?" With all that panic and planning happening inside Godzilla's head, Mothra was left in the dark and currently none the wiser, an ignorance that could not continue for long. But she got her rude awakening once an adrenaline-fueled Godzilla snapped back into action, bolting and barreling straight through Mothra in a mad dash to the ocean, who almost fell straight through another building in her tumble, only stopped by her quick reflexes and flapping wings keeping her aloft.
Knocked so far back that she was nearly laying down as she hovered, Mothra could only watch as Godzilla reached the harbor's edge, not even stopping for a second before jumping into the water, with his knees held close to his chest like a cannonball; notably, his legs were still close together. Of course, someone of his mass landing in the harbor caused tall waves to form, high enough to overtake the border and seep onto the roads above. The few boats still moored at the docks flipped when their ropes weren't enough to allow safe passage over the wall of water.
Godzilla was already wreaking a bit of havoc, but he couldn't care less. He wasn't facing the city, he was knee-deep in the ocean, with the cold water chilling his calves through his clothes, prompting his bladder to finally give out with the intention of thoroughly soaking his pants as well. With speed previously unseen from the lumbering kaiju, he shoved his zipper down so violently that the metal tag almost ripped straight off its slider, reached his right hand into the gap, and fiercely yanked out his penis between his fingers and aimed it at a slight upward angle, the tip dripping as it breathed in the open air. It was a quick process when Godzilla was not in the habit of wearing underwear.
It was immediate. The nanosecond it would not drench his pants, a gushing torrent of bright yellow urine burst forth, bigger and stronger than a fire hose, a focused laser of golden water with all the power of a kaiju behind it. Forced out by his tired, but still incredible, muscles, the jet flew over a dozen meters forward before it lost any significant height, widening from a concentrated stream to a localized typhoon rainfall by the time it collided with the salt water below, creating a din that could have seriously been mistaken for a waterfall by an uninformed listener.
Each individual point of impact birthed a hundred small bubbles every second on the surface of the water, merging together into a frothy coating that grew and spread faster and faster, until there was more foam than clear water in the general area. Not that the water was especially clear anymore, either, being heavily discolored in a dirty cloud that mixed with the natural blue and dyed the water a sickly green shade, before the sheer thickness of the invading pee overtook the original color and turned it all yellow. The constant force of the downpour made the water ripple up and down, lapping up against Godzilla's legs and the boats alike. The kaiju piss, exposed to Godzilla's body heat for hours, had accumulated such a temperature that it emitted a haze of steam as soon as it met the cold ocean.
As the fog rose higher, Godzilla discovered that he was standing downwind, and a light breeze blew the cloud straight past his nose. And Godzilla took very pungent-smelling pees. This was a basic fact that he had known forever, each time he did some much-needed watering on land, an overwhelming stench would soon fill his nostrils. He had come to expect this and brace for it, but nothing could have prepared him for the repugnant odor he breathed in this time. While his right hand was totally occupied aiming his rod, his left hand was able to reach up and pinch his nostrils closed, whatever would save him from the stench. It was bitter, it was vile, and it smelled more like Hedorah than he wanted to admit he was capable of matching.
And that was hardly the only unpleasant part of this whole ordeal's resolution. This was, no question, the worst he had ever needed to pee, the walls of both his bladder and kidneys felt like they had cracked under the strain and continued to emanate a pain like they were still being stabbed by hundreds of small needles. If he were anything less than the alpha, it could have caused serious internal damage. He had forced his poor body to pipe down and hold it for so long, with such a demanding authority, that he had all but reached the point where he would have been unable to release until he exploded, in a twisted interpretation of his wishes to stay dry.
As such, there was no relief to be found in this act of relieving himself. While it took no effort to pee, not even at this power level, there was still this sensation that something was trying to hold it back, and his hot pee screaming past those muscles fighting a futile battle was horrible. His inner passages burned like his skin would after being scraped across any rough surface, except it never reached the lingering pain part and instead continually renewed itself. Godzilla couldn't find even the slightest bit of pleasure in this, and he wanted that to be known. He roared in anger only seconds after starting, especially loud so he could be heard over his overwhelming piss, and even when he was silent, he had a scowl splayed across his face and a clear expression of dissatisfaction as his eyes forced themselves shut and his mouth hung open, panting from fatigue.
All the while, Mothra watched from the sidelines, hands over her mouth. "Godzilla..." There was no question why Godzilla had only just made it to the harbor before he started going: he physically couldn't have made it any farther. The only modesty he could manage was facing away from Mothra, which was just a natural result of him running away to get into the water, meaning that all she could see was a few splashes shooting off from the crash site, though her ears got the full picture. It wasn't hard for her to imagine the agony Godzilla had gone through holding his bladder even this long; she too had experience with being full to bursting, almost literally. Even then, she still needed to multiply her own memory of desperation to get a better picture of Godzilla's need.
That wasn't what Mothra was primarily thinking about, however. It wasn't sympathy that kept her eyes glued to her friend as he sprayed his own ocean. Her imagination wasn't being used to estimate his pain. "Godzilla unzipped his pants... Godzilla is doing his business... Godzilla is standing right there, with his penis out!" Mothra's face began glowing bright red as she felt her hot breath on her palms. And all of a sudden, she was on a single-track mind.
Godzilla and Mothra did not initially meet on the best of days: a fight over a Mothra egg. At the time, she had simply thought Godzilla to be a selfish, violent brute, a danger to the world and every living thing in it. As their paths crossed several times afterwards, she came around on him; he was certainly coarse and abrasive, but she began to see that he had a good heart somewhere in there. But there was one consistent opinion she had on Godzilla, ever since she had first laid eyes on the King of the Monsters: he was an extremely good-looking man. And it really didn't help when, during the fight, Mothra pinned Godzilla to the ground with her own body weight, sitting on his crotch with her legs apart. And she was certain she felt something growing in his pants in response. It wasn't an unpleasant experience for her, either.
Such was the one splotch on Mothra's pure soul: an unquenchable thirst for Godzilla. Under most circumstances, she could suppress the lust just fine, and treat Godzilla as a trusted, platonic peer. She had no romantic interest in him, but when she was alone and feeling a little lonely, her fantasies ran wild with what Godzilla could do for her, "physically". Couple that desire with that all-important male part being out in the open, with only a kaiju body to act as a shield between her and it, and it was like nothing else mattered in her mind.
That didn't mean there were no thoughts in Mothra's head; they were just all of the inappropriate variety. "If I walk to the other side of the harbor, I should be able to see around his body, just enough for a little peek. That's all I want, just a peek! But that might take me too long, if I go slowly enough to be quiet. He'd still hear my wings flapping if I was flying, too. Then again, he is being pretty loud right now, maybe loud enough to give me some cover." Needless to say, this wasn't her first time aiming to catch Godzilla with his pants down, so to speak, and him taking a tinkle was usually her best opportunity.
Meanwhile, things weren't going much better over in Godzilland. By now, with the sheer volume he had pushed out, he had probably emptied out his kidneys, leaving his bladder still brimming and bursting. And yes, he was still suffering just the same. All the sensations he had experienced in the first second were still present a full minute later, going just as strong as a geyser of a piss still roared. My dick is hurting so freaking much! It's just as bad as that time Rodan dropped me balls-first on the electric tower!
It should have been impossible, but somehow, Godzilla heard something else beyond his monstrous torrent: a small crack of splitting road. Tensing, he twisted his head around, making damn sure every other part of his body stayed facing the same direction, to find the source of the sound. Something as generic as that could have been anything, so he had no expectations on what he might see. Still, he certainly wasn't expecting to see Mothra in the middle of one large step, standing on her toes, frozen in place and looking straight at him with wide bug eyes. Though he wasn't looking straight at her, more of a side-eye, given how he couldn't rotate his head the whole way around. They stared at each other for a few seconds, until she began to crack a really awkward smile.
While she had been somewhat shameless about her hunt for a small peep, Mothra had always been thorough about covering her tracks and playing it safe; Godzilla had no clue that this wasn't her first time trying something like this. Though that fact didn't afford her much leniency, because in Godzilla's eyes, one time was already too many. "Hey! You gonna-" Quickly realizing he sounded pretty stupid with his nostrils still closed, he pulled his hand away from his face, gladly taking the unpleasant odor in return for the ability to sound respectable. "You gonna turn around at some point?! Close your damn eyes or something?! Fucking perv."
"N-n-no, it's not like that," Mothra insisted, landing on her feet remarkably well, given the circumstances. "W-what would I care about that? Heh heh... I'm just...surprised! You know, since you're doing that...sort of thing here and all."
But that deflection only earned her another growl from Godzilla. "So what? You gonna start telling me off for taking a piss in the water this close to the city?"
"N-no, I'm not going to-"
"This may shock you, but I know it's wrong! You think I had a choice?! I didn't, I really didn't! So don't you go nagging me!"
"I know that!" Truthfully, Mothra hadn't even considered the environmental impact of Godzilla's actions, a glaring oversight for someone of her status as a guardian of the Earth. "I trust that you wouldn't be intentionally malicious to the people of this planet. You're better than that. The tide will come in, the currents will sweep it away, and it will disperse across the sea." Now she was feeling guilty for losing sight of her duties over something so basic and unbecoming.
Seeing Mothra back down like that could even soften Godzilla's heart, for just a moment. "Rrrghh... Yeah, I guess you're not like that. You're not that annoying. Alright, good, it won't cause permanent damage. So will you seriously turn around now? It weirds me out that you're staring." In an inspiring display of faith, Godzilla turned back to look down at his pee before confirming his words had reached.
Mothra knew that she really should honor his wish, that it would only be polite. She still wanted to look, but maybe now was the time to put her own desires aside, and be a good friend. "Yeah, you're right. I'll give you a moment." To be complete in her civility, she turned to face the exact opposite direction, with nothing to look at but the aftermath of their battle.
Perhaps it would have also been good form to cover her ears as well, but Mothra elected not to do that. A girl had to give herself something. "That really is quite the powerful stream. What could it possibly look like as it leaves him," she wondered aloud, being extremely careful to be quiet enough to remain unheard. "I bet his penis is quivering as it shoots out that much water. He's probably gently moving it around, as if there's some way to quiet that. Ooh, and he's probably really embarrassed about the noise." Maybe it wasn't just some exposed genitals that Mothra was into. "And really embarrassed that he had to expose himself somewhere so public. Ehehehehe, it's okay, Godzilla, I really don't mind." Mothra's chest grew tight and her body temperature rose, and where no one could see, she grew the naughtiest smile across her blushed cheeks.
Godzilla's face was also quite red, both as a leftover from the earlier struggle and the current strain, but it would soon glow twice as bright. "Gghghhh GGOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!"
The sharp, sudden increase in volume made Mothra jump, and she almost tripped over backwards. Honestly, the way it came out, it could have been the result of a fatal sneak attack, and paranoia set in, forcing her to turn and look. There were no ulterior motives, really. "Godzilla, what-"
Her fears couldn't have been further from the truth, she soon discovered, when she saw Godzilla facing the same way he had been, more relaxed than he usually was. That was not the body language of someone in pain, not even of the pee-related variety. No, the emotion Godzilla was showcasing couldn't be further from that. This was bliss. Actually, Mothra realized, "bliss" wasn't even a strong enough word to describe this. Whatever had changed, now Godzilla could bask in the unfettered relief he deserved after holding for so, so, so long.
Mothra smiled and turned back. It was nice to see her friend no longer in pain, finally able to really relieve himself, after what must have been half a day of growing torture. Having had times of her own where she had come within seconds of wetting herself, she could be sympathetic to that kind of pleasure. Especially when she could get her own secondhand pleasure out of it. "That's right, Godzilla, it's really not so bad to be forced to show your private parts. Of course, if you're still too embarrassed to do it, you're welcome to practice with me."
Short of Mothra going all-out with her "enjoyment" in the middle of Tokyo, she couldn't hope to compare to how Godzilla felt at this moment. This was it, finally, after hours of awful holding and minutes of horrendous release, the balance had finally shifted. There was nothing flowing through his veins now but ecstasy, elation that it finally felt good. Way better than good, in fact. He'd had alone time that didn't result in this kind of bliss. Yeah, after all the torture I went through to get here, it damn well better feel this fucking wonderful! His eyelids grew heavy as he let them fall, and he involuntarily shuddered, creating small breaks in his geyser and altering the point of final impact several times.
But that wasn't the only indication that his mood had lifted, he was in good spirits and he would let the world know. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," he moaned at the top of his lungs, the sound waves generated strong enough to cause further ripples in the water below. His panting picked up pace and depth, yet between the gasps for breath, he still found energy to shout. "YES, YES, YES, OOHHHH YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!" He had to move one of his feet back to stop himself from falling backwards and fainting, moving that foot closer to the ripples being kicked up as his tail swished lazily through the water.
This deed continued for several more minutes, where Godzilla was content to look at himself and his own products, speaking nothing more than simple expressions of relief, however loud they may be. He had even forgotten that he was in the most public place on Earth as he took a whiz, satisfied with the euphoria he felt on a physical level. And he got to sit with that gratification for some time more, because he was still far from empty. It was only a full minute later that his seemingly bottomless bladder began to approach its climax, as his golden gushing began to sputter. The torrent began landing closer and closer to Godzilla's legs, tracing the path back, and only once splashback started hitting his pants did the thickness fall.
Even with his eyes closed, Godzilla knew the time had come. With his penis going limp without a hard rush of urine shooting through it, the last squirts shot near his feet instead, and nothing else followed...until he squeezed a bit harder and brought out a hidden reserve that had no shortage of force and lasted no insignificant time. Off to the side, Mothra, who had taken that brief moment of silence as a sign it was all over and had begun to calm down as a result, found herself flaring up again. "Don't excite me like that, I can't take much more of this!"
With a smile unusual to him bridging his cheeks, Godzilla shook his shaft to send the little sticking urine flying off. And when no more drops were flinging away, he wasted no time in shoving his manhood back into his pants and zipping back up when it was out of the way. That's when he discovered that his tip wasn't fully dry, as it pressed against the crotch of his pants and transferred a bit of wetness. Which, to his credit, was the only urine in his clothes after all that, aside from a precious few drops that bounced back to him after their high-speed collision with the hard salt water. It was done. All in all, he had been pissing that storm for over five minutes. He stood tall and sighed one final time, quite loudly, as he opened his eyes to the bright day once more. "Hah... Well, that was something else."
Now that there was no guarantee whether it was over or not, Mothra was playing it safe by continuing to look far away. "Hey, Godzilla, is it alright if I turn back around now?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's fine. I'm done."
Turning around, Mothra simultaneously began taking a step forward into the water. That is, until she could actually see the current state of the harbor, yellow and cloudy everywhere close, and she made the wise decision to not step in that. Instead, she took off into the air, gently flapping her wings and approaching Godzilla from the higher altitude. "Well, you...weren't exaggerating with how badly you needed this."
"Of course I wasn't! I seriously almost exploded there, and you think I was making it up? I'd think you could tell that already, considering how much of an eyeful you got of it."
"I really didn't see anything, Godzilla, I promise. Just your back." Already, Mothra had gone back to acting like she had been respectable the whole time, her perfect façade.
"Yeah, and I'm sure it wasn't by lack of trying. Some part of me is saying I shouldn't ever take a piss around you, but I am never holding it that long again for as long as I live. If I ever get that desperate, I'm pissing myself. It's not worth it."
"I think if you just relieve yourself before going into a fight, it won't be a concern."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll remember that. Let's just get back to Monster Island, I'm sick of looking at this. And I'm real sick of standing in it." He gestured to nothing in particular, sweeping his arm horizontally as far as it could go, yet the ocean remained yellow across the entire range. "You're sure it's okay to leave the water like this? I hate dirty water as much as anyone, and I don't want you on my ass about it later."
"I know, it's not ideal, but it's not permanent." Mothra's gaze began lazily drifting, observing how far-reaching the effects of Godzilla's pee stretched. "Just promise not to soil the waters so close to the humans again, and I'll let it sli..."
Godzilla had already begun trudging back in the direction of their home, but Mothra stopping in the middle of a sentence concerned him. "What now?" He rolled her eyes and turned back, half-expecting another kaiju to fight, one that had been much more successful in seeing everything of his.
That could have been the explanation for the expression he found Mothra stuck in, eyes wide, hands covering her mouth, and all color drained from her face. "G-G-G-Godzilla, l-look..." Shaking, she removed one hand from her face and pointed into the harbor, straight into the epicenter of this natural disaster.
And once Godzilla looked, he saw everything. One boat, a larger vessel than the sailboats and fishing boats tied to the docks, had been there the entire time, hiding right beneath his nose. On the deck were several humans. Not random humans, either. Humans he recognized. The Monarch staff. They stood on the deck, all frozen in utter shock. And their clothes were soaked, without a single cloud in the sky to suggest rain was the culprit. No, the golden cloud beneath the waves held the answer here.
Almost instantaneously, Godzilla's face matched Mothra's, pale and afraid. "H-h-how did I miss t-that?"
"Oh no...oh no no no no no..." Positioning herself horizontally, Mothra flew as close to the water as she dared, putting her face right up to the boat, able to look all the Monarch members in the eye. "I know you can't understand me, but we are both so, so sorry! Godzilla should have noticed you, and I should have noticed you, and we should have taken care of that, but Godzilla was in a rush, and you got lost in the chaos, and... Godzilla, get over here and apologize!" She rotated herself back upright and looked out to find her friend and call him over.
She found him, all right, running as far away from the scene as he could, faster than anything else he had done that day. "You can smooth this over better than me, Mothra!" Making sure the water was clear and blue before putting his head under, Godzilla began swimming out to the horizon full tilt, a speed difficult for anything else to match.
But that didn't mean Mothra wasn't going to try, after turning back to Monarch one final time. "Again, we're both so sorry! Please, tell us anything we can do to make it up to you!" She awkwardly waved goodbye as she spread her wings and chased after the other kaiju. "Godzilla, get back here! Own up to your mistake! Take responsibility for what you did to these poor people!" Whether Godzilla had dove deep enough to avoid hearing the admonishment, or he simply pretended not to hear and kept going, it didn't matter. The chase continued for hours, far away from the scene of the awful, disgusting, contaminating, and very relieving crime.
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By the time the two kaiju made it back to Monster Island, the sun was already halfway under the horizon. So not only did today just suck all around, but it wasted my entire day.
And he wasn't the only one happy to make it back. As soon as this little landmass was within view, Mothra perked up and rushed to the beach with speed like a comet. "Finally, we made it! I feel like I've been holding it the whole flight back!" Sprinting and hobbling to a large tree just beyond the sand, she frantically started pulling at the sash on her kimono and playing with the folded-over front, it was all quickly resolved with the sound of trickling water and a puddle growing at the roots of the tree, to the sides of Mothra's feet, and she relaxed her posture with a sigh. At least, that's all Godzilla could see from his vantage point behind the kaiju. "Hah, that's better... I haven't gone since early this morning, and thinking about how you got to go only made it so much harder to wait."
Perhaps as a result of projecting, as soon as she was settled into her piddle, sure that it would fly straight and true without her careful attention, Mothra turned her head, aiming to look as best behind her as she could. After all, surely Godzilla was watching her, answering nature's call so openly.
And she saw Godzilla, knee-deep in the ocean, facing her direction. Or rather, his body was; his head was instead off to the side, giving Mothra some privacy. That is, until Mothra looked closer, and saw him blushing, his one visible eye from her vantage occasionally darting back to her before quickly going away once again. And he had made no effort to really turn around, as she had earlier. "D-do you really have to do that here," he grumbled.
Satisfied, Mothra went back to watching herself pee, giggling softly to herself. "We're not so different, are we, Godzilla? I'm sure you'd look if you thought you wouldn't get caught." |
Alexandra gingerly walked up the sidewalk to the front door of her house. The cold and clammy feeling of damp denim clinging to her legs was impossible to ignore. She doubted her neighbors could see her soaked butt or the dark streaks running down her pant legs, but there would be no way to hide the stains from her family. As she reached for the door knob she shivered, partly from the cool breeze, but mainly from the dread of what was coming when she stepped inside.
"Oh my god, mom! What happened?" Exclaimed her 19 year old daughter, Chloe. "You look like you peed your pants!"
Alexandra couldn't bring herself to answer Chloe. She bit her lip, stared at the floor and tried to hold back tears of humiliation as her daughter gasped.
"Come quick!!! Mom peed her pants!!!" squealed Chloe. With Chloe's announcement, her 21 year old daughter, Mary, and her husband, Walt, came rushing.
There were a few moments of stunned silence as they took in the sight of their household leader standing before them in wet shame.
Walt began to suggest that she go upstairs to "get straightened up" when Mary interrupted.
"Shouldn't she be sent to the 'naughty corner' in the living room?" inquired Mary.
"Why on earth would you suggest that?" snapped Walt.
"You know that when Chloe and I break a rule we are sent to the corner for an hour while we wait for a family meeting. At the family meeting we have to explain what we did and why it was wrong, followed by everyone giving input on the appropriate consequences. Remember a few months ago when Chloe wet herself at school and she had to stand in the corner in her wet pants?"
At the mention of her past accident Chloe blushed. "You got punished when you wet your pants a couple years ago too." The reminder caused Mary to turn red as well.
Walt turned to Alexandra, who was still to ashamed to look at her family. "I'm not sure that's a good idea" he said. "As your parents we don't have the same rules as you kids. Besides, there's probably a reasonable explanation. Right, hun?"
Alexandra wanted to make excuses. She wanted to change her pants. She wanted to run upstairs to shower. She wanted to hide from her family.
"No" she muttered, slowly shaking her head. "I've thought about nothing else since my accident. Whenever it happened to the girls I always told them there was no excuse. Mary is right, I should be sent to the corner."
Walt's jaw dropped as his wife slowly turned toward the livingroom and trudged to the far corner.
He looked at his oldest daughter, "Your mother normally presides over these family meetings. Since you made the argument that she should be subjected to a family meeting, I will let you preside over it. Make the preparations." Walt took one last look at his wife's saturated butt as she faced the corner, then walked down the hall to his den.
As Alexandra stared at the wall she sobbed, as much with relief as embarassment. She'd never understood how either of them could end up wetting their pants. She'd been pretty strict with both daughters when accidents had happened. Today after her accident she'd finally understood how it could happen.
Alexandra now regretted how she'd handled her daughter's accidents. Although she was humiliated (and terrified) at the prospect of being punished by the family, Alexandra felt the only way to preserve any respect from Chloe and Mary was for her to faces the consequences of a family meeting.
"Turn around and step over to the rug in the center of the room" commanded Mary. After a mentally anguishing hour of standing in the corner, Alexandra turned to face her family. She had spoken those words to her daughter's many times over the years. It was a humbling experience to have the tables turned. "It's time to explain yourself."
Alexandra took a deep breath then looked at her family. Walt looked annoyed, Chloe looked a little embarassed on her mother's behalf, and Mary had a little smirk on her face. She had known this moment was coming and had been rehearsing her excuse in her head ever since the accident had happened, but now Alexandra just stammerred. "I uh... um... I couldn't... I just... I had an accident."
"You know the offening person has to provide a full explanaton at these family meetings" interjected Mary. "You're not getting off that easy. We need to hear all the details, mom."
"I was running a few minutes late this morning" Alexandra began. "I didn't take the time to go to the bathroom before leaving for work. I planned to use the restroom at work before my shift but, traffic was bad and I barely made it to work in time to clock in. As the morning went on I spent so much time squirming that I didn't get any of my work done.
"At last my lunch break came and I started to rush to the ladies room when my supervisor stopped me in the hall. She had noticed my lack of productivity and she grabbed my arm and escorted me to the H.R. office. When we got to the office, the H.R. Director wrote me up for not getting my work done. I was told I needed to get my work finished or I'd be suspended. The only way to finish my work was to skip my lunch break.
"My supervisor walked me back to my desk...without stopping at the restroom! Somehow I managed to get my work done by the end of the day. I have no idea how! I spent so much time bouncing and wiggling at my desk. The pressure was unbearable! I know I leaked a couple times but, nothing showed on my jeans.
"At the end of the day my supervisor drug me back to H.R. to give them an update on my performance. I squirmed in front of my supervisor and H.R. director for ten minutes while they lectured me about work performance.
"I knew I was about to loose control so I asked to be allowed to go to the restroom but, it just irritated them. The lecture continued and I felt a spurt leak into my underwear, when I looked down there was a three inch stain in the crotch of my jeans. I know the both saw it because they both smirked at me. I begged for the bathroom again...it was no use.
"I was listening to them go on and on about how it wasn't the company's problem that I didn't manage my time. Then it just happened!
"I felt my crotch get warm and the warmth began to expand down my legs and accross the seat of my pants. I've never had an accident before. I didn't know that's what it would feel like!
"When I realized what the warmth was, I looked down and saw the dark stain on my jeans. Even worse was the puddle on the floor! I was mortified to have just disgraced myself in front of my bosses.
"I got written up again. This one was for 'inappropriate workplace hygeine'. I got suspended without pay for the rest of the week and when my suspenson is over, I have to wear a diaper to work for the next three months.
"Thank goodness my supervisor and the H.R. director were the only people who saw me! The walk to my car and the drive home were incredibly uncomfortable. I never realized the wet fabric would itch so much. "
With her story finally told, it was time for Alexandra to hear what her family had to say.
Walt began: "I stand by what I said before. As a parent the standards are different. Your mother shouldn't be punished for having an accident. Besides, it sounds like her boss is punishing her. She's in enough trouble at work, we should be supportive here at home. "
"I don't agree with dad" Mary stated. "Mom made most of the rules in this house, she knows better. I agree with her boss that poor planning on her part isn't an excuse. In fact mom said something very similar to me when I wet myself during that math test. When I wet myself at school I had detention for two weeks, plus I was punished here at home. I see nothing wrong witn her having to be punished at both work and home."
Chloe shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She loved her mom dearly and felt bad for the embarassing situation her mom was in. On the other hand Chloe had found herself on the other side of a family meeting just six months ago for a very similar incident.
"Mom, I vividly remember standing where you are, with pants just as wet. I was told there was 'no excuse' for my behavior, no matter what led up to it. Two years ago Mary was crying in that same spot in her wet pants being told that poor planning wasn't an 'accident'. I think it's hippocritical for you to call what you did an 'accident' when you clearly told both of us there's nothing accidental about misbehavior. Your wet jeans are clear evidence that you didn't follow the rules today. I feel bad that you got in trouble at work, but I agree there should be consequences here at home.
"Well mom", Mary said, "now you get a chance to tell us what you think should happen to you."
"I don't know what I think." Alexandra looked at each of her daughters with tears in her eyes. "I want to beg for mercy, but I know that isn't what I deserve after putting you two through this same thing. I just didn't understand how it could happen, now that I've walked a mile in your shoes, I understand."
"Decision time" snapped Mary. "I vote that she get the same punishment we got."
Walt just shook his head, "I think she's suffered enough."
All eyes were on Chloe as the tie breaker. "Sorry mom, I think you deserve the punishment."
Mary cleared her throat, "Time to make it official. Mom, the family listened to your explanation and we've all given our input on consequences. After a 2-1 vote you are to be punished. Chloe and I agree you should get the same consequences as we did. Do you remember what those were?"
Alexandra sobbed as she nodded. "I took a photo of you in your wet pants and hung it on the wall for two months so your friends would see it when they came over. I made you scrub your wet pants by hand instead of letting you put them in the washing machine. I made you write a three page essay on bladder control."
Walt stood up and looked at his daughters, "I don't think you need me anymore." He turned to his sobbing wife, "After you are done scrubbing your jeans and have cleaned yourself, we can talk about this without the girls. I'll see you in a few hours." He kissed Alexandra and went back to his den.
Mary took out her phone and took her mother's humiliating photo.
Mary took Alexandra by the hand and walked her down the hall to the bathroom. Chloe spoke as they walked. "We're proud of you mom. We feel bad that you went through something so embarassing but, you took the family meeting and consequences like a champ. We're glad you understand now. We love you!"
Alexandra hugged her daughters tight. "I love you too....now may I please clean myself?"
"Sure mom" answered Mary. "Just remember what you told us. 'While you scrub your pants, I want you to think about how bad the consequences will be if you ever disgrace yourself again!' |
Sequel to my first story
This one is mainly a tickle story and contains only a little omorashi at the end but i have to post it because otherwise part three won't make any sense (yes i have ideas for a part three XD)
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND IMPLIED DEATH
Ja’Lana: return of the Brotherhood
It had been a month since her near death experience by the hands of the Dark Brotherhood and, miraculously, no new attempt at her life were made but, despite that, she lived constantly on edge, never letting her guard down even in her sleep.
That had to stop.
She couldn’t keep living like this, she had to do something to make sure those assassins would leave her alone for good.
She started gathering information whenever she could, asking if there were news of the Brotherhood in almost every inn she stayed at.
Until she stopped in Windhelm.
That night, in the warm common room of Candlehearth Hall, she heard the words she had been waiting for since that horrible night
< The Dark Brotherhood? Well, young Aventus Aretino has been heard chanting something ominous in his home for days now. Poor kid was supposed to live in an orphanage in Riften after his mother...well...anyway, nobody dares to get close to that house anymore and nobody knows what to do with the kid anyway. He will get tired and leave eventually. >
Ja’Lana didn’t even let the barkeep finish, she dropped some coins on the counter and left.
Picking the lock to the Aretino manor was a piece of cake and so was slipping through the empty rooms, following a creepy chant.
There, in a candle lit room, the kid knelt while chanting the black sacrament over and over, he was obviously exhausted and malnourished.
Ja’Lana stepped forward and tapped his shoulder
< You...you are HERE! > the kid shouted ecstatically < Finally! An assassin from the Dark Brotherhood has answered my prayers! > he paused for a moment < you...ARE an assassin from the Brotherhood, right? > < Of course this one is, you performed the rite and this one appeared. > Aventus looked skeptical < how do I know you are telling the truth? You aren’t wearing any symbols > Ja’Lana huffed < Of course, silly her! She forgot her nice banner at home, the one that said “this is an assassin from the Brotherhood, please pay her no mind”. Little one, this one’s patience is running thin, who is the target? >
Aventus chuckled < yeah, that makes sense...oh...the contract, right! I need you to kill the headmistress of the orphanage in Riften, Grelod the kind. > Ja’Lana raised an eyebrow < isn’t it a bit too much? Hiring the Brotherhood because you got scolded? We are not cheap, you know. > the kid teared up a bit < It’s not that...you see...when mom died I was sent into that place. Grelod doesn’t scold kids, she tortures them. She ties kids to the wall, forcing them to live in their own filth for days, weeks even. I...couldn’t stand it anymore, I couldn’t stand seeing my friends being treated like that. Please, kill Grelod >.
She rolled her eyes at the sight of this crying kid < Fine, THIS seems to be a fair enough reason for a contract. This one will see to it. >
She left the house without waiting for a response but still managed to catch a faint < thank you > coming from the mansion.
Her plan was probably the stupidest thing she ever came up with. First, find a contract for the Brotherhood, then complete it before they can and leave a note on the corpse, warning them to eave her alone for good.
Admittedly, she was realizing how stupid that sounded and she was losing confidence with every step she took and, when she finally reached Riften, she was one hundred percent sure the plan would be a total failure, but she couldn’t stop now.
She reached her destination when the sun was still high so she decided to scout the area while waiting for nightfall.
The orphanage was located on the edge of town, with a nice view of the lake, other than that it was a building like any other, one main entrance and lots of windows.
She peeked inside only to be greeted by the scene of the old hag scolding the poor orphans, there weren’t many of them but they were incredibly diverse. From Nord to Imperial, she could have sworn a little High elf was in there too.
The one that caught her eye the most, however, was a rather heavy looking orc girl who was meekly staring at the ground while being scolded for not doing her chores.
For a split second, tho, the girl looked up and out of the window and frowned deeply, as if she spotted the Khajiit spying on her.
Ja’Lana quickly ducked into cover and silently moved away from the building and heading for the tavern to await nightfall.
Looking around the orphanage that night she found some stacked boxes which she used to reach the roof and the small skylight she spotted while leaving earlier that day. Opening the dilapidated window was incredibly easy, getting in using said window...not so much. Sadly, Ja’Lana underestimated the size of her thick thighs, resulting in her pants getting caught by a poking nail which forced her to just leave them there alongside her shoes and proceed the assassination bottomless, embarrassing sure, but since everyone besides her target was asleep, she thought nothing of it. Besides, she surprisingly enjoyed the mixed feelings of vulnerability and power that the situation gave her...also the breeze on her pussy felt really good that night for some reason.
It didn’t take long to find Grelod as her room was the one overhanging the lake and was the only one with a lit candle in it. Quietly, Ja’Lana prowled the supporting beams underneath the ceiling and tried to think of a way of killing that hag.
Surely she could just jump down and cut her throat with her sharp nails, but that could result in the crone screaming for help. Maybe suffocating her with a pillow? No, the hag didn’t seem tired despite the late hours.
She kept thinking for a while until she noticed a rope, but not just any old rope: the rope that was holding the chandelier.
And luck of lucks, the blasted thing was almost above Grelod, all she would have to do would have been to silently cut the rope with one of her nails, wait for the old fart to be in perfect position and let go of the rope.
Just a terrible accident that resulted in the death of a terrible person.
Without wasting any second, she leaned forward, grabbed the rope and started quietly cutting it.
The rope started snapping while Grelod got closer and closer to the perfect spot, until...she walked away in the opposite direction. Exactly in that moment the rope completely snapped and Ja’Lana had to leap in order to catch the falling chandelier and keep it in place hoping that Grelod would come back.
There she stood, completely tense with the claws of her feet sinking in the support beam to keep a precarious foothold while the surprisingly heavy chandelier dangled from the scrap of rope she was holding with bot her outstretched hands.
Suddenly, she felt the beam shake a bit, as if someone as heavy if not heavier than her was walking on it.
< My my > a squeaky voice taunted < i didn’t know about the new dress code for assassinations > Ja’Lana focused her sight into the darkness to her right and finally noticed her: the buff orc girl was standing there, hands on her hips with a mocking grin on her face.
More importantly, she was now wearing a skintight dark suit with the oh so familiar symbol of a black hand on her shoulder
< Please, don’t tell her you are a vampire orc kid... > mumbled a very tense Ja’Lana trying both to be silent and to hold on the chandelier.
The kid got closer, she was oddly feminine for someone that should have been around ten years old, she gently caressed the Khajiit’s head and cupped her hand behind her ear. She then whispered softly < First off, I’m not a vampire > her free hand slid under Ja’Lana’s shirt < second, I’m not a kid > the hand reached one of the now hardening nipples < third... > she pinched the sensitive nub of flesh making the Khajiit yelp < ...i’m NOT an orc! I am a GOBLIN! You call me “orc” again and you are going to end up with a couple missing appendages > she let go of the nipple and gently caressed it, as if to say sorry < Now, you must be Ja’Lana, the one that quite literally pissed Babette off... > she looked down < oh I know the old hag, she just went for her evening piss in the canal, don’t know why she does that since we have a toilet, maybe she enjoys it. Since you are already here and holding that thing, I’ve decided to let you have the kill. The hag should be here any moment now and she needs to pass under you to go to sleep. >
Ja’Lana’s eyes narrowed
< What’s the catch? > she whispered < Why are you letting her steal your contract? > the goblin smirked < Oh, I’m not LETTING you, I’m just saying that if you can hold that thing in place until Grelod comes back, you can have the kill...hoooooweveeeerrrr... > a sharp nail started to trace around her belly button < I never said I would make it easy for you, kitty cat. > she was now teasing her sides with both of her hands < You see, Babby and Gabby, are both alive and well and they had to vent about their failed assassination of a dark orange Khajiit that proved to be exceptionally susceptible to…THE TICKLES > the goblin started to skitter her honed fingers all over Ja’Lana’s unprotected belly making her snicker and almost let go of the rope.
< Pfft...what is ihihit with you guys and tickling? Can’t you juhuhuhust stab her and be done? Why do you need to humiliate her so muhuhuohohuch? >
The goblin girl slowed down her assault and climbed on Ja’Lana’s back, resting her chin on Ja’Lana’s shoulder < Oh, I’m sure Babby just wanted to have fun and toy with you, live as long as she has and you are bound to develop a superiority complex… > she got in closer to her ear whilst caressing her abdomen lower and lower < ...as for me… > she finally reached her target and started to run one finger over Ja’Lana’s now aching clit < ...i’m actually into this shit. I love to break my targets, to make them have mixed feelings about having an orgasm right before dying...it’s so...intoxicating > she stroked faster while using her free hand to tickle Ja’Lana’s armpit.
The poor Khajiit was in a limbo of pleasure and torment, on one hand she was hating all of this, on the other, she was begging for the release that the goblin, masterfully was denying her.
Worse than that was the fact that she was feeling weirdly excited, as if she went an entire week without release, so excited that her juiced gushed a little when the goblin finally stuck two of her fingers in her now drenched pussy.
< What...is...happening to...her? > muttered Ja’Lana biting her lip < Whaaa...what did you do, goblin? > the girl smirked < Name’s Malina and I bet you noticed that pesky nail sticking from the window you used to get in. > she inserted another finger while she moved her free hand over Ja’Lana’s belly < That was my little present for you, I knew you were going to get in from there and I knew your sexy ass would not fit properly. So I may or may not have dipped that single nail in a rather powerful aphrodisiac. No matter how much you try to hold it, you are going to come for me, kitty cat > she then proceeded to pick up the pace, rubbing Ja’Lana’s clit with her thumb and spider-tickling her exposed navel with her sharp nails < Just let it go and moan for me! >.
Each stroke sent her closer to the edge, she tried biting her lips harder but small moans and jiggles were starting to come out
< Mmm...no… > those damned fingers reached deeper and her breathing intensified < please….shehehe...can’t…cuhuhum... > the tickling shifted to her breasts and nipples and her body started to tense < muhuhust...hohohohold… > then the sharp nail of Malina’s thumb scratched her clit, just under her hood.
Her eyes widened, her cheeks puffed up like balloons and her claws dug even deeper in the now straining support beam < PFFFFT….mmm…. > one last thrust sent her over the edge and, finally, she let out a loud cackling moan < oooh...nooohohohohOHHOOOOOOOOHAHAHH! >.
< I heard something! > an old voice echoed from below her < is someone in my room? Are you brats trying to pull another one of your stunts? > Grelod was finally back but she was now aware that something was there.
Instinctively, Ja'Lana covered her mouth with her left hand, biting down her own index finger to stop any more noises but that left her with only one hand holding the chandelier which caused the rope to slip a bit.
I swear to Mara, if you brats left another dead fish in my bed I’m going to bring out the iron whipping cane! > Grelod was searching every corner of the room, walking under the chandelier multiple times but never staying there long enough for Ja’Lana to let it fall on her.
Perched on her back, Malina was enjoying the scene of Grelod running around like a madwoman < Look at her go nuts > she whispered < Well, this has gone on long enough, I doubt I can make you make noise again but... > she quietly jumped down from her back < …on the plus side, you just gave me only two primary targets to strike >.
She approached her right side and used her sharp nails to cut a hole in Ja’Lana’s shirt to get access to her armpit.
Armpit that Malina then proceeded to tickle with just one finger < Coochie coochie… > she teased < I know you can’t hoooooold iiiiiit, you are too sensitive nooooow…. > she noticed the wooden beam starting to splinter where Ja’Lana’s claws were digging in and saw her soft pads partially visible under her soles.
A smile formed on her light green face while she reached for something behind her, pulling out a small, stiff feather on a stick < Let’s see what gives in first: your arm, your feet…or the wood…tiiiiickle tiiiiickle... > and with that, the stiff feather begun its dance on the soft exposed pads, the immobile toes trembling with each stroke, weakening the old wood with each shiver.
Ja’Lana started to tear up, biting harder on her finger to stop herself from laughing but her orgasm had set her nerves on fire and weakened her muscles.
Some jiggles started to escape again < mhmhhm...nohohohh…noohohot her pads… > she muttered as the feather continued its merciless dance, all the while the relentless tease of her armpit caused the rope to slip again, forcing Ja’Lana to bite down her lip and use both hands to hold the rope again. Grelod was moving closer to the perfect spot, trying to find the source of the weird noises in her room. If only that old hag would simply stop under the chandelier and stay still, she thought, she would be finally out of this situation.
< I admire your tenacity, kitten, but it’s time to end this > with that, Malina put away the feather and used bot hands to scratch Ja’Lana’s sensitive beans. She managed to yell one last < FHUHUHUHHUHCK! > before her toes scrunched with such force that the old wooden beam was torn to splinters.
She was dragged up, slamming her head against the ceiling, her claws tried to grab onto something managing to hold for a second on a piece of wood. Her efforts were in vain, though, and she quickly fell, flailing her limbs, after the chandelier that had already punched a sizable hole in the floor, while part of the supporting beam fell in front of the door, sealing it shut.
However, her mad flailing saved her when she managed to grab the edges of the hole, she was alive but she was stuck with her arms and legs spread, holding on the edges with the tip of her claws.
Too tired to pull herself up, she tried to look for a way out but the only thing she saw was Grelod, standing speechless near the hole seething with anger, she hadn’t been this furious since little Runa Fair-Shield spiked her evening tea with laxative.
< WHAT IN OBLIVION IS GOING ON? > the old hag shouted < What are you, a thief? A murderer? > she then noticed Ja’Lana’s lack of pants and underwear and gasped < No...you must be worse! This is an ORPHANAGE! What do you think you are doing in here in that state? What were you planning? > she angrily stomped to a closet and pulled out something, something long, like a stick. Despite her head pounding, Ja’Lana managed to focus her sight on that object, it wasn’t a stick, nor a spear...it was far worse.
A BROOM.
< ANSWER ME, CAT! What were you doing here? > she started poking her with the stiff but somewhat soft bristles, stroking her exposed and now hyper sensitive belly in the process.
< Hehe… > she couldn’t help but jiggle < hihihi... > Grelod’s eyes flared up < How dare you laugh at me?! > she kept thrusting her broom harder and faster < Pffft...sthohohohop! > she was trying to hold it in, hoping Grelod wouldn’t find out her weakness < I said STOP LAUGHING! What’s so funny about thi...OH! > the old hag flashed a crooked smile < i get it, we got ourselves a ticklish kitty, don’t we? > suddenly, her strokes became more focused and more rhythmic, each swipe hitting all of Ja’Lana’s weak spots one after the other < Nononononohohohho! She just...she juhuhust... > Grelod cut her plea short < I don’t really care about why you are here anymore, all that matters is that there are hundreds of slaughterfish in this lake and you won’t be bothering me much longer… >.
Ja’Lana wanted to tell her, to beg her, to implore her to stop. She was trying to warn her that she had had an orgasm, that each brush was both heaven and hell for her, she wanted to beg her not to go any lower...and yet, a part of her was loving this, each brush making her more aroused.
**brush brush** her nipples hardened;
**brush brush** her pussy moistened;
**brush brush** her limbs trembled and low pitched moans escaped her mouth.
< Are you…? > Grelod stuttered < Are you ENJOYING THIS?! > Ja’Lana couldn’t answer, she was too busy biting her lip, trying to hold back what could have been the biggest orgasm of her life.
The hag, however, didn’t need an answer. She knew what was happening and she was furious to the point of alternating insults to the strokes of her dreaded broom < You filthy > **brush** < perverted > **brush brush** < disgusting > **brush brush brush** < furry > **bruuuuush** < freak! > on that last word Grelod brushed with such an intensity and speed that some bristles managed to get under her hood and wrap around her clitoris, teasing it in ways she didn’t think possible, pushing her over the edge.
Poor Ja’Lana could do nothing except roll back her eyes, bite her lips and open the flood gates.
Right there, hanging for her life, she came to a broom held by an old bitch, she felt both humiliated and incredibly confused. Her focus, however, came back rather quickly after noticing Grelod moving to her side, finally tired of toying with her she raised the broom aiming for her head.
Ja’Lana felt like time slowed down, frantically scanning her surroundings for a way out she noticed the only thing that could save her.
A loop of rope.
Grelod was standing on a loop of rope on the ground, on the other end of that rope was the thing that caused all of this: the dreaded chandelier.
After breaking the wooden floor part of the rope got caught in it, keeping the damned thing from falling in the lake.
Her tail moved quickly, whipping the precariously placed rope and dislodging it. The chandelier resumed its fall, tightening the loop around Grelod’s legs and pulling her down with it.
The last thing to come out from the crone’s mouth was a surprised gasp, then the sound of a heavy weight hitting the water.
Then silence.
Ja’Lana felt her strength leaving her, as she started to lose consciousness she could barely make out the quiet footsteps approaching her, then everything went dark.
< ..tha...on’t do.. >
she could hear a young yet familiar voice say
< Sha… the pits >
Her head was banging like crazy, it took a while for her vision to stabilize and for her ears to stop ringing and finally realize where she was.
< Oh > a familiar squeaky voice gasped < Babby, she is awake >
Malina jumped on the table she was resting on
< Almost thought you were a goner there, that whole ordeal was quite exhausting >
A quick pull on her arms and legs confirmed that she was bound in a reversed Y position.
< Mal, don’t be shilly, thish flea bag is more reshilient that you could imagine >
She recognized the voice, it was clearly Babette, but she sounded so weird right now.
Ja’Lana tried to turn her head towards the vampire but still couldn’t make out more than her silhouette < Where...where is she? > her head banging harder with each word < The...the lake...Riften...how… > Malina petted her on the head < Shhh now, don’t overdo it, save your strength you are going to need it. > she didn’t know when it happened but now Babette was standing right next to the table, a deep scowl on her young face < Sho…we meet again, Khashiit... > she finally realized what was wrong with her < Wait...what happened to your teeth? > the vampire frowned even deeper < YOU HAPPENED! > shouted Babette slamming her hands on the table.
< YOU FUCKING CAT! I should jusht... > Gabriella came from behind her and hugged her < Now now Babby, calm down, we are almost done and we all agreed on this. Besides, she will suffer more this way than with whatever method you would choose to kill her >.
Hearing those words sent Ja’Lana in a panic
< What...what are you going to do to her? She is sorry, she didn’t mean for that to happen! She was just defending herself! PLEASE! > she pulled on her bindings in vain < Oh, we are going to do something utterly horrendous… > said Malina with a stone cold voice < ...we are going to RECRUIT YOU >
Ja’Lana was baffled < Wait...she doesn’t understand..is this a joke? > Babette grabbed her by the cheeks and turned her face towards hers < No joke pusshycat. You have any idea how mush of an hindranshe that shtunt of yoursh caushed? I have losht my TEETH! For the pasht month I’ve been drinking blood from a shtraw and it will take another for my fangsh to regrow! > Ja’Lana couldn’t help but chuckle at that image < She is sorry but still...why recruit her? >
Gabriella interceded < Because, Babette is in no condition to complete contracts, so we are one member short. This is where you come in. You will work for us until her fangs grow back and, if you do a good job, we MIGHT decide not to kill you afterwards. Oh and before you ask > she snapped her fingers causing the room to lit up < We are taking precautions so don’t even think of backstabbing us or even run away. >
With the room lit she could see everything clearly. She was tied, completely naked, to a stone table surrounded by mirrors that gave her ample view of her situation.
She could see that weird runes had been painted on her nipples, belly and, thanks to a convenient mirror placed above her crotch, clit, she also realized what those mangled words she heard while waking up meant. Her armpits had been shaven clean and runes had been painted in the hollow of her pits, weirdly enough there were some runes on her ears too.
< What is this? What are you going to do to her? > she asked still quite panicked
< You shee… > Babette grabbed a pair of gloves from a small table and got closer to her ears < I didn’t forget the...shall we shay...peculiar shituashion we found ourselvesh in... > Ja’Lana started to wince as the weird hiss in the vampire voice made her realize that her bladder was quite full now < What...what about that? > she asked, trying to hide it.
Babette smiled < Well...we know your weaknessh and we are going to ushe it to keep you in sheck > she handed the gloves to Malina who eagerly put them on.
< You shee, we thought thish through for a while, we had to promishe favoursh in return for the help or a powerful wishard > Ja’Lana was now certain the vampire was choosing her words specifically to include as many hisses as possible < Thoshe gloves will give Malina the ability to, for a lack of a better term, teashe and play with you from a dishtance. But unfortunately (for you) you woke up before we could complete the ritual, sho you will have to experieshe the last part yourself > Babette pulled out a phial from her pocket and placed it in a hole in the table, right below Ja’Lana’s crotch.
< All we need is some of your pissh to finish the binding spell, be a dear and comply, it will be eashier for you > she proceeded to rub the bound Khajiit’s belly which caused Ja’Lana to try and close her legs < Jusht think about flowing riversh...fountainsh...waterfallshhh > the bound cat was trembling but she still managed to hold it in.
Gabriella huffed and moved near Ja’Lana’’s head < Babette dear, I know you want to have fun but we have been at this for three hours and I’m tired, so let’s just use the special spell and be done with it >
< What...spell…? > asked the khajiit < Oh, nothing special, just this > replied Gabrielle while placing her hands near Ja’Lana’s ears and focusing.
< NO! > The khajiit gasped, her eyes widening as, all of a sudden, her ears were being flooded...by the sound of running water.
It started slowly, like the dripping of a bottle but it was quickly growing, going from a dripping bottle to rain, to a small creek, to a river, to a waterfall, all the while Babette was pushing and rubbing her bladder.
Ja’Lana tried to hold it as long as she could but, eventually, she had to let go and the phial was quickly filled.
Babette grabbed the container and cheerfully handed it over to Gabriella who then poured the content onto Malina’s gloves that quickly absorbed the liquid, giving off a calm glow.
They untied her and helped her up then, everyone in the room looked at the goblin girl < Want to give it a shot, dear? > inquired Gabriella < You remember how to use it? > the goblin laughed < Of course I do, watch this...ahem.. > she raised her right hand and partially clenched her fingers in a fist < FILL > immediately Ja’Lana felt her bladder being filled to the brim
< And now, SWIRL! > Malina shacked her fist in a circular motion, causing her to feel like there was a raging ocean in her bladder and forcing her to fall to her knees. She tried to let it out, to just piss herself to avoid those feelings...but she couldn’t < HOW? What is wrong with her? Why can’t she PEE? > Malina showed that her left hand had her thumb and index connected, as if she was pinching something < It’s because I’m pinching your bladder shut, let me fix that > she opened her left hand while squeezing the air with her right one and shouting < PSSSSSSSSSSSSSH! >.
Ja’Lana felt like her bladder was being held in a vice and, in a matter of seconds, she peed all over the floor. This time it was different though, she felt drained of her strength, like some of her energy went out of her bladder.
< See, now I was going easy on you, if I wanted I could make you pass out from pissing yourself, so don’t try me. >
Babette approached the panting khajiit and whispered to her ear
< Welcome to the family >
to be continued |
I know I already did a Street Fighter story, but when I saw the word "fighting" in the prompt, this immediately popped into my head.
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Day 25: Fighting for the toilet Cammy + Juri (Street Fighter)
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Cammy White, codenamed Killer Bee, led a busy life. When the blonde beauty wasn’t undertaking top-secret missions for MI6, she was going up against the world’s greatest warriors in annual fighting tournaments. She was currently taking part in the latter, squaring off against the feral fighter known as Necali. The duel had been going on for some time, and both combatants were getting worn down.
“Gotcha!” screeched Necali, launching himself at Cammy in a frenzy. She managed to dodge at the last second and flattened him with a punch to the jaw.
“K.O!” announced the referee as Necali fell.
“Too easy,” Cammy scoffed, dusting off her green leotard. Still, the fight had left her sore and sweaty.
I need a shower, she thought. Then she felt a jolt run through her midsection. And I need a wee.
Cammy headed towards the women’s locker room to take care of both her needs. But when she got there, a horrible sight met her eyes.
A long line of female fighters snaked towards a single toilet stall. Cammy spotted Sakura, R. Mika and Chun-Li, plus several she didn’t recognize. All of the women had varying degrees of desperation on their faces, and a few were openly holding themselves. She heard a toilet flush, and a woman in green pants and a bikini top stepped out of the stall.
“Ah, much better!” she sighed. She had barely exited when Sakura rushed in, slamming the door behind her. Cammy cringed as she heard the splashing noise of Sakura relieving herself.
“What’s going on here?” Cammy asked the woman in green.
“All the other toilets are out of service,” she replied.
“You’re joking,” groaned Cammy.
“Afraid not,” said the woman. “You’ll just have to wait.” Cammy crossed her legs and held herself as the line inched forward, the contents of her bladder begging to be released.
“Aah!” came a cry from in front of her, making her jump. The speaker was R. Mika, a buxom blonde in a skimpy blue wrestling costume. “I can’t take this any more! I’m going to the men’s room!”
She must be truly desperate, thought Cammy, watching her run out the door. She herself was in a similar situation, but found she just couldn’t bring herself to use the other bathroom. Instead, Cammy just waited, being tortured by the noises of relief from the other women.
At long last, Chun-Li exited the stall, looking like she had just made it. Finally, Cammy was at the front of the line. Heart pounding and bladder throbbing in anticipation, she headed for the stall door. But before she could get there, Cammy felt someone shove up against her.
“Excuse me,” said the newcomer. “Gotta go!”
“Well, so do I!” snipped Cammy. “Why do you think I- Juri!”
“It’s been a long time, kitten,” said Juri. Cammy’s long-time rival was wearing a skintight purple bodysuit, an eyepatch, and a look of intense desperation. “Now move aside; I’m about to piss myself here.”
“No!” Cammy shouted. “I’m willing to wager I’m just as desperate as you are. Besides, I got here first. You’ll have to wait your turn.”
“You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?” Juri moaned. “Fine. Please let me!”
“No,” said Cammy firmly. She reached for the door, but Juri shot out a hand to stop her.
“I-I’ll fight you for it,” gasped Juri, dancing back and forth with a look of panic on her face. “Winner gets the toilet.”
“Are you out of your mind?” asked Cammy. Once again she reached for the door, but this time Juri was more direct. She grabbed Cammy and threw her against the wall. The blonde winced as she felt the impact knock a few drops of pee out of her.
“Come on, kitten,” Juri taunted, dropping into a fighting stance. “Let me have it!”
“Fine!” growled Cammy. Her bladder had reached its limit, and if she had to fight Juri in order to empty it, then so be it. She lashed out with a roundhouse kick, knocking Juri into the stall door.
“Now let me through!” Cammy ordered.
“Never!” cried Juri. She jumped up and attacked with a jump kick, striking Cammy in the gut and causing even more urine to leak into her leotard.
“Hey, that’s fighting dirty!” Cammy shouted. “Well, if that’s how you want to play…” She ducked under Juri’s next kick and retaliated with a punch aimed at her bulging bladder. Juri gasped in shock, and Cammy felt a sort of thrill in causing her rival to leak.
Now we’re even, she thought.
The two women stepped back, glaring at each other. Cammy was about to strike when she felt another spurt of pee escape, stronger than the ones that had come before. She looked down and saw a small trickle running down her leg. Juri laughed, but then a look of shock crossed her face and she shoved her hands between her legs.
“Juri, truce,” Cammy begged. “I can’t fight any more; I’m about to wet myself!”
“Same,” Juri admitted. “Truce accepted.”
“What are we going to do?” moaned Cammy.
“Only one option,” said Juri. “We use it together.”
“No way!” Cammy protested. “How will we both fit?”
“Look, it’s a squat toilet,” said Juri, opening the door. “You go on one end, I’ll go on the other.”
“But I-” Cammy felt another leak and realized there was no other option. “Fine. Just don’t stare.”
The two of them ran into the stall and squatted on opposite ends of the toilet. Her face red, Cammy pulled aside the crotch of her leotard.
“Well, well,” Juri purred, her bodysuit completely removed, “looks like you’re a natural blonde.”
“Juri, please,” Cammy huffed. She closed her eyes and relaxed her bladder. A torrent of pee gushed from between her legs, with such force that droplets sprayed her hands. It hit the porcelain with a hiss and a splash, a sound that was echoed as Juri also started peeing.
As Cammy’s urine flowed out, a sense of glorious relief flowed through her. She couldn’t help but let out a little sigh of pleasure. The noises coming from Juri, on the other hand, were nothing short of orgasmic.
“Haahh… so good,” she moaned, panting heavily. Cammy opened her eyes despite herself, and saw that Juri’s face was red and sweaty.
“Sneaking a peak?” laughed Juri, still peeing like a waterfall. “I don’t blame you; I did too.”
Embarrassed, Cammy turned away to finish her pee in peace.
After what felt like an eternity, Cammy’s bladder was finally empty. The noises from Juri ceased as well. Both of them wiped, stood up, and got dressed. For a while, there was an awkward silence between them. Then Juri spoke up.
“Thanks, kitten,” she said, sounding sincere. “You don’t know how badly I needed that.”
“Actually, I think I do,” said Cammy. “That was a close call.”
“Glad it worked out,” said Juri.
“Hmph,” Cammy snorted. “Next time, I hope we won’t have to fight in order to relieve ourselves.”
“Sure thing,” Juri agreed. “Besides, I’ll have plenty of chances to fight you in the tournament. And I’m going to win!”
“Not on your life,” Cammy responded. The two glared at each other again, but a silent agreement passed between them: this time, they would save the fighting for the ring.
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It is a long flight from Misaltron to Lentimas, but Skyla is determined to get the women on board there as quickly as she can, being the most reliable pilot this region has ever known. Rosa, Bianca, and Professor Juniper are all set for take off, and it is not long before the four of them are in the sky, on their way to their destination.
In the meantime, they want to make smalltalk to pass the time, and eventually, Skyla is asked what her favorite and least favorite parts of flying are. The first question is almost impossible to answer, since there are so many things that she loves, but the second one is a lot easier, and leads into her telling a rather embarrassing story.
“See, I’ve actually wet myself while I was flying before,” she says. “There’s no chance for me to do anything to make holding it easier, since I can’t really dance around or anything, while I have to focus on flying. And since there’s no bathroom on board, you know…”
“Wait, there’s not?” Rosa asks, suddenly surprised. She had not been thinking about it until Skyla started her story, but now she realizes that she kind of has to pee. Or maybe that she really needs to pee, because now that she is actually thinking about it, it feels like her bladder protests the mere idea of her not being able to go to the bathroom until they land.
“It’s a cargo plane,” Skyla replies, “so not really meant for a lot of passengers. Trust me, I know firsthand how tough holding it can be, but if you’ve gotta go, just try not to think about it until we land. That’s about all you can do while we’re in the air.”
Rosa bites her lip, not sure of what to say to that. She does not want to make it obvious that she has to pee, but, of course, it is probably already obvious just from what she has said. And she tries to follow Skyla’s advice to not think about it, but that is a whole lot easier said than done when she has already thought about it enough to bring it to the forefront of her mind.
She is not the only one realizing this, though. While Bianca and the professor had not thought much about it either, seeing how nervous Rosa is gets them both nervous as well. Both of them could probably benefit from a trip to the bathroom as well, with things having been so busy that they did not really think about it before now. With all three more concerned with their bladders than anything else, conversation quickly dies off.
Skyla can tell exactly what is going on, as well. Perhaps she should have warned them before they left, but she had not been thinking about it then, and now she realizes too late that they are not nearly as prepared for things as she is. Actually, come to think of it, she is not as prepared as she could be. After all, they were in such a hurry that she not only forgot to remind them to go to the bathroom, but did not really think about it herself.
Even so, she is certain that she is going to be just fine. By now, she is used to having to hold it while she is in the air, she just needs to keep her mind off of it, and focus on the actual task at hand. She definitely will not mention her need to them, not wanting to make them think about it anymore than they have to.
That is how they remain for a while, with nobody mentioning their growing need to anyone else. Everyone is pretty aware of the fact that Rosa has to pee, but she has no idea about Bianca or Professor Juniper, they have no idea about each other, and nobody but Skyla realizes her mistake in not remembering such a vital step in preparing for takeoff. All four of them have to pee, with varying levels of desperation, and they still have to wait until they can actually land before they can even think about using an available bathroom.
Even then, there is no telling just how long it will take them to get to one, but Rosa is trying not to think about that, telling herself that, as long as she can make it until they land, then she is definitely going to be just fine. Anything that comes after that, she will deal with it when she gets there, taking it all as it comes, but right now, this is the only goal on her mind. She just has to hold it until they land, and then she will be okay.
Professor Juniper looks out the window for a moment, wondering if the view can help keep her mind off of things. She is determined to keep a composed and professional appearance, particularly since her assistant and Rosa are both there to see her. Certainly, she does not want them to see her getting desperate, and making a fool of herself as she fights to hold it.
As long as things do not take too terribly long, then that should not happen, she tells herself. Sure, she feels like she needs to go as soon as possible, but even when things start to get urgent, she is sure that she can hold back. After all, she is a fully grown adult and an accomplished Pokemon professor, not some schoolgirl who forgot to go to the bathroom before sitting in for a long lecture.
Not that that is the kind of memory she needs to be dwelling on right now, and she is quick to banish it from her mind, since it is no doubt going to make things worse for her. Either way, she never likes to remember past humiliations like that, not if she can possibly avoid it.
While she is trying to push that memory out of her mind, Bianca is nervously pressing her hand into her lap, hoping that no one else notices. She bites her lip a bit, trying to think of anything other than this, but that proves to be difficult. When her journey first started, one of the biggest troubles that she had was avoiding any embarrassing incidents due to not being used to not having a bathroom readily available at any time, and not being so comfortable with peeing outside.
In most cases, she did not have a choice in the matter if she did not want to wet herself, but those are troubles she has never told anyone about. No one knows that the few times she actually wondered if her father was right, if she needed to go home and stop trying to do things on her own, were when she was bursting to pee, afraid that she was going to drench her panties if she did not find somewhere to go. Now, she likes to think that she has grown out of all that.
Not only is she more than comfortable with peeing outside, when the need arises, but she is more than the trainer she used to be. She is the professor’s assistant, well on her way to becoming a professor herself, and she spends plenty of time traveling, never needing to worry about the things that she used to. The fact that she did not think to go to the bathroom before flying out is her first oversight like that in a very long time, and she is determined not to let it turn into a big problem.
As long as she can keep the others from figuring out that she needs to pee, then everything should be okay. Rosa has called plenty of attention to herself with what she blurted out, so the professor and Skyla should only be thinking about her, rather than worrying about Bianca. Once they land, Rosa will make her mad dash to the bathroom, and Bianca can follow behind her, playing it casual even if she is absolutely bursting.
Just as long as she does not wet herself here in front of the woman she studies under, the pilot generous enough to fly them out, and the young trainer that she is trying to be a shining example to, the trainer that is currently squirming about, not doing a very good job of hiding her desperation.
Rosa feels like she could start to panic at any moment. She never meant for things to get this bad, this quickly, but now that it is all that she can think about, she is so nervous that her nerves just make the urge that much worse. That has pushed her to a point of desperation that she has not experienced in a very long time. Though she would rather try and preserve her dignity a little longer, she soon finds that holding herself might be her only option to keep her bladder under control.
As embarrassing as it may be, she has to do something, even with Professor Juniper and Bianca right there, with Skyla occasionally checking to make sure that they are okay. Blushing furiously, she pushes her hands between her legs, gripping her crotch and whimpering a bit. This is not going to end well for her; already she knows that her chances of actually making it are very slim, even if she does not want to face that horrible possibility. There is only so much running that she can do before she hits the dead end.
Jiggling her legs as she holds herself, she groans and whimpers, unable to come up with any way to take her mind off of it. Fortunately for her, even though the others definitely notice that she has taken a turn for the worse, no one comments on it, and instead, they all pretend not to notice, trying to let her maintain at least a little bit of dignity.
She can’t stand it, and knows that she is at her limit. As if signifying that she is right, a spurt leaks out that she is not able to completely stop, soaking into her panties. It will be no time at all before she has soaked herself entirely, and even picturing something like that is humiliating. She would do anything to avoid that happening for real, but as far as she can tell, she is not going to be able to avoid it.
Skyla is still doing her best to try and hold up, to try and keep her growing desperation to herself. She hopes that she can keep a confident facade until they land, even as her bladder begins to beg her for relief, making it hard to focus. If only she had been more focused before she left, and then maybe she would not be in this situation to begin with.
Either way, she is fairly certain that she is going to make it. Though it seems as if Rosa will not be so lucky, and though she has her doubts about the professor and her assistant, Skyla knows that she has made it through rougher situations before this one, and that she can definitely make it this time. Even if it is definitely going to be rough for her, it is still survivable, which is more than she can say for her passengers.
It makes her feel bad for them, thinking about how much trouble they are going to have. Rosa is probably about to wet herself any second, and there is no telling how the others will hold up once that starts happening. She would not be surprised if it results in all three of them ending up soaked, and then maybe, it would be okay if she…
Shaking her head, she tries to push that thought out of it completely. There is no need for her to start thinking about something like that!
Rosa moans as she feels a leak soaking into her panties, shaking her legs and trying so hard to fight against what she already knows is inevitable. She can’t hold it anymore, much less until they land, and as humiliating as it may be, there is nothing that she can do to stop it. Biting her lip, she still fights with all she has, but she feels another leak escape, and then another, and she already knows that she is completely doomed, causing her to whine loud enough to get the attention of both the professor and Bianca.
Once the two of them realize what is happening, they are decent enough to look away and give her some privacy, but that does nothing to ease her humiliation as she begins wetting herself. Because once it starts, there is no way for her to stop it, and she blinks back tears as her leggings and soaked through, and then her shorts, a noticeable wet spot only growing bigger with each passing second, until there is a puddle forming at her feet, and she has no choice but to accept this humiliation.
Skyla does not need to look back to know what has happened to Rosa, and she feels a stab of sympathy for her. She can’t help but feel at least a little bit responsible, for not remembering to mention the plane’s lack of facilities beforehand, and she certainly knows how Rosa feels right now, can imagine the way that her cheeks must be burning in embarrassment right now.
“Aw, Rosa, it’s okay,” Bianca speaks up, after an awkward silence. She wants to cheer her up, even though her own voice comes out strained, as she finds it very hard to speak right now. This has only made her own predicament that much worse, and she can’t even pretend to hold still anymore. “It’s just as girls here, and we’re not going to tell anyone about…about…”
Even as she tries to comfort her, she finds herself trailing off, struggling to keep her focus. Only now does she start to realize that it is highly unlikely that she is going to make it, and she can feel her panic kicking it. At least she will not be alone, because of Rosa, but that does not make it much easier for her to accept, and definitely will not make it any less embarrassing.
And yet it seems there is nothing else that she can do, with the way that her bladder continues to protest. Bianca has pushed herself to the limit as well, and trying to hold it is, at this point, completely useless. She whimpers, her voice coming out sharp and pathetic, and Professor Juniper finally catches onto the fact that her assistant is just as desperate as her. Even Rosa is brought out of her own daze of humiliation when she sees the way that Bianca is holding herself, trying to stop what is already in motion.
She can’t stop it, no matter how hard she tries, and it is not long before the others see the dark spot growing on her pants, and Bianca is absolutely distraught. It has been a long time since she has been put in a position like this, and she can’t help but feel completely hopeless as she loses control, the wet warmth gushing out of her all at once, causing her to soak her clothes, and make a complete fool of herself.
Not that Rosa is in any position to judge her for it, and Professor Juniper feels nothing but sympathy for her, beyond her own desperation. Bianca sniffles a bit, trying to keep herself from crying in front of the others, but she definitely feels like crying. All she can do is mumble a soft, “Sorry…” though it is not clear who she is trying to apologize to.
Professor Juniper is at her limit by now, and seeing both Rosa and Bianca wet themselves is just about more than she can handle. She no longer tries to hide the fact that she is holding herself, because she is just too far gone to worry about. The other two have made a mess of themselves, so she can’t be bothered to be embarrassed, and just wants to try and see if she can make it out of this dry.
Skyla can already tell that the professor is not going to have much more luck than the others. She is not even surprised at this point, and with the way that her own bladder is bursting, she almost hopes that things play out just like that, because then, she might be able to justify what it is that she has on her mind.
“I’m…I don’t think I’m going to make it either,” Professor Juniper finally admits. What point is there in her fighting so hard, when she is already at her limit? Better for her to just give up now, and give her aching bladder the relief that it needs. So, with a pathetic sigh, she gives in, much to the shock and disbelief of both Rosa and Bianca, neither of whom had noticed just how desperate she also was.
She is embarrassed enough, needless to say, reminded of the sorts of things she had tried to forget earlier, but at the same time, she knows that it could be a lot worst. At least all three of them suffered through this together, and at least she was able to maintain her composure longer than the others, even if she eventually failed.
“I’m really sorry about this,” Skyla says, speaking up at last. “I should have warned you guys, but, to be honest…I kind of forgot about things myself.” She has been considering this for a while, but now, she decides she might as well go through with it, even if she stands a chance of making it until they land.
Rather than wasting her time trying to hold it, she decides to let go, flooding her shorts then and there, so that she can at least try and make the others feel better. This way, all four of them have ended up in the same position, their clothes soaked through and their bladders empty.
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It took me forever to think of a good way to fulfill this prompt; it's such a broad one. Luckily, I remembered one of the all-time best catgirls...
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Day 26: Peeing on the floor Aisha (Outlaw Star)
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The crew members of the Outlaw Star were an unlikely bunch, to say the least. There was Gene Starwind, the brash captain, and Jim Hawkins, his young but intelligent partner. An android known as Melfina served as the ship’s navigator. Rounding out the crew were two deadly fighters: the assassin called “Twilight” Suzuka and Aisha Clan Clan, an enormously strong Ctarl-Ctarl. These aliens looked mostly human, except with cat-like ears and fangs. The entire crew was currently gathered in the dining quarters, enjoying Melfina’s food.
“Hey, this is really good!” Jim said through a mouthful of dumplings.
“Yeah, your cooking’s really improved,” Gene added, helping himself to a beef skewer. Aisha made noises of agreement, but her face was too stuffed for her to form coherent words. The appetites of Ctarl-Ctarl were almost as feared as their brute strength.
“They’re right,” said Aisha once she had finally swallowed. “This stuff’s delicious!”
“Thank you all,” said Melfina, blushing at the compliments.
With her hunger satisfied, Aisha turned her attention to quenching her thirst. She grabbed the nearest bottle and began chugging down the alcohol inside, not coming up for air until the bottle was drained. She smacked her lips in satisfaction, then reached for another.
“Hey, take it easy there!” Gene cautioned as Aisha kept drinking.
“Don’t worry! We Ctarl-Ctarl have incredibly strong constitutions!” Aisha bragged, finishing the bottle.
“That’s not what I meant,” said Gene. “There’s only one bathroom on this ship…”
“Oh, relax,” Aisha scoffed. “Part of that strong constitution is a strong bladder!”
“Whatever,” said Gene, going back to his food.
Strong bladder or not, an hour later Aisha was feeling the effects of all the alcohol. She knew she had to pee, but she didn’t realize how badly until she gave her midsection an experimental poke. Her bladder was so full that it felt like a solid mass, pressing hard against her clothes. A mental image of a pot filled with liquid, a liquid that was sloshing and spilling out, popped into Aisha’s head. She quickly pushed it out, but she couldn’t deny the truth.
“I gotta pee!” she whined to herself.
With her bladder feeling like it was going to burst, Aisha made her way towards the bathroom. It was slow going; she had her hands between her legs to stop any leaks. When she finally arrived, a few drops had gotten out despite her best efforts. With one hand still at her crotch, she knocked on the door with the other.
“Yes?” came Suzuka’s voice from the other side.
“Hurry up in there!” Aisha shouted. “I really need to go!”
“I’m in the shower,” Suzuka replied. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.”
Aisha cursed. Suzuka took forever in the shower! Still, out of respect for her crew member, the Ctarl-Ctarl did her best to hold the massive amount of urine inside her. Sweat poured down Aisha’s forehead from the effort. She hopped back and forth in what was unmistakably a potty dance.
If anyone sees me doing this… Aisha thought, mortified at the prospect. More pee leaked out, dampening her underwear and running down her leggings.
I’m at my limit here! Desperate, Aisha pounded on the door.
“Seriously, hurry up!” she cried.
“I’ll be a few more minutes,” said Suzuka, sounding a little irritated. “Just hold on.”
“No!” screamed Aisha, losing her temper. A fantasy rushed through her head, one of her smashing down the door and jumping on the toilet, to hell with what Suzuka thought. For a moment, Aisha considered going through with it. Then she had a better idea for revenge.
“So, you won’t let me in there to pee?” she said to herself, grinning wickedly. “Well, I’ll show you!”
Moving a few feet from the door, Aisha squatted and pulled down her leggings.
“Take this!” she growled, removing her panties. The second the path was cleared, her bladder let go, spraying out a veritable flood of pee. Aisha smirked as it hit the floor with a loud splash.
“That’s what you get!” she laughed, watching as the huge puddle in front of her continued to spread. “Never mess with a Ctarl-Ctarl when she needs to pee!”
Nearly a minute passed, and Aisha found she still had plenty of urine left in her.
The more the better, she thought, wiggling her hips to really spread it around. The pool of pee in front of her was truly enormous by now, and she had to widen her stance to avoid getting it on her feet. Eventually, however, Aisha’s bladder ran dry. She stood up and flicked off the last droplets with her finger. Pulling her pants back up, she took a moment to admire the results of her handiwork. Bright yellow pee stained the floor, reaching nearly from wall to wall.
“That’ll teach them,” Aisha said with some satisfaction.
Just then, Aisha heard a noise from inside the bathroom.
“All right,” said Suzuka, “I’m done.” Before Aisha could get away, the door opened, revealing Suzuka wrapped in a towel. “The bathroom’s all yours, so- aah!” The assassin jumped back, having nearly stepped in Aisha’s puddle. She stared at it, then at the Ctarl-Ctarl, who was trying her best not to look guilty.
“Aisha,” said Suzuka, her voice cold, “did you just relieve yourself all over the floor?”
“What? No!” cried Aisha. “That was there when I got here! It was, um, Jim! You know that kid, he’s not properly toilet-trained!”
“What’s going on here?” Aisha turned towards the speaker and her heart sunk. Gene and Jim were approaching, attracted by the noise. Gene took one look at the mess and came to the same conclusion as Suzuka.
“What the hell, Aisha?” he snapped. “You can’t just take a leak wherever you want!”
“It wasn’t me!” Aisha protested. “It was… Jim…” Her voice faltered as she saw nobody believed her.
“Oh, please,” Jim scoffed. “I’d never do something like that. Besides, no human could produce that much urine; that has to come from a Ctarl-Ctarl.” With three pairs of accusing eyes on her, Aisha broke down.
“Okay, I admit it!” she shouted, tears welling in her eyes. “I peed on the floor! But it wasn’t my fault! I had to go really, really bad and I-”
“I warned you about this,” Gene interrupted.
“I’m so sorry!” Aisha cried. “Are- are you gonna punish me?” Gene was silent. “Well, are you?”
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Aisha grumbled to herself as she swept the mop back and forth.
“This is humiliating,” she growled. “I’m a proud Ctarl-Ctarl warrior, not a janitor!”
“Hey,” said Gene, “less complaining, more mopping. You’ve still got a lot more to go.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Aisha sighed. She wrung out the mop and got back to cleaning up the mess she had made.
Next time, she thought, I’ll stop at one bottle.
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5 boys and 1 girl went to a sport event.
The girl was the sister from the driver. They spendet a great day together.
Early evening, they stopped on the way to their mini bus, at a beer kiosk.
One beer for each of them. Then a second beer for them, except the driver and the girl.
The driver had to drive and could not drink anymore and girls usually don’t drink so much, especially if they have a full bladder in their belly.
After the second beer said the driver “we have to go now!”
”It is not so late, we have time for another beer.” said one of the boys.
”No we don’t have time, she needs to wee and there is nowhere to go for her.” said the driver and looked to his sister, who was standing with her legs tight crossed.
She did look really sexy, with her short shorts, with a short T-shirt, so short that it shows her nude belly and with her bare legs tight crossed.
The boy said “she is a big girl, she can hold it and ordered one more beer.
”That is what she did all day long, she did holding her pee!”
”She did not wee since early in the morning at home and she told me hours ago that she would need to go.
We can’t make her wait much longer, she will pee her short, if she can’t go soon, she has anyway to wait one and a half hours until she is at home.”said the brother.
”Amazing what girls can endure, she must have a
x-large bladder, to be able to hold it for so long!” answered the boy and did drink from his beer.
The beer, what the girl did drink before, was as well on the way to her already full bladder and increased her urge and her need to wee so much that she could not hide it anymore, how bad she had to go.
The boys did know it now and they could see it on the girls moves how bad the poor was needing to wee .
They did know now that she did not wee since at home and like many of the boys, they were getting totally horny from this circumstances .
To be with a pretty, sexy girl, who shows so much bare skin and who is so desperate for a wee, but can’t go anywhere, had to hold it in, with all that what a girl can do to hold it, was absolutely arousing for the boys.
They started to tease her, so said one of the boys “one last beer and then we go, it will last just a half hour longer.
Can our little wee wee girl endure that so long?”
”Sure i can endure it, but it is no more funny, it hurts a lot.” said the girl, a little bit angry and was standing with her bare legs tight crossed.
Her brother was now angry too, he did not wanted that her sister gets tortured so bad.
He said that this would be absolutely the last beer and he asked the girl if she don’t wanted to squat behind the kiosk.
She did refuse his offer and told him that she would try to hold it until home.
”What does it mean, you try? What happens if you can’t? Do you piss my car then?” her brother asked.
”I can hold it, i can endure that for so long!” she replied.
”She is a strong girl, she can hold it. Let her hold it and don’t bother her!” said all the boys together.
It was obvious that the boys wanted more from the girl and from her desperation, nearly 2 hours more pee holding extreme.
20 minutes later, they went to the mini bus.
The girl walked slowly, with her knees rubbing at each step and her nude thighs pressed together.
Each of the boys was seduced from the moves of her sexy legs and from the fact that she was needing to wee so bad, that they were horny enough , that they would love to fuck her at the moment.
Only half hour on the ride, the boys were bursting to piss, from all the beers they had.
The driver had to stop, to let the boys piss beside the car.
For the boys it was third or the fourth piss, the girl did not wee even one time all day, but she did stay in the bus.
As the boys returned in the bus and the girl said, more to herself and half loud “that is absolutely not fair!!”
The boys could hear that and asked, to tease her “ why, would you need to go too?”
The girl did not answer and did suffer in silence.
The traffic did get heavier, it was only stop and go and the boys did like, that the girl had to hold it longer.
One of them asked the girl if her panties were still dry.
She did not answer.
Arrived in the city, the driver did bring first his friends home, one of the other, before he and his sister went home.
The girl was needing to wee so bad, unbelievable bad, her bladder was swollen and bulging out and since she was alone with her brother in the car, she opened two buttons from her shorts, to give her swollen bladder more room, to take the pressure from outside, had both hands pressed hard between her nude thighs.
The skin from her lower abdomen was totally stretched from her big, bulging bladder and she did massage and caress her bladder to make it less painful.
At home, as she did get out from the bus, she started to leak a little bit, her shorts were dark and wet between her thighs.
Her brother did see the patch but did not talk about it, he did know how hard she was holding and how good she did it!!
As soon as she was at the loo, she started to piss with high pressure, the first time since more than 15 hours. |
This fic takes place in the game Dead by Daylight, though I took a few liberties with the mechanics. I think it's one of my more original ideas for a story. Enjoy!
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Day 27: Bedwetting Feng (Dead by Daylight)
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The four of them sat around the campfire, waiting for the game to begin. Meg Thomas, the energetic athlete. Adam Francis, the resourceful teacher. David King, the rugged scrapper. And Feng Min, the focused competitor. None of them were in the game by choice. It was a horrific affair, a twisted version of hide-and-seek where they were pursued by a killer. The whole thing was controlled by a mysterious entity, one that revived them to force them to play again and again. One day, they hoped, they would escape.
“Bloody hell,” David groaned, “what’s takin’ so long?”
“My guess is that the entity is choosing who to send after us,” Adam suggested. “We’ve been winning a lot lately, so it’s likely to pick someone it thinks we can’t win against.”
“Man, what a scrub!” Feng complained. A former video game champion, she was prone to dropping gamer terms in her speech. “That’s cheating!”
“Hey, we’ve been through a lot,” said Meg. “If the entity thinks it can stop us easily, it’s got another thing coming.”
“I hope you’re right,” Adam muttered.
Fog swirled around the four survivors, and when it cleared they were standing outside a dilapidated gas station. The game had begun.
“Mission start,” Feng whispered. Their objective was to repair generators in order to activate an escape portal, all the while hiding from the killer. The group quickly located the first one beside a burnt-out car. Keeping absolutely silent, Adam motioned for Feng to repair it. Being the most mechanically inclined of the bunch, she nodded and crept over to it. Feng got to work immediately, flipping switches and crossing wires. After a minute of work, the generator lit up in a flash. The survivors quickly moved on; the light would alert the killer.
As the group searched around the back of the gas station, Feng realized two things. First, she was getting sleepy. This struck her as odd; she was used to staying up late for gaming tournaments. Second, she had to pee. This was less of a surprise, but just as inconvenient.
I can’t stop for a pee break! Feng told herself as she found another generator. We gotta get out of here! Besides, I’m sure whoever’s hunting us would smell it or something. No, I’m just gonna have to hold it.
This proved to be harder than Feng had anticipated. As the group crept through the interior of the gas station, the fullness in her bladder was a constant distraction. She gazed longingly at the station’s restroom, but she knew that wasn’t an option. By the time they were done inside, finding and fixing another generator, Feng was fidgeting as she tried to hold it all in.
“This is weird,” Meg whispered. “Why hasn’t the killer showed up yet?”
“Hey, don’t complain,” David replied. He looked over at Feng. “You okay there? You look a little… twitchy.”
“I’m fine,” Feng lied. “I just want to finish quickly.”
“Agreed,” said Adam. “I say we split up into two groups; we need two more generators so it works out perfectly.”
“I’ll go with you,” said David. “Meg, you take Feng.”
With that, the team split, searching opposite areas of the woods around the gas station.
“C’mon, Feng,” Meg whispered as they crept along, “try to keep up.”
“Sorry,” said Feng. Keeping pace with Meg was hard enough without a full bladder, and Feng soon found herself lagging behind. She sprinted forward to try and catch up, but that action sent a spasm through her bladder, and she felt her panties grow damp. Feng bent over and clutched herself to stop the leak.
I’m gonna wet myself at this rate! she thought, horrified. Wait, where did Meg go? Feng looked around, but she couldn’t see her partner in the thick trees. Then she heard a rustling behind her.
“Meg?” Feng whispered. She turned but didn’t see anybody. She felt a brief sensation of pain, then everything went black.
“Feng Min! Feng Min!”
Feng awoke with a start to someone shouting her name.
“Whuzzat?” she mumbled sleepily.
“Get your head off the desk and answer the problem!” the voice barked. Feng looked around, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. She was in a school classroom, and standing at the front was her old math teacher, Ms Hutchinson.
What’s going on? Feng thought. Was I dreaming all that?
“Well?” said Ms Hutchinson impatiently. Feng was about to answer when she felt a jolt run through her midsection. Dream or not, she still had to pee.
“May I please use the restroom?” Feng asked. “I promise I’ll do the problem when I get back.” Ms Hutchinson nodded, and Feng rushed out the door.
Feng ran down the hallway and opened the door to the girl’s room. But when she stepped inside, it wasn’t a bathroom. Instead, it was a massive boiler room, a maze of corridors with a tangle of pipes running through it, and everything bathed in a hellish red light. Confused, Feng turned to leave. But the door had vanished.
“What is going on here?” cried Feng, starting to get frightened. Then she heard footsteps, and saw a strange man at the end of a corridor. He wore a striped sweater and a fedora, but that wasn’t what Feng first noticed about him. The skin on his face was horrifically burned, as if someone had set his entire head on fire. And on his right hand was a glove with knives for fingers.
“Welcome to my nightmare,” the man cackled.
Heart pounding, Feng turned and ran. She had never seen the man before, but she had heard of him: Freddy Krueger, the dream demon. A murderer in life, Freddy had become a master of dreams in death, able to pull victims into the Dream World, a realm where he was all-powerful. And now, Feng was trapped there. She dashed around a corner, only to skid to a halt: Freddy was standing right in front of her.
“Not one for conversation, huh?” he taunted. “That’s okay, most aren’t. All they ever say is ‘No!’ or ‘Help!’ or ‘Oh God, make it stop!’” Freddy laughed wickedly, and Feng fled once again.
Feng turned another corner, and saw to her dismay that it was a dead end. A huge boiler sat at the end of it, hissing and looking like it was going to burst. Feng heard footsteps behind her and she instinctively ran, even though she knew she was trapping herself. She didn’t stop until she nearly smacked into the boiler. Exhausted, she turned and fell to her knees. At the other end of the corridor, Freddy slowly approached.
“No way out now,” he chuckled. Terrified, Feng scooted backwards until her back pressed against the boiler.
This is it, she thought in a panic. I’m done for. In part due to fullness and in part due to fear, her bladder let out a spurt of urine. Great, Feng moaned internally. Not only am I gonna die, I’m gonna piss myself first.
Freddy stepped ever closer, clearly savoring Feng’s fear.
“Time to die!” he snarled, raising his glove. Before he could strike, however, there was a popping sound. Freddy recoiled as a spurt of hot water shot from the boiler, hitting him in the chest. More blasts followed, shooting over Feng and hitting the killer.
“What the fuck?” growled Freddy. “What is this? Wha-” He was silenced by a loud rumbling noise. Feng looked back and saw the boiler shaking, ready to burst. She dodged to the side as it exploded, sending a wave of boiling water crashing down on Freddy. He howled in pain and everything went black again.
Feng woke up, her face damp with sweat and her shorts damp with urine. She looked and saw a yellow puddle on the ground between her legs.
No! I wet myself in my sleep! was her first thought. Her second was, Holy shit, Freddy’s here! The killer stood over her, wet with both the water from the dream and Feng’s pee from the real world.
“You pissed on me, you bitch!” he roared. “I’ll skin you alive!”
“Oh, piss off!” came a shout. A bright light shone from the darkness, right into Freddy’s eyes. He recoiled, and Feng felt a pair of arms pick her up.
“Come on,” Meg urged her. “David’s flashlight won’t last forever!” Feng and Meg ran, with Adam and David joining them shortly after.
“Portal’s open,” Adam explained breathlessly. “Let’s move!” Behind them, Freddy howled with rage. But it was too late; the portal was in sight. In another few seconds, the survivors were through it.
“Game over, bitch!” Feng taunted.
As the fog swirled around them once again, the survivors took a moment to catch their breath.
“That was close,” Meg panted. “Feng, I’m so sorry! I lost track of you and I couldn’t find you! Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” said Feng. She turned red as she looked down at the dark patch on her shorts. “Except I pissed myself like a little kid.”
“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Meg comforted her. “I’m sure I would have wet myself too if Freddy was that close to me.”
“Yeah, right,” said Feng, but she smiled at the attempt to cheer her up.
“Besides,” said Adam, “when you wet yourself, it caused you to wake up. If you had a stronger bladder, you wouldn’t be here by now.”
“I guess so,” laughed Feng. “That’s a new one for you: winning by wetting.”
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