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A/N: Day one, Red, with his twin sister Leaf
Leaf wants to tell her brother that they can stop any time, that he doesn’t need to act so shy around her, but she knows that this isn’t just about her. This path is pretty busy for what they are used to, with so many other trainers stopping them to challenge them to battles. That must be why Red isn’t saying anything, even though his discomfort is becoming increasingly more obvious to her. Not only are there people around to make it more difficult for him to speak, but he also runs the risk of running into someone when he wanders off the path. If he isn’t completely alone, he probably won’t be able to do it.
But Leaf really wishes that she could just tell him that they can stop without embarrassing him, and that he could go behind a tree and be done with it, because she has no idea how much longer it will be until they reach the next town, and no idea if he is going to be able to make it that long. If she can tell that her twin brother needs to pee, then it is probably getting bad for him, and she definitely feels bad for him.
She can’t deny that there is a part of her that finds the idea a little exciting, though she has no idea where that idea came from. Her lust for her twin is nothing new, even if she has not gone so far as to actually tell him that she has feelings for him that are not quite befitting a sibling relationship, but she has never really thought about watching him suffer as particularly sexy. And it’s not as if she is into the idea of him suffering or being in pain or not being able to pee because he doesn’t want to have to do that when he can’t be guaranteed complete privacy, but still, there is that nagging ache between her legs that makes her think some part of this is appealing.
Probably just his desperation, which is still plenty weird, but she pushes it to the back of her mind, deciding to think about that later. It probably isn’t too weird to be into something like that, especially in comparison with falling in love with her twin brother, but even so, right now is not about her. She is more worried about the state Red is in, the way his face is flushed, the look of utter misery in his eyes. As his sister, she can see these subtle changes that others might not be able to, but even she has a hard time reading him sometimes, and that is why she knows that this must be getting pretty bad for him.
Battle after battle, the twins are delayed even more on their way, and she can see the way he struggles to maintain his composure while battling. For the most part, Leaf is just traveling to be out here with him, exploring on her own terms, not as dedicating to battling as he is, so when it isn’t a double battle, Red likes to handle things for her, wanting as much experience as he can get. Today, though it isn’t much, Leaf decides to help him by offering to take on the challengers along the road.
“…thanks,” he says, in a small voice. He is blushing, so he must know that she knows, even if she is trying to be nice by not saying anything. It can’t be much further now, but each time she is stopped to battle with someone, she feels terrible for Red standing back and watching, especially when one of her opponents happens to bring out a water type.
Eventually, though, the crowd begins to thin, until it has been quite some time since either of them have seen another trainer. She expects Red to take this opportunity to excuse himself and go off the path, but he continues to walk forward, hands jammed in his pocket, head hanging low so that she can’t even see the look in his eyes anymore. How bad is it getting now? Why isn’t he doing anything about it?
She starts to speak up, unable to handle it anymore. “Red, why don’t-”
“I don’t know,” he says, and she wants to ask what he means by that. He should be the only one to know why he’s making it difficult on himself. “If there’s anyone else…” he finishes, and then she understands. He is still worried that they might bump into more trainers, that he won’t have privacy. But in a situation this critical, that should be the least of his concerns! There isn’t anyone that either of them can see, so he should just go for it, so that he doesn’t have to be in pain anymore!
“Come on, Red, you know I can guard for you,” she says, trying to ignore the way that idea excites her as well. Standing nearby, listening to her desperate brother empty his bladder, his lone protector…she tries to keep herself from shuddering.
“Just don’t…ah!” Before he can finish his sentence, he groans, and looks briefly panicked.
“Red, are you alright?”
“It’s nothing.” But it isn’t nothing, because Red has stopped walking, frozen in place. Leaf can see the look of sheer distress on his face, and then her eyes drift down slowly, and she sees it, right on the front of his jeans. It’s small, but it’s a darker spot that wasn’t there before, and it is clear that Red has no time left.
“Go on, just hurry! You won’t make it if you don’t hurry,” she urges him, and fortunately, he seems to take her advice to heart this time. He starts to move, starts to turn, but then he is stuck again, freezing up.
“Can’t,” he mumbles, and puts a hand between his legs, grabbing at himself, willing to do anything to stop this, except, apparently, just go .
“Red, you have to! Don’t be stupid, you’re not going to make it anywhere else at this rate, so what does it matter if you might run into someone?” she snaps, hardly able to believe that he is actually being this stupid. But Red shakes his head and looks up at her with the most pitiful expression that she has ever seen on his face.
“No, I mean, I can’t…” He trails off, and she can see it then, spreading out from where his hand is, spreading down his leg, the dark patch expanding as he loses control once and for all, wetting himself right where he stands. “Move…”
Leaf finds that she can’t move either, forced to stand stock still, helpless while she watches her twin brother pisses himself, having pushed himself to his limit. She feels terrible for him, because she knows that this was not something he could help, that he was never going to be comfortable enough to take care of things in the situation that they were in. And that sick part of her that finds this arousing is still there, in the back of her mind, overshadowed by the part of her that feels terrible for her brother.
When she is able to move again, Red has his head hung low, his hand no longer between his legs, his pants visibly soaked. She wastes no time in pulling him into a tight hug, and all he can say is, “Leaf…”
“Don’t worry about,” she says. “Don’t worry about it, Red. We can get you cleaned up in no time.” She has more that she wants to say, more to comfort him, but she holds her tongue, and settles on just holding him . Red relaxes when she hugs him, and she does not need words to make him feel better. Soon enough, she is able to get him off the path, where she sets up camp early so that he can change clothes in privacy, and she washes his soaked clothes so that he doesn’t have to worry about it.
And maybe allows herself to indulge just a little bit, when she is alone with his wet pants and underwear. She plans to tell him about this eventually, but not until after she has made the rest of her feelings clear to him.
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A/N: Day two is Janine, but she also has a crush on her dad because I am a simple being.
It has been a long day of training, and Janine can hardly believe that it isn’t over yet. She knows that her father’s training is intense, and he warned her beforehand that this would be a lot more than what she is used to, but she still insisted on doing things the way that he does, because she wanted to prove to him that she was capable of handling it, that she is grown up enough for it now.
Instead, she is seriously regretting her decision, but too nervous to tell him that she needs a break. She has made it so far, and after begging him to do this, trying to get him to take her more seriously, she does not want him to have second thoughts about her. Janine wants to impress her father, the man that she admires most in the world, the man that she loves just a little too much for it to still be considered familial.
But she has had to pee for what feels like hours now, and they are still training, only just now getting into training their Pokemon. All day, so far, they have focused on their ninja techniques, and now it is time to for their Pokemon, but she is already ready to call it a day, wondering how he manages to go so long without taking a single break. He wasn’t kidding about his training being a lot more intense than what she is used to, but she wishes that he had at least warned her that there would not be one single break.
Not that she is going to say anything to him, no matter how bad it gets. This is all about proving herself to him, and that means that she just has to hold it, all the way until the end. She is Koga’s daughter, so she should be able to handle that, no problem, and no questions asked. Even if she has been holding it for hours, she should still be able to hold it for several more hours, for as long as she has to. She is a ninja, and she is going to be a gym leader someday, so these sorts of skills are necessary.
It sure is hard to focus on their sparring in this state, though. She keeps losing her train of thought as she is reminded of the sharp pangs from her bladder, and she is starting to make stupid mistakes, and if she keeps that up, Koga is going to figure out the problem, or at the very least, he is going to scold her for being so careless. She definitely doesn’t want to be scolded during such an important training session.
Her bladder aches from how full it is and even the slightest movement makes her feel like she is going to lose control, though she never does, always managing to hold back. That is how it should be; she can hold it, no matter what obstacles are thrown her way. That is what Janine keeps telling herself, even as she finds herself squirming in place more and more often, biting her lip whenever she thinks that her father won’t notice.
“Janine, is something distracting you?” he asks suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts. Perhaps she is not being as subtle as she thinks she is.
With her thighs pressed tightly together, she forces herself to stand still as she says, “No, nothing!”
“Are you sure? It seems as though there is something bothering you,” he replies, giving her a long look. She feels like she is sweating under his gaze, like he can see right through her. Koga is a very perceptive man, after all, and he knows her better than anyone else in the world. She still thinks that it is a miracle that he has not yet figured out that she sees him as so much more than just her father, a secret that she knows she always has to keep to herself.
“Not at all!” Janine insists.
“Perhaps it is time that we take a break,” he muses, and she can feel premature relief setting in. “It has been several hours since we started, and I think our Pokemon could use a break from their training as well.” That seems like a strange reason, since they have not been using them for very long, but she decides not to question it, because she really feels like she could burst at any moment.
“Sounds good, I’ll, um…I’ll be right back!” she says, and she is quick to turn to head inside. The only problem is that she can’t go nearly as fast as she would like to. Janine sprints only a few steps before she feels a leak, and her heart feels like it stops, before pounding full force, as the spurt soaks into her panties. She definitely has to slow down, but walking slowly just makes her feel like she isn’t going to make it.
No matter what she does, she isn’t sure if she can do this. The realization hits her hard, and she wills herself to keep going, to keep holding back, to get away from her father so that he at least doesn’t see what she knows she can no longer avoid. All of it is no use, though. She takes step after step, and leaks more and more, until she knows that she has soaked through onto her clothes, and then there comes a leak that she isn’t able to stop, not even when she shoves her hands between her legs, holding herself to try and keep it under control.
There is nothing she can do to stop it. Janine falls to her knees at the same time that her bladder gives out, unable to do anything else, tears welling up in her eyes as the hot liquid pours out of her, soaking through her clothes and puddling around her until it is soaked up by the grass. She tries to keep from crying, but her father is behind her in an instant, and then she can’t stop herself, sobbing like a little girl. Kind of like how she just wet herself like a little girl would.
“Janine…” She feels his hand on her shoulder, but she refuses to look at him. “Janine, you do not need to cry. I thought you might need a break, but…why did you not ask earlier?”
“B-because…we were training together, and you didn’t take a break, so I thought I shouldn’t, because I wanted to…I wanted to…”
“You should never push yourself farther than you can handle, not when training. Pushing your limits is one thing, but this…” He kneels down in front of her, so she isn’t able to look away from him, even though she really wants to. “Janine, it’s alright.”
Koga hugs her to him then, and despite her distress, despite how much she wishes it were anyone other than him, she can’t help but relax into it. He is still her father, and he still has a comforting presence. She might never get over this humiliation, but when he holds her like this, that starts to seem like more of a possibility, and she can’t help but nuzzle closer to him.
“I’m sorry, I just really wanted to impress you.”
“You always impress me, Janine.” He pulls back to give her a reassuring smile, and she is sure that she is just imagining it, because she wants to see it, but it almost looks like he is a little flustered, blushing just a little bit. But that’s probably all in her head; despite her feelings, he will likely only ever see her as his little daughter.
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A/N: Day 3 features Falkner and my actual battle strategy in his gym battle when I played HeartGold.
Falkner is just about to take a break from his training when Lyra walks in, eager to get very first gym battle underway. He has been working hard for a while now, so he knows that he should probably just go on while she is dealing with his gym trainers, but then, he is worried about how that might look. What if she gets there quickly and he somehow gets held up between here and the bathroom, and she has to wait for him?
He is trying his best to be the best gym leader that he can be, and he has a lot of concerns and insecurities that leave him worried every time a challenger shows up. Today, he already knows that he is going to stand right here, to create the perfect image of professionalism, while he waits for her to challenge him. Then, he will hopefully defeat her, but either way, he will not be going to the bathroom until this battle is done, no matter how badly he has to pee right now.
It’s nothing that he can’t manage, and he is confident in his ability to hold it by the time she reaches him, beaming. From what he can tell, she only has one Pokemon, her Chikorita. Already, he knows this is not going to be a long battle, not when he has more Pokemon than her, and a distinct advantage over her. This will take no time at all, and his trip to the bathroom will barely be delayed. All he has to do is ignore the throbbing of his bladder for just a little while longer, and that will be all there is to it.
Except that isn’t how things end up going at all. His attacks are super effective against the Chikorita, but she is a few levels about his own team, it seems, and strong enough to take some hits, and what’s more, Lyra came prepared. Per league rules, Falkner is not allowed to stay as stocked up on potions as the trainers are, but the trainers can throw as many potions as they want at their team, and it is all completely legal, which seems to be Lyra’s strategy.
That, and poisoning his Pokemon, and he does not have any antidotes or restores on hand today, just his luck. It is immediately obvious what she is trying to do: a battle of attrition. If he fails to faint her Chikorita, she will just keep healing up every turn that it starts to look risky, and attack when she feels like she can, but either way, his Pokemon take damage because of the poison. It is a frustrating strategy, but not against the rules, so Falkner can’t say anything about it.
And maybe he might not be half as frustrated if he were not bursting to pee, but right now, time isn’t exactly on his side. The longer the battle drags on, the worse off he is, and by the time she has used her tactics to faint his first Pokemon, he is standing with his legs together, trembling and trying to ignore the pain from his bladder. It has already been way too long, and they are still not done yet, and her bag looks like it is positively overflowing with potions right now.
Until he manages to knock her out with one shot, she can just keep coming back from it, and just keep prolonging the battle, and prolonging his visit to the bathroom. Falkner can feel tears threatening to well up just from how bad it is getting, his fists clenched tight at his side and his toes curling in his shoes. It takes all that he has not to put a hand between his legs to grab himself, to start holding himself like a desperate child, because he has never had to pee this terribly in all his life.
Why didn’t he just go to the bathroom when he had the chance? His attempts at professionalism mean nothing when he is left on the verge of wetting himself in front of this oblivious challenger, who keeps chipping away at his Pokemon, taking her sweet time in defeating him, because she did not even attempt to assemble a team that could take him on in a real fight. She probably just rushed right here, so excited for her first battle that she never considered putting in real work. Her strategy is probably not even a strategy as much as it is something that she has come up with in the moment, to keep herself from losing.
Falkner is going to lose this battle, as well as the battle against his bladder. The first one is bad enough, but the second might be the worst, most humiliating thing that he can imagine, and he has no choice, not when the battle is going, not when he is right there on the edge, small dribbles leaking out every minute or so now. He isn’t going to make it, and no matter how tough of a front he may put on, that is not something that he can change or control.
But then Chikorita lands a critical hit. Somehow, despite the lack of effectiveness, Lyra’s Chikorita lands a critical hit, and when the poison kicks in again, Falkner has lost, and he should never be happy about a loss- he isn’t happy about this loss- but he just wants to go to the bathroom. He just doesn’t want to wet himself, not in front of this challenger, not when he has fought so hard. Standing stock still, he urges her forward to get her badge, not even trusting himself to move at this point.
She needs to just get out of here, and then he can hold himself as much as he wants as he hurries to the bathroom, but for now, he just needs her to take the badge from his hand and leave, before he…before he…
His bladder gives out right as Lyra takes the badge from his hand and he hisses and groans, startling her as he tries to fight it, tries to stop the stream before it can become too intense, but it is no use. Soon enough, she is looking down, watching in shock as a puddle grows at his feet, as he completely pisses himself, his bladder pushed beyond its limits, his body not able to handle anything else.
Falkner has never been so humiliated in his life. Not only did she defeat him in battle with only a Chikorita, but he could not even manage to hold his bladder through presenting her with her gym badge. It is all he can do to mumble his congratulations, and then his apologies, before he turns to flee, not sure if he is going to be able to accept anymore challenges today. |
A/N: Leon gets lost on his way to meet up with his girlfriend, so Gloria is stuck waiting for him.
Gloria expected Leon to be late to meet up with her. He always is, at least a little bit late, because no matter how clear her directions are, he manages to get turned around at some point, and it takes him quite a while to get things figured out and find his way to her. She is used to him being late, but he is running seriously late today, and she really wishes that he would hurry it up, because things are not looking good for her.
The thing is, she has been waiting for him so long now that she does not want to leave their meeting spot. If she does, he might show up and get confused, and assume that he is in the wrong place because she is not there waiting for him. At this point, she has been waiting for so long that she has to see it through until the end, which is really unfortunate for her, because she has had to pee for a long time now, and it is finally getting to the point that she is not sure if she can keep managing it.
Leon needs to hurry up already, because otherwise, things are not going to end well for her, not at all. With her thighs pressed tight together, she bites her lip and tries to think about how close the nearest bathroom is. If he hurries up, she can dash there and take care of things, but if she were to hurry now, there is still no guarantee that she would be back before he showed up, because she honestly has no idea where he is right now, or how close he is. None of his descriptions have made any sense to her, making it that much harder for her to give him new directions, as well as making it hard to calculate when he will get here.
Groaning, she checks her phone again, as if looking at the time is going to do her any good. She is seriously at her limit, or at least close, and can’t remember having to pee this badly in her entire life. At the beginning, she thought about going, but still had that naive hope that he might not be too late this time, and by the time she realized that she had plenty of time, she had already passed into the point she is at now, too afraid to leave the spot in case he does finally find her.
At this point, she would even consider going off to a bush, but even that does not guarantee her the time she needs, and if she is close enough to see the meeting point, then Leon will definitely catch her in the act, and that is the absolute last thing that she wants to happen. It is going to be embarrassing enough, making a mad dash to the bathroom as soon as he shows up, but like hell she is going to let him catch her peeing in a bush.
Her boyfriend may be a complete idiot, but he is everything that she could ever want in a man, and it took a lot of effort to finally catch the eye of the handsome, older man. She doesn’t want to do anything to mess this up, and so, she just has to endure the pressure on her bladder, just has to endure until he finally gets here. He hasn’t stood her up; every time he gets lost, he sends her countless texts apologizing and promising that he will be there as soon as possible, so she is used to that part.
Gloria’s legs are shaking now, and she starts squirming in place, trying to do anything that she can to alleviate the pressure. Rubbing her thighs together and hopping from foot to foot help for a little while, but it is not long before even those do not help, and she is really starting to get worried. If Leon were to walk up and not find her here, or find her in a compromising situation, would that be worse than her wetting herself? She is pretty sure it wouldn’t, that wetting herself is the absolute worst possible outcome, but the realization comes to her too late.
As she starts to take a step forward, ready to find a bush and get it over with, she leaks. Her heart races as she forces it to stop before it can turn into anything more, but she knows that this means she is really at her limit. Another step, and she leaks again, her panties growing damper by the second, but if she can’t walk at all, then this really is hopeless for her, and she doesn’t want to accept defeat, not when she has made it so far.
Gloria jams her hands between her legs, knowing that this makes her look ridiculous, but doing anything she can to avoid fully wetting herself. Just as long as Leon does not see her like this, then nothing else matters. She takes a few shaky steps, knowing that it is going to be close, but she does not have to make it that much farther, just a little bit more, and then…
“I’m so sorry I’m late!” Leon cries out, and she freezes up, dropping her hands at once. “Gloria? What’s up?” He definitely saw what she was doing, but she can’t bring herself to turn around and face him, can’t bring herself to move at all. There are no words to describe her panic, especially as she hears his footsteps, growing closer and closer to her, until he is right there next to her.
“Gloria, did you hear me? Is something wrong?” he asks. She needs to get away from him, she needs to make sure that he doesn’t look at her, at the very least, but she can’t move at all, and she can’t even speak, and then it is all over for her. It all comes gushing out of her at once, soaking through her panties with ease, running down her legs, and Leon keeps trying to get her attention, until he finally notices that his girlfriend is pissing herself right in front of him.
“Oh, was that…was that the problem?” he asks, in a soft voice, and she nods weakly, tears running down her cheeks. As soon as he realizes this, he says, “Whoa, no, don’t cry! I’m really sorry, I should have gotten here sooner, I should have…” To her surprise, he does not turn away from her or mock her or dump her. Instead, he pulls her into a hug, not seeming to mind the fact that she is still peeing full force, holding her even as she tries to get away.
“No, none of that, Gloria,” he says, hugging her tighter. “It’s alright, and you’re going to let me hold you until you stop crying, alright?”
“You’re going to get wet,” she mumbles, and he laughs.
“That’s just fine by me, as long as I can make you feel better. Maybe that can be my punishment for being so late,” he replies. Gloria can hardly believe that he is taking this so well, but then, Leon has always been a kind person. Maybe it was stupid of her to worry about his reaction, maybe it was stupid of her to worry about anything. It was definitely stupid of her to let it get to this point, but even when she feels like an idiot, she feels worlds better having her own idiot hugging her close.
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A/N: Ethan gets his turn today
It would be way too embarrassing to ask her to stop just so that he can run off behind a tree. Ethan is sure of that, and even though he knows it would be a lot more embarrassing if he were not able to make it, he doubts that is going to come to that. He is going to be just fine, as long as they make it to the next town before too long. It is not often that he runs into Lyra on the road, and even less often that they are going to the same place, and are able to travel together, and he really does not want to ruin it by embarrassing himself like that.
Ethan is used to being on the road, and used to not having bathrooms readily available, and it’s not like peeing outside is that big of a deal to him. It is only an issue because Lyra is at his side, and he wants to look good in front of his neighbor and long time crush, and he worries that she might think it’s gross for him to do something like that while the two of them are walking together.
He has been on the road for hours now, and was just thinking about stopping to take care of that growing need when he had run into her. For a little while, he was able to forget about it, but now that they have been walking for even longer, it is really hard for him to push it out of his mind, the need becoming that much more persistent, as his bladder decides to protest every little step that he takes.
But Ethan is going to be just fine, and he knows that. It may feel bad, but he is just overly aware of it right now. If he had something to distract him, he would probably not notice it at all, and it would not be a big deal for him. And before long, they are going to be at a Pokemon Center, where it will not be weird for him to dash to the bathroom, and maybe then Lyra might want to spend even more time with him, and they might be able to go out for a bit, and he might be able to count it as a date, or maybe even actually get up the nerve to ask her on a date…
If only thinking about that sort of thing could help distract him from the pressure in his bladder. Even talking to her does not do much to offer a distraction anymore, though, and he wishes that there were something else to distract him, because he is certain things would not be as bad, if he just had some way to keep himself from thinking about how he feels like he might leak with every step, like he is really pushing his limits here.
Negative thinking like that only makes it worse, and he knows that, but…gritting his teeth, he tries to push those thoughts away. It may still be a while yet, but he knows that he is going to make it, that there is no way he’s not going to make it. He isn’t a kid anymore, after all, and Lyra is right here next to him. Ethan would never embarrass himself that much in front of her, and if he’s going to look good in front of her, then he needs to make sure that she never even guesses at the fact that he has to pee.
“Ethan, you seem out of it,” she says, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Is something wrong?”
“Huh? Not at all, why would you say that?” he asks, giving a laugh that probably sounds forced to her. She doesn’t look convinced, and when she is looking at him so intently, it’s really hard to keep a smile on his face, to keep his legs from trembling as he resists the urge to squeeze his thighs together. He really, really needs to find a bathroom soon, but there isn’t one around and they still have a ways to go, and Lyra is starting to figure him out.
“You just seem like something is bothering you. If you need to stop for a little while, we don’t have to keep going right away,” she suggests, but that is the worst idea right now. He doesn’t need to delay this anymore, and he is quick to protest.
“No! I mean, um…I’m good to keep going, so…” But Lyra stops then, and he has to force himself not to take off running without her, so desperate that he can hardly think straight.
“There’s definitely something up, Ethan. You can’t hide that from me,” she replies, giving him a long stare. He can’t hold still for long, not even under her gaze, not without losing control, and it isn’t long before he is squirming, just a little bit, hopefully subtly.
“I’m…really fine…”
“Ethan, do you need to pee?” she asks, barely sounding like she believes it even as she says it. And why would she believe it? He realizes how stupid he must look, fighting against it even though he is about to wet himself, and even though they are in an area with plenty of cover, if only he could make his excuses for himself.
“I…I just…I’m fine,” he lies, his knees buckling a bit as he feels a leak escape, soaking into his shorts. He is so far from fine right now. “It won’t be much longer now, so I…”
“Come on, you don’t have to wait till we get to the Pokemon Center,” she argues, and at this point, he knows that he isn’t going to make it that far anyway. And as much as he wanted to avoid this, the fact that she is able to figure him out so easily means that he has already lost out when it comes to looking cool in front of her. Now, he just needs to do whatever is necessary to not ruin things further by pissing himself in front of Lyra.
Except he can’t move. Ethan tries to take one single step forward, and his control slips so much that he has to go still again, legs tight together, as he tries to cut off the flow, losing a leak so powerful that it might show on his shorts, if they were a lighter color. If Lyra were to look closely, she would be able to tell that he is already losing it, and his eyes widen in terror.
“What is it?” she asks, but he doesn’t answer. What is he going to do? He can’t be at the end already, not when he was so close…not when he’s right in front of her. But he can’t move, and when he tries again, he looks down in horror, because this time, the leak that escapes is strong enough that it makes it past his shorts, and Lyra follows his gaze, to see it run down his leg.
“Ethan…?”
“Please don’t look at me,” he mumbles, just before he loses control completely. Lyra hesitates for a moment before turning around completely, but that doesn’t make that much of a difference. She saw enough, and she can hear it hissing out of him, and she knows, and everything is ruined now. Gone are his chances of getting a date with her today, or any day. Gone are his chances of having her look at him as anything other than the same little kid he was when they first met.
“Sorry,” he says, once his exhausted bladder is finally empty, once his shorts are completely soaked through. “You can just go on without me, I think I’m just gonna…just gonna set up camp out here so I can get all of this…” He realizes that his voice is breaking because he is trying not to cry; Lyra realizes this at about the same time, and turns back around without hesitation, and pulls him right up against her in a hug.
“Then I’m going to stay with you. Don’t be stupid, Ethan,” she says, and he can’t even think to protest as she hugs him tight. “You shouldn’t push yourself just for me.”
“But I just didn’t want you to…”
“You shouldn’t worry about things like that. I’m going to stay right here with you, so you can hurry up and get ready to get going again. Otherwise, we’re not gonna have any time for our date,” she replies, pulling back to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Ethan is so stunned that it takes him a while to even understand what it is that she is saying.
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A/N: Kiawe and Moon aren't related, but they roleplay like they are
Moon is always excited to go on dates like this with Kiawe. Her boyfriend is nineteen and she is fourteen, and though the age difference might raise more than a few eyebrows, it is just perfect for what they need. He is just the right age to be her older brother, even if some people might think that he is too old to be her boyfriend, and he loves having her as a little sister. When he takes her out, he spoils her just like she is his sister, and the two of them play pretend, having the perfect brother-sister day out.
She loves it, and that’s why she doesn’t want to interrupt it for anything, not even a very pressing matter that only gets worse with time. Kiawe spoils her so relentlessly, letting her have whatever she wants, and maybe she should have been more careful about how much she had to drink, because now, she really needs to pee, but also really doesn’t want to say anything about it. Not only is she embarrassed, but she’s having too much fun to want to put a pause on it for any reason, even for a short amount of time.
It’s starting to get unbearable, though, as she and Kiawe pass through shops, and it is only when she decides she might be better off not pretending anymore, and actually looking for a bathroom, that she realizes she doesn’t actually see very many. They are in an area with a lot of small, touristy shops, so maybe it makes sense for there to be no public bathrooms, but what is she going to do now? She has no idea when this date is going to end, and has a feeling that she isn’t going to make it until the end, but she doesn’t want to tell Kiawe that, and have him disappointedly call the rest of the day off just so that he can get her to a bathroom.
“You’re really quiet, sis,” he says, snapping her out of her thoughts. He looks so blissful to be able to call her that, to be able to pretend like this, a complete contrast to how stoic he was when they first met. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, yes!” she lies, trying to hide any signs of discomfort. “I’m having so much fun, big brother!” She never gets tired of the way that he grins when she calls him that, but it’s definitely not enough to distract her from the way her bladder is absolutely throbbing right now.
“I think we’ve seen about all there is to see here,” he says, “so do you want to move on? There was a really nice park near here, I thought you might like to walk there.”
“That sounds so great,” she replies, excited in more ways than one. There is a chance there might be a bathroom in the park, and that will solve her problems. She is past the point of pretending that she can get away with not going at all, ready to put that pause on their day, if only it means that she can finally pee, after holding back for so long. It hurts, and each step that she takes only adds to that pain, but she does what she can to try and keep Kiawe from figuring her out.
By the time she reaches the park, she feels like she might reach her limit at any moment. Her panties are a little bit damp from some leaks that she was not able to stop, so she knows that she is cutting it close. She wants to hope that she is close to relief, but it seems like no matter where she looks, it is all nature, with no sign of any buildings, and Kiawe has them walking at such a slow pace that they hardly make any progress.
Moon is not able to hold back a whimper, and immediately, Kiawe’s full attention is on her. “What’s wrong?” he asks, worried from the start. And when he sees just how tense she is, how much worse she has gotten since the last time that he really looked at her, there is no way for her to convince her that she’s doing just fine. “Moon, what is it? Are you sick? Is something wrong?”
“No, I just…I just…” She doesn’t want to tell him, but she has no choice. “I really…I need to pee, and…”
“Oh, uh…I guess I didn’t think about that when I planned all of this, but there really haven’t been very many bathrooms around,” he says, his tone sympathetic. “Do you think you can make it back home?”
Not a chance, but she wants to pretend like she can, even though she knows that will end disastrously. Except that disastrous ending is so close now that she can’t even pretend to try to fend it off, whimpering as she looks up at him, panicked and realizing that she is already far past the point of being able to stop this. Kiawe looks down at her, waiting for an answer, only for his eyes to widen once he sees the small, dark spot on her shorts beginning to spread out, as tears start to roll down her cheeks.
“Moon, are you…” He trails off, probably realizing that he does not need to finish that question. She wants to beg him not to look at her, but she just keeps crying as he stares, watching it run down her legs as the stream becomes more powerful. All the while, the relief is absolutely amazing, but it can’t be outweighed by the humiliation of something like this happening in front of Kiawe.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffs, once she is empty. “I ruined…I ruined the whole date…”
Kiawe pulls her tight against his chest then, squeezing her as he says, “No, you didn’t, it was…I mean…I should be the one apologizing. I’m a terrible big brother. I don’t know what got into me, I just…”
When he holds her like this, their bodies pressed together, she can feel something that she isn’t sure she is supposed to be able to feel. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”
“I knew that you…I could tell, but I didn’t say anything. It was so cute, I didn’t say anything,” he confesses, and she can feel her confusion growing. She feels like she should be mad at him for this, but somehow, anger never comes. “You just looked so cute, and then because of me, all of this happened. I’m so sorry, little sister.”
It is slowly dawning on her exactly what he means, and exactly just how much he enjoyed this incident, even if he is sorry about it. She should definitely be mad at him, but as she clings to him and lets herself be spoiled by her “big brother,” she starts to see the positive side to all of this.
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A/N: Roark day
Roark has such a bad habit of getting distracted when something really interests him. It has been a problem for all of his life, but he sometimes like to pretend that it has gotten better as he has grown. Sometimes he can even believe that, but when he is in the mines, there is no denying the fact that, once something has really caught his attention, there is no hope of anything else getting through to him.
Even if that something else has to do with his own body.
It has been a while since it has been this bad for him, at least. Today is just a big day for him, his first day free to spend as much time mining as he wants, when he feels like he might be on the verge of finding some never before seen fossils beneath the city. Roark is interested in mining from both a researcher’s standpoint and from a building standpoint, and while he works to fulfill his dream of creating a broad tunnel system, he is also on the hunt to further his fossil research.
Lately, the gym has kept him incredibly busy, so today is a very big day for him, and that is why he starts to slip into his old bad habits. There is so much going on around him that he barely notices what is going on within him, and ignores any signs that he might need to pee, despite the fact that he is keeping very well hydrated down her, and therefore filling his bladder quite a bit.
Roark remains oblivious to the slight twinges that start up at the beginning, and even manages to ignore when it starts to get a little worse, a few pangs here and there as his bladder tries to signal that it needs relief. It would not be the first time that something like this happened, and he has had plenty of close calls trying to get to a bathroom because he got so easily distracted. However, he has only had close calls in adulthood, and has not had a full-on accident since he was still a child.
Roark’s body reacts on its own, and he only starts to realize that he needs to pee when he notices his foot tapping while he is trying to stand still. Only then does he notices just how much his bladder aches, and he is surprised to feel such an intense urge coming on all at once. If he had been paying more attention, of course, he would have felt it building steadily, rather than thinking that it was all at once, but at this point, that is neither here nor there.
Now that Roark is aware of the fact that he has to pee, he wonder if he should head back out. He is pretty deep in here, so he should probably get started soon, but there is still a part of him that does not want to stop just yet, even if he knows he can always come right back. There is always the option of doing right here, since there is no one else around, but something about that just does not sit well with Roark. It feels not only lazy, but also disrespectful to the area.
So maybe it would be better for him to start heading back, as much as he hates to leave at all. At least he did not let things go too far, because once he starts walking, he can really tell just how bad it already is. Leaving is definitely the right idea, because otherwise, this is not going to end well. Roark is thankful that there is no one else down here with him, because he finds himself stumbling a bit as he walks.
Maybe it’s even worse than he originally realized, and maybe he needs to start hurrying. But when he tries to pick up the pace, he almost feels like he might leak, and has to slow down again. Like this, he can only hope that he is able to make it even going at his current pace. He can’t believe he managed to get that distracted, that his bladder got this full without him noticing at all.
A hand darts between his legs before he can stop himself, and though he wants to drop it, embarrassed by this, he thinks it might be a good idea to keep holding himself, at least until he is back out and has to pretend he is not on the verge of wetting himself. For now, though, he might really need this, and he groans to himself.
He manages to keep a steady pace right up until he feels a spurt escape him, and he stops short, gasping and tightening his hold on himself. This is no good, and he might not be able to stop holding himself without losing control completely, so if he goes back out, people are going to see him like this, and he doesn’t want to have to deal with that humiliation. And, at the same time, he knows wetting himself is an even worse humiliation, which only leaves one option, the main thing that he was trying to avoid doing.
But if he has no choice, then he has no choice. He’ll just have to piss in here- at this point, it is no longer out of laziness, even if it does still feel disrespectful. He just has to move his hand away so that he can undo his pants, and then…
Roark just moves his hand for a second, and immediately, he gasps and grabs at himself again, trying to stop another strong leak. But it isn’t enough, not anymore, and he has made his decision a bit too late for it to actually matter. Next thing he knows, he has his hands pressed against the cave wall for support as he slumps forward, whimpering as he pisses himself, his bladder unable to take it for even a moment longer, not even the time it would take to get his pants out of the way.
His gray pants are very quickly soaked through, as he makes a complete mess of himself. There is going to be no way for him to make it anywhere without someone seeing him and figuring out what happened. As his stream starts to slow to a stop, he wonders hopelessly if there is anything that he can do, only to turn around and see a very surprised young trainer standing behind him.
From the look on her face, it is pretty clear that she has seen everything. For a moment, they are both silent, before she finally speaks up to say, “U-um, hi! You’re Roark, right? I was supposed to come find you, for, uh…my gym battle!”
As if this couldn’t get any worse, the girl is cute as hell too. Roark has no choice but to leave with her, but there is a very big part of him that is tempted to award her the badge right here and now, as a means of bribing her to forget this ever happened.
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A/N: Today it's Acerola with some implied stuff with Nanu because...man, if I were her, I so would.
For the most part, Acerola really does love being a trial captain. As a descendant of the long gone royal family, she does love to take part in any island traditions that she can, feeling closer to her family, to her ancestors, that way. And it gives her a chance to help new trainers, and helping people has always been something that she is passionate about, hence all the care that she gives to the children at the Aether House. Overall, she really loves being a trial captain, but sometimes, she gets a little tired of it.
Or, at least, right now she is tired of standing around waiting for the trainer to emerge from the abandoned supermarket, because she wants to be able to go back home so that she can go to the bathroom. It had not been that big of a deal when things started, but they have been in there for a while, and at this point, her bladder is nagging at her nearly constantly, making her squirm around outside, glad that there is no one around to see her all the way out here.
Still, she is going to have to rush back if she is going to make it to the bathroom without incident. She is used to having to hold it, with a busy schedule like hers, but even so, that does not make desperate situations like this any more bearable, and she is left gritting her teeth, trying to think about anything else, anything besides how much she wants to just drop her panties, lift her dress, and let go right here in the open.
And she would have done it by now, but she keeps getting caught up in the worry that the trainer will emerge right at that moment, and catch her squatting outside. Hardly a good image for a trial captain to have, so she has to keep fighting her need, until they finally emerge, ready to prove that they have completed their trial. Acerola feels premature relief setting in, which she also has to fight against, lest her bladder get the wrong idea, as she finishes up the final formalities, including teaching them how to use their new crystal.
But then she can send them on their way, considering for a moment that she should probably warn them about the nature of the island’s current kahuna…but she really has other business to attend to, and the trainer can figure that out for themselves soon enough. Or she can just put some pressure on him to actually do his job for a little bit, to make up for the fact that she did not do anything to prepare the trainer for him.
Either way, she hurries as quickly as she can to get back to home, only running as fast as her bursting bladder will allow her. Fortunately, it is not a very long walk, and even when she can’t run as fast as she would like to, it still does not take her very long before the Aether House is coming into view. She is finally almost there, and not a moment too soon; she feels like she could absolutely burst.
“Acerola! Acerola!”
But she should have known that it would not be this easy. Even though it has only been a couple hours since they last saw her, the children are as needy as ever, acting as if she had completely abandoned them, as if they never expected her to come back. They whine and trail after her, grabbing her arm or grabbing at some part of her dress, trying to keep her right there, so that she can give all her attention to them.
“It’ll be just a minute, okay? I can play with you guys as much as you want, but in a minute,” she promises them, trying to keep her voice even so that they can’t tell just how desperate she is right now. She is on the verge of wetting herself, and no matter how she tries to reassure them, she does not make it even a few steps before another child is trying to stop her, trying to beg her for attention.
Her room is not too far, and once she makes it into her room, she has her own bathroom right there, where she can take care of this, and then she can give them all the attention they feel like she is denying them. Step by step, she keeps pressing on, promising them all the while that she will be right back, if they all just wait patiently. After what feels like hours, but was really only a handful of minutes, she is opening the door to her room, pushing past it while nudging the child who tries to follow her in back out.
“I’ll be right back,” she promises, closing the door behind her, alone at last. She turns around, eyes drifting closed, and falls to her knees then, unable to wait a second longer, and certainly unable to make the rest of the trip to her bathroom, just across the room from her.
Her panties are soaked through almost immediately as it all starts rushing out of her, soon puddling on the ground beneath her as she tips her head back and moans with relief. She would be a bit more humiliated by all of this if she had not been able to make it to her room, but at least like this, she is completely alone, where she can get everything cleaned up and act like it never happened. And at least she can empty her bladder now, after being made to wait much too long, in the privacy of her own room, even if the bathroom proved to be too far out of reach.
At least, she assumes her room is still private, until she opens her eyes, her bladder empty. She is just about to stand up so that she can get cleaned up when she jumps, realizing that she is not alone at all. Sitting on her bed, Nanu looks over to her and asks, ever so casually, “So, long day?”
“And what are you doing in here, Uncle Nanu?” she asks, closing the distance between the two of them, rather than heading for her bathroom, where the towels she needs to start cleaning up are. The kids might be kept waiting just a little bit longer, it seems.
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A/N: Today, Hilbert gets scared in his Halloween costume even though it's currently Christmas
Hilbert is getting seriously nervous now, even though he keeps telling himself that there is nothing to worry about. Just because it is really dark and he is slightly lost does not mean that anything bad is going to happen to him. This island is only so big, so if he just keeps going in the same direction, he is bound to end up somewhere, and he hopes that he ends up there soon.
He is trying to use this season to help cure himself of his fear of ghosts, but so far, that does not seem to be going very well for him. In fact, when it gets dark like this, and he is all by himself, his fear feels just as intense as ever. That is the main reason that he wants to get himself back to civilization as quickly as possible, but there is something else that is driving him as well.
He has to pee terribly, and he really does not want to stop and do it along the road, even though he is pretty sure that he could get away with it right now. If he really is alone, then there is no problem with it, but his big fear is that he isn’t alone, and that if he let his guard down for even a second, something terrible might happen. Pissing in the woods just leaves him a little too vulnerable for his tastes right now.
So he needs to keep all of his focus on making sure that he is safe and as alone as he thinks that he is. His bladder is simply going to have to wait, even if he feels like he is absolutely bursting right now, even if he has to pee worse than he can ever remember having to pee in his life. It has been a long day, and he honestly can’t remember when the last time he went to the bathroom was, but it had to have been hours ago, back when it was still daylight.
The fact that he got separated from the others is bad enough. He, Acerola, and Bettie had been on a roll collecting candy and winning battles, and he had been able to keep up his bravado then, promising to protect the girls, managing to hide his overwhelming fear of ghosts the entire time. But now that he is all by himself, in the dark, he is absolutely terrified.
Hilbert stops for just a second, squeezing his thighs together and hissing softly, trying to get over the sudden surge of desperation, certain that he is about to spring a leak. But he doesn’t, and he manages to keep it together just by pausing like that, and is back on his way soon enough. One reason to be grateful for being alone, as scary as it may be, is that there is no one around to tease him for his predicament. He would be humiliated if anyone could see him like this.
And it only gets worse as time goes on. He finds himself stopping more and more frequently, sometimes grabbing himself so that he can try and keep from leaking. Sometimes that is not exactly successful, and it is not long before his underwear have started to grow damp. Letting his guard down to pee sounds more and more appealing with each step that he takes, but he is just too terrified to do that. He wants to go to a nice, well-lit, ghost-free, indoor bathroom, and he does not think that should be too much to ask right now.
All he has to do is keep holding it. He thinks he might see some light in the distance, and he desperately hopes that means he is on the right track, and not falling into some ghostly trap. Even thinking like that nearly makes him piss his pants in fright, so he convinces himself that he is definitely going in the right direction, that there is nothing to be afraid of.
That’s right, there is nothing to be afraid of. He is not too far from his destination, he can definitely hold it until then, and he is not going to run into any harmful ghosts out here. Hilbert is going to be just fine, because there is nothing to scare him out here-
Someone bursts out from the bushes right in front of him, and he lets out a loud shriek of terror, one that is matched by the being in front of him.
A shriek is not the only thing that he lets out, though. No matter how hard he may have fought up until now, his bladder simply can’t stand up to this level of terror, and he only realizes that he is pissing himself when he feels the warmth spreading down one of his legs. He looks down then, to see that he is definitely soaking his pants, and then he looks up again, and realizes, much to his horror- horror of a different sort- that this is no ghost or otherworldly being in front of him.
No, the person that just startled him, and subsequently witnessed him pissing his pants in terror, is none other than a Ghost trainer from his home region. Shauntal seems just as startled as he does, but at least she can say that this didn’t cause her to wet herself, unlike Hilbert.
“Oh, it’s you!” she says. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to…scare…you…” She trails off as she looks down, finally noticing what is happening with him. “Oh, um…I…I was just looking for…”
“It’s alright,” he says with a sigh. This is far from ideal, but at least it was someone like Shauntal, more likely to feel nearly as flustered and awkward as he does. He can think of more than a few people he would sooner die than have see him like this- Hilda comes to mind, and even some of Shauntal’s own coworkers- so in comparison, she does not seem so bad. “I was lost too. For a while, obviously.”
“Yes, well, um…we’re not too far from…I mean, I wasn’t that lost! I can help you find your way! I was just looking for Morty and Agatha,” she explains. “I got so distracted thinking about other things that I just lost track of them. But I can look for them later.”
As embarrassed as he is right now, he can’t deny that it would be great to have someone walk him back. And if he were not so embarrassed, he might even allow himself to get excited about being alone with Shauntal for a little while. “Thank you so much,” he says. “And sorry about all this.”
“No, I’m sorry! Now, let’s get going,” she says, as she begins to lead the way. Even with how humiliating tonight is, he starts to think that he can still enjoy being alone with her. That is, until she starts to narrate, musing to herself. “’The bold heroine leads the blushing boy back to the path he had once strayed from. Though he has learned his lesson, soaked to the bone from his fear-’”
“Wh- don’t use this as material for a book!” he protests.
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A/N: Serena pees in front of Diantha and Diantha does not seem to mind in the slightest
Just one more battle. Just one more battle and, win or lose, Serena can leave this area, and go back to where a public bathroom is waiting for her. She hopes that she wins, because it sure would be frustrating to make it this far and to lose against the champion, but as long as she can get to the bathroom before she pisses herself, she really does not care anymore.
Except she does care, at least a little bit. She had no idea that the gorgeous movie star she has developed a hell of a crush on throughout her journey would also turn out to be the champion, so she kind of wants to look good during this battle. Diantha has talked about wanting to battle her for a while now, and she really wants to be able to impress her, and does not want to let her down.
But she also really has to pee, because, like an idiot, she did not think about how long battling the Elite Four and the champion would take. She also did not think about the fact that going up against a Water trainer like Siebold would exacerbate that problem quite a bit. His team alone was bad enough, but the fact that his room was set up the way it was- and seriously, what is with these dramatic, overly-decorated rooms?- meant that she spent the entire battle listening to gushing water all around.
The fact that she is still managing to hold it is nothing short of a miracle. So not only does she have to worry about making sure that this battle does not thoroughly disappoint Diantha, she also has to make sure that she does not humiliate herself in front of her as well. Which sounds a lot easier said than done right now.
Diantha is a tough opponent, as expected of the champion, and Serena’s concentration is not quite what it usually is. She can barely focus on the battle at all with the way her bladder keeps protesting every move that she makes, which means that it is probably dragging on longer than it should. Maybe it would not have even been that much of a challenge for her if she were in her right frame of mind; maybe she would have wiped the floor with her idol by now, but there is no way for her to know that now.
“Are you alright, Serena? Seems like you’re distracted,” Diantha says in a teasing tone, and Serena worries for a moment that she can tell. She is doing her best to keep it to herself, trying to hold still even though all she wants to do is squirm, but maybe Diantha can tell that is why she has her thighs pressed so tightly together, and maybe she knows that is the reason behind her distraction.
“I’m just fine,” she replies, her voice a bit stiff, before she calls out her next attack. Diantha responds swiftly, before giving her a playful grin.
“Good, because you know there are no breaks in a battle like this.” Okay, there is definitely no way she doesn’t know about it, and Serena could just about die from embarrassment. It is entirely possible now that she has no chance of impressing Diantha with this battle, because if she knows how desperate she is and is teasing her about it, then she must think less of her, must find the whole thing to be amusing, in a childish sort of way.
Serena wishes that she could care more about that issue, but by now, even that is secondary to keeping all her focus on not wetting herself right here and now. She considers forfeiting, doing anything that she can to get out of here, but this is her last battle, and she has already made it this far. If she quits now, then she will have to start all over again.
Diantha’s Pokemon faints, and she knows that she has to stay in this. One by one, back and forth, they attack one another, keeping the match so even that it is infuriating, and still, Serena manages to keep her bladder in check. Mostly, at least; her panties are a lot damper than she would like them to be, but she has not fully lost control, and that is the only thing that matters. The two of them are down to their last Pokemon, and if she wins, then she becomes the new champion, and if she loses, she can still say that she put up a good fight, all things considered.
When Serena lands the finishing blow, it is a narrow victory. One miss from her, one more hit from Diantha, and she would have lost, but Diantha’s Gardevoir faints, and Serena is the winner. She actually did it! And as much as she wants to stick around and celebrate, she has to run now, if she is going to make it to the bathroom.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Diantha asks, taking hold of her hand. “There’s still so much we have to do.” She has this smile on her face, and there is no doubt in Serena’s mind that she knows exactly what she is doing.
“Please, just give me a minute, I have to-” She freezes up, unable to finish her sentence, unable to do anything at all. It is too late for her.
“Oh, look at that,” Diantha murmurs, gazing down at her legs, watching the streams of liquid snaking down them, getting her stockings wet. Serena, exhausted and in complete disbelief, falls to her knees then, and Diantha just stands over her, watching the puddle forming beneath her. “Like I said, there are no breaks in these sorts of battles. Even so, you stuck it out until the very end.”
Serena can’t believe her humiliation. She made it far enough to become champion, and yet she has completely humiliated herself in front of Diantha, the woman she has been trying her best to impress. No matter how she looks at it, this is definitely going to sour the victory. At least, that is what she thinks, but then, Diantha says a funny thing as she reaches a hand down to help her up.
“Thank you for making my last battle as champion so memorable,” she says, still giving her those playful looks. “I hope you can keep entertaining me like this, even though you’re my champion now.”
Just what does that mean?
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A/N: And it is Ilima day!
Ilima can’t stop stealing glances at the clock. Normally, he is very attentive during classes. After all, he is known for how studious he is, at the top of his class. He is known for quite a bit more than that, but he tries not to be arrogant about those things. The only thing he lets himself be a little cocky about is how good he is at his schoolwork, because he has worked very hard to get that far.
Today, though, paying attention is a little hard for him, mainly because he can’t wait for class to be out. It is the end of the day, his last class, but he is not anxious to get home, or anything like that. No, the trial captain and prince of the trainer’s school just wants class to come to an end so that he can rush to the bathroom.
It has been a hectic day, with his fanclub a bit more persistent than usual, and some of the younger trainers wanting to get more tips from him, so his short breaks have been spent dealing with that, and it seems like everyone wants to battle with him, so his longer breaks are always spent on that. Today, it has just become a lot to deal with, and in his last class of the day, his bladder is absolutely bursting, and he can’t wait to get out of the classroom.
A lot of this has to do with him being too polite to ask for anyone to leave him alone. He is popular for his personality as well, he supposes, and the fact that he is always willing to listen and help must have a lot to do with that. It has just also had a negative impact on him, because he could never get any time to himself, and he has to pee so badly now that he keeps catching himself tapping his foot beneath his desk before he stops himself, not wanting to be rude to the teacher or his classmates.
But sitting still is just so hard right now, and once the bell rings, he is going to have to rush, just to make sure that no one else tries to grab his attention or slow him down. He just does not want to rush too much, because he would rather not broadcast the fact that he is desperate to pee, because that is just a bit too embarrassing. Though he does try and remain humble, and try to ignore his popularity, he still cares more about his image then he ever lets show, and that would make him look rather pathetic, he thinks.
So he just has to keep it together, and stay casual. The minutes drag by, and he squirms a bit in his seat, trying to ignore the pressure of his bladder, or the way that his pants feel like they are digging into it, and then the bell finally rings, and he is free to go. He really does want to rush, but he stands up slowly, composed as ever, as he grabs his things to head out.
Of course, his teacher stops him, asking if he can help with some things, and of course, he says yes. Without even thinking, he says yes, because he always says yes when someone asks for help. The first time he stayed after school to help, he had volunteered, but since then, his teacher has had no trouble with asking, and now he is going to be stuck for even longer, because he can’t bring himself to ask to go to the bathroom.
Ilima feels like he could cry. The task does not take very long, just twenty minutes or so, and he is just helping organize some books, but the whole time, he feels like he is on the verge of wetting himself. It is like torture, trying to act casual when he feels so panicked, but once he has finished this, he does not waste any time in saying, “Now, if there’s nothing else, I should probably be getting home.”
“Of course, Ilima! Thank you so much for being such a big help…”
Fortunately for him, the halls are empty. It seems like everyone else is already gone for the day, which means that he does not have to try and pretend to keep it together as he heads for the bathroom. He tries sprinting a bit, but he has to slow down almost immediately, stopping with his knees buckled, biting his lip hard. Apparently moving too quickly makes him leak, something that he has just learned the hard way.
His underwear are damp, but his khakis are still dry, at least on the outside, so he takes a moment to gather his composure, and he continues, walking at a much slower pace. Taking things slowly makes him feel even more panicked, but it is his old choice. Looking around guiltily, he determines that there is no one else in the area and, like some toddler, puts a hand between his legs, grabbing himself as he continues to stumble forward, breath coming out in short, ragged hisses as he does everything in his power to keep from pissing himself when he is just a few feet from the bathroom.
And then, all at once, he loses control. Just when he thinks that he’s in the clear, his bladder decides that enough is enough, that a full day of torture is just too much. He looks down in surprise, as if he can’t believe this is really happening to him, but his hand is getting damp, and he drops it, just in time to watch the dark spot spreading rapidly on his khakis.
By the time it starts running down his leg, his knees give out on him, and he collapses to the floor, completely defeated, shoulders shaking as he holds back tears, as he pees his pants directly in front of the school bathroom. And to make matters worse, someone rounds the corner at that exact moment, just in time to see him completely humiliate himself.
“Ilima?” Of course, it is one of the only classmates that he feels like he is always trying to win over. He isn’t sure what it is about her, but he has always wanted to impress her a little bit more. Maybe because she seems harder to impress, maybe because she isn’t in his fanclub, maybe just because he thinks that she’s interested, but whatever the case, it definitely does not matter.
By tomorrow, this will be all over the school, and he won’t have any fans to speak of, and even worse, he has blown any chance he may have had with her all to hell. He looks back down at the puddle that has finally finished growing beneath him. His pants are soaked through and his bladder is empty now, and he must look like a complete idiot right now.
“Are you alright, Ilima?” she asks, her voice soft. When he looks back up at her, she looks like she is blushing, and having a hard time looking at him. It must be embarrassing for her as well, to have happened upon this, but not nearly as embarrassing as it is for him.
“Not exactly,” he mumbles. “Long…I had a long day…”
“Looks like it. Do you…need any help?”
“That’s not necessary. I wouldn’t want to ask that of you,” he says, finally deciding to get to his feet. There is no point in wallowing in it any longer; he needs to take care of this mess, before anyone else comes by. “Well, if I could ask you to forget all about this…”
“What, do you think I’m gonna tell people?” she asks, cocking her head. “Ilima, I wouldn’t do something like that. Just let me help you out, alright? It’ll be easier if you don’t do this alone, and we can make sure no one else finds out.”
Of course she isn’t going to tell anyone, and of course she just wants to help him. He likes her for a reason, after all, and he can’t ever imagine her being intentionally cruel, not when he actually thinks about. Ilima nods, and can even feel a smile coming on. This must have done some damage to her image of him, but at the same time, he can’t help but think this might actually bring the two of them closer.
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A/N: Wosa has a cwush on Bwycen
It has been an incredibly long audition, but Rosa can only hope that that means good things for her. They would not want her to keep doing things if they were not at least a little bit interested in hiring her, after all. And she does not mind jumping through hoops if it means that she might get this part, that her career as an actress might finally take off. What’s more, she would be working alongside the Brycen if she gets this, and that is like a dream come true for her.
She was a little starstruck, getting to meet him in person, after watching so many of his movies. It seems like a miracle that he finally returned to acting after his mysterious hiatus, and that she has a chance to audition to work with him during the height of his comeback. She definitely wants everything to go well, and so, the length of the audition is no problem.
Except for the fact that she has to pee terribly now, and has no idea where the bathroom is. She is free to go home, and so desperate that she knows she needs to pee before she leaves the building, and so lost that she is terrified that she might not make it. If that were to happen, she has no idea how she would cope with the humiliation, and no idea how she would make it out of here without someone important seeing her soaked in her own piss, and then word would spread, and then she would definitely not get this, or any other, part.
But she needs to stay positive, and focus on the task at hand, so that she stops getting so turned around. It should not be this hard to find the bathroom, not when she is pretty certain that she remembers where it is. Someone pointed it out to her earlier, but the problem is that she is in a building that the general public does not often end up in, and besides the bathrooms in the dressing rooms, there is one small one with an unmarked door, and she has no idea which unmarked door it is when the door is not partially open so that she can peek in.
She pauses to squeeze her legs together, whimpering and looking around, glad that everyone else seems to be too busy to roam the building right now and catch her this desperate. For just a quick second, just to make herself feel better, she presses a hand between her legs, trying to steady herself a little bit. Her panties might be a little bit damp by now, but she is not worried about that, because she is going to remember which of these doors leads to the bathroom any minute now, or she is going to happen upon a slightly open door, where she will see a toilet inside the room, and her day will be saved.
Any minute now could just stand to come a little bit sooner for her, if she is being entirely honest. Her bladder does not seem to be as patient as she is, and she can only rush a task like this so much. When she starts walking again, she keeps putting her hand between her legs for a little bit, praying that no one suddenly catches her doing this, because it is way humiliating, but definitely helps her to keep things under control. Anything is better than wetting herself, but she would rather face no humiliation at all.
But she is so lost in her own thoughts that she nearly jumps out of her skin when a door swings open right as she passes it. It startles her so much that it spells the end for her, and as she doubles over, hands between her legs to try- and fail- to stop the flood, she realizes what the door that just opened was, and it is not the door to the bathroom.
It’s the door to Brycen’s dressing room. Which leaves Brycen staring directly at her as she wets herself, a look of pure shock on her face that Rosa is sure is not at all unlike the look on her face, but probably with less abject humiliation. Brycen is watching as her panties and then her leggings are soaked through, so that this big wet spot can spread across her yellow shorts, all while it runs down her legs and starts spattering on the floor, making a big puddle at her feet.
The actor she has basically crushed on for her entire life is watching her wet herself after she might have managed to impress him at the audition.
“What are you…are you alright?” he asks, in a strained voice, probably from the shock of it all.
“I got…I got lost,” she whimpers, not knowing what else to say but the truth. “I forgot where the bathroom was, and…and…”
“And the audition was quite long,” he says. His tone is surprisingly sympathetic, and he looks around for a moment, as if checking to make sure no one else is around. Then, he gestures for her to come in. “Here, just…get in here, quickly. I can try and find something for you to change into, if that’s alright?”
“Huh?” Her eyes widen, but she follows his directions, and he closes the door behind them. “I don’t…why are you being so nice to me?”
Brycen looks confused by her question. “Well, why wouldn’t I be? You’re in need of help, and it’s highly likely we’re going to end up coworkers.” As if she needs a reminder of who she just humiliated herself in front of, but he doesn’t seem like he thinks less of her for it, or like he is going to make fun of her. Instead, he seems genuinely invested in helping her out.
“I…thank you.”
“No need to thank me. It can be a lot to get used to, I definitely understand that.” If she didn’t know better, she would almost think he started to blush a bit as he said that. But there’s no way he could have…could he? “I’ll find you something that you can wear home, something no one will miss. It might not be a good fit, but while you get changed, I can clean up out there before anyone notices.”
“You don’t have to clean, I can do that!” she says, not wanting to ask any more of him, but Brycen shakes his head.
“I insist. Besides, it will be done a lot quicker if you let me do something for you, right? Then no one else has to know.”
Despite the humiliation that should leave her never wanting to show her face around here again, Rosa finds herself really hoping that Brycen’s suspicions are correct, and that she does get this part. If anything, she just really wants the chance to be able to keep seeing him.
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A/N: Calem Daylem
Calem had no idea traveling would be this difficult on him, and he has barely even left home. Really, things are mostly great so far, but the biggest problem that he did not think would be a problem is how much he needs to pee right now. Being outside all the time did not sound so rough; he can get plenty of privacy in the great outdoors, and in cities, there are Pokemon Centers and plenty of public bathrooms. Tons of kids go on Pokemon journeys, so bathrooms should not be that big of a deal.
It’s just this one particular leg of his journey is just a problem because his new friends won’t really leave him alone, and he is just a bit too shy to mention his steadily growing need around any of them. They are in a hurry to make it to Lumiose City, fresh from getting his first gym badge, trying to meet up with the professor. He is not even sure if he will have time to find a bathroom in the city itself, but he hopes he can find one at the professor’s lab, and that that will be the end of that.
Fortunately, it does not seem like Shauna or Serena can tell anything is bothering him. It’s bothering him a lot, at this point, but as long as he can hold it until they get to the lab, then there should be no trouble. The city is huge, and he knows better than to try and break away to duck into a Pokemon Center, because then he might get lost, and once two of the professor’s assistants come to fetch them and guide them the rest of the way, he knows that that won’t work.
But the building itself is really big, so he knows there must be somewhere that he can pee inside, and that his worries are almost at an end. It’s just everyone is in such a hurry, hustling them upstairs to meet the professor, and it would be rude to ask everyone to wait up just for him, not to mention humiliating. A quick conversation with the professor, and then he can go to the bathroom. Surely he can hold it that much longer.
Except the professor wants to battle with him, to test his skills as a trainer, the skills that he has developed since leaving home. Alright, he can do that, he can definitely do that. He feels like he might leak if he moves around too much, and both Shauna and Serena are watching him, but he can at least pull off a quick battle. But once that is over, he doesn’t care how embarrassing it may be, he is heading straight for the bathroom, and will let everyone know that it can’t wait.
He stands with his thighs pressed tightly together, suddenly very glad that he chose Chespin instead of Froakie, because at least he does not have to deal with any water attacks to make his situation that much harder to deal with. At least, that is what he comforts himself with right up until the moment that Professor Sycamore sends out Squirtle. He inwardly groans, maybe even outwardly, but no one seems to notice that part.
Squirtle should be a snap for him to defeat with the type advantage, but he can barely focus with all the water his Chespin gets doused in, and his bladder hurts and he can’t think, and he just wants this to be over, no matter what the cost. He should just call out that he needs a break, because this isn’t some official battle, just something casual that he can walk away from.
Instead, he starts pissing himself before he can take a single step, or say a single word. He freezes up, the battle still underway, as he feels it start coming out, and he tries to grab himself to make it stop, but that does not achieve anything other than getting everyone’s attention, so that they can watch his pants grow darker, and watch it start to run down his leg, while he is left with an expression of terror on his face.
This can’t actually be happening, he keeps telling himself, but the wet warmth in his pants definitely suggests otherwise, and the shocked expressions on the faces of Sycamore, Shauna, and Serena also suggest otherwise. He can’t help looking between all of them, as if looking for some sign that this is all in his head, but it seems pretty obvious that they are all seeing this. Calem would do just about anything to be able to disappear right about now.
It seems like it goes on forever, before his bladder is finally empty, and the room is left silent in the wake of this incident. All three of them are staring at him, and it takes a long time before anyone feels willing to speak after that.
Clearing his throat, Professor Sycamore says, “I…think that’s enough battling for today. You did a good job, Calem, I…”
“Sorry,” Calem mutters. “I just…it was all so sudden, I never had a chance to…” This is the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to him. The girls are both blushing, neither wanting to make eye contact now, and here is the professor, having pity on him for not being able to hold it.
“You should cheer up!” Shauna says, suddenly looking up, and looking so sincere. “It happens to everyone, so don’t worry about it!”
“That’s not…” he starts to say, but then Serena interrupts.
“Yeah, exactly! Nothing to be sad about at all!” she agrees, trying to match Shauna’s cheerful energy. She isn’t as good at it, but her sincerity still shows, and Calem starts to think that maybe, he might be able to recover from this.
Even so, it is going to take a long time to forget how humiliating this is. First things first, he needs to get cleaned up, but after that, he has to try and make sure none of the witnesses will ever speak of this again.
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A/N: Lisia having a bit of a relationship with Wallace in this one
Lisia can’t believe that she would actually make such a stupid mistake. She has never done something this stupid in her life, and definitely not since becoming such a popular contest idol. No matter what, she makes sure to watch her liquid intake and visit the bathroom as close to going onstage as she possibly can, to avoid even having the thought of needing to pee while she is out there.
But today, time got away from her, and today she was thirsty, so now she is onstage, performing as best as she can while ignoring the fact that she is absolutely bursting to pee, and that she is not sure if she is going to make it until the end or not. Not that she has any choice in that regard, because if she does lose control, then she will ruin her entire career, and there is no way she is going to let something like that happen to her, not when she has made it so far, and has so much further to go.
So she just has to pretend like everything is okay, and focus all of her willpower on holding it, and looking just as good as ever doing so. Today is a pretty big day for her; the contest itself is rather run of the mill, but her uncle Wallace is here, watching from backstage, because this is a routine that the two of them have worked on together. She wants to look good especially for him, since he has not only done so much to help her improve, but has also gotten a lot closer to her recently.
Maybe a lot closer than they should be, but as long as the two of them are careful, he assures her that they will be just fine, and can keep it a secret.
The last thing she wants to do is bungle something as important as this, and all because she really needs to pee. It would humiliate her not just in front of all of her fans and the judges, but also in front of her uncle, who is pretty much her ideal man in every way. She grits her teeth whenever she gives a closed-lip smile, and whenever she can afford to stand with her legs pressed together, she will, trying to keep what she is doing as subtle as possible.
Not much helps, though. There is nothing that can take her mind off of her desperation for long, and she just has to consider herself very lucky that none of the contestants today are using any Water type moves to show off their Pokemon’s style, because that really might end up being too much for her. There are no sprays of water, so she can rest easy where that is concerned, but that does not mean that it gets any easier for her, and she spends the entire contest trying as subtly as possible to make holding it a little bit easier on herself, all while putting on a big smile and dazzling the crowd like she always does.
By the time it is over, and she is meant to be crowned winner, awarded her ribbon like always, she wishes that she could skip this part and get backstage. After all, she has done this dozens of times by now, and it’s always the same, but of course, that would be terribly rude, and Wallace would scold her endlessly for it. Her fans would be incredibly disappointed too, so she has no choice but to prolong her suffering that much more.
She is at her limit when she finally gets to go backstage, wasting no time before breaking into a sprint. Running is not the best idea right now, but she can’t go too slowly either, so she just has to deal with the fact that her panties are going to get a little damp along the way. Her bladder aches so much, she is in so much pain right now, and she just wants this to be over, barreling into her dressing room as quick as she can. Wallace will see just how hurried and flustered she is, but that is still better than-
The door closes, and her uncle looks up, starting to say, “Lisia you were absolutely br-” But he stops when he sees the way her knees buckle, and, much to her humiliation, he is staring directly at her once she starts to wet herself.
She tries to stop it, jamming a hand between her legs as she moans in humiliation, but there is nothing she can do at this point. Even though she was so close, she still wasn’t close enough, and it takes no time at all for her white shorts to be soaked through, her accident obvious with just a glance at them. It runs down her legs and soaks into everything that she wears, her socks and shoes not spared at all, even as it begins to puddle on the floor beneath her.
And Wallace is watching her, frozen in place until her shoulders begin to shake, and he realizes that she’s crying. In an instant, he has her in a tight embrace, petting her hair as he says, “You did wonderfully, Lisia. It was a breathtaking performance, I couldn’t even tell that you were this desperate.”
“Yes, but I…but I…” She sobs, unable to finish her sentence, not sure why he is being so nice to her when she has made such a fool of herself in front of him. But Wallace just hugs her tighter, not seeming to mind that he is getting wet as well.
“You did just what I would have done, and a bit more gracefully than I did, come to think of it,” he says, and she pulls back a bit too look up at him in confusion. “You’re lucky to not have to deal with Water types during your performances, that’s all I’m going to say.”
But Lisia is too curious to let him off the hook with just that. “No, I want to know what you mean. More gracefully than you did? Uncle Wallace, did you…?” Why does the idea excite her so much?
“Oh, alright, if it’ll cheer you up, I’ll tell you the story,” he says. “I could never disappoint my niece, after all.”
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A/N: Sequel/prequel to the previous one
His story begins a while back, when he is still on the rise in popularity, still earning his fan base as a coordinator. Wallace is young, but he is quickly gaining attention for his talent and beauty, as well as the beauty of his Pokemon. It seems that no matter which of his partners he brings to a contest, he manages to bring out the best in them, the two of them shining together.
In no time at all, he will be renowned throughout all of Hoenn, and he is always looking forward, working to improve himself as much as he can in every regard. He is all set to take over the gym from his mentor in both battling and contests, so he also hopes to surpass Juan in terms of popularity. And tonight, he hopes to bring home another ribbon, to prove that he is well on his way to doing just that.
Things are not off to a great start, though, because he starts out the night running late, and struggling to get dressed in time to get out there and get things started. And when he is in that huge of a rush, he ends up forgetting something essential, something that he usually never forgets before a contest. It is only when he is already onstage that he realizes that he needs to pee, that he has needed to for a bit now, and that he was so busy getting ready that it completely slipped his mind.
It is out of the question now, of course. He will not have a chance until the contest is over and the winner- hopefully him- has been announced, and Wallace could kick himself for forgetting something that important. This isn’t just a slight nagging, either; once he has realized his need, he can’t seem to get it off of his mind, and it makes it hard to focus on the actual task at hand. The contest should be more important than anything else, but his bladder sure does have a way of demanding his attention.
Trying not to think about it is pretty impossible too, but that is something beyond his control, at least at this point. He has always held a fondness for Water types, a fondness that has only grown since Juan took him under his wing, so it is not as if bringing anything else was an option. No matter which of his Pokemon he took to the contest, it would involve water in some way, so his choice of Milotic can’t be blamed for something that would have happened no matter what.
Even so, it almost makes him wish he had, as a child, become infatuated with Ground types, or Fire types, or anything dry, because how is he supposed to forget his bursting bladder when he has to deal with water? This was never a problem he seriously considered in the past because of how far fetched it would have seemed, but now, he finds himself gritting his teeth behind his smile, shifting in place when he thinks he can get away with it, and trying so hard to stop fantasizing about running backstage without a word, ignoring everyone’s confusion so that he can get to the bathroom.
It is halfway through the evening that he starts to worry about not making it. At first, he only worried about the inconvenience the discomfort caused, but now, he is starting to seriously worry. It has been a long time since he last wet himself, and he is hardly a child anymore, but he has to piss so badly now that he really worries it might happen again.
But that would ruin everything! He has put in so much work to get here, and it would all come crumbling down at his feet if he did something as juvenile, as humiliating as wet himself onstage, in the middle of a contest. His nerves, coupled with his desperation, make it that much harder for him to focus, and Milotic can tell that something is wrong with him, sensing his worries and trying to make up for it in her own performance.
He does appreciate the way that she seems to know just what to do without him having to command it, because that makes up for any delays that his lack of focus may have caused, but it does nothing to solve the actual problem. Wallace is nearly at his limit, and he can’t do anything to make it easier for himself. He can’t squirm too much or squeeze his legs together or, heaven forbid, hold himself until it is over, because all eyes would be on him in an instant, and his career would be over.
It looks like his career is over either way, though.
He does try and fight it until the end, but he feels a spurt escape, soaking into his underwear, and he quickly looks down, relieved to see that there is no outward evidence of this. However, it is only a matter of time, and a second leak has him panicking, has him wondering if he has time to run offstage. Would it be worth it, and would he be able to make up a good lie to make the scandal a little more bearable? Would he even make it, or is he going to wet himself either way?
But in his panic, he can’t do anything at all, and then, all at once, his bladder gives out, unable to withstand the wait a moment longer. At the same time that he goes stiff, feeling that warm gush of liquid that is sure to make a noticeable spot on his light pants, he feels a sudden gush of cold water, coming from somewhere external. It takes him a moment to realize that it is Milotic, suddenly soaking him, at the exact same moment that he completely pisses himself.
She stops before he finishes, having soaked him from head to toe rather quickly, but that covers everything up, so much so that the stream is completely unnoticeable, and soon slows to a stop, his bladder finally empty. He is sore from holding it for so long, and has never been so relieve in all his life.
There is plenty of confusion regarding his normally well-behaved Milotic suddenly misbehaving and spraying her trainer in the middle of a contest, and it is enough to cost him a few points, and ultimately, the ribbon, but Wallace could not care less. She saved him from a much greater humiliation, and that is the only thing that matters.
And as he recounts this story to Lisia, he feels grateful once again. Lisia was lucky to be able to make it backstage before she lost control; he was lucky to have a Pokemon willing to cover for him when he couldn’t.
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A/N: N being a manipulative boyfriend because he doesn't know better, loosely related to a smut fic I wrote with them once, just exploring him not being the most healthy of boyfriends for Hilda because of how he was raised
“Just stay with me,” he keeps saying, and Hilda keeps relenting, even though she has no idea what has gotten into him. N has definitely had his clingy moments in the past, but it seems like it has gotten even worse since taking their relationship to the next level- like, now that they have established more intimacy, he never wants her to leave his side.
And Hilda does her best to indulge him, because she wants to keep him happy. As she continues to follow him wherever he wants to go, further and further away from the home that he does not want her to return to, she does not want to do anything to make him think that she would abandon him. She is completely understanding of everything that he has been through, and she would never do anything to hurt him, or make him think that she is like anyone else who has hurt him before.
Even so, it would be nice if he did not pull the clingy act when she is just trying to go to the bathroom. Especially because they are just in a hotel room, so she is barely even leaving his side. The bathroom is just a few feet away from the bed that they are sitting on, where she has started to squirm because she really needs to pee. N must know by now that that is why she keeps trying to excuse herself- and it is pretty obvious otherwise, because where else would she even be going, without leaving the room?- but he still will not relent, keeping his arm around her, insisting that he just wants her to stay with him a little while longer.
And Hilda feels so guilty when he pleads with her like this that she can’t bring herself to say no.
But this really is getting ridiculous, because he knows just as well as she does that she is not exactly abandoning him to go pee in the same room that they’re staying in. As embarrassing as it may be, she would even be willing to let him stand at the door waiting for her, or even come in with her, if that would really make him feel better, but he has not offered, and it seems a little too weird to just ask. Not only that, but it seems out of character for N, even with his clingy tendencies.
He has always given her space for that sort of thing before, and has only ever acted like she might be abandoning him whenever she mentioned missing her mom or her friends. This is the first time he has ever been weird about her trying to go to the bathroom, and it seems so out of character for him to need that kind of reassurance, but she has no idea what else to do, so she just sits with him, squeezing her thighs together as she wonders just how much more of this she can take.
Probably not much, because if she does not focus all of her energy on holding it, she leaks. Her panties are already a little damp from it, and she knows it will just take a little more for her denim shorts to start showing evidence, so she absolutely needs to take care of this as soon as possible. She speaks up, saying, “Look, I’m just going to be in there for a second, so…”
“Please, just a little longer,” he insists, and he is always so convincing, when he gives her that smile. Hilda finds herself nodding along like she always does, but a sharp pang from her bladder makes her shake her head, surprising him.
“I’m really sorry, N, but I just…I really need to pee, alright? And I’m probably not going to be able to keep holding it if we just keep sitting here like this, so just give me a second,” she says. Even as she speaks, she is already pulling away from him, prying his arm off of her.
“Hilda, please,” he tries to plead, but she isn’t having it, not anymore. This has gone on long enough, and even standing up causes her to leak, and she panics a bit, putting a hand between her legs, wondering if her shorts are already starting to show it.
“See, look,” she says, blushing furiously from the way he stares at her as she holds herself. “I’m really at my limit, so can you please just wait for me to…” As she starts to walk to the bathroom, N rises, and, much to her disbelief, still tries to stop her.
He reaches out to grab her arm, but not the one still at her side. Instead, he grabs the arm she is using to hold herself, pulling her back by it, and the sudden movement, combined with her hand being removed from where it really needs to stay, causes her to lose control again, but this time for much longer than a simple leak.
This time, she is not able to stop it, and N lets go of her when he realizes this, and simply watches as his girlfriend pisses herself, because he would not give her a few minutes of privacy. Hilda looks down, shocked and humiliated, at the way her shorts grow a much darker shade of blue, at the way that it runs down her legs and splatters to the floor beneath her, relief washing over her, though it is overshadowed by confusion, humiliation, and a little bit of anger.
By the time her bladder is empty, she can barely look at N as she mumbles, “Well, now I’m gonna need more than a second. Gonna need a shower to get that cleaned up.”
“That’s fine,” he says. “That was all I needed.”
Now, she does look up at him. “What do you mean, that’s what you needed? Were you…was that…?” Realization slowly dawns on her. “You did that on purpose?”
“I wanted to see it happen,” he replies, reaching out for her hand again. This time, he brings it to the bulge in his pants. “Actually, maybe we could shower together?”
Hilda can only stare at him in disbelief for a moment after that. Lately, she is starting to realize that the lasting damage his adoptive father did on him is a lot more severe than the resulting abandonment issues. Such as, she is starting to realize that he is a bit more manipulative, and even spoiled, than she thinks that he realizes. This just further proves that, and fits together with why he works hard to make sure that she never leaves in any way, not even to return to her family.
But she doesn’t know what else to do. After all the time they have spent together, she really does love him, and she really doesn’t want to abandon him. He does not mean any harm, she doesn’t think, and even this is something that she can easily forgive. So instead of getting angry with him, or calling him out on his manipulation, she just nods.
“Yeah, we can shower together.”
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A/N: This is one of the more sexually charged ones, cos Serena sucks on Clemont's jumpsuit. Because I've had that image in my mind ever since I first encountered Clemont.
Serena is surprisingly nice about the whole thing, and Clemont can be grateful for that, as well as for the fact that, for once, his little sister is not hanging over his shoulder while he suffers through this battle. The last thing he needs is for her to either tease him about it, or act overly concerned and never stop talking about it. As much as he appreciates her, he knows that she would do either of those things, and that it would only make things worse.
Serena has even offered to put a pause on things, but he can’t do that, not in the middle of a battle like this. It is embarrassing enough that she was able to figure out that he needs ton pee to begin with, and he is not about to mess things up by trying to put it on hold, only to probably half to start over because of some official league rules or something like that. Even if he is absolutely bursting, and feels like he has never had to pee this badly in his entire life.
It is all he can do to focus on the battle itself, and it flusters him severely to start squirming and then look up and see Serena looking at him, with an expression on her fact that he can’t quite read. He hates that it has to be her, when she is probably the cutest trainer that has ever come to his gym, a friend of Shauna’s that left him so flustered that he forgot to go to the bathroom while waiting for her to make it through Bonnie’s quiz. And now Bonnie is off somewhere with Shauna while Clemont is trying his best not to piss himself while battling Serena, who keeps staring at him like she finds it all to be incredibly interesting.
When he has to start holding himself to keep from leaking, he really wants to die. He would rather be anywhere but here, and would gladly roll over dead at this exact moment, just to take himself out of this humiliating situation. Instead, he just tries to focus on his Pokemon in front of him, rather than thinking about the fact that Serena can see everything that he does all too clearly, watching him with his hand between his legs, unable to move his hand without leaking, and sometimes, he still leaks even trying to stay on guard.
It feels like an eternity before his last Pokemon finally faints, and he can let this torture end. He has never been so humiliated in his life, and suddenly, he is not quite as grateful for how nice Serena is being, because it has done nothing to help ease his humiliation. Clemont is not sure if it would have been worse if she had made fun of him for it or not, but he kind of just wishes she had not said anything at all, and just pretended not to notice.
But she can’t pretend not to notice when he has to keep holding himself while he presents her with her badge. And she can’t pretend not to notice when he pulls back quickly to run as fast as he can go in his current state, only to freeze up completely as he finally loses control after such a long struggle. And she definitely can’t pretend to notice the way his jumpsuit suddenly grows darker as he pisses himself right in front of her, dropping his hand to his side in utter defeat.
Serena never looks away from him, not even for a second, and Clemont would give anything for the floor to open up and swallow him completely, anything to get him out of here. That does not seem to be happening any time soon, and before long, he has created quite a sizable puddle on the floor beneath him, with his bladder finally empty. That is the only thing that feels better right now, because everything else about this situation has taken a terrible turn for the worse.
He does not know what to think when Serena starts to close what little distance he was able to put between him when he pulled away, nor does he know what to think when she drops to his knees in front of him. Clemont’s brain seems to short circuit entirely when she brings her lips up to the soaked crotch of his jumpsuit so that she can start sucking on them, looking up at him with this strangely bashful look on her face, like she is a little embarrassed herself, but unable to help it, compelled to come suck the pee out of his jumpsuit.
Which makes absolutely no sense to him, which is why he feels like he has lost all brain function for the time being, only able to stammer nonsensically and stare back down at her, his cock getting stiffer by the moment. Even if his brain does not know what to make of the whole situation, his body certainly does.
The first coherent thought that he has is, Is that why she was being so nice about it? Is that why she kept looking at me? It seems hard to believe, but then, all of this is hard to believe. But still, a sweet, pretty girl like Serena having ulterior motives for her kindness, having this sort of perversion hiding beneath the surface…
Clemont has no idea what to do right now. He just stares down at her, and she stares up at him, not moving her lips, seeming unable to get enough of the taste of his piss. Did he really just piss himself in front of her? And does she really like it? Not only is she not making fun of him, or completely disgusted by him, but she acts like she likes it?
None of it makes sense. Nothing about any of this makes sense, and he can’t say anything to her, eventually giving up on his stammering as well. But then Serena pulls back and murmurs, “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself…” and, though he does not know much right now, he at least knows that this is only the beginning of whatever might be going on right now.
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A/N: Dawn day todayday
Dawn has always had an appreciation for nature. Traveling like this just gives her that much more of an appreciation for it, but today, the only thing that she can think is how much she really hates the woods. Not because of anything specific to do with being outside, or anything like that. Nature is problem just as lovely as any other time, but right now, she hates the woods because she is all turned around and lost, and she really needs to pee.
She knows that she can’t be that far away from the next town, which is why she is trying to hold on as long as she can. As much as she loves nature, she is still not too fond of having to pee outside, and she tries to avoid that whenever she can. Right now, it definitely seems like something avoidable, so she is going to keep trying to hold it for as long as she can, until she reaches the next town, where she can find a nice, clean Pokemon Center to empty her bladder at.
Until then, she just needs to figure out this stupid map and get out of here, while trying to ignore the way her bladder begs to be emptied now, instead of waiting for the Pokemon Center. It would be a lot easier to focus if she just did that, she knows, but she is so sick of having to make sure she is far enough off the path before she finds a bush to squat in. It is bad enough to do that when she is far away from civilization, so she really does not want to have to do it when she should be in town by now, and would be, if she weren’t so lost.
Just a little bit longer, she keeps promising herself. She thinks she has the situation figured out now, so she just needs to follow the path, and everything is going to be okay. Maybe she got a so turned around that she might as well have started the whole trek over again, but at least she knows that she is on the right track now, which means that she is not that far away from relief at all.
So she just needs to hold it until then, which should not be a problem at all. Her bladder is absolutely aching, and every step seems to overwhelm her, but this will not be a problem. She just has to keep holding on, just like she has so far, and she knows for a fact that she is going to make it. Even so, she really regrets trying to stay so hydrated on the road, because now she is in this tight spot because of it. If only she had held back a little bit on the water, but she has read so much about always keeping her fluid levels just right…
Thinking about that really does not help her at all, though. In fact, thinking about fluids at all just makes her feel like she is getting a lot closer to losing it, but she needs to worry about getting closer to town. She can see a break in the trees in the distance, so she knows at last that she really is going the right way, which means that she really is almost there. With her bladder nearly at its breaking point, she has never been so excited to get to a Pokemon Center in her life.
Gritting her teeth, she looks around to make sure that there is no one else around her, but the forest has seemed fairly devoid of humans for a while now. As humiliating as it may be, it helps a lot to put her hand between her legs, even though that pushes her short skirt up so much that she shows her panties. But as long as no one else is around to see it, she can’t bring herself to stop, wanting to do what she can to make sure that she definitely makes it to her destination dry. Once she gets to the edge of the forest, she will drop her hand and go on as normal.
That is a lot easier said than done, she realizes, and it takes her a moment to be able to pry her hand away. Dawn is really glad that there is no one around to see her while she squeezes herself, just over her panties, trying to get herself under control before removing her hand so that she can start walking again. She is really at her limit now, with her panties just slightly damp from a few leaks that she absolutely was not able to stop, no matter how hard she tried.
Now all of her troubles are at an end though. She is on the outskirts of town now, and she can see a Pokemon Center not too far in the distance. Just a little bit longer, and she will enter the building and there will a nice, public bathroom waiting for her. Dawn can hardly wait- literally, because her bladder feels like it could burst. She does not let anything slow her down as she walks forward, in the fastest pace that she can manage in her current state.
And she is so focused on her destination, so focused on not losing control while forced to walk without her hands between her legs, that she is not paying attention to the rest of her surroundings at all. Which is why, when someone rounds the corner, in such a hurry that they do not see her coming either, she runs right into them with a thud, and both of them fall back, hitting the ground.
“Ow, what was that for?!” a familiar voice cries out, but Dawn barely notices who it is, because she is much more focus on what is happening to her. Horrified, she looks down at where she sits on the ground. Her legs are spread, her skirt hiked up, and Barry looks to her, his expression quickly turning to one of shock as his face goes bright red.
He watches at the same time that she does, as her light pink panties turn a lot darker, her bladder unable to take this much strain anymore. She wails in humiliation, as she soaks all the way through them, and as a puddle begins to form beneath her. It feels so good to finally empty her bladder, but she never wanted it to happen like this, not before she made it to the bathroom, and especially not in front of her childhood friend.
“Dawn?” he asks, his voice a little strained. He finally looks away from her, still blushing furiously. “Are you…are you alright?”
“No, I’m not!” she whines. “You bumped into me and made me…made me…I’m fining you for that!”
Barry has no idea how to reply to that, not used to having the tables turned in that way, and even less used to the way seeing Dawn like this makes him feel.
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A/N: Sun Day on a Saturday
This trial is taking such a long time. And, truth be told, Sun has felt that way about the other three he has faced so far, and maybe Mallow’s is not all that different from those, but right now, it really feels like this is the longest one he has done, and he knows that is entirely due to the rapidly growing pressure in his bladder. He really wants to hand over the last ingredient so he can get the battle over with, and then he can find somewhere to pee.
The worst part is that he is outside, in the jungle, where he would ordinarily have no issue just going. It feels like he has done nothing but pee outside since he started on this journey, and he knows Mallow is still waiting right where he left her. Except…what if she isn’t? What if she forgot something important and comes to tell him and catches him in the act, and gets mad at him for doing something like that in the middle of the Lush Jungle? Then he will have to admit to her that he didn’t think he could hold it long enough to go to an actual bathroom, and she will think that he’s pathetic.
And he would rather avoid that, considering how cute she is. She is a little bit older than him, enough so that he knows he has to do everything in his power to impress her in other ways, to make up for the age difference. Not holding it until the end of his trial does not seem like it would help him much there, so even though the rational part of him knows that there is probably no risk, that does not stop him from trying to ignore the way his bladder jostles with the hectic motions of this Stoutland, hoping that he really can hold it until the end.
To make matters worse, it seems that he runs into wild Pokemon every time that he gets near one of the ingredients that he needs, and he is not able to get away from them, prolonging things with battle after battle, until it has gone on for so long that he really is starting to doubt his ability to make it until the end. And this is before he has even gotten close to battling the totem Pokemon.
Maybe when he gives Mallow the ingredients, he can ask for a bathroom break before they get to cooking. Oh, but that would just make him look pathetic, wouldn’t it? And she might not even let him, she might say that he has to stay on the trial site until the end, and then he will have humiliated himself by asking for nothing. No matter how he looks at it, holding it is his only option.
But he really is tossed around so much up here that it is a wonder his shorts are still dry at all. Sun has not had to pee this badly in a while, even since he journey began. He should have gone before coming all the way out here, but he did not think about it, rushing in and out of the Pokemon Center after healing up and stocking up on supplies, eager to finish his last trial so that he can challenge the kahuna. And he was eager to do this trial in particular because he wanted the chance to see Mallow again…
“Okay, I think that’s everything,” he says to himself, sighing in relief. Not the relief he needs, though, as there is still a bit of a wait before he gets that. Stoutland still jostles him too much, and by the time he is back with Mallow, dismounting the large Pokemon, his legs are trembling a bit, and he tries to pretend that is because he is still getting his footing after the bumpy ride.
She tells him that she has invited some friends with the rest of the ingredients, and then Lana and Kiawe join them, and all four of them are supposed to work on the recipe. Sun can’t focus on anything that she says, and each time another ingredient splashes down into the pot, it makes his knees buckle. His shorts might be a little damp now, and he fights with all he has to keep it at that, rather than letting it go any further.
“Now, we need to stir it!” Mallow says, so cute when she gets this excited about cooking, but Sun can’t even appreciate that. He tries to get into things, he really does, but his bladder is taking all of his attention, and he needs to get out of here, because he definitely won’t be able to hold it until throughout a battle with another totem Pokemon, he knows that he won’t.
He needs to-
He needs to-
No matter what he does, it is already too late. He gasps out suddenly, and then all eyes are on him. Kiawe and Lana look to him with concern, but it is Mallow’s gaze that he worries the most about, as his knees buckle, and his hand shoots between his legs, but all for nothing. Sun can’t stop his bladder from giving out, and the three of them watch in shocked silence as he wets himself right in front of them.
“I’m…I’m really sorry,” he mumbles, once he realizes that he is not able to stop it and will just have to let it all out. “The trial was…it went on a while, and I didn’t…I couldn’t…”
“Oh, no, are you alright?” Mallow asks, stepping a bit closer to check on him. Sun does not tell her that, in fact, he is not alright, because he would have rather died than have her see him like this. “Why didn’t you just go while you were in the jungle? That’s what I would have done.”
“I…” he starts, but he can’t think of anything to say. That’s what she would have done? So he worried about that for nothing? But before he even can think of anything to say, their attention is stolen by a new guest at the party.
Sun has to battle the totem Pokemon now, regardless of how wet his shorts may be.
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A/N: Jasmine crushin on Bruno
Jasmine and Bruno have been training together for some time now, but she is always amazed that a member of the Elite Four would take so much time to work with her. Especially when it benefits her more, because it helps her work with her beloved Steel types, to make sure that they grow stronger and stronger, strong enough to even stand up against hits from a Fighting type. Bruno, on the other hand, should see their training as a breeze, but he claims that her constant improvement serves as a constant challenge, one that he strives to work around.
Essentially, they keep each other on their toes, even if they make a bit of an odd pair. Jasmine loves to train with him, working as hard as she can to impress the imposing man, who is really quite nice, now that she has taken the time to get to know him. Though she is not sure if she will ever have the nerve to admit it, she likes him as a lot more than just a training partner, and her desire to impress him is part of what drives her to improve so much.
It is also what keeps her from admitting when she needs to take a break, though.
Their training sessions can go on for a while, and though she does her best to be prepared for that, it seems like she always ends up in this same position, toes curled in her shoes, teeth grit whenever she has her mouth closed, hands trembling a bit, in a way that she hopes that he will not notice. All of this because, no matter how she tries to avoid it, their training sessions always go on long enough that she ends up needing to pee, and by the time they are done for the day, she usually ends up incredibly desperate.
Today is no exception; if anything, today feels even worse than usual, and she feels like they have been at it for even longer, long enough to push her to the point that she might actually have to ask for a break, as much as she hates the idea of that. Though the rational part of her brain knows Bruno would not think less of her for something like that, and that she has nothing to worry about, she is still too shy about it to actually say anything, and still tries to wait until the end, no matter how her bladder may protest this.
He would not think any less of her, but she still wants to do everything she can to impress him, and making it through their entire training session without any breaks always seems to do the trick. Bruno is a very intense man, and this can go on for a long time, which is why she chooses to just fight against her need to pee, as it continues to grow and grow, until she is barely able to focus on anything else.
Bruno definitely notices that she is distracted, which is super embarrassing. It has never gotten this bad before, and all she can do is brush it off, saying, “I’m just a little tired, but don’t worry! Let’s keeping going until we’re done!” With how good they have gotten at countering each other and predicting moves in battle, it just makes their sparring last that much longer, and her knees are soon knocking as she tries to think of anything other than the way her bladder aches, with its contests bursting to get out.
Her eyes widen when a small drop slips past her defenses. It is completely absorbed by her panties, and she knows that her dress will conceal it even if her panties become soaked, but if too much gets past, he is going to notice it all running down her legs. Only now does she really come to terms with the fact that, if she lets this go on for too long, she really could end up wetting herself, right in front of him. That would be worse than anything else she could imagine, so she wills herself to speak up.
“After this, can we take a break?”
“After this, we should be done!” Bruno replies, which makes her feel a lot better. Okay, she has nothing to worry about. They are nearly done with their training, just one Pokemon left for each of them, to determine who the winner is today. Then she can make her excuses and hurry off, and not humiliate herself in front of Bruno.
She keeps leaking, even though she does her best to stop it, keeping her thighs pressed tight together. Before long, she knows that her panties are soaked through, that it will not be long before the dam breaks, whether she wants it to or not. But then their battle is over, and even though she loses, Bruno compliments her on how much she has improved, and she wants to listen to him, but she can’t afford to wait a moment longer.
“I’ll be right back, I just, I just…” Mid-sentence, she trails off, because she tries to take a step and is forced to stop. She is forced to stop and stand completely still because even the slightest movement upsets the balance she has, and causes another jet of urine to fill her already soaked panties.
And then another escapes, even though she has not moved at all, and she realizes that she has pushed it right up until the last minute, and that there is nothing that she can do to stop this from happening, nothing she can do to stop it from running down her legs, while Bruno tries to figure out what’s wrong, only to fall silent as soon as he notices the little streams, growing by the moment, streaking down to the ground.
Once she has starting peeing full force, the only thing she can do is hang her head in her misery. She mumbles something to him, not sure how else to explain herself, as she says, “I just wanted to…I thought I’d be fine until the end, I was just trying to…trying to be strong.”
Bruno still seems at a loss for words, at least, until her bladder is finally empty, her stream having slowed to a stop at last. “But, Jasmine…you are strong, you’re always very strong, and you get stronger all the time!” he insists, which is not what she was expecting. She thought he might scold her for pushing herself this far, and instead, he steps closer, taking her hands in his- and hers feel so tiny in comparison- as he looks at her with such an earnest expression on his face.
Perhaps things are not that bad, then? She honestly has no idea what to think right now, and the humiliation of her accident combined with the embarrassment of having him so close to her leaves her face burning and her head swimming. It might take her a little while to actually figure all of this out.
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A/N: Hop time
Hop is trying to move as quickly as he can, in the hopes that he can make it to the Pokemon Center before he is forced to give up on that little goal. He is so close to civilization that there are plenty of other trainers around, so he would have to turn back and go quite a ways to get the privacy he needs to do this outside. That is why he is more focused on moving forward, to somewhere that he can stock up for his next gym battle, and also empty his aching bladder, which is getting worse by the second.
Fortunately, he is right where he needs to be, crossing into the next town right on schedule, and ready to hunt for the Pokemon Center. He is distracted immediately, though, because he spots a familiar face, and flags her down as he runs forward, shouting, “Gloria! Gloria!”
He can’t help but get excited whenever he sees her, and he is always excited to be able to run into her on the road. The two of them have been inseparable for so long that it is weird being apart on their journey. Plus, she’s his rival, so he has to challenge her whenever he has the chance.
“How about a battle? Let’s see how far my greatest rival has come!” he cries, as soon as he is in earshot.
Gloria laughs a bit, as she often does when he gets excited, and replies, “You’re on!”
A sharp twinge from his bladder reminds him that this is not actually the best time for that. “Oh, but not right now, though! Maybe later, after…” For some reason, the idea of admitting to her that he needs to pee first is too embarrassing, even though they have known each other since they were small.
She looks surprised. “What? No way, you just flagged me down and challenged me! I was about to head over to the gym, and I’m out of here once that’s over.” She says it with the confidence that she is going to win, but with how far she has come so far, he doesn’t doubt that. “Let’s do it right now!”
“But, Gloria…”
“You challenged me, so now you gotta make good on that!” she teases him, and he knows that the only way he is getting out of this is if he tells her that he’s just going to the bathroom first. Which he doesn’t want to do, because it’s really embarrassing, so he decides he can hold it a little bit longer.
“Fine, fine, let’s go!” he agrees, and they get their battle started. Gloria is getting better all the time, often leaving him worried that he is being left behind, but right now, he is far more worried about the state of his bladder. Even though they have only just started, he’s already starting to think that this might not have been such a good idea after all.
Gloria is good, and always beats him, but he never makes it easy for her, which makes this last quite a while. Hop starts trembling a bit, as he tries his best to keep his mind off of how badly he needs to pee, while he does his best to give Gloria a run for her money, wondering if he actually stands a chance of beating her this time. He just can’t keep his mind off his desperation though, no matter how hard he tries.
And then he remembers the worst part of it all, something he should have remembered from the start, rather than acting on impulse. Inteleon.
Both of the Pokemon that Lee gave them have reached their final stages recently, and Inteleon has been a pain to deal with even since he was a Sobble, what with Hop having taken Scorbunny along with him. He would already be concerned for Cinderace, but right now, he is a little more concerned for himself. Can he really take all of the sprays of water right now? Already, he can hardly hold still, and that might end up being way too much for him. Except he can’t exactly call for a timeout in the middle of a battle, and the only thing he can do is try and see this through to the end, wondering why Gloria has not notice his embarrassing desperation by now.
After all, he can’t hold still at all, and once Inteleon is out, that only makes it that much harder for him. He isn’t going to make it, not at this rate, and Gloria is just acting like nothing unusual is going on, while he squirms and can barely call out moves to Cinderace, because he is so close to fully wetting himself, right there in front of her, in the middle of the battle.
And then he does.
Just like that, he suddenly loses all focus on everything else, and Inteleon lands the final blow on Cinderace, and he can’t even worry about it, and Gloria does not celebrate her victory, because she’s too busy staring at Hop, who has a hand between his legs, crying, “No, no, not now!”
It would not take a genius to figure out what was happening, and he knows that Gloria can tell just what it is that has him so freaked out right now. She calls back Inteleon and steps closer to him, concern written all over her face, but he looks away, finally dropping his hand. His pants are dark enough that they actually don’t show that much, but it doesn’t really matter, because she definitely already knows what happened.
“That’s why you wanted to wait to battle,” she says. He just nods, not sure if he trusts his voice to speak right now. Gloria sighs and says, “You know, you could have said something. It’s just like that time when we were kids and your bro’s match went on too long, but you were so glued to the telly-”
“Please don’t remind me,” Hop groans. The last thing he needs is for her to drag up a mostly repressed memory of the other time he pissed himself in front of her.
“Sorry. Look, um,” she says, looking sheepish, “why don’t we get you to a Pokemon Center? I can help you, no one else can even tell unless they’re looking close, so…”
“Thanks, Gloria. I just…” He hangs his head. “Feel real stupid right now.”
“Stop beating yourself over it, it’s already over,” she says, doing her best to cheer him up. There is something a little off about her tone, and the way she can’t seem to look directly at him, but he is sure that he’s just imagining that. Or she’s just feeling secondhand embarrassment for him.
That has to be it, right?
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A/N: Tucker really speaks to my public humiliation love so he gets to torment May
Tucker is making it pretty clear that he knows exactly what is going on, and that he enjoys it. May is not able to figure out what it is that he likes specifically- if he just likes tormenting her, if he likes the fact that this is giving him an advantage in battle, or if he is a sadist, getting off on her suffering in particular. Maybe it goes beyond even that, and he has a specific fetish for this sort of thing. She has no idea how to feel about any of this, and, in fact, the only thing that she is sure of right now is the fact that she is absolutely bursting, and in danger of not making it to the end of this battle.
And the battle certainly is dragging on and on, as she struggles against him. She has been so busy that she did not even take the time to visit the bathroom before this, and now she is realizing just how bad of a decision that was, because Tucker has been a pain to battle, time dragging on, the battle dragging out, and May becoming less and less certain that she can win this battle, or the battle against time, and against her bursting bladder.
And Tucker definitely knows exactly what it means as she struggles to hold still, biting her lip as she squirms back and forth. He keeps giving her these teasing smiles, as he makes a spectacle of everything that he does. He is a performer through and through, always keeping things active for the crowd watching, and it will not be long before the crowd catches on to how badly this challenger needs to pee either. May is getting to the point that she really does not think she can hold it for much longer, and she knows that Tucker is counting on it, can tell from the way that he is looking at her that he is absolutely looking forward to seeing the moment that she finally loses control, and that he wants it to be right here, in front of everyone.
And she really, really has no idea how she feels about that, let alone how she is supposed to feel about it.
“Come on, now, May,” he teases her. “Seems like you’re having a tough time concentrating. You’re never going to win if you can’t keep your eyes on the prize!”
She bites her lip hard, unable to think of anything to say. Her legs are trembling, and the smirk on his face is so teasing, so knowing, that she can hardly stand to look at him. And yet there is definitely a part of her that wants to look, wants to watch the way that he watches her, waiting for the slightest slip up, for any hint that she might be closer to losing, and to losing control.
The battle is neck and neck, but any time she starts to think she has an advantage, Tucker seems to pull ahead again, making it difficult for her to catch up and to stay caught up. Her focus is shot to hell, and he would have been a tough opponent even if she had not been bursting. Right now, it is so impossible that she should probably just forfeit right now, but she knows he is going to tease her relentlessly either way, and she has to at least try to see this through to the end, no matter how much she may be freaking out about the outcome.
With her legs trembling, she squeezes her thighs together, and notices the lecherous smile on his face. Yeah, Tucker is definitely getting off on watching her struggle, that much she knows for sure, even if she does not know the extent of his perversion. Either way, that just makes it that much harder for her to focus, and she is on the verge of losing, with no way to come back from it, and she is on the verge of pissing herself right here in front of everyone, and she wishes that she could get that first loss over with, because then she might at least be able to flee the dome and find somewhere private to lose control.
But that is not in the cards, it seems.
Her final Pokemon falls, and at the same time, her bladder gives out. May tries to stop it from happening, reflexively reaching a hand between her legs to grab at herself, to try and stop the flood even as it begins, but that does her no good. It does feel a little good, relieving a different sort of pressure that she had not noticed before, but she has no time to actually think about that, because once she has started peeing, there is nothing else she can do but look down at her clothes, growing darker and wetter, until it has started to run down her legs.
Then she looks up, realizing that all eyes are on her, that looking down only helped them figure out where to aim their gazes as they watched her moment of utter humiliation. Her legs are still shaking, and she is not sure from what, and the look of arousal and glee on Tucker’s face, his excitement impossible to hide in any way, only pushes her further into these strange feelings she has no idea what to do with.
“Ha ha! Aren’t you embarrassed?” he asks, looking at her in a way that makes her squeeze her legs together again, even though her stream has slowed to a stop, her bladder completely empty, with nothing left to hold back. “Everyone’s watching!”
As if she needs a reminder of that, what with the murmur that goes through the crowd. Everyone is watching, and everyone saw her not only lose, but also completely disgrace herself, all for their entertainment, and the entertainment of the Dome Ace. And the strangest part about all of this is not his enjoyment, but hers. May finally realizes what her strange feelings are, accepting the fact that she is more turned on than she has ever been in her life.
She is definitely going to have to get Tucker to do something about that.
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A/N: Today's story involves Klara bullying Victor!
It’s kind of cute, watching Victor squirm like he honestly thinks it isn’t the most obvious thing in the world. Klara can’t help herself; she likes watching him squirm, likes seeing some discomfort in his eyes. Ever since he showed up, it seems like all she has done is chased after his shadow, actually having to put in work , and still not even close to being the star of the show. It really is unfair, pitting her against the champion, but now, she is starting to get a little bit even.
Maybe not in any meaningful way, because he will still outclass her as a trainer, and will still continue to upstage her at the dojo, but at least she will be able to get some satisfaction out of this, because it turns out the boy has such a big crush on her that he won’t even stop their training to admit he has to go to the bathroom. It would honestly be cute if he weren’t such a constant pain in the ass for her.
Victor definitely has to pee, and has tried to bring an early end to training a few times, but Klara keeps coming up with excuses to drag it out. Honestly, she has no idea how he has not caught onto her scheme yet, since she is usually the one looking for any and every excuse to not have to put in the work. But he must be too distracted by his bursting bladder to realize that she is getting a kick out of watching him struggle, that she is doing all of this just to make him that much more desperate.
She knows that he likes her, because he makes that obvious. Of course, she can’t really say that she blames him for that, considering who he’s dealing with and all. A boy like him was doomed from the start, but even when she stops putting on the charm, he seems just as infatuated with her, which is new, but not entirely unwelcome. It would be nice if he also sucked a bit more while worshiping her, because then she would be able to bask in his admiration, rather than sulking after multiple defeats, but at least his infatuation makes it easy for her to boss him around.
Which is why he keeps listening when she tells him that he better not try and skulk off to ditch training. She has no idea just how long she is going to allow this to go on, but she has enough of a mean streak that she might just let it go all the way. It could be funny, but she doesn’t think that even Victor is that pathetic enough. Eventually, he will get tired of trying to hold it just because she says to, and then he will run off, and her fun will be over. Until then, she is going to enjoy it as much as she can.
Honestly, she has no idea why she enjoys it so much. It’s a little funny, seeing him press his thighs together and bite his lip when he thinks that she won’t notice, but it should hardly qualify as world class entertainment, especially not worthy of making her drag out this boring training session just to see more of it. Really, it would be far more typical of her to have already gotten bored with this and dismissed it as too boring to qualify as good revenge, to say that revenge was not worth all of this training anyway.
Instead, she just keeps watching him, waiting to see what might happen next, thrilling a bit when she hears a soft whimper from his direction. Once again, he tries to see if she wants to stop, and she scolds him for trying to run off. With a playful smile, she feigns innocence as she says, “Don’t tell me you’re that afraid of me catchin’ up to you!”
“No, it’s not that, it’s just…nothing,” he says, and he is ready to get back to things. Truthfully, she had thought that would be the end of that, that he would finally get tired of waiting. He seems like he is about ready to burst, barely able to stand still at all, and completely unable to conceal his need, even if he might think that he is still being subtle about things. But the way that he keeps shifting his weight from foot to foot makes it obvious, and he looks like he is nearing his limit.
Maybe she should call things off. It looks like he might actually let things go all the way, and then it would be all her fault. Which she would not feel guilty about, and in fact, the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she wants to see it, and not necessarily because it would be funny, though she can’t quite figure out her own reasoning. The right thing to do would be to let it end, but she remains torn on that, barely focused on their training, barely focused on anything at all, until she hears a strained groan from Victor, and looks up to see him slightly bent over, his thighs squeezed together, a frantic look on his face.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, his face already red with embarrassment. Klara can think of nothing to say in response, though she wishes she had some way to stop him. It turns out not to be necessary, though, because he is not able to move. He needs to make his exit now, but he can’t move at all, and he looks up at her like he is ready to plead with her, but when his mouth opens, he just groans again, and then he starts pissing himself.
Right there in front of her, Victor starts to piss himself, all because Klara made him wait this long, allowing him no chance for a break. It is not funny like she initially thought it would be, but that is not because she feels bad for him, not in the slightest. She definitely should feel bad for him, but instead, she finds herself thinking he looks even cuter like this, and begins to find his crush that much more endearing, as she watches him completely soak his pants, both of them silent until his bladder is completely empty.
“I…I’m sorry,” he mumbles, and she makes a decision, then and there. There is nothing she can do about the way he keeps upstaging her, and nothing she can do about everything that has happened so far. There is, however, something that she can do about the way this is making her feel, and that has something to do with his not-so-little crush on her.
“What are you apologizing for?” she asks, with that same playful, fake-innocent smile. “This is just what I wanted!”
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A/N: Merry Kris-mas Eve
Bugsy is a lot more trouble than Kris would have expected him to be. Or, more precisely, his Scyther is, and that is making the battle take a lot longer than she expected. And she already kind of had to pee when she first got here, and that only got worse as she battled his gym trainers while trying to make her way to him, and now that she is battling against him, she really needs to pee, and his stupid Scyther is making all of this take way too long.
Bugsy does not seem to notice that anything is bothering her, which she would prefer. After all, the last thing she needs is the gym leader himself asking her why she can’t hold still. If only this could end, if only one of them would lose, just so that she can get out of her. At this point, she does not even care if she is the one to lose, just as long as it will end, though at this point, when she has put so much into trying to win, she would rather just win, so that she does not have to go through this again.
It is partially her fault that things have gone on for so long. Maybe she should have put more work into the rest of her team, because no one is really ready for this besides Bayleef, and Bayleef is at a total disadvantage here, just barely able to stand up to Bugsy’s Pokemon, meaning that in order to keep herself from losing out entirely, she just has to keep healing and wasting her turns on that.
If she would just give up on the healing now, she would lose, and it would be over, but that means a lot of wasted potions on a battle that she ended up deciding to throw, and Kris is just a little too stubborn to accept something like that. Maybe if she had decided on that from the start, but since she didn’t, she decides to keep trying, and that means that she needs to actually win this. As much as she wants it to be over quickly, as much as her bladder wants it to be over quickly, she has to try and win, so that nothing she has done so far ends up being a waste.
Besides, who’s to say a rematch would not put her right back in the same desperate position? Better to get it over with now, even if she has been squirming for a while now, even if her shorts are in danger of being soaked before she has a chance to get out of this gym.
Kris has never had to pee so badly in all her life, of that she is certain. This is definitely something that she will consider in the future, before rushing into battles like this. She has no excuse for not being properly prepared for this, but she just hadn’t been thinking, and now she is suffering for that, thighs pressed tightly together as she calls out attack after attack, trying to overcome the type disadvantage by sheer brute force, promising herself that she will never make any of these mistakes again. In every regard, she swears to be better prepared for her future battles.
But for right now, she might have to embarrass herself a lot more to make it through this battle dry. She swallows the last of her pride before jamming a hand between her legs, holding herself over her shorts, making it very obvious what she is doing. Bugsy looks at her with wide eyes, and opens his mouth, but Kris stops him.
“Please don’t say anything,” she says. “I’ll be fine, we just…we just need to keep going!”
“If you’re sure…” he says, not looking like he believes her. But he does what she says, and goes back to being a total pain in the ass, because of how much trouble he is giving her. He doesn’t go any easier on her even now that he can see she is bursting to pee, and she is not sure if she appreciates that or not.
Honestly, she is not sure of much of anything, except the fact that she is at her limit, and that she needs to get this done fast. Whenever she is not calling out an attack, she is biting her lip hard, rubbing her thighs together around her hand, doing everything in her power to hold it in. The first time her control slips, she gasps as she feels it leaking, and Bugsy tries to be polite and pretend not to notice, but she can tell that he does, just as well as she can tell that her shorts are starting to get damp.
Another leak, and they get a little bit damper, and she is sure that there will be a dark spot on them, small enough that it is probably not noticeable, but definitely there. She is so close to winning this, and she just has to hold on until then, just the same as Bayleef has to hold on and not take any of the hits too hard. Back and forth, they trade attacks, until finally, Bayleef lands the decisive blow that Kris needs, and Bugsy is done, and the badge is hers.
And her shorts are soon soaked through as she tries to take a step forward to get her back. She drops her hand, knees buckling as she loses control. Her panties and her bright yellow shorts soon become heavy with the sudden flow, and her legs are soaked and there is a puddle growing on the floor beneath her, and all the while, there’s Bugsy, politely looking away, and pretending that he doesn’t notice. It is a nice enough reaction, but it does not really do much to make her feel better about it.
Not that there is much he would be able to do to make her feel better either way. All she can do is wait until it’s over, before she steps forward, so that she can get that badge. Naturally, she offers to clean up the mess that she has made of his gym, and Bugsy remains nice about the whole ordeal. Even so, Kris is not sure if this is a humiliation she will be able to recover from so easily.
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A/N: Bonnie who has a crush on her big brother
Clemont is the best gym leader that there is, and one of the strongest trainers ever. At least, his little sister operates under that assumption, but she is at that age, and is close enough with her big brother, that of course she thinks the world revolves around him. Actually, she idolizes her big brother a lot more than she probably should, and has not quite grown out of saying things like that she wants to marry him when she grows up.
Even though she is getting past the age where that should be acceptable or cute, she continues to cling to that notion. Eventually, people are going to start wondering about her attachment to Clemont, because it does not seem like her infatuation is fading any time soon.
Either way, she idolizes him and is always happy to be able to help out in his gym, glad that she gets to direct the quiz that determines if trainers are able to face him or not. It is a busy job, but she does her best at it, all to make sure that Clemont will praise her for it at the end of the day, and so that she can be included. Otherwise, he would go off to the gym every day without her, and she would be left to do nothing but miss him.
Like this, she gets to help, and it really isn’t that hard, except when there are a handful of challengers in a day, and she has to run multiple quizzes, and then she sometimes has to miss out on Clemont’s battles with the trainers, because she is so busy dealing with the next one in line. On one such day, she is left a little stressed because she hasn’t had the chance to go to the bathroom in a while, and she is having a hard time holding still behind her podium, while she runs what she hopes is the last trainer through their quiz.
Once this one is over, she has to go watch them battle Clemont, because this is the third trainer in a row, and she missed the last two. Of those two, she knows he lost one and won one, and she wishes that she could be there to cheer him on, because he might have won the other if she had been there. Even though she needs to pee, she can’t miss this battle.
By the time she is through the final quiz, she is relieved that there is no one else here to challenge her big brother, because she doesn’t know if she can manage another. Bonnie doesn’t even know if she can hold it throughout his whole battle, but she has to try, because she can’t miss it. She has no excuse for missing even a single second of this one, and she doesn’t want Clemont to think she didn’t want to come watch.
Her place is at his side, and that is where she remains, fists clenched at her sides and legs pressed tight together. Clemont is too focused on his battle to notice her desperate state, as she bites her lip hard, shaking from the effort of trying to hold it. She knows that she is too old for accidents, and doesn’t plan on letting that happen, but she also has to be there to see this through until the end. No matter what happens, she has to hold it until the end.
Luckily for her, despite this trainer’s ability to make it to Clemont, it seems they stand no chance against him, and he wipes the floor with them, until they are down to their last Pokemon. Whenever she knows no one is looking at her, Bonnie will push a hand between her legs, holding herself for just a second, just to make it a little more bearable, and then she will try and act natural. Which is hard when she can’t stand still at all, shifting her weight from foot to foot, until finally, Clemont is bidding the trainer goodbye, and urging them to come back and challenge him again soon.
Bonnie sighs with relief, but a little too soon, because she feels a bit leak out into her panties. Squeaking, she grabs herself again, just in time for Clemont to turn and face her as he says, “Well, that was a pretty busy afternoon, huh…Bonnie?!”
She’s so embarrassed, but there is nothing she can do about it right now, left holding herself and trembling, so close to losing control that there is nothing else for it. Clemont gawks at her for a moment before asking, “Why did you wait so long? Bonnie, you need to get to the bathroom now!”
“I know!” she whines. “I just didn’t want to miss another battle!”
“Oh, Bonnie…” he says with a sigh, but he does not scold her. “Do you think you can get there on your own?”
She nods, but tries to take a step, immediately stopping because she leaks again, and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I…I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay, I’ll get you there,” he replies, leaning down to pick her up. Clemont is far from strong, and has struggled more and more with carrying her, the bigger she has gotten, but right now, he lifts her like it is effortless, and is quick to head for the gym’s bathroom, meant for him and his trainers. Bonnie trembles in his arms, unable to cling to him like she normally would, because she can’t let go of herself.
Even that is not enough, though. She keeps leaking and leaking, until, much to her horror, what comes out is a lot more than just a leak. Bonnie lets out a shriek, trying to tell Clemont to put her down, but it’s too late. Right there in his arms, just before they reach the bathroom, she can’t stop it anymore, and starts peeing, quickly soaking through her panties and her shorts, and getting Clemont wet in the process.
He surprises her by not putting her down as soon as he realizes what is happening. Instead, he holds her closer, even though she tries to protest this. Clemont shushes her, rubbing her back and holding her all the way through, until her bladder is empty and both of them are wet.
“Shh, it’s okay, Bonnie,” he says, as she gives into tears.
“But it isn’t okay!” she wails. “I didn’t mean to…but I got you all wet, and I couldn’t even…”
“It’s been a really busy afternoon, Bonnie. It’s not your fault you couldn’t make it,” he assures her. She is not sure if she believes him or not, knowing that she could have prevented this. But with her beloved big brother comforting her in such a gentle voice and holding her so close, she can’t help but accept it, if only because she loves being spoiled.
Eventually, he does sit her down, because the two of them have to get cleaned up. But when he does, Bonnie leans up to give him a quick kiss, even though she is getting too old to not know the difference between kissing her brother on the cheek and on the lips.
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A/N: Sorry, guys, my internet was messed up yesterday and I ended up forgetting to post here when I had a reliable connection again. So this post will contain the Grant fic AND the Lyra fic. Grant fic is solo omo, Lyra fic involves Petrel and Lance a little bit.
Sometimes being up high like this makes him feel like he needs to pee. Grant has no idea why that is, or why it only happens sometimes, but he is never able to predict when it might come on, and it usually is not such a big deal that it really matters all that much. Sometimes it calms down almost as soon as his feet hit the ground again, even though, up until that point, it is pretty urgent.
He assumes that is the case today, as he scales the walls in his gym, just to keep in shape. It has been a bit since his busy schedule has allowed him a chance for a proper mountain climb, but at least his gym allows him these options, so that he never has to worry about getting out of the habit of doing what he loves most. And since the walls go so high in here, he never has to worry about it getting boring. If he wants to, he can spend hours just climbing and sometimes even letting his imagination run a little wild, imagining himself exploring some mountain no one has ever successfully scaled before, or something like that.
It may be a little silly, but he keeps it to himself, so there is nothing wrong with that. Of course, his fantasies usually get interrupted by the sudden stab of desperation that hits him out of nowhere in the middle of his climb. He has never made any progress when it comes to figuring out the source of that, and by now, he is so used to it that he just tries to ignore it, certain that he will feel immediately fine as soon as he goes to the trouble of lowering himself to the ground again.
It always turns into a waste, to do it before he has reached the top, so he is just going to keep going, ignoring the pressure in his bladder until it starts to fade away, and he can get back to focusing on the more important things. This is so common that he really does think nothing of it, even when it starts to get more persistent, making it hard for him to even ignore it.
Grant grits his teeth a bit, doing what he can to push it out of his mind. It does not help that, up here, there is not much that he can do to alleviate that pressure. He is stuck in some pretty set positions, his hands definitely occupied, not that he would ever hold it to the point that he had to hold himself to keep things under control. It is just a thought that enters his mind, that he would not be able to do that even if he wanted to. And he definitely doesn’t need to, because he is used to this, and knows it does not mean anything serious.
But he wouldn’t mind rushing his climb a little bit, just so he can lower himself to the ground and get rid of this nagging desperation already. Not yet, because he is so close to the top, and if he is going to start over, he would rather start completely fresh, on a different wall, after saying that he has managed to reach the top of this one. Just a small matter of pride that does not matter one way or another, since no one is watching, but a matter of pride none the last.
By the time he does reach the top, he feels a little shaky, his need not dissipating at all. Grant is starting to realize that he might actually have to piss this badly, and the mysterious effect high altitudes sometimes have on his body might not have anything to do with it. He has been at this for a while, so maybe it is for the best that he is about to descend, where he can then take a short break, before thinking about what he wants to climb next.
Once he hits the floor, he knows for sure that he is actually, genuinely bursting right now, and is unsure how it hit him so suddenly, without any warning. Maybe he was more distracted by his imagination than he realized, but the point is, now that he is on the ground, he knows that this is genuine, and that he’d better hurry. Even just walking around is starting to become hard on him, and he is pretty sure that it has been a long time since the last time he was this desperate.
Maybe he was a little quick to say that he would never let it get so bad that he had to hold himself. It’s not like he intentionally let things go on this long, but he decides it can’t hurt to take that extra precaution as he stumbles towards the bathroom, hand at his crotch, his climbing gear only mildly in the way of all that.
His climbing gear!
Once in the bathroom, he realizes just how much of a pain this is going to be to get off. It always take a little while, but he normally has a little while, and right now, he is just not sure about that. He moves his hand away, jostling his legs, squirming in place as he starts to take it off, only to have to grab himself again for a moment, because he keeps leaking.
Slowly, he pulls his hand away again to start working on getting his gear out of the way so that he can undo his pants, and that is the end of that. He is not able to move his hand back fast enough to stop the sudden burst of warm piss, soaking through and making a very visible mark on his light pants, one that he knows means he is going to have to change either way.
So, with a sigh, he decides to just give up completely, groaning as he lets it all out. Grant still has no idea how he let it go on this long, and he is mortified that something like this could even happen to him, but at the very least, this happened on a day when his gym is mostly empty, and he always has something to change into, in the event of something happening to his clothes during a climb or a battle.
He never counted on that something being him having an accident at his age, but it could have been a lot worse. At least this way he has it all under control.
End of the Grant fic, start of the Lyra fic
She has to impress Lance, here and now. Lyra isn’t sure why she is so driven to make sure that she impresses the older man, other than the fact that he has managed to charm her beyond belief, but either way, she knows that she can’t let him know what’s actually going on with her. Even if she were not completely infatuated with him, she would not want him to know that right now, at the worst possible moment, she has just realized how badly she needs to pee.
It still feels unreal, that he wanted her to come with him to infiltrate the Team Rocket hideout, to try and put an end to whatever it is that they are doing out here, but it must be real, because here she is. And she knows that this is definitely not a good time to ask if she can take a short break, and that that sort of break is completely off the table. As long as Lance is here with her, she has to keep ignoring the way her bladder has started to throb, and even when they split up, she knows she can’t risk doing anything about it in a place like this.
She is sent running all over the place, battling grunt after grunt as she tries to find a man named Petrel, who should have the key that Lance needs, to get in and shut off their signal, thus ending their scheme out here. All of that is a lot harder to focus on when she has to also focus on her bursting bladder, and she and her Pokemon get worn down, with all of these battles. It may have been more than she was ready to handle, but she couldn’t say no to Lance, and now she wants to do her best, to impress him.
Every now and then, when she is certain that there is no one else around, she will stop to try and compose herself, wishing that there were any way she could take care of this. Instead, she is just left to squirm in an empty hallway before she feels ready to move on, and then she gets back to it, knowing that she is close, that Petrel can’t be too far off. It’s just that she has no idea how much longer this is going to last after she gets the key, and she really might not make it.
Actually battling Petrel is a hell in and of itself, once she actually finds him, and gets him to take off his disguise- some attempt to intimidate her by making her think she’s going up against the Giovanni, maybe? Whatever the case, she is about at her breaking point, and he can tell that something is wrong with her from the start, teasing her about not seeming all that tough, asking her if she’s daydreaming like the little girl she is, but never actually guessing the reason.
At least until he sees her squeezing her thighs together, while she tries to cope with how many Poison types he has. Then, she sees realization dawn on him, and a sleazy grin spread across his face. Or maybe it is just a normal grin, and he is just that sleazy on his own. Either way, she knows that she has been found out, even before he says, “Oh, so you’re distracted cos you need to piss, huh?”
She looks away, not dignifying him with a response, wanting to focus on the battle, but he will not let it go, laughing at her unfortunate plight. “Aw, no wonder you look so stressed out. Here I thought you were just scared of me, but I guess you and that meddling champion have been skulking around for a while, right?”
“Don’t worry about that,” she snaps. “Worry about battling me, instead.”
Petrel gets a bit of a laugh out of that, but replies, “Fine, fine, but at least let me give you some advice about trying to bring down criminal organizations, since it looks like your precious Lance couldn’t do that for you You should at least go to the bathroom before breaking an entering!”
He must think that he’s so funny. Lyra hates just how bad this is getting for her, because it means that she really does have to try her hardest to hold it, even knowing that Petrel is watching, completely aware of every little sign of her desperation. At the same time, since he already knows, there is really not that much point in trying to hide it from him, when she thinks about it like that. Maybe he might snicker a bit when she shoves a hand between her legs, but at least she knew that was coming, and that he would have found something to laugh about either way.
She should be able to win this easily, but the way she keeps having to double down on not wetting herself throws her off, and it drags on too long, and she already knows that she is not going to make it either way. The way Petrel looks at her does not make things easier, and it is hard not to think that there is something more than teasing behind his eyes, as he starts to ignore his own efforts in the battle to focus more on the way her legs are trembling while she keeps a tight grip between them, trying, and failing, to stop leak after leak.
Lyra wins the battle once Petrel lets himself get that distracted, but the victory does not count for much, because no sooner has his last Pokemon fainted than she has lost control at last. She yelps and tries to stop it, but it’s no use- her overalls are quickly stained darker, and it is soon gushing past her hand and down her legs, until she moves her hand to the side, knowing that there is nothing she can do to stop it. All the while, Petrel’s eyes never leave her.
There is silence, before he says, “Look. I am a nice guy…” She seriously doubts that, but still listens to what he has to say.
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Lyra can hardly believe all of this has happened to her. Obviously, there is no chance for her to change, and no way to hide what has happened from Lance. She is left trudging around the hideout in soaking overalls, not needing to explain herself to him, since he can figure it out from a glance. What is harder to explain is why she has a Murkrow with her, doing a perfect impression of Petrel, but all she says is that she handled things, rather than explaining that, out of pity for her, or probably because he’s that much of a creep and enjoyed the show, Petrel decided to help her with what they needed.
She just can’t help but notice the way Lance keeps looking at her now, and is not sure how to take it. He is nothing like Petrel, and yet, there is a certain similarity to the look in their eyes…
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A/N: I did decide to just go with Molayne for the 29th, cos I got this idea here. Traveling during his island challenge with Guzma who is surprisingly not an ass for once
“We’re obviously lost,” Guzma comments, completely unhelpfully, as Molayne tries to make sense of the map and get them back on the right track. He knows that they are, and Guzma has made sure to remind him of that at every opportunity, but that does nothing to get them any less lost, and really just makes it that much harder to concentrate on finding the right path. That, and other things.
“I know, but I think I’ve almost got it figured out…” Molayne replies, shifting his weight a bit, gritting his teeth. It isn’t often that he and Guzma end up traveling together, just knowing each other through their mutual friend, and it is even less often that they end up traveling together without Kukui there. It’s just his luck that one of the few times he gets alone with the boy that he- for reasons completely unknown to him- has started to develop a crush on, he would end up getting them lost, and he would end up bursting to pee while trying to navigate.
“Yeah, but how long’s that gonna take? Why doncha just piss out here? I’m not gonna watch or anything,” Guzma says, and Molayne goes stiff at his words. Guzma laughs at that. “What, ya thought I couldn’t tell?”
“It’s…really not a big deal,” he says, and immediately feels stupid for even responding. He should have tried to deny it, but then, Guzma probably would have been able to tell that he was lying, since he has already been able to figure out Molayne’s quickly growing desperation. Which begs the question, why doesn’t he just go and get it over with?
Guzma isn’t going to think he’s weird for doing that, since it’s basically mandatory when doing the island challenge, what with all the traveling and such. If they’re lost and have no idea when they are going to get unlost, it only makes sense. Except Molayne is way too shy to actually do something like that around anyone, let alone Guzma. He is mortified just knowing that Guzma knows, so he would probably die if he actually did that. No matter how much sense it makes, and no matter how natural it is.
“Suit yourself,” the other boy mutters with a shrug. Molayne is actually surprised that he does not push the issue further, even though it has little to do with him. Guzma is so stubborn, and can pick a fight over anything, often seeming like he is just looking for an excuse to snap. Instead, he just lets it go, just like that, even though he is clearly annoyed with the whole thing.
Almost like he gets it, which Molayne doubts, since he has a hard time imagining Guzma being shy about anything.
Either way, that is the last thing he says on the subject while the two of them continue to try and navigate, not sure how they managed to get this disastrously lost. Molayne tries to ignore the warning pangs from his bladder, as he gets closer and closer to a critical point, hoping desperately that he can hold out for as long as it takes to find civilization and ditch Guzma. Even if that is looking less likely by the moment, he tries to ignore his own worries, tries to assure himself that he is going to be just fine, just as long as he keeps on holding it.
Holding it is getting really hard, though. He lets his mind wander for just a moment and is brought back to reality as he panics, realizing that he has leaked a little bit. His whimper is soft, but Guzma still hears it, looking over to him for a second before looking away again, trying to pretend like he doesn’t notice. It’s hard not to wonder why Guzma is being uncharacteristically nice about the whole thing, but Molayne can’t even dwell on that. It is taking all of his willpower not to shove a hand between his legs to try and keep things under control, but that would be way too embarrassing, and Guzma would definitely make fun of him for it, no matter how nice he is being.
Even so, it almost feels worth it to take the risk. Every step he takes leaves him that much more certain he is about to lose it, and he can’t let that happen, but he also can’t will himself to step away for a minute so that he can go behind one of many large plants out here in the middle of nowhere. Guzma continues to pointedly ignore him even as his groans and whimpers become more frequent, and even as he often has to stop walking completely to try and stop another series of spurts from escaping and causing the slight spot on the front of his pants to grow even more.
Molayne knows by now that he isn’t going to make it. Even though they are fairly certain that they are not that far from finding their way to somewhere, they aren’t going to find their way there soon enough. As much as it embarrasses him, pissing himself is going to be infinitely worse, so he needs to just get over his hangups and do it already.
Which is why he clears his throat and starts to say, “Can you wait for a second, I…”
But he never gets to say what it is that he’s going to do- as if Guzma does not have enough context clues to figure that one out- because he suddenly doubles over, hand darting between his legs on reflex, as his body suddenly decides that the minute or so it would take him to get out of visual, and hopefully hearing, range is not enough time. With Guzma just a few feet away, and still looking at him because he had been speaking, Molayne starts peeing full force, and is not able to stop, no matter how hard he tries.
All he can do is whimper as it keeps gushing out of him, until he has to give up and just let it happen. By that point, Guzma has looked away, a blush tinging his cheeks that is nothing compared to the shade of red Molayne knows that he has turned. It doesn’t really help, though, because he already knows what’s happened, and this is a humiliation that Molayne is never going to be able to recover from.
Sure, he may have been nice about everything so far, but there is no way he’s going to let this go without making fun of Molayne, and no way that he is ever going to see him as anything more than-
“I can keep look out while you get changed,” Guzma suddenly says, finally breaking the silence. “Like there’s anyone out here to catch you either way.” There is no cruelty to his voice, not even the slightest hint that he might make fun of Molayne for this. He treats it all like it’s perfectly natural, like he still understands, which is the exact opposite of what Molayne was expecting.
But he definitely isn’t complaining.
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A/N: Leaf has to deal with Blue being a nuisance
Blue is always pestering her for battles at the worst times. It seems like Blue is always causing her problems in some way or another, ever since they met. As her neighbor, childhood friend, and now rival, he has been nothing but a pain, with perhaps the most annoying thing about him being how much she likes him, beneath all of that. She feels like he might be the worst choice for a first crush, but at least her feelings for him never get in the way of her kicking his ass in one of those inconvenient battles.
This is probably the most inconvenient of all, though, because she was trying to get into town without encountering any other trainers for a reason. And even when she tried to tell Blue that she was in a hurry, and that they could battle later, he just accused her of being scared until he had her agreeing right then and there, just to get him to shut up about it. But now that she is absolutely bursting, she is just not sure about all of this. She should have just ignored his obvious attempts to egg her on, should have kept going, because this battle is taking forever, and she really needs to pee.
Blue can tell, too. He hasn’t said anything about it, but she knows that smirk on his face means that he has figured it out, not that it would take a genius to figure it out. After all, she can’t stand still at all, with her thighs squeezed tight together as she squirms back and forth, doing her best to focus on the battle. The only thing that could possibly make this situation worse would be to lose to him, and give him something else to tease her about.
He is a tough opponent, even if she usually manages to overpower him in the end. They are rivals for a reason, after all, and when her focus is completely shot, that makes it harder for her to keep up with him and to try and get an edge over him, like she normally is able to do. It is taking all she has not to mess up the battle while also keeping her skirt dry. Her panties are kind of a lost cause at this point, already a bit damp from the occasional leak that she is barely able to stop, but as long as nothing makes it past her panties, then Blue will not know about it, so it might as well have not happened.
But she really, really has to pee, and he seems to be taking great delight in that, not even calling back his Wartortle when she switches to her Ivysaur. That is probably the only reason that she is still in this, because even though her focus is terrible, he is messing around with type match ups just so that he can get a few more water guns in, and make her squirm that much more. He definitely knows that she has to pee, might have even known from the start when he egged her on to get her to battle with him, and she is never going to forgive him for being such a colossal asshole.
And yet, somehow, her crush on him has not faded a bit. There is something seriously wrong with her, to be attracted to him even through all of this, and to be more concerned about looking good in front of him, when it comes to wanting to win and to make it to the bathroom. She bites her lip hard, crossing her legs and not caring a bit that he laughs at her, just as long as she can pull through with this victory.
And in the end, she does win! It is close, because of how bad her focus is, but she wins, and Blue is not able to gloat or lord his own victory over her. She is on the verge of wetting herself, but maybe if she sprints, she can still make it, or maybe she should just give up and find a bush, but she has to make Blue leave before she can do that.
“Let me just get your prize money,” he says, and begins digging through his bag. Horrified, she realizes that he is going slowly on purpose, taking his time looking for it, and she doubles over, jamming her hands between her legs, her skirt all bunched up as she starts to move away.
“Forget it, don’t worry about it!” she cries. “I need to get going, because…because…” Leaf does not have time to try and explain herself, and is about to take off for the nearest bush, for anything that might give her enough privacy to drop her panties and let loose, but just one step is all it takes to push her past her limit. And so, with Blue staring gleefully at her, she starts to piss herself, her panties quickly flooded enough that it leaves the front of her skirt soaked before she can move it out of the way.
Reflexively, she lifts it to try and prevent further damage, not that it should matter anymore, and Blue’s eyes widen as he gets a full view of her soaked panties, and the way that the streams run down both of her legs. He blushes, but does not have the decency to look away, and watches her all the way until the end, as Leaf glares off to the side, tears already starting to cloud her vision. Finally, she drops her skirt, and sniffs, knowing that she needs to make a run for it right now, as soon as her legs remember how to work.
“Did you seriously just…oh, man!” says Blue, who finally has something to gloat over. Maybe he lost the battle, but he got something a lot more entertaining than prize money, and she is never going to live this down. Leaf can’t help it then, and she starts to cry, certain that this will just give Blue even more ammunition.
Instead, the smile fades from his face, his laughter forgotten as he says, “Hey…”
“Just go away,” she mumbles. “You got your show, and I need to set up my tent so I can change clothes.”
“Leaf, it wasn’t…I didn’t think…I wasn’t thinking, alright?” He steps closer to her, and she sees a strange expression on his face, like nothing she has ever seen before. Could it be that Blue is actually apologetic about all of this? “I guess I didn’t think about the consequences, I was just being stupid because I…well, that doesn’t matter! I’m just sorry!”
“What are you apologizing for?” she mumbles, feeling even more awkward now. Smug, asshole Blue is someone that she has plenty of experience with, someone that she knows how to handle. Nice, remorseful, apologetic Blue is something entirely different.
“I’ll help you, if you need me to?” He seems really intent on trying to make this up to her, even though there is really nothing that he can do now. Even so, she decides to let him stand guard, since it will make him shut up about helping her.
While she changes, she wonders just what has gotten into him, to make him act so nice to her. But she has to admit, it is a nice change, and one that will make it that much harder for her to get over her crush on him.
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A/N: The end of the month, this one was just self-indulgent for me. Zapp is my OC, she's an Electric gym leader, she and Piers were childhood friends and rivals who took about a decade to get together, and they both pee and get horny from it in this one
Zapp actually really likes going out with Piers, whenever he picks what they do, as opposed to her dragging him around to wherever she wants to go while he puts up with it because he loves her. The latter is something that they did even back when they were just friends, back before she knew he was doing it because he was in love with her, but back then, he never thought she would want to do anything with him.
Stupid of him, since she is just as crazy about him, if not more so, and also stupid because she actually enjoys the things that he takes her out to do. This is the first concert that she has been to that he isn’t a part of, and she is, for the most part, having a good time. It’s a group of local bands, some friends of his that she is not as well acquainted with, and so far, they have had a great night.
The only reason she is only having a good time for the most part is because of the part where a shitty venue like this does not seem to have a bathroom, at least not anywhere that she can see, and it has been a long night so far. Zapp knows things are starting to wind down, and that they will be going back to his place soon enough, but for her, that really can’t come soon enough. She bites her lip whenever she knows that Piers isn’t looking, trying to keep him from figuring out just how badly that she has to piss.
The tight pants aren’t helping either. They look damn good on her, and are pretty much a staple for her casual dates, but the way they cut into her stomach puts a lot of extra pressure on her bladder, making it a lot harder for her to keep ignoring how urgent this is becoming. When he takes her hand to lead her out of here, saying that he can’t wait to get her back home, she is so relieved, though she tries to hide it.
She is so desperate that she can’t even take the time to appreciate how forward he is being as he expresses his idea to get her home. It seems that all concerts give him that same boost of energy and confidence, not just ones where he is the one onstage. She loves catching him right after a show, because he is usually so keyed up that he is immediately in the mood, not needing to build up to anything at all, taking her right then and there and giving her everything that she needs.
Sometimes, his patience does not even last until he can get her home, and she has been pinned to the wall of more than a few grungy backstage bathrooms in her time. Even as popular as he is, he does not often get places much nicer than that, but maybe she should not let herself think about any sort of bathroom right now, even when thinking about what she and her boyfriend do in them.
She is nervous as she walks at his side, but he is so keyed up that he hardly notices, going on about the show, making her feel bad because she is probably not being a very good listener right now. It has been a lot of fun, and she wants to engage more, wants him to know that she genuinely loves this, and that they should do stuff like this more often, but all she can think about is what happens when they get home, and her thoughts have little to do with whatever he has on his mind.
“Zapp, didja hear me?” he asks, and she realizes that she must have spaced out completely, because she missed a question.
“What was that? Sorry, I must have gotten distracted…” she mumbles.
“Are you alright?” Rather than repeating himself, Piers looks down at her, searching her face with concern in his eyes. “You’re feeling okay, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely!” she replies, trying to hype herself up, so that he does not have any reason to question her. He does not look entirely convinced, though, so she adds, “It was just loud, so I’m still…” She trails off, already knowing that this excuse is not going to fly.
“Alright, but I can pretty clearly remember you saying that doesn’t normally bother ya after my shows, so d’ya wanna try that answer again?”
“It’s nothing, I promise I’m fine,” she insists, but Piers is not having it. Maybe if he were not so keyed up right now, he might not be so persistent, and might back off when she tells him not to worry, and just worry privately while hoping she might eventually confide in him. Instead, he presses the issue, not wanting to rest until he knows what has his girlfriend so quiet and inattentive.
“Zapp, come on, I just wanna help.”
“It’s really nothing! I just…kinda need to pee, and I was distracted thinking about that,” she mumbles, kind of wanting to die even as she says it. It only becomes that much more embarrassing because he makes such a big deal out of it.
“Oh, uh…” He even blushes and looks away! She really wishes she hadn’t said anything. “Yeah, I guess there wasn’t a whole lot of options for that, huh? I’m pretty used to it, but I kinda…I mean, same here.”
Why does that make her heart skip a bit? It definitely shouldn’t make her heart skip a beat for Piers to agree that he has to piss too, but now she can’t stop thinking about his need in addition to her own, and that makes no sense to her. And maybe it makes sense for her to be turned on in the wake of what he said about wanting to get her home, but that was before they left, and this is just now hitting her, and hitting her hard.
It makes it hard for her to think about anything else, and she can’t pretend like she doesn’t know what brought it on. This is just hardly the time for any of that, and she needs to worry about getting home without humiliating herself, not her sudden and strange desire to see something like that happen to Piers. The couple keeps walking in silence, and by the time they are at the door, she is just relieved that the awkward walk is over, and that the two of them will soon be rid of the problem, and rid of things for her to dwell on.
“You can go first,” he says, as he unlocks his door. It seems that his post-concert high is starting to wear off, and she hopes that isn’t permanent, that she didn’t kill the mood by admitting to her desperation. The door swings open, and she walks past him, heading for the bathroom, only for his hand to suddenly grab hold of her wrist, stopping her in her tracks and pulling her so that she turns around to face him.
Her knees buckle, and a spurt leaks out, soaking into her panties and causing her to nearly panic. Piers does not seem to notice or care about her obvious discomfort, and instead moves her, pinning her right to the wall, where he can hold her in place. She recognizes the look on his face, the way he looks at her when he has his way with her after a show, but he knows that now should not be the time for that, and he had seemed calm up until now.
Up until now, when he shoves his knee right between her legs, forcing them apart, and Zapp cries out as he grinds his leg against her, and even in the midst of this absolute disaster, it feels so good that she almost forgets that she-
She yelps, but she is not able to break free from this, and she loses it while he holds her there, his leg between hers. Her stupidly tight purple jeans show it so well when the dark spot begins to spread, and Piers watches her with that same look on his face, and she is only now starting to realize that this is all intentional. Whether it is as impulsive as it seems or not, it is definitely intentional, and he wanted to make her piss himself, and once he starts moaning, as she begins soaking through the leg of his jeans, she knows that he is very glad to have caused it.
Zapp should probably be mad at him, but instead, she’s just glad. Glad to be empty, glad that he wants this and it wasn’t some humiliating incident that could potentially ruin their relationship (as if Piers would ever be that shallow, though), and glad that she has his leg here to start grinding back against as she soaks her pants and pisses all over him, and finds that she is seriously horny right now, and needs to do something about all of that.
“Fuck, Zapp,” he groans, feeling the way she grinds against him. “I guess it’s safe to say you’re into that too?”
“Didn’t exactly know I was. Didn’t exactly know you were either,” she replies, but she does not slow down, moaning between words. She is completely empty now, but still riled up, still unable to contain herself. “That was a little bold of you.”
“I maybe didn’t know I was into it either,” he replies, looking more than a little flustered, his facade crumbling just for the moment. But then, that look crosses over his face again. “But watchin’ you squirm did something to me, and I couldn’t just let ya get away…”
“You can go first,” she says, in a mocking imitation of his voice. “So, I guess that was total bullshit, then?”
“You kinda did,” he teases her, and she gives him a look. Letting go of her hands and stepping back, he chuckles at the way she whines, losing the friction she is able to get from rubbing on his leg. “You’re not really made though, are you?”
“I’m not, but what about you? You still gotta piss too, right?” she asks, and he bites his lip, nodding.
“Kinda worse since I felt you do it all over me, if I’m bein’ honest. But something tells me you’re not gonna let me get past you,” he says, and it sounds more like hope than a plea to do otherwise. He has nothing to worry about there, because there is no way in hell Zapp would let him get away with that without getting proper revenge either way, and she still has her own curiosities to satisfy, after how suddenly excited she got just to hear that he had to piss too.
“Aw, poor thing. How much worse has it gotten?” she asks, stepping closer to him, pushing her hips to his as she leans up to murmur in his ear. “You know, I could help you hold it, if you wanted me to.” As she says that, she moves her hand down between him, briefly groping him and listening to the low groan that gets caught in his throat, before moving it back up. “But if I do that, you really shouldn’t trust me not to switch tactics and just pull your belt super tight.”
“Holy shit, Zapp,” he breathes. “Where’s all this comin’ from?”
“I…honestly don’t know,” she confesses, breaking immediately. “Just felt like the right thing to say.”
“Well, I kinda like this new side of you. But I don’t think pullin’ on my belt is gonna be necessary.” As he speaks, he pushes his hips further into hers, and with a low groan, he gives up on holding it. Her jeans become a lot wetter as he starts pissing his own, and she can feel the sudden rush of warmth, glad to be getting soaked all over again.
It’s not secret that everything Piers does turns her on, and she feels like she discovers something new every day that she wants to do with him. After spending years dreaming about him and fantasizing about him, the only thing that really surprises her is that she did not think of all of this sooner. But as she steps back from his embrace and inspects the stain left on his white jeans, she is glad they at least made this discovery tonight.
And then he has his arms around her, pulling her right back against him, and this time, it is to kiss her, hungry and possessive. Yeah, she’s definitely glad they discovered this tonight, and though she can’t wait to see where they go with this in the future, right now, she is completely content to keep living in the moment.
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This is a little something I wrote a couple of days ago. It's a one-shot for now. Maybe there will be more at some point if people like it and I feel up to it. The protagonists are as yet nameless, but that may change too. Who knows?
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It starts with harmless flirting. We’re both grad students, sharing an apartment. He’s studying law, I’m in computer science. We didn’t know each other from before, I just found his ad in a Facebook group saying he was looking for a roommate. I’d just been dumped at the time and needed a new place to live. We joke around, he makes lewd comments and we laugh about it.
The first time it happens, we’re both drunk. We’ve had a night out with some other students and when we get home, he grabs me and kisses me. We don’t even make it to the bedroom, we just fuck in the hall, up against the front door. It’s never been like that before, with anyone. He’s forceful, and I really like it.
We’re not boyfriends. We never kiss, after that first time when we were drunk. But a couple of times a week, we end up in bed together. I never used to be such a bottom, but I love the way he fucks me. I never used to be a size-queen either, but his cock is amazing. I wake up with a sore ass and finger marks around my wrists, and I love it.
We’ve been doing it for about a month when, one Saturday, he asks me to the movies out of the blue. An early afternoon showing of some new action flick. I agree immediately, even though it’s not really my genre. I don’t know if it’s a date or if we’re just going out as friends, but I wear my favourite skinny jeans with a faded band t-shirt that’s slightly loose around the collar. It shows off just a little bit of collar bone. I think I look pretty cute. You know, for being me.
He buys me a bucket-sized drink on the way into the theatre. ‘Make sure you drink it all,’ he says. Somehow, it sounds like a command, not a suggestion.
I glance over at him as we sit down. ‘Hey,’ I whisper, licking my lips.
‘Hm?’
‘I . . . I was just wondering . . .’
He turns his eyes on me. ‘Wondering what?’
‘Is . . . is this a date?’ I mumble.
He smiles a little wider. ‘I don’t know. Is it?’
I blush, staring down at the drink in my hands, and for want of anything else to do, take a large sip.
It’s a pretty good movie in spite of the genre, but about halfway through I start getting the powerful urge to piss. I lean close and whisper, ‘Can I get past? I gotta use the bathroom.’
‘No,’ he says softly.
I blink. ‘I . . . what?’
‘No,’ he repeats. ‘You’re staying here. You finish that drink yet?’
I shake my head. ‘It’s a really big drink.’
‘I know. And I’ll be annoyed with you if you haven’t finished it by the time the movie’s done. Stay in your seat.’
Someone shushes us from the row behind and I bite my lip, turning my gaze to the screen. I tap my foot. I guess I can hold it. I take another sip of the drink.
I don’t really remember much of the second half of the movie. When my leg starts shaking, he grabs my thigh and squeezes. I swallow, take another drink, try not to think about how much I need to piss. When the movie’s done, he takes the cup from me.
‘Hm. You didn’t finish it.’
‘I . . . I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I just . . . I really need to—’
‘Finish the drink first,’ he tells me. ‘We’re not going anywhere until you do.’
He hands the drink back and I take it wordlessly. There’s not that much left, and somehow I manage to finish. Then we stand. I immediately cross my legs. This is not good. I feel like I may wet myself if I don’t get to a bathroom soon.
But when we exit the theatre, he takes my hand and leads me straight past the toilets. I stare at him. ‘Wait! I gotta—’
‘Hold it until we get home,’ he says.
‘But—’
‘Stop talking back.’ His voice is calm and he’s smiling. He looks mildly amused. I feel myself flush. Part of me is angry that he won’t let me go pee. Another part is embarrassed that I’m struggling so much to hold it. And then there’s a third part of me, buried deep, that’s . . . excited.
We exit out onto the street. It’s only about five o’clock so it’s still light. ‘Promise we’re going straight home?’ I ask, my voice pleading.
‘I promise. We’re going to the car.’
Walking is a struggle. With every step, I worry I’ll pee my pants. ‘Please,’ I try again. ‘Can’t we go by a café or something so I can—’
He stops in his tracks and I halt as well. He turns to me. ‘Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?’ Lowering his voice, he whispers, ‘I think I’m gonna have to punish you. When I get you home, I’m gonna give you a good, long spanking. And then . . . then I’m gonna wreck you.’
I shut my eyes tight, trying to keep my breathing steady. That excitement rises in me, my body responding to his words and his voice. Around us on the busy street, people are walking, chatting, on their way to places. I desperately need to pee. The good news is I’m rock hard, which helps. The bad news is I’m rock hard and I’m wearing really tight jeans. My cheeks feel hot. I take a shaky breath.
‘Oh?’ I feel him step closer. ‘What’s this, hm? Did the promise of a spanking make you this hard?’ I open my eyes and meet his gaze. My eyes are wide. He smiles. ‘What’s the matter, boy?’
‘I . . .’ I swallow. ‘It’s embarrassing . . .’
‘What is?’ he asks. I don’t answer, not sure what to say. ‘Getting this hard just from me talking to you? Getting this hard in a public space? Man, anyone who looks in the direction of your crotch will see how hard you are in those tight jeans.’
I shut my eyes again and whimper. ‘Please . . .’
‘Please what?’
I shake my head. ‘I . . . I don’t . . . I can’t move . . .’
‘You can’t move? Why?’
‘I . . . I really have to pee!’
He chuckles. ‘Does that make you hard too?’
There’s no use lying to him, so I nod, eyes still shut tight. ‘What do I do?’
‘Well, doesn’t seem you have much choice,’ he says. ‘You’re just gonna have to pee.’
My eyes fly open again. ‘Here?’
‘Good a place as any.’
‘Someone will see!’
‘If they see, they see. My car is over there.’ He points. ‘If you can’t get there like this, you’ll just have to pee first.’
‘Like . . . piss my pants?’ He nods and I shake my head. ‘That’s gross!’
‘Hm. Is it? Is that how you really feel?’
It is and it isn’t. It does feel gross, but the thought of it makes me feel so hot too. ‘I . . . I’ll try to make it to the car,’ I say at last, and I take a step forward. It’s one step too many and I lose control. ‘Fuck!’
‘Potty mouth,’ he admonishes me. ‘That’s gonna earn you an extra spanking.’
‘Ugh!’ I try to stop the flow, but it’s not working. He’s staring at me, his eyes moving down my body to the wet patch forming on the front of my jeans. They’ll be soaked soon if I can’t stop, if I can’t cut off the flow. In the end, I give up. I cover my face with my hands and sob, letting it happen.
‘Hm, dirty boy,’ he says softly when I’m all finished. ‘Let’s get to the car.’
I open my eyes and look around. No one’s watching me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean no one noticed a grown-ass man wetting his skinny jeans in the middle of the street. I let him take my hand and lead me to the car. ‘Won’t . . . won’t I stain the seats?’ I mumble.
‘They can be cleaned,’ he says. ‘Get in.’
I get in the car. It’s only a short ride to the apartment. When we get in, he pulls down my pants without ceremony in the hall, the sopping wet material hitting the tile floor with a wet thud. I’m still hard, but he doesn’t touch me, just looks at me.
‘So dirty,’ he says. ‘A man in his twenties who can’t even hold his bladder. Aren’t you ashamed?’
I stare at the floor, my face red, and nod. ‘Yes,’ I whimper.
‘Imagine if this had happened somewhere else. In class, maybe, in front of everybody. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?’
It would, and the very thought is making my cock throb. ‘I . . . please!’ I try.
‘Please what?’
‘L . . . let me come!’
‘Oh, is that it? You think you deserve that?’ He reaches down and runs his finger up the length of my cock. It’s almost enough to do it, but then he withdraws his hand and I whine forlornly. ‘Not yet, boy. I owe you a spanking.’
‘B-but it hurts!’ I manage.
‘All the more reason,’ he says, a wicked grin forming on his lips. ‘Now come with me.’
He drags me into the bathroom, where he strips me and puts me in the shower. He rinses me off with hot water, then sits on the toilet and puts me over his knees. ‘I believe I owe you a spanking,’ he says, and then he smacks my ass, hard. I cry out. He smacks me again, and again. He’s not gentle or playful. It’s supposed to hurt. That pain is keeping me hard as steel, as he keeps spanking me. I’m sobbing, but he doesn’t stop. My cock rubs against the fabric of his jeans and I’m so close, but he’s told me I’m not allowed to come so I try to hold back.
‘Please!’ I manage. ‘I . . . I can’t . . . I’m about to—’
‘No,’ he says calmly. ‘If you come, I’ll have to punish you more.’ And he smacks me again.
I can’t stop it. My breath hitches in my throat, I sob, and then I come, spilling over his jeans. I immediately start to cry. ‘I’m sorry!’ I whine. ‘I . . . I couldn’t . . . I’m sorry . . .’
He sighs. ‘I’m disappointed in you. I thought you had more self-control. You should be ashamed of yourself!’
I am. I am ashamed. I’m ashamed at coming so easily. I’m ashamed that I like it when he hurts me. I’m ashamed that wetting myself made me this horny. And I’m ashamed that the shame itself makes me hot. I want him to humiliate me more.
He lets go of me. ‘Get on your knees.’ I obey. I see the wet spot my cum made on his jeans as he stands before me. He unbuckles his belt, pulls out his cock. ‘Such a dirty, naughty boy. I’ll make you even dirtier.’ Then he takes aim and pees all over me.
The scent is strong, potent. He’s been holding it for a while too, it seems. It gets in my hair, pours down my neck and face, shoulders, chest and back. Yes. This is what I deserve. When he’s finished, he grabs my chin roughly and tilts my face up. ‘Open your mouth.’ I do, and he spits in it. Then he strokes his cock a few times until it’s fully hard and thrusts into my open mouth.
I take it. He thrusts in deep and I try to open my throat. I successfully fight my gag reflex and let him fuck my face.
‘I’m gonna come in your mouth,’ he says. ‘And you’re going to swallow it all.’
I grunt weakly in response, unable to speak or nod. It doesn’t take long. I swallow it all, just as he asks. When he pulls his cock out I’m panting and shaking and hard again.
He pays no attention to my cock, but he pulls me to my feet, supporting my shaking frame as he leads me to the shower. He leaves me to rinse off while he runs a bath. He gets undressed and then we both get in the tub. He sits behind me, putting his arms around me, and finally he speaks again. ‘Good boy.’
I moan weakly. My cock is still hard, throbbing, but he hasn’t touched it so neither do I. He kisses the back of my neck, smoothes back my hair.
‘You did really well,’ he murmurs. ‘I’m so proud of you, boy. When we’re all clean, I’m gonna give you a reward.’
I nod weakly. I’m so tired, but also so horny. We stay like that for fifteen minutes or so and I nearly doze off. Then we get out of the bath and he towels us both off before leading me to his bedroom. ‘Get on the bed. Hands and knees.’
I do as I’m told and I feel him behind me. A slippery finger enters me, presses deep inside and massages my prostate. I whimper pathetically, pushing back on his finger out of pure instinct because I want more. He doesn’t punish me for that. This is my reward, after all.
Then he pulls out his finger and replaces it with something much bigger. He pushes inside me with his big cock, filling me up, and I moan like a bitch. ‘Ah! Oh . . . f . . .’
He chuckles behind me. ‘You can say what you want now,’ he says. ‘Make as much noise as you like. There’s no need to keep it in.’
So, as he begins to move, I moan, ‘Ah, fuuuuuck!’ It feels so good, his big cock inside me, his fingers digging into my hips. He speeds up, fucking me hard, his dick brushing my prostate with every thrust until I’m shaking, shivering, my body on fire.
‘You gonna come on my cock, boy?’ he says hoarsely. He’s panting now. ‘Hm?’
‘If . . .’ I swallow. ‘Am . . . am I allowed?’
‘Yes,’ he whispers. He puts his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down until my head’s on the pillow, ass still in the air. He leans over me, bites the back of my neck. ‘Come for me like the little bitch you are.’
‘Ah!’ I cry out and come untouched. He growls in my ear as my ass tightens around him. Then he grunts and stills for a moment before he starts pumping again. I feel him throbbing in there as he fills me with hot cum.
He collapses on top of me and kisses the back of my neck. Then he rolls off me, pushes me over onto my side . . . and finally kisses my lips. It’s different from that drunken night weeks ago. His kiss is so gentle compared to everything else he’s done. So kind. I feel my eyes well up with tears. I’m so exhausted and overwhelmed. ‘Good boy,’ he whispers again.
I breathe a shaky sigh. ‘Thank you,’ I mumble.
‘And grateful too.’ He smiles. ‘You’re perfect.’
I blink. ‘What?’
‘I’ve been waiting for someone just like you. I could tell you to do just about anything and you’d do it. Wouldn’t you?’
I would. I’d do anything for him. I nod.
He shakes his head. ‘Perfect.’ He strokes my cheek. ‘From now on,’ he says, ‘I decide everything. I decide when you get up and when you go to bed. I decide what you wear, what you eat, when you piss, when you shit. And I decide when you come. Understood?’
I nod. ‘I . . . yeah.’
‘You will address me as “sir”.’
‘Yes, sir,’ I say automatically.
‘Good boy. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need. Okay?’
‘Yes, sir,’ I say again, my face feeling hot. I’m terrified, but this is also what I want. What I’ve always wanted. What I’ve wanted from him ever since the first time he playfully slapped my ass and called me ‘boy’. ‘Should . . . should we have a safeword?’ I ask after a while.
‘Do you want one?’ he asks.
I consider this for a moment. ‘No,’ I say at last. ‘No, then it wouldn’t be real.’
He shakes his head, an expression akin to awe on his face. ‘Like I said. Utterly perfect.’ |
I can't believe Omovember is almost done! For this fic, I revisited the world of Black Lagoon (first one's here, by the way: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/54490-yellow-lagoon/ ). This one doesn't have the violence that one did, but still contains strong language. Consider this your warning.
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Day 28: Peeing in an alley Revy (Black Lagoon)
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The city of Roanapur in Thailand may have been hell on earth, but at least hell had a well-stocked liquor cabinet. The Yellow Flag was an excellent place to go for a drink, at least when a shootout wasn’t taking place. Those happened far too frequently for the owner Bao’s liking. But tonight was nice and quiet. At first, at least.
“Haha! That really showed those fuckers!” The loud cry was accompanied by the equally loud slam of the door being opened. Rock and Revy, two members of the Lagoon Delivery Company, strode into the bar. The two of them made an odd couple: Rock was polite yet cunning, not much of a fighter, and wore a business suit even in the tropical heat. Revy, meanwhile, was loud and abrasive, a fearsome gunslinger, and dressed in a tube top and short shorts. Despite their differences, and initial tensions, the duo had become inseparable.
“I take it there was another successful delivery?” Bao inquired as the two of them pulled up to the bar.
“You know it,” Revy replied. “Some wannabe gangsters hired us to deliver a shipment of guns. But once they got them, the stupid motherfuckers tried to double-cross us.”
“Not a wise choice,” Bao commented. Rock nodded.
“In the end,” he said, “we walked away with both the guns and our payment.”
“What can I say?” Revy laughed. “I can be very persuasive.”
“Mmm-hm,” Bao nodded. “What can I get for you?”
“Bacardi, and keep it coming!” Revy requested.
“Same here,” said Rock.
Bao poured the drinks, but before either could take a sip, the door opened again.
“Bartender, bring me a beer! And make it snappy!” The speaker was a tall blonde man in shades and a business suit. Revy recognized him as Antonio, one of the newest criminals in town. She scowled as Bao served him. Antonio had a reputation for having an ego and a mouth far bigger than his fame. He looked at Revy appreciatively and grinned.
“Hey, beautiful,” he called. “How about sharing a drink with me?” Revy flipped him off and turned to Bao.
“You got another Bacardi for me?” she asked.
“Bacardi?” Antonio repeated. “Isn’t that a little strong for a pretty thing like you?”
Revy’s temper flared. She reached for the dual pistols she had holstered at her side, but Rock shot out a hand to stop her.
“What are you doing?” she growled. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t waste this asshole.” In response, a wicked grin flashed on Rock’s face.
“Because,” he whispered, “I have a better idea for what to do with him.” He whispered his plan in Revy’s ear, and by the end she was grinning as widely as he was.
“Okay,” said Revy. “We’ll do it your way.”
Following Rock’s plan, Revy turned to Antonio and laughed mockingly.
“Too strong for me?” she scoffed. “As if! If anything, I’d say this stuff is too much for a pussy like you.”
“What?” yelled Antonio. “Nobody talks to me like that, you bitch!”
“Oh yeah?” Revy taunted. “How about you put your money where your mouth is? What do you say to a drinking contest? Loser pays the winner’s tab.”
“You’re on!” Antonio snarled. Bao poured out two shots of Bacardi and placed them in front of the competitors.
Perfect, thought Revy, downing the drink. All according to plan.
The rum kept flowing as the contest continued, and Revy began to feel tipsy. She shook her head to clear it and looked over at Antonio, who was barely sitting upright.
“Ready to call it quits?” she asked.
“N-no way!” Antonio replied. “I can do this all night!” Bao refilled their glasses, and Revy swallowed hers in a single gulp. Antonio moved to do the same, but before the glass reached his lips, he swayed and fell backwards, hitting the floor with a loud thud.
“Well,” said Bao, “it looks like we have a winner.”
“Haha! Take th-that!” Revy slurred. “Rock, baby, you were right: that was way better. Hey, Bao!”
“Yeah?”
“Gimme a bottle of your most expensive wine!” she ordered. Bao complied, and Revy popped the cork, then poured the bottle all over Antonio.
“Don’t worry,” said Revy, seeing the shocked look on Bao’s face, “it’s on his tab.” The bartender laughed, and Revy stood up and stretched, taking a moment to check how she was doing after all that rum. Not great, as it turned out. Revy’s head felt very fuzzy, and her bladder was incredibly full. She looked down to see a visible bulge in her bare midriff.
“Shit,” Revy mumbled to herself, “I gotta go take a leak.”
Revy stood up, a little unsteady. She was going to head to the ladies’ room, but then another idea popped into her head.
“Hey, Rock,” Revy called. “Come with me, will ya?” Rock nodded and followed her out the door. With the warm night air washing over her, Revy staggered over to the mouth of a nearby alley.
“Why did you bring me out here?” Rock asked, sounding a little nervous.
“Aw, relax,” said Revy, “it’s nothing bad. I just need you to keep watch for me, ‘cause I gotta go take the world’s biggest piss.”
“Oh. Um, okay,” said Rock. He turned around and Revy walked farther into the alley, her bladder begging for release.
Once Revy reached the dead end of the alley, she undid her belt and dropped her shorts and panties, grinning to herself. Toilets were fine, but there was something so freeing about peeing outdoors. This was far from her first time relieving herself in an alley. She was about to assume her usual squatting position when she noticed the graffiti adorning the wall in front of her. Revy grinned, getting another idea.
With her lower half still bare, Revy moved up to the wall, standing up straight. She allowed her bladder to let go, and felt a huge amount of urine snake its way through her urethra. Her pee gushed out in an uncontrolled spray with a loud hiss. Revy thrust her hips up and forward, and her stream, which had previously been flowing straight down between her legs, flew up in a sloppy arc. It hit the wall a few feet from the ground, with such force that it sent droplets of pee flying, splashing Revy’s legs. She didn’t care, though. Emptying her overfull bladder was giving her a near-orgasmic sensation of pleasure.
“Haaaah,” Revy moaned, her eyes rolling back. “Fuck yeah, that’s good…”
As Revy continued to relieve herself, her stream gradually lost height until eventually it started to dribble down her leg. Revy widened her stance and forced out the last of her pee. Once she was finished, Revy took a moment to admire her addition to the graffiti. A huge wet stain marked the wall, one that started as a large patch a few feet up before trailing to the ground, where a golden puddle lay. Revy grinned, satisfied at the results.
“Nice,” she said to herself. “Revy was here, bitches.”
Revy wiped herself dry with her hand, then got dressed.
“Rock, baby!” she called. “I’m done now, you can look!”
“I take it everything went well?” Rock asked as she walked up to him.
“You know it,” Revy replied. “That felt fucking great!”
“Mm-hm,” was all Rock said as he smiled politely. It was partially the alcohol talking, but Revy kept going.
“I gotta do that again,” she said, throwing her arm over Rock’s shoulder. “Maybe you’d like to join me next time?”
“Wha- I-,” Rock sputtered.
“I’ll write your name for you, baby,” Revy teased. She laughed as Rock’s face turned bright right. With her arm still around him, the two of them made their way back to the boat.
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I have been toying around with an idea for another Black Lagoon omo fic, but that's a story for another time... |
I'm kinda surprised nobody's done a Fire Force story yet. I mean, the characters are hot (heh), and I feel like the premise could lead to some fun scenarios. Like this, for example.
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Day 29: Unable to get clothing off in time Maki (Fire Force)
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The year was Solar Calendar 198. The world was a harsh place. Of all the many ways to die, there was one that was feared above all: death by fire. A new phenomenon had popped up known as Spontaneous Human Combustion. The condition turned people into Infernals, rampaging beasts made of flame. It was up to Special Fire Forces, like Company 8, to stop them.
The alarm sounded, and Maki Oze was ready for action. Putting on her bulky firefighting gear, she raced to the garage, where the rest of Company 8 was already assembled.
“We’ve got to move, people!” barked Captain Akitaru Ōbi. “Everyone into the Matchbox, I’ll explain on the way.” The Matchbox was Company 8’s nickname for the tank-like armored firetruck they used. It was a tight squeeze, but everyone managed to pile in.
“Our target this time is a former salaryman,” Akitaru explained, raising his voice over the wail of the siren. “According to the report, he’s destroying the fifth floor of his office building.”
“So we need to get there fast,” Lieutenant Takehisa Hinawa reasoned, “or the whole thing could collapse.”
“Correct,” said Akitaru grimly. “There are hundreds of people trapped on the floors above. Everybody hold on tight!” The Matchbox shot forward, rocking back and forth on the uneven roads. Maki groaned as she swayed back and forth.
“What’s wrong?” asked Tamaki Kotatsu. “Carsick?”
“No, I’m fine,” said Maki. The truth was that she hadn’t relieved herself since that morning. Now, the constant movement was making all her pent-up pee slosh around in her bladder. Maki crossed her legs and prayed they’d arrive soon.
Luckily, the journey didn’t take too long. The massive crowd of evacuees cleared, making room for the Matchbox. Maki took in the scene before her. The entire fifth floor was an inferno, and she could hear the people trapped above.
“Okay, here’s the plan,” Akitaru said hurriedly. “Kusakabe, grab Oze and fly up to the fifth floor. Everyone else, take the stairs and meet them there.”
“Got it,” said Shinra Kusakabe. The new recruit was a Third Generation pyrokinetic with the ability to shoot fire from his feet, propelling himself at high speeds. He held out his arms, and Maki backed into them.
“You better not try to cop a feel,” she warned.
“Like that’s possible through these jackets,” Shinra snarked. As the two began their ascent, Maki felt another twinge in her bladder.
Ignore it, she told herself. There are people to save!
Shinra stopped at the fifth floor and hovered in place. There was an open window, but flames were blocking it.
“Maki, you know what to do,” he said.
“Right,” said Maki. As a Second Generation pyrokinetic, she couldn’t make flames, but she could manipulate existing ones. With a wave of her hands, she cleared a path in the wall of fire. Shinra flew through and not-so-gently dropped Maki to the floor.
“Nice landing!” she griped, feeling the impact knock a few drops of pee loose.
“Sorry,” said Shinra.
“Never mind,” Maki sighed. “Let’s just find the Infer-” Her words were cut off by a monstrous roar.
“I think we just did,” Shinra commented.
Sure enough, the Infernal emerged from the fire, howling with rage. A huge, dark, vaguely human figure wreathed in flames, it charged at Maki. She dodged, jostling her bladder uncomfortably, and used her powers to push aside the flames on the floor. This cleared a path for Shinra, who immediately seized the opportunity. Powered by his fire, he leapt into the air and delivered a burning kick straight to the Infernal’s chest, shattering its core. The monster howled one last time then perished, disappearing in a burst of flame.
“Nice work,” said Akitaru, arriving on the scene shortly after. “The two of you can head back to the Matchbox; the rest of us will clean up here.”
“Thank you, Captain,” said Maki. “I, uh, think I’ll take the stairs this time.” She wasn’t sure her bladder would survive another flight with Shinra…
Maki was in agony as she waited for what seemed like an eternity. The whole time Akitaru gave his after-action speech, all she could think about was how badly she needed to pee. Even worse, although the drive back was slower, it was just as bumpy. By the time they reached the station, Maki’s underwear was more than a little damp. She jumped out of the truck and was about to excuse herself when Tamaki interrupted.
“I’ll be right back,” she said. “I gotta use the bathroom; I’ve been holding it for the entire ride back!”
She must be better at hiding it than me, Maki thought, watching the other girl sprint off.
“Me too!” was all she said before she ran after Tamaki.
Maki was a fast runner, and she actually reached the restroom before Tamaki. Her hands fumbling and her bladder quivering, Maki began to remove her heavy jacket. The garment took an agonizingly long time to take off, and while she was doing so, Tamaki appeared in the doorway.
“Hey,” cried Tamaki, “wait for me -aah!” The girl slipped and fell. When she hit the ground, her jacket fell off, then her pants. Tamaki was exceptionally clumsy, and suffered from what she called the “Lucky Lecher Lure,” which would cause her to somehow lose her clothes or get into other lewd situations at the worst times.
“No!” cried Tamaki, turning red. “I- hey, it would have taken forever to get undressed! I never thought I’d say this, but thank you, Lucky Lecher Lure!”
Lucky, thought Maki as the underwear-clad girl rushed into the nearest stall. She tried not to listen to the splash and sigh of relief as Tamaki began peeing.
Finally, Maki’s jacket came off. She cringed as she felt another spurt of pee escape.
Come on, she told herself, you can do this. Just gotta get the pants off next. Maki undid her belt and began to remove her bulky trousers. As she did, however, she started leaking at a slow but constant rate.
“No no no!” she said to herself, her pants now down to her ankles. “Just a bit more, please!”
But her bladder could take no more. The moment Maki kicked off her pants, it completely let go, unleashing a flood of pee into her shorts. She tried to stop it, but it was no use. Urine kept pouring out of her, soaking her crotch and running down her bare legs. Defeated, Maki slumped down into the puddle of her own making.
Around the time Maki finally finished peeing, she heard a toilet flush.
“Phew, that’s better!” said Tamaki, walking out of the stall. Then she noticed the pool of pee beneath her coworker. “Oh, Maki. I’m so sorry!”
“It’s- it’s okay,” Maki sniffed, standing up. Her lower body was now thoroughly drenched. “I just wet myself like a baby, that’s all.”
“Hey,” said Tamaki, putting a hand on her shoulder, “don’t feel bad. This doesn’t make you any less of a fire soldier. I mean, embarrassing stuff happens to me all the time!”
“I guess you’re right,” said Maki, smiling. “But I do need to wash myself off. Wanna hit the showers with me?”
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” Tamaki shouted. She took a step towards the showers and her panties fell down.
“Lucky Lecher Lure strikes again,” Tamaki sighed.
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Holding on to Doubt: Remastered
The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: This story has been updated from its original release. Nothing too fancy, just some more proofreading and revising the first scene to be more aligned with canon.)
“I wonder what could be taking her so long?”
The morning sun had just passed the top of the Lanayru mountain ranges, bringing rays of light onto the Zora River and the Inogo Bridge where Zelda stood. It was quite the breathtaking sight, the sun glistening off the tall blades of grass, helping keep Hyrule’s princess at ease while she waited.
While they waited, she quietly reminded herself. She was never truly alone in her travels across the kingdom; indeed, a quick glance confirmed that Link, her appointed knight and prophesied savior of Hyrule, was at her side as always.
“I mean, not that I’m the impatient type,” she continued, “but it’s not like Mipha to be unpunctual.”
Zelda did not get a reply, nor she did expect one. Link was never much one for words, yet she felt something needed to be said lest things fall into silence. They were not awkward silences; she had grown to appreciate the quiet in their travels, like there was little that needed to be said; but right now, she certainly wouldn’t have minded the distraction.
As they were on a tight schedule, Zelda and Link had been quick to get up and depart from the stable they had stayed at. A little too quickly for her, unfortunately, for she had neglected to visit an outhouse before leaving; a mistake she has only further regretted with time.
Their current location was not helping, either. Princess Mipha was a Zora, meaning she would likely be swimming down the river to meet up with them. Zelda had to keep an eye out for her, but that meant staring at the gallons upon gallons of water flowing towards her and listening to its gentle flowing sounds, both constant reminders of something she would really like to take care of soon.
“Um...” came a voice next to her.
“Yes?” Zelda glanced at Link to find him looking at her in concern. It was at this moment she became aware of the tenseness in her face and the fidget in her leg, both of which she promptly corrected.
“Ah, worried about Mipha, too?” she quickly followed up with. “I’m sure she’s fine, likely just making sure the trail is safe for us.” Zelda looked back at the river. “Though I do wish she would show soon. I’m starting to worry about her, myself.”
As if on cue, something in the distance caught her eye. A blue ripple on the water’s surface was moving towards them, and quickly at that. She wondered for a moment if she should be worried, but that fell away once she could make out the red color of a certain Zora as it got closer.
“Well, guess we don’t have to worry now,” she quipped.
Right as she reached the bridge, the Zora shot straight up from the water and landed in front of the travelers in a stylish three-point landing. She then stood up straight to reveal herself as Princess Mipha, glistening with radiance from the sunlight reflecting the water coating her red scales.
"Princess Zelda. Link. I am pleased to see you are both well." Mipha bowed with a hand to her chest. "Please forgive my lateness. We were dealing with some last-minute preparations for your arrival."
Much as her bladder wanted her to say something, Zelda shook her head instead. They had business to attend to before she could deal with personal matters. “It's quite alright. Link and I were admiring the scenery while we waited. We're glad to see you're okay as well."
Mipha stood back up and nodded. "I must admit, I am quite happy to see the two of you more frequently, even if only for serious matters."
"It is a shame," agreed Zelda. "Once we have dealt with this Great Calamity business, we must get together with all the champions as friends, not just comrades in arms." Much as she wanted to think of that day, Zelda knew they had other matters to deal with. "Are you still having difficulty with piloting the Divine Beast?"
To this, Mipha frowned. "We have no idea what could be the problem. I was moving it all around the reservoir one day, but then I could hardly get it to budge the next. I can't lie, I am starting to get a bit frustrated with it."
“Hmm, that is a real conundrum. I’m not sure what the source of the problem could be, either.” Zelda lowered her head in thought. She could empathize well with Mipha's frustrations, even if her friend didn't know it. Lifting her head back up to reveal a look of resolve, she said, “We will have to visit Vah Ruta and examine it ourselves. I've read through Purah and Robbie's findings on the Beasts, so with the Goddess' luck, we'll figure it out in good time."
"I know Father and the rest of the Zora will be grateful to hear this," Mipha said with a smile. "Perhaps if there is time, you can slow down and enjoy your time in the domain. I know Sidon would be happy to see his favorite Hylian again." She looked over to Link and added, "Just as I am."
Link glanced away and rubbed the back of his head in response, his face gaining a hint of a blush. Zelda felt like giggling at the stoic knight being so bashful, but a pulse from below her stomach discouraged her from doing so. “Er, I’m sorry to break the conversation, but we should probably make our way towards the domain now,” she said.
"Ah, of course." Mipha looked at the two of them in concern. "Forgive me for asking, but is it just the two of you making this trip? We were expecting to have to feed an entire entourage of soldiers back home."
"Yes. I'm afraid this particular trip is not exactly what I told fa… er, His Majesty I would be leaving for, so it's just Link and I."
"I see," said Mipha, "I'm only concerned for your safety. I scouted the trail ahead as best I could, but we can never be too safe in times like these."
“I appreciate the concern, but Link has proven himself to be all the protection I need.” Zelda then held up the Shiekah Slate in her hand. “And it’s not like I’m entirely defenseless by myself. This device has gotten me out of some tough spots on its own.”
Mipha's eyes widened. "Oh, that's the one that creates those bombs out of… what did you call them? Hard light?" She smiled and giggled a little. "In that case, I will be more concerned for whatever would try to get in your way."
"With any luck, we won't be needing it today," said Zelda as she put it away. "Now then, let's be off. We better make a good pace to be there before sundown."
"If only I could escort you there personally, but I need to return on the double as well. Muzu and my father will give me quite the lecture if my return is more than a second late. I will just have to pray for a safe journey to suffice. Until we meet again!” Mipha did one last graceful bow before jumping back into the river with flawless technique and swimming back upstream.
If not for the splashes tantalizing her bladder right now, Zelda would have likely dwelled on the Zora’s masterful attunement with water. “Come now, Link, we should not keep the Zoras waiting long,” she said as she started walking the trail. Behind her, Link nodded and began following along.
If memory serves me, it should only be a couple hours walk to Zora’s Domain, Zelda mused to herself. I have held out for longer before, especially with him right behind me. Surely, I can make it through this just fine.
As it turned out, Zelda was not feeling very fine.
Normally, the peaceful views of Hyrule’s nature would help her find some form of tranquility in tough times. Unfortunately, the sights along this trail were nothing but torture for the relief-craving princess. Everywhere she turned, there was either a flowing river, or small waterfalls crashing into the rocks, or standing puddles that she had no choice but to walk across, all of them amplifying the signals in her body to make a waterfall of her own.
They were hardly halfway to the Domain, not even reaching Luto’s Crossing yet, and her confidence gave way to worry as the discomfort in her bladder grew worse. She was thankful that Link had decided to walk ahead of her, for it was getting too difficult to hide the stiffness in her stride.
Yet despite her desperation, the solution of simply requesting a quick break was unthinkable to her, and the man in front of her was why. Though she no longer took out her frustrations on him, Zelda still could not help but feel a bit of envy whenever she looked at Link. He had taken to the legendary Master Sword like a Rito to the sky, becoming an expert with it in hardly any time at all. Meanwhile, for all of her efforts and the pressure from her father, the supposed power she possessed as a descendant of Hylia just would not come to her.
What was Link doing to earn his ability that she wasn't? She had contemplated undergoing the same training regimen as him to see if that would work. Perhaps now was the best time to try it, and the first thing was holding out until they could come across a bathroom, like a proper princess and soldier. Her urine may have been begging her to let it out, but she would endure it if it meant unlocking the power that would seal away Calamity Ganon once more.
“Oh!”
If only the seal on her bladder could be just as strong.
A painful wave hit Zelda out of the blue, making her halt in her tracks and grab herself. Even worse, she could feel a dribble of warmth in her undergarments, with the feeling of even more just waiting to slip past her defenses. Fortunately, her resolve proved stronger at the moment, and nothing more leaked out just then, but the sheer fact that this had happened filled her breathing with anxiety.
Link clearing his throat three feet from her did not help, either.
“Oh, L-Link!” Zelda took a step back and stood up straight as she finally remembered his presence. He had to have heard her earlier, she surmised, and now he was checking to see if she was fine. She was normally okay with this, but him knowing of her need for a potty break was too much. She quietly thanked the fact she was wearing dark trousers at the moment.
“Y-you don’t need to worry about me,” she started, “I, er, was just… h-having some discomfort in my stomach!”
Link tilted his head, the concern in his eyes not diminishing.
“I think it’s just part of my breakfast not agreeing with me, that’s all.” Zelda smiled to try and better hide the actual discomfort she was feeling. “Let’s keep going. If it doesn’t get any better, I’m sure the Zoras will have something to help me with, alright?”
A few agonizingly long seconds passed with Link still standing there and Zelda faking her smile until he finally nodded and turned back around. Once he had gotten far enough from her, Zelda dropped her grin and returned her hand to her groin as she walked behind him.
This is bad, she thought. At this rate, I will never make it to Zora’s Domain in time! She looked all around for an answer that did not involve crouching behind some bushes, but nothing would come to her. Both the pressure of thinking on the spot and from her urge to pee acted as powerful mental blocks. All the while, her worry only grew worse. She shuddered at the thought of Link seeing her wetting herself, the sheer shame freezing her to the spot and haunting her for all time.
Wait, freezing? Time?
An idea popped into her head just then. A poor idea, likely one with little chance of success, but it was all she had.
Zelda grabbed the Sheikah Slate attached to her hip and thumbed through its different runes until she brought up one called Stasis. She knew from testing that it had the ability to freeze an object in place for a little while, even living things like birds and bokoblins. It didn’t appear harmful so long as the creature in question wasn’t struck by anything, but she had to wonder just how precisely she could adjust its locking properties.
Zelda fiddled with the Slate until she believed herself to have achieved the desired result. Now activated, she placed the slate directly onto her distended bladder. It was probably the most boneheaded thing she had done in a long time, but her higher thinking was impaired at the moment, and what was science without a bit of risk anyway?
Throwing caution to the wind, Zelda pressed the button to activate the stasis, bracing herself for any number of things to go wrong. However, she did not expect to feel no change at all downstairs.
Had it activated, she wondered? It had to have; she heard the noise of ethereal chains locking something in place, yet the pressure of so much urine in her was still present.
No, wait, something was different. The discomfort remained, but it did not feel like it was trying to force its way out. She tested this by slightly relaxing the muscles in her urethra. Nothing came out, so she put her hands to her side and started walking normally. Not a single drop spilled, not even when she applied a bit of pressure to try and force a bit out.
Zelda would have danced if she thought it wouldn’t get Link’s attention. It had worked! She didn’t know for how long or if there would be any side effects, but it was hard to be concerned at the moment. She now stood a chance of reaching Zora’s Domain and finding a suitable restroom, with Link never learning of her plight.
Even better, a look at the map on the slate confirmed that Luto’s Crossing was just up ahead, and it wouldn’t be long from there to the Domain. They just had to take the narrow, winding trail with jagged cliffs towering above them. She almost couldn’t wait for the bridge to come into view now.
Which made it all the more sudden when Link came to a stop and put his hand up for Zelda to do the same.
“Er, is something wrong?” she asked.
Link made no noise, but Zelda could see his hand tensing up into a fist and reaching towards his sword. Whatever it was, he was not taking it lightly. She immediately got quiet and started looking around for anything that wasn’t right.
“Raaah!”
It all happened so fast, Zelda nearly did not have time to process it. A lizalfos leapt down from one of the cliff walls towards Link, a spear clutched in its hands ready to skewer. Link, however, was already prepared for such a thing. In one fluid motion, he unsheathed the Master Sword and his shield, knocking away the tip of the spear while striking the monster in the chest, sending it falling to the side.
Zelda gasped at the quick turn of events, but had no time to do anything else. Two more lizalfos jumped down from the walls to join their brethren as the first one got back to its feet. They shrieked and snarled, ready for a fight, but Link only lifted his weapons into a defensive stance in response.
Meanwhile, Zelda knew the best thing she could do was stay out of harm’s way, so she ran behind a corner in the rock wall, making sure to look out for any other monsters behind them. Once she was safe, she looked back at Link, who was looking back at her. They exchanged a nod before Link returned his attention to the enemies before him.
The lizalfos began their attack, leaping into battle with their weapons drawn, but Link was just as quick to respond. Despite being outnumbered, his training proved effective at dealing with the monsters as he weaved in and out of their range, dodging and blocking all their blows while landing a few hits of his own.
Zelda had seen him face down several enemies and come out on top before, but it never failed to impress her. His dedication to his duty was something she could admire, even if it somehow produced better results than hers.
Even now, Link was already close to defeating the pack, having already felled one monster. He parried another blow from the second, then leapt into the air and brought the Master Sword down onto its head, ending that one as well. Unfortunately, in his haste, it had left him wide open to attack.
“Look out!” yelled Zelda, but it was too late. The third lizalfos leapt in with a powerful smack from its tail, sending Link tumbling towards the wall. His sword fell out of his grip and onto the ground nearby, but by the time he regained his senses, the monster was already closing in on him.
Link needed rescue, and Zelda knew it. She immediately took out the Sheikah Slate and thumbed over to the stasis rune, ready to cast it but stopping her finger just short. The slate could only handle one rune, one target at a time, and it was still active on her bladder, possibly the only thing keeping its contents in check now. If she were to turn it off now, she had no idea what would happen next.
Zelda shook these thoughts out of her head. Someone’s life was on the line; her bladder was the last thing she needed to worry about right now. Without hesitation, she deactivated the stasis and changed its target, aiming it right at the lizalfos. Just as it was about to bring its club down upon Link, a series of magic chains appeared and locked the monster in place, trapping it in a yellow glow. For a moment, Link sat there and blinked, looking unsure as to what had just happened.
“He’s frozen! Get him now!” yelled Zelda.
Wasting no time, Link rushed over and grabbed his blade. He then returned to the frozen monster and proceeded to deal a flurry of blows, the Master Sword effortlessly slicing against the flesh, finishing with a strong upward swing just as the stasis expired on the lizalfos. The momentum of so many strikes unloaded all at once, launching the monster through the air and off the cliff behind them. Its shrieking could be heard all the way to the bottom, never to harm another soul again.
The danger had passed, and neither of them were seriously hurt. That alone should have been cause for Zelda to celebrate, not even considering that she helped out for once, but she could not think about that right now. While Link put his weapon away, all of her attention was forced onto the pain and pressure that returned to between her legs with a jolt. She had failed to take into account the subtle forces she imparted on her bladder just from walking building up the kinetic energy inside, and now that the stasis was gone, the overwhelming pressure hit hard.
Zelda whimpered at the renewed warmth in her smallclothes. No matter how hard she tried, she could not completely halt the flow, and so the wet feeling only grew bigger. By the time Link walked up to her, she could feel a trail running down her leg.
“L-Link,” she tried to speak to her worried-looking friend, her voice choked up.
It was pointless, and she knew it. Nothing she could say or do would avert her fate, let alone without Link being able to see, hear, and smell every last drop. With deep reluctance, Zelda lowered her head and removed her hands from her groin.
“P-please don’t watch,” was the last thing she said.
The faintest hissing could be heard as Zelda felt urine soaking her undergarments and quickly making its way elsewhere. Trails ran down her legs both inside and outside her trousers, the dark colors no longer able to hide the accident. Even without that, the multiple drops and broken streams of gold-tinted liquid pouring from the crotch and piddling onto the ground below would remove all doubt from anyone as to what was happening.
As disgraceful, disgusting, and demeaning as it felt to wet herself like a child, Zelda could not deny the pleasure that came with finally letting go of such a discomforting burden. She let out an open-mouthed moan and closed her eyes to take in the bliss working against the gross feelings on her legs and feet. The muscles in her legs grew weak in fatigue and pleasure, and she could no longer resist the urge to fall to her knees.
Zelda slid down while her peeing continued, resting her bottom on her ankles. While this meant much less of it was going down her legs and into her boots, the uncomfortable warmth now spread to her rump. Multiple drops and tiny streams dribbled from the back of her pants, making the puddle beneath her grow quicker.
It was here that she remained for the minute that her relief lasted, the puddle nearly reaching her knees. As her flow tapered off, the satisfaction of an empty bladder was no longer enough to keep the shame at bay. The Princess of Hyrule, and the one who would ultimately seal Ganon away, had peed her pants. What would her father - nay, the citizens that depended on her think of her if they knew? What did Link, the sole witness of her accident, think of her now?
A lone tear ran down Zelda’s cheek while she stifled a sob. She wanted nothing more than to cry her eyes out and hope it was all just a bad dream, but she couldn’t. She was a princess, and she had to carry at least a modicum of grace and strength no matter what.
With that in mind, Zelda slowly stood back up, wincing at the discomfort of her pants clinging to her legs and bottom. Now that her attention was focused elsewhere, she finally noticed that she was staring at the back of Link’s head. Seems like he had complied with her request after all. Always at her beck and call, that one.
“Link,” said Zelda in a shaky voice, “You may look now.”
Perking up, Link turned around, revealing a brighter shade of red on his cheeks than normal. He took no more than a quick glance below Zelda’s waist to see the damage for himself before going back to eye contact. Zelda had her hands in front of her groin, though that did little to hide the wetness, which left a shine on her pants in the sunlight.
“I… I owe you an apology for my behavior,” said Zelda, unable to look Link in the eye. “You might have guessed by now, but I have not been entirely honest with you. The truth is, I knew I should have said something to you a while back, but I was a little… envious of you.”
To this, Link raised an eyebrow.
“Y-yes, you realized your potential with such ease, while I’ve yet to feel even a bit of the power I supposedly possess.” Zelda placed a hand on her chest. “So I thought if I tried to act as strong as you, then I would finally unlock my powers. I realize now that I was going about it the wrong way, and that maybe I wasn’t meant to be strong in the first place. Maybe I...”
She looked down and to the side, unable to say the next few words, no matter how truthful they may be. Perhaps they didn’t need to be said; surely, Link could see it clear as day now. Could the goddess really have entrusted such a great power to someone still capable of wetting themselves?
She was not able to dwell on this thought any longer. A warm hand gently rested itself on her upper arm, pulling her attention back to Link. He did not need words to convey his feelings to her, only the comfort of his smile and the compassion visible in his eyes.
It was then Zelda remembered the bigger picture of their task. The pesky doubts that weighed down on her faded from her mind, not gone entirely but not as overbearing. For the first time since this morning, she found a genuine smile once more.
“I’m being quite silly, aren’t I?” Zelda giggled. “We survived an attack by dangerous creatures, and here I am moping about ruining a pair of trousers. Really, I should be glad we’re both not hurt. We still have a chance to fulfill our destinies, after all.”
Gently, Zelda reached up and took Link’s hand off her arm. As he withdrew his hand, she looked down to survey the damage to her leggings with a frown.
“Hmm, I doubt it would be a good idea if I met with the Zoras like this. I suppose backtracking to a pond to clean myself up is in order.” She chuckled to herself. “It seems Mipha will not be the only one late for his duties today.”
Link let out a chuckle himself and turned towards the trail they had just come from.
“Oh, and Link?” asked Zelda.
He turned around to see Zelda smiling at him.
“You won’t speak of this to anyone, will you?”
With a gasp, Link suddenly became aware of his surroundings again. He glanced around the trees and mountains that made up the Lanayru region to make sure he wasn’t being watched. All that he could see was the occasional bird and lizard going by, so he returned his attention to the spot on the ground in front of him.
It was right here, he remembered; the exact spot where Zelda had her unfortunate mishap after that monster ambush. Time and nature had evaporated any trace of her accident long ago, but the memory was as fresh in his mind as if it had just happened.
He had gotten used to having these flashbacks on his journey, but there was something about this particular memory that made it different from the others. He could almost reach out and wipe a tear off Zelda’s cheek right now, maybe even say a word or two to comfort her in her time of need.
Of course, he knew she wasn’t there. Zelda was still awaiting him in Hyrule Castle, and so was Ganon and the rest of his destiny. Much as he would like to stay here and reminisce, Link had a job to finish. With his cheeks a little rosier than normal, Link put his Shiekah Slate back to his hip and walked off towards Zora’s Domain, letting the scene of her wetting fall into peace once more. Once Zelda was safe, he would have all the time in the world to share memories with her.
Though this was one memory he would keep to himself.
(A/N: Sooooo, I was going to post this around the day of Age of Calamity's release, but completely forgot to. Better late than never, I suppose. Are there any other stories of mine you would like to see get the remaster treatment? Let me know with a comment!) |
Hi there! I hope you enjoy some hp omo!
Keep in mind that Draco and Harry will be slightly out of character! Draco is very sub and Harry very dom. The ending is cute! Let me know what you think 😄 You can leave suggestions for other drarry omo stories in my other topic! Have a great day!
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Harry and Draco were currently sitting on the couch, watching The Titanic together. Draco was leaning against Harry, while Harry was petting the blonde’s hair softly. It was Harry’s idea to watch this movie together, as Draco hadn’t seen a lot of classics yet. They both absolutely love watching movies together. Every friday night, They would tune in to watch a movie.
Harry stood up. “I’m gonna grab use some drinks,” he says while walking to their kitchen. Harry had been doing this all night. They were halfway the movie and Harry is currently getting a third glass of coca cola. He smiles to himself as he is pouring their drinks in. He has a plan in mind. A plan only he knows.
For the past few weeks, he has seen how Draco would hold his pee till the end of the movie. Then he would immediately make a dash for it. Something about seeing the slytherin desperate, turned Harry on. He googled what this could mean and quickly found out about this certain kink. After doing some research, he wants to see Draco wet himself.
The only problem is that Draco is quite proper. He doesn’t like to get himself all dirty. Their sex isn’t really dirty too. It is more tender and soft. Not that Harry minds, he loves it. But something about this certain kink has made him really turned on. He figures that maybe he should just try it without mentioning it to Draco. Maybe he will like it after.
With that thought, Harry walks to the couch again and hand Draco his drink. Draco snuggles up to Harry again while fully concentrating on the movie.
An half hour and a drink and a half later, Harry starts to notice some shifts in the blonde’s position. He is sitting more stiffly and his thighs are pressing against each other slightly. He probably has to pee by now, Harry thinks. He himself feels a growing need as well, but he promised himself that he would wait till the end of the movie.
After an hour, the movie finally finishes. Harry glances over to Draco, who is sitting very uncomfortable. He has his legs crossed tightly and he looks to be concentrating. Harry knows he has to be fast, seeing that Draco stood up and is making his way towards the bathroom.
As soon as the movie ends, Draco stands up. He thinks that the movie was absolutely amazing. But with all the water in the movie and all the drinks in his own body, he got a pressing urge to deal with As soon as he stands, he has to cross his legs again, as a sharp urge overthrows him. Merlin, he has to pee badly.
He quickly walks over to the bathroom, but before he can hop in, Harry does. Draco had noticed how Harry’s been shifting around on the couch, probably needing to pee as well.
Draco sighs as he hops from foot to foot impatiently. He really has to go badly. He has never needed to pee that badly before in his life. He always holds throughout movie nights, but never did he drink this much.
He groans slightly when he hears Harry’s pee hitting the bowl. The sound only makes his own need worser. Another sharp urge hits him and he quickly shots his hand between his thighs before he can leak. When the urge passes, he pulls away his hand, disappointed for holding himself as a little kid. Harry seems to be taking forever.
Harry washes his hands and then opens the door. He immediately sees Draco, scissoring his legs back and forth while slightly hunched over. He smirks a little and goes to stand right before the bathroom door.
Draco makes a movie to get past Harry but Harry doesn’t move.
“Harry, I really need to pee, let me in.”
Harry is quite surprised by this sudden demanding attitude. Usually, Draco is very submissive towards him. Not to mention, a bit shy. The urge to pee must be really bad for Draco if he puts on a demanding attitude. Harry smirks. This is the perfect oppurtunity to play dominant, like he always does in the bedroom.
“What is that? Demanding much? That is not very nice of you,” Harry says amused.
Draco shifts his position again. “Not now, please. I really got to go,” he begs slightly.
Harry shakes his head. “Oh no, dragon. You have been disrespecting me. Clean the plates and the cups, now,” Harry demands. He can’t wait to see Draco struggle to do so.
But Draco doesn’t move. Instead, he grabs himself while his face goes red from embarrasement. “Harry, I need to pee very badly. I’ll do anything after, I promise!” He begs. He grabs himself tighter as he scissors his legs again. Harry feels himself getting a boner.
Harry shakes his head. “Oh no, you should have thought about that before...”
Draco interrups him panicked. “I can’t hold it anymore, please!”
“Don’t you fucking dare pee yourself as a little child!” Harry says in an angry tone. He doesn’t want Draco to know that that is actually what he wants.
“Then let me in before I wet my trousers!”
Harry just shakes his head and looks at his squirming boyfriend. He wonders how much longer he would be able to hold it. Draco whimpers slightly as he hunches over again. Harry gets an idea.
“Take off your trousers.”
“What?”
“Now!” Harry demands. “Or I won’t let you go.”
Draco shots the bathroom a longing look and then slowly puts off his trousers, pee dancing in place. He needs to pee so badly that he isn’t sure if he will even make it at this point. A sharp urge makes him reach out to grab himself with two hands. He feels his hands getting slightly wet and he knows that he just leaked. Harry is still looking at him with an expecting look. Finally, Draco gets his trousers off. There is a small wet spot clearly visible on his green boxers of where he just leaked.
“Harry, I-“
Harry keeps staring at the wet spot. It is taking him everything to not jerk himself off right now. He is so horny right now.
“You leaked. You aren’t five anymore,” Harry speaks in a degrading tone.
Draco tries not to cry. The embarrasment and the effort of holding is getting to him. He sees Harry staring at the wet spot so he quickly pulls up his trousers again.
“I’m sorry! I c-can’t hold it Harry! Please!” He begs. He is holding himself and practically dancing in place.
“You are a fucking baby, Malfoy! Hold it and clean the dishes! Then you can go,” Harry says. He is getting impatient now. He wants to see Draco fully wet himself.
Suddenly, Draco moans a little while hunching over. When he looks up again, Harry can see a wet spot, now visible on Draco’s pants. He knows Draco is trying so hard but he knows that he’ll fully wet himself any second now.
Draco looks at the wet spot and then panicked at the bathroom and Harry. He knows that he’ll lose it any second now. He totally ignores Harry asking for the dishes. He needs to get to the bathroom and NOW.
“I need to pee so badly! Please! I need to go now! It is so bad!” Draco says panicked. He feels more leaks going right into his pants. The wet spot is growing larger.
Harry tries to hide his smirk at the growing wet spot. Besides that, Draco’s begging is turning him on. Draco moans again, pitiful as he tries to hold back the flood.
“Oh no baby, hold it for me,” he speaks.
He can’t hold it anymore. Even if Harry would let him go, he would pee himself. There is no way he can make it now. It is pressing on him and he needs to go so badly. Tears silently fall down as he still somehow tries to hold on.
“I can’t! H-harry! I need to go so b-badly! I can’t hold it anymore. Oh merlin! I- I am gonna wet myself. Fuck... c-can’t hold it,” Draco begs. He feels more pee coming out. It is soaking his boxers and soon it will go right through his pants.
Harry looks in awe as he recognizes Draco starting to have a full-blown accident. Still, he feels the need to make a last lie to completely fill his dream.
“Hold it! Merlin, you gotta be kidding me!” Harry yells.
But Draco can’t. No matter how much he tries to grip himself to make it stop, it won’t.
“Oh merlin, I’m wetting. C-can’t stop it...” he cries. He has now started to pee fully. A hissing sound is clearly heard as the pee goes right through his pants, forming a puddle on the ground. He feels slightly light-headed from the long awaitened relief.
Still, he is horrified that he is peeing himself. He grips himself and squats but the pee goes right through his hands. He is crying fully now, not even daring to look at Harry.
Harry is watching Draco pee himself and it turns him on so much. It seems to be never ending. Harry can’t even imagine what Draco has been holding back. After all, he drank more than Harry himself did.
It took long but eventually the stream stops. Harry looks at Draco. He is squatting in a puddle of his own pee. His pants are completely soaked. And... oh shit. He is crying.
Suddenly, Harry feels selfish and very self-aware. First of all, he never really cared if Draco wanted this. Secondly, Draco doesn’t even know that Harry didn’t mean all the harsh things he said.
Meanwhile, Draco is still crying, almost hysterically. He can’t even move, so ashamed is he. Next to that, he disappointed Harry. What if Harry wants to break up with him now? That thought makes him panic. He is sobbing like crazy while trying to form words, but he can’t.
Harry feels so guilty. It wrecks his heart to see his boyfriend like that. Quickly, he gently grabs the blonde’s arm. He pulls him away from the puddle of pee and then takes him into his arms, not caring if pee will get on him.
“Shhh... dragon. Don’t cry. It is okay... nothing wrong,” Harry desperately tries to soothe Draco while rubbing his back.
Draco murmers something but Harry can barely make it out. He does hear things like ‘sorry’ and ‘harry.’ That is until he hears one heartbreaking sentence: “don’t break up with me.”
Oh merlin.
“Dragon, I would never break up with you. I should have just let you go to the bathroom. It is my fault. A-and, I didn’t mean the harsh things I said. Merlin, I’I’m sorry. Draco, please forgive me,” Harry says. He feels Draco calming down, his sobs turning to sniffles.
“I-Its okay... I’m sorry for being dirty. I tried to hold it Harry, I swear! It was an acci...” Draco gets interrupted by Harry kissing him. Draco kisses him back, glad to see that Harry doesn’t seem angry. Eventually, Harry pulls away.
“Don’t worry about it. Really, don’t. It is my fault. Besides, you aren’t dirty,” Harry chuckles as Draco makes a disgusted face. “C’mon, lets get you cleaned up. Go change out of these clothes, then I’ll get your favorite pajamas.”
Draco nods and then goes to the bathroom to change. He tries not to look at his dirty pants while he pulls them off. He then goes into the shower and takes a quick wash. When he comes out, fresh boxers and a soft pair of pajamas are laid out for him. He changes into them, smiling at the soft, fluffy material.
He shuffles to the bedroom where Harry is already waiting for him. He goes into bed and nestles into Harry’s arms.
Harry smiles and lays down with Draco clinging to him. He ruffles the blond hair and presses a kiss to his forehead.
“Goodnight, dragon.”
“Mhmmm... goodnight Harry.”
...
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Harry smiles and waits till Draco finally falls into a deserves, exhausted but peaceful sleep. Harry pulls him a little tighter to himself, loving the warm body against his.
“I love you more than you can imagine.” |
This is the first half of the first story that a friend and I are writing. He is into omorashi as well but he doesn't have an account and is mostly doing this for fun.
Brad and Josh: The Flight Part 1
‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’ echoed through the college dorm where Brad slept. It was his alarm clock going off earlier than normal as he had set it that way last night. It was Saturday at the start of the week of Spring Break. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as it was still 4:40. He had woken up so early because he had to catch an early flight. Brad and his best friend Josh were heading to Miami for a week-long non-stop Spring Break rager! Brad and Josh both had just turned 21 so it was legal for them to drink, however that wouldn’t have stopped them in the first place. They both were attending college in Michigan – Brad was getting a bachelor’s degree in Business Management, while Josh was currently aiming for a bachelor’s in Computer Science. Brad and Josh’s friendship seemed like an odd one to most, but they worked and melded together tremendously well.
Brad was a standard Jock according to people who didn’t actually know him well. He grew up in an upper-middle class family with a younger sister. Most of his youth, from middle school to high school, he played hockey. He wasn’t the best, but he was decent. When he graduated high school, he decided to stop playing, as he never had a passion for it. However, playing all those years had really shaped his body, and he still maintained his physique, even though he hadn't played for 3 years. His quads, calves, and butt were larger than average and he always had a hard time shopping for jeans. He towered over most people being 6’2” and had a beefy muscular look to him. His hair was brown and short, even shorter on the sides. He had a slight stubble, not enough to be called a beard, of brownish-red hair that highlighted his jawline and butt chin. His eyes were a dark mossy green, and they didn’t shine, but they were sensitive looking. He was a lady’s man and flirted often, but he never really had a long-term girlfriend, or even a short-term girlfriend for that matter!
Josh was most certainly not a Jock. He grew up in a middle-class family with two brothers and only his mother. While in high school he kept to himself and focused on his grades, coming fifth in his graduating class. He too was tall but still shorter than Brad by 2 inches making him an even 6 feet. He was on the heavier side, mostly because he never developed proper eating habits and college just made it worse! He had short black hair as well, but it was longer and curlier than Brads. He had a rounded face with no facial hair. His eyes were a dark hazel and he wore glasses. He was never much of a party animal until he met Brad. They were roommates in their freshman year and have been friends ever since.
Their flight left Detroit at 10:45 a.m. and the travel time was about 3 hours. Brad had not even packed yet and they lived about an hour and a half from the airport which is why he had to wake up so early. Brad reached and turned off the alarm clock with a resentful grunt, as he was not a morning person. He pulled back his covers revealing his hairy chest, covered with more brownish-red hair with a happy trail that led to his blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He got up, putting his feet on the ground, and stood up performing a morning stretch. Josh was still snoring away in the next room. Brad walked to the bathroom to release his morning bladder that was full to the brim like always. He had a rather large bladder that he was sometimes proud of. His stream was forceful and loud as it hit the water; some piss even splashed out of the toilet. Some morning farts also escaped out because he was so relaxed while releasing his bladder. It was now 4:45 and he only had about an hour to pack and be ready to walk out the door.
He pulled down his boxer briefs and threw them into a pile of dirty laundry. He opened the drawer that contained his pretty extensive underwear collection. Brad liked to look good and feel comfortable, so he had several briefs, boxer briefs, compression boxers, and jockstraps. He thought about what he wanted to wear while on the flight. He hated sitting for long periods of time and wanted to be comfortable, so he decided to go with a white jockstrap. That might seem like an odd choice, but he loved how they felt and supported his junk. After he got them on, he proceeded to put on a pair of jeans, with a black belt, a white undershirt, and a majority red plaid button-up shirt that his mom had gotten him for Christmas. He pulled out a duffle bag and a backpack from under his bed to use for packing. He randomly shoved in underwear, pants, and shirts into the duffle bag not really caring what he was going to wear all week. He decided to put an extra set of clothes into his backpack because he knew life was unpredictable. He finished packing by putting all the essentials, like deodorant, into his duffle bag.
By the time he was done and ready it was almost 6:00. Josh had woken up and was also ready to go, as he had packed everything a week earlier.
“What’s up bro?” Josh asked his friend. “You packed and ready? I know how bad of a procrastinator you are!”
Brad narrowed his eyes at the slight offense, but he knew it was true. “I actually finished earlier than I had planned for,” he quipped back. This wasn’t true, but he wanted to sound more mature.
“I’ve already called Sandra to meet us up front.” Sandra was one of Josh’s classmates and they were study buddies for Computer Networking.
“Good, I’m ready to hit the road,” Brad replied.
They both grabbed their bags and headed down to the dorm’s entrance to wait for Sandra. They had planned earlier to not eat breakfast as they were gonna grab something quick to eat at the airport. Soon Sandra was pulling up in her 2005 Silver Toyota Corolla, and Brad and Josh put their bags in the trunk. The drive to the airport was about an hour and 45 minutes due to the morning traffic. The drive was mostly silent with the odd chit chat when Sandra asked questions about their trip.
Finally they arrived at the entrance to the airport. Josh and Brad got out of the car and grabbed their bags saying goodbye and thank you to Sandra. Once inside they got their tickets from the automatic ticket machine. Flight 1139 from DTW to MIA, gate 17. Brad checked-in his duffle bag at the luggage drop off, as did Josh. Now began the tedious and annoying airport security line. Nothing interesting happened as they went through the process eventually making it through by 9:12. This was earlier than planned, but left them enough time to get breakfast and one last bathroom break. As they were walking down the terminal toward their gate, Brad saw a coffee shop and they decided to stop there.
“What do you think you’re gonna get?” Brad questioned.
“Uhhhh, I think I’m gonna get a croissant and maybe a green tea.”
“Oooo, look at Mr Fancy over here!”
“Well, what about you, Mr Peasant?” Josh fired back.
“Hmm... I’m gonna get a sausage biscuit, a water, and a large coffee... because I’m hella tired.” Brad always drank a lot of water as it was a habit he got while playing hockey.
“Sounds good!”
They ordered, got their food and drink, and went to wait at their gate. Brad chugged his water almost immediately as he always did. When it came to his coffee he always took his time which seemed strange to Josh as he chugged almost everything else.
It was about 10 minutes before boarding that Josh mentioned about using the bathroom before they board. Brad replied with, “Nah, don’t gotta go, and if I do I’ll just go on the plane.” Josh shrugged and went off to use the restroom one last time. Soon it was time to board. They were some of the last people to board so they knew they weren’t gonna get the best seats. As they entered the plane, most of the seats had already been taken. As they walked further into the packed plane, Josh spotted two seats near the back that were still available. They weren’t the best seats, as it was a middle and window seat.
“I’ll take the window seat,” Brad declared. “I might take a nap as I’m still tired from waking up so early.” Brad put his backpack in the overhead bin and asked the woman sitting in the aisle seat if they could squeeze by. She shifted her knees and legs so Brad and then Josh could sit down.
“We finally made it!” exclaimed Josh. Brad was too busy looking out the window to notice Josh’s excitement.
“What?” Brad asked, not hearing the original statement.
“I said we finally made it.”
“Yeah, just 3 more hours till we’re in Miami!” Brad still not completely understanding what Josh said.
A few minutes after sitting, the plane started moving, and the cabin crew began performing all the safety instructions. Josh paid complete attention, as he wanted to always be informed of things. Brad however wasn’t paying attention. In fact, he was already starting to doze off.
Soon the plane started speeding up, getting ready to take off. The jolt awoke Brad, but only for a second, and within minutes of the plane taking off, he was asleep.
While asleep, Brad was having a dream that he was watching one of his own hockey games, but he was in the stands while an imaginary double played in the game below. I guess he enjoyed hockey more than he was willing to admit! Around half-time in the dream game, Brad realized he had to go to the bathroom. He decided to get up from the bleachers and go in search, as his bladder was beginning to swell. He entered an area that was part of the arena, but it was more like a shopping mall. He walked down the hallway only seeing department stores selling stuff for the Christmas holiday. Still no bathrooms.
He kept walking, almost jogging until all of a sudden he was in a garden store. He was still looking for a toilet hoping to find one in the artificial grass area. Nothing. Think Brad, think. Where was the bathroom? He continued walking through the garden store feeling the pressure from his bladder. Soon he came across the water sprinklers that were showcasing how well they watered the lawn. The “tsk tsk tsk tsk brrrrrrr” from the sprinkler just made Brad need to go even more. Where was the bathroom? Soon the store shook, just a little, like a small earthquake. It shook again. Soon Brad was awake realizing he was on a flight to Miami for Spring Break. The shaking in the dream was due to a little turbulence. Brad looked out the window to see some dark clouds that they were entering.
“Hey, what time is it?” Brad asked groggily.
“Huh? Finally awake I see. You were asleep for over 2 hours.”
“Really? Wow.”
Soon Brad realized that another part of his dream wasn’t a dream. His bladder was full – very full. All that water he had chugged earlier, along with the extra coffee, was finally hitting his bladder. He decided he should use the on-plane bathroom before they got any closer to their destination. “Hey Jo—” but all of a sudden the seat-belt light flashed on.
“Hm? Were you gonna say something?” Josh questioned.
“Never mind.” Brad replied sheepishly. This wasn’t good. Brad’s bladder was almost full, and still filling. He wasn’t worried as he had a large bladder. He could wait till the seat-belt light went off, or even possibly wait till they landed, which was only 30 minutes away. However, it might be close. For now, the only thing bothering him was the slight discomfort.
A loud ding snapped Brad out of his thoughts, and then the captain's voice came over the speaker. “Good afternoon passengers, this is your captain speaking. We have some weather up ahead and might experience some slight turbulence. So please stay seated and we will be arriving shortly.”
“Great,” Brad thought to himself. “Guess I’ll be holding it and using the bathroom in the terminal.” Hopefully there aren’t any more delays for Brad's sake.
Edited December 2, 2020 by ClayJayton
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"Remember the bet! $100, if you can survive in there for one hour!"
A small group of four teens pushed Parkha Naeem towards the entrance to the mine. They were engaging in a senior year prank, or more of a dare, on Parkha, a geeky-looking Afghan senior. She hoped to gain a little popularity before the final year ended, so she agreed to head into an abandoned mineshaft deep in the Black Hills, and stay inside for at least one hour. Problem was that the already unsettling mineshaft was supposedly haunted, and Parkha was incredibly jumpy.
The light ended only a few feet in, and the corridor echoed in shifting air currents. The support beams creaked under the weight of the mountain, and outside presented a monotonous drone of crickets and cicadas under a dimly moonlit sky. The mouth of the shaft gaped wide open, and Parkha looked like the small brown jellybean who would be swallowed by it.
She sheepishly approached the mouth of the shaft, and took one last look back at the group. "You got this!" they cheered, giving thumbs up. Parkha was skeptical if they really meant it, but she knew even worst case scenario they wanted to catch the drama on their phones and they'd be there to help if something happened. She looked back at the shaft, swallowed, adjusted her headscarf, turned on her flashlight, and walked in.
Parkha's mind was being bombarded with thoughts as she wandered through the dark corridor. What if there were ghosts, or a monster? The Black Hills were sacred after all. "There're no such things as ghosts," she unconvincingly told herself. Maybe there was nothing haunted, but the hills had mountain lions and bears too, and those were real. The thoughts of all the things that could kill her made her shiver.
All the anxiety made her feel like she suddenly materialized a full bladder. She remembered she hadn't used a bathroom since she left school. It wasn't like there were any toilets on the way, or that she'd even consider using a grungy woodland outhouse. She continued into the cave walking with her legs tight, eyes peeled for anything scary.
"Maybe I'll just stop and go here quickly," she said to herself. "There's no-one here anyway." She set the flashlight on the ground, and unzipped her jeans, but as she began to pull her pants down she heard a distant wail. Panicked, she pulled her pants up and grabbed her flashlight, accidentally leaking a couple drops of pee in her panties.
"T-that wasn't a bear," she muttered to herself. There absolutely was something down in there with her, and it sounded big. "I can't!", Parkha cried. "I can't do this anymore, I want to go home!" Parkha ran back the way she came until she ran into the cave's wall. An intersection! She didn't pay attention to an intersection on her way down, and now she was lost. There were mine tracks leading in all directions.
She had to choose. Her bladder cringed at the stress, and she began to bounce in place, whimpering to herself as she tried to figure out where the exit was. She picked what looked like was going up, and ran until she tripped and fell down a steep but short drop. This was obviously not the correct way.
Parkha stumbled into a larger chamber, full of abandoned mining equippment, pullies, lockers, and scaffolding. She felt hopelessly lost. "Hello!? Anyone there!?" She cried, hoping her friends were secretly following her. No other person was around. She was still bouncing in desperation, periodically crossing her legs and pressing her crotch. She approached the mine wall, and pulled down her pants again to pee.
Just as the stream first came out the wail sounded again, this time louder...and much closer. She painfully squeezed her stream shut, barely having peed at all, quickly pulled up her pants, and looked around with her flashlight. She could hear footsteps in the distance, but not at all the gait or tone of human feet. Parkha ran to one of the locker cabinets, and carefully entered it to hide, turning off the flashlight. "This isn't fair!" She whined to herself. Her knees and thighs rubbed together and her feet crossed as she waited for the sound to go away.
As her eyes adjusted to the dark she peared through the lock to see what was happening. A large, gangly silhouette crept out of the side corrider into the chamber on all fours. It was no bear, it was bigger, and it looked like some headless hunchbacked giraffe. Parkha held her breath, and tried as hard as possible to stop fidgeting without losing control. The creature looked like it was searching for something.....Parkha.
Parkha had never felt fear like this before in her life. She was sure it could hear her heart pound from over there. One of her hands grasped her crotch tight to hold her pee, and the other her mouth to cover her breath. The creature disappeared from view, causing Parkha to freeze.
After a few seconds of agonizing anticipation the creature suddenly appeared right before the lock! Parkha squealed under her breath, and shivered. She could see the unholy abomination in great detail standing in front of her locker, eyes missing and mouth gaping into a void. The monster did not know she was in there, but it was inspecting the outside of the locker. If Parkha kept still and quiet, the monster would leave.
Unfortunately for her, "still and quiet" was not possible. Her bladder was at a breaking point, already slightly leaking even through her panties to her pants and hand. She tried to squirm quietly to hold it but was too afraid to make any noise. A small stream flowed down her legs. Her muscles began to fatigue, and the pee forced its way out, and the steady quiet stream became a loud flood, pattering on the metal locker floor and leaking through the door outside. All she could do was cry in both embarassment and fear of the noise.
The monster jumped at the sound, and began lashing at the locker with massive claws. Parkha desperately held the locker shut, screaming in terror. Thinking quick, she let go and kicked the door open into the monster's face, stunning it. She bolted down the corridor the came in last, hearing footsteps behind her in hot pursuit. She approached the ledge she had fallen down from earlier, and began to climb. Behind her she saw the monster round the corner with murder in its eyes, driving her to climb faster.
In the panic she had forgotten that she hadn't zipped up her jeans last time, and they got tugged off her waist by some stray rail. "Ohcrapohcrapohcrap" she thought, trying to pull her pants back up, but the monster grabbed on, tearing them completely off her legs. She screamed, and bolted down the corridor to the intersection she got lost in. There were two ways left, so she picked one quickly and ran.
As she ran she began to see the corridor naturally light up. It was the way out! Parkha sprinted hard until the ceiling gave way to the midnight sky, after which she stopped to look back. She heard laughing.
"Damn, you got scared right out of your pants!" teased one of the teens, "and-oh shit! They're soaked!". They turned to their friends to bring their attention. "Parks totally pissed herself and lost her pants!"
Parkha, forgetting about the monster for a second, looked down her torso, and her cheeks flushed red, her eyes tearing up. She grabbed and pulled her shirt down and crossed her legs to cover her panties. Parkha then quickly remembered she was being chased.
"Guys, we gotta get out of here, there's a monster in there!" She exclaimed. "It was tall, gangly, creepy-"
Another one interrupted her, "What monster? I don't see any." There were no footsteps or hellishing wailing, not anymore.
"Bu-but I saw...it was..I'm not joking I saw-" Parkha stumbled to try to explain.
"Just get in the car, you won the bet" said one of the taller girls. She whipped out her phone, typed, and an alert popped up on Parkha's phone she thankfully left in the car, confirming $100 electronic transfer for winning the dare. Everyone entered the car, and Parkha followed behind, holding her shirt down.
"Hey Parks," the girl began, "I'll give you another $100 if you totally prank everyone's doorbell looking like that!" The car burst in laughter, while Parkha slumped in the back seat giving a nervous chuckle. It was a rough night....but $100 is $100.
NOTE: I know I'm in a drawing hiatus...but I can still write fics on my phone!
Edited December 3, 2020 by Peafowl
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Caulifla and Kale were fighting on the tournament power, both were tired and weakened after some fights.
They knew they were strong but also they knew there was other a lot stronger that them so they decided to merge themsleves. After merging themselves appeared Kelfa which was more powerful and stronger so she went and fight against Goku, after a great fight she lost so she knew anyway she couldn't fight against Goku, but there was a greater problem, as all was so fast Caulifla and Kale didn't have enough time to go to the bathroom to take a pee before going to the tournament power although they both really needed to pee, "it's only an hour, we can hold it" they both thought on their minds, but they didn't know how incredibly fast their bladders filled even more at the first minutes of the tournament power, so maybe when passed only 15 minutes of the starting of the tournament power they started to be ultra-desperate "it's only urine, it's water" they thought 'casue they were so powerful to stop because "a simple body need" anyway they're Saiyans
The time keep passing away and their bladders keep filling so fast "it may be for the apple cider we drank, but it was so delicious"
Once they merged, their bodies merged to form only one including their bladders and as both bladders were full bursting imagine all that urine merging in only one bladder, after her fight against Goku and only being 25 minutes on the tournament power Kefla was Ultra Mega Hyper Bursting so she understood she couldn't ingore it anymore and that she wouldn't be able to hold it much more "I can't pee right here, I'm in the middle of the tournament power, an universal important event in the eyes of many universe warriors, of all the angels and the gods, if I pee here all the universes will know, what embarrassing and I don't have where to hide myself to urine but I can't hold it much more" she thought while her legs were shivering by the urine desperation
"I'm a warrior how can be this happening, damn it really hurts" the bladder of Kelfa had reached her limit, actually it was beyond her limits causing her a looooooot of pain on her low belly and making her unable of being stood straight
Kefla was really really uncomfortable and having to pretty fight to keep her piss inside, her legs were shivering while she was putting them close together strongly, her sweat started to drip on her blushed face, she knew that was something she couldn't stand against it so much more; her pussy was bursting and she was using her incredible strength to clench her sphincters pee hole, her medium muscled arms (which it's sexy into a girl) were Hyper tense, Evey muscle of her arms was working so hard, she put one hand on her crotch and pressed down and over her pressing hand she crossed tight together her legs and with her other arm she started to clench her fists
All the warriors were fighting on the circular platform ignoring the hell that was taking place on Kefla's Bladder, there was some rocks part of the destroyed circular platform but noway she could hide on one and squad to pee because everybody could be witness of that.
Her strengths had reached her limit of resistance and her agony dying burning aching pussy started to drip and began to damn her panties, she was pretty fighting to not let those drips to turn into a spurt, but she's a super saiyan so she elevated her super saiyan ki at the maximum and then she turned on super saiyan 2 giving her a lot more strength stoping the drips of pee, this happened at the 33 minute of the tournament power, so she could hold more easy her urine with all that extra strength
She stayed like that until the 41 minute of the tournament power when the strength of her urine stream give her breathless again although she turned into super saiyan 2, she needed to pee like hell and her kidneys started to pretty hurt like they were going to burst, she needed to pee RIGHT NOW, but it was the 41 minute and there was left 19 minutes, "my universe it's about to disappear, about to be ereased of the existence forever by zeno-sama if we lost, how can I be worrying for a simple need" she was constantly thinking
She really needed to pee and again her pussy started to drip and again she started to use all her strength and power but this time in super saiyan 2 to avoid those drips to become a gush, but her pee was contained on her bladder under a great pressure and really was about to burst inside her belly, she was a saiyan warrior so her body it's strong a lot more than a common human and that's why her bladder hasn't explode yet because with all that urine on a simple human girl it would've exploited a long before, however the urine had filled every available space on her urine system, her bladder, her entire urethra bumping against her closed pee hole, her entire both ureters and her both kidney so her urine wasn't any more place were to accumulate and it keep filling everything accumulating into a great pression, so her drips turned into a gush
She hurriedly thought "oh no I'm gonna pee my panties and my pants in fornt of everybody, they're gonna say that girl warrior who pee her pants like a little girl in middle of an important event, what embarrassing" so she screamed and started to elevate her ki the most she could and making a superhuman effort she turned into super saiyan 4, everybody could felt that great ki exploding, even Goku, Vegeta and Jiren felt admired for that incredible ki
Her breast almost get exposed for the super saiyan 4 suit shape but for luck a little bra reached to cover them although anyway their breast were so nude visible, but it doesn't matter the important thing it's that she now has a tremendous power and strength and will use them to hold her pee so she easy hold her bladder, with her monkey tail she obtained because of the super saiyan 4 transformation she started to rub and massage her poor pussy to give her relief at all the pain she was suffer, because poor pussy was making a lot of effort to hold all the urine and the pressure urine keeps hitting outside against her poor pussy to jet out
Like that she could stay until the 56 minute where only stayed Goku, Jiren Vegeta and her, Goku and Vegeta were so busy trying to take out Jiren put of the tournament platform and Jiren was so busy trying to make the same to them so that's why for luck nobody closed to bother Kefla but she was wriggling into a great agony pain because of the entire urine pression inside her, her entire urine system was about to burst her kidneys, her ureters her bladder and her urethra which were sooooo fucking fill with a loooot of urine and also her poor pussy which all that pee was pressing against outside. She was turned into super saiyan 4 and with all that power she was clenching her pee hole muscles and that's why she didn't pee but her entire urine system was bursting and she couldn't stand anymore the GREAT GIANT HUGE pain cause for the urine it was the most cruel torture she was suffering on her life
Obviously her power on super saiyan 4 was beyond anybody's imagination, were talking about THE SUPER SAIYAN 4 and for most strong her pee pressure was it just couldn't against the maximum strength of the super saiyan 4 and that's why her urine didn't jet outside her pussy but her body has reached any resistance limit and small fissures started to form on her kidneys, ureters, bladder and urethra, they were breaking causing her a LOOOOOT more pain. All her urine system was gonna bursts in less that five seconds so she could avoid it more, she tried to drop her suit but super saiyan 4 red suit it's not as easy to drop as pants so she just let it go and started to pee into her super saiyan 4 suit, the pleasure and relief she felt were SOOOOOO GOOD HEAVENLY DELICIOUS warmness white smoke started to emanate from her pants the floor and her pussy area because of the urine warmness she actually had a great orgasm she finished pissing lefting a giant puddle, all the people of the tournament saw that and finally they knew why Kefla was acting so strange in all the tournament and why she didn't finght with anyone more after fighting with Goku she felt embarrassed but she didn't care the relief of finally had pissed was so HUGE at the end Goku and Vegeta won the tournament power and ask the super balls to return everything to normality and Zeno-sama forgave everybody
So she went fully urinated with her universe mates to her universe, the 6 universe, gradually the merge ended up and she separate into Caulifla and Kale and they both laugh for what has happened. |
Author Note: If I am going to write more, I'm just going to compile my fics into this one thread like a journal. Unlike my Indian drawing threads I'm just going to leave this open ended for personal freedom. Hope ya'll enjoy!
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Cinema Rush
with Parkha Naeem
"Hey! My son said he wanted the blue icee!" yelled an annoyed mother.
"S-sorry, I'm new here, I'll get that blue icee for him right away," the young Afghan at the concessions counter named Parkha replied as she juggled an endless supply of popcorn, snacks, and drinks for the cinema patrons. She filled up a fresh new drink and handed it to the mother.
"You know my son could do a better job than you!" the mother jabbed, dragging her son off to the ticket stand. Parkha felt hurt, but there was no time to complain on the evening shift. This was her first part time job ever, and she was determined to not botch it up.
Another gaggle of families approached the concessions stand. She brushed off popcorn crumbs from her red headscarf and matching red uniform polo and got ready to take orders. As expectedly American as Midwesterners could get, they ordered massive tubs of popcorn and huge cups of soda. She'd swear she could fit in one of those popcorn tubs.
"Sure, just one moment, Parkha responded, fumbling a tub of popcorn to grab an extra large soda cub. She walked to the soda fountain to pour some Diet Coke when she felt a slight tingle in her abdomen. "I think I should visit the toilet after this group," she thought, quickly finishing everyone's orders and sending them off.
"Finally, a break!" Parkha thought, seeing nobody walking from the parking lot. She began to unlock her stand to head to the bathroom when her manager showed up on the otherside.
"Where are you going?" he asked sternly.
"I'm just going to the bathroom quickly," Parkha responded.
The manager was irritated. "This is your shift time! You can't be taking breaks, you're the only one at the stand!"
"But I have to go," she pleaded. "I'll make it fast!"
"No. You probably just want to get on your phone. You can go after your shift!" The manager stormed off.
Parkha took a moment to take it in. She was barely an hour into her shift, and she had five more to go before closing. She crossed her legs, and waited for the next group of movie gowers to show up, fidgeting.
An unusual character approached the counter a few minutes later. Instead of a cranky mother it was an attractive black girl roughly Parkha's age, causing her to blush.
"H-hey, what can I get you?" Parkha asked nervously.
"Just a hotdog," the girl replied.
"Sure thing!" Parkha replied, turning around to grab the order. Then from behind she heard, "My name's Janice, bee tee dubs" in a pleasant voice.
"Um, Parkha," replied Parkha, feeling gleeful inside. She handed her the hotdog and wished her a good movie.
"I'll see you tonight maybe," Janice said, winking as she walked off.
Parkha was lost in a cloud of pleasant thought when her abdomen tingled again. She just remembered that she was trying to hold her pee, and in the trance she leaked a little, only a few drops. She grabbed her crotch to hold, and then eased away, keeping her thighs squeezed.
As the time passed more and more customers got their snacks, and Parkha was transitioning from legs-crossed to more active fidgeting. She was trying to not make it obvious to the patrons, but it was getting difficult.
The room erupted in yells and cries all of a sudden. Parkha looked to the door and saw a huge family with screaming children and two intimidating parents. Parkha swallowed and shivered slightly, knowing that these were the grouos that could get her in trouble.
The father, a hefty man, approached the counter and towered over Parkha. "Great, now they have Arabs in the movie theatre," he rudely commented in a threatening voice. Parkha whimpered, even squirting a couple more drops of pee in her panties in fear before squeezing her thighs. The man then ordered, "I'll have two number nines, a number nine large, a number six with extra dip, two number 45's-"
Parkha nervously cut him off, stuttering, "A-actually we're o-out of the 45's-"
"I said two 45's!" the man retorted, slamming the counter. Parkha wasn't even sure she knew what the 45 was.
The mother, dwarfed by her husband, interfered, "Now honey, they don't have the 45's, I'll get you some later." She then turned to Parkha and took over for her husband, "Hey! Hurry up, my daughter wanted the cherry coke, my sons wanted large buttered popcorns with the candy and-" and her ordered continued until Parkha just couldn't keep track anymore. Parkha was getting really nervous, and the stress caused her to start visibly bouncing, fidgeting, and crossing her legs.
"I-I'm so sorry, can you repeat that one more time, I'll right it down," Parkha replied.
"Holy shit," the lady replied, "I don't think English is her first language," and demeaningly added in an exaggeratingly slow voice "do you want me to talk slow like this? Do you un der staaand". Little did they realize Parkha could only speak English. The lady repeated the order patronizingly, and Parkha wrote it down to fill.
She juggled everything to grab the order, squeezing her thighs, crossing her legs, and bobbing up and down the whole way.
"Nooo, I didn't want butter on mine!" Cried a child. "Nooo, I wanted the PURPLE sour gummies!" screamed another. "Mommy I said I wanted the racecar box!" whined another. Parkha groaned, and her abdomen ached, desperate for some sweet release over a clean toilet bowl. Her eyes were starting to tear up. She was fidgeting so much she could be a pre-baked pretzel being rolled and twisted.
People began to take notice. "Careful you don't have an accident there!" the husband taunted, probably with a slur in there. Parkha's cheeks blushed, now that her desperation had an audience. This was an absurdly large order, and people in the back of the line were getting impatient.
As she poured a cup of soda her muscles squeezed to hold her pee, leaking more and more like sweat. A surge rushed through her crotch as she groaned and bent over to squeeze with her hands, thighs, and core. She could swear that her polo had untucked in the back from that, and her panties peaked up from her pants. "Mommy, I can see her underwear!" yelled one of the kids before getting hushed.
Parkha finally finished the order, already thoroughly humiliated. "Enjoyed the movie," she said politely. The couple looked at her disapprovingly and walked off with their kids. The rest of the line kept rolling, and Parkha noticed she still had four hours. "I won't make it," she cried internally.
With this wave of customers done Parkha tried to think of ways out of her predicament. She just wished she could just go in the wash basin without feeling mortified, getting fired, and making countless health-code violations at the same time. "Maybe I'll sneak out quickly, I won't miss any customers," she debated.
Just as she went to unlock the counter again her manager appeared. "What did I JUST tell you!?" he yelled.
Parkha begged, "Please! I can't hold it anymore! Just two minutes is all I ask!"
"Hell no!" the manager scorned. "I got a complaint from a family that you were rude and inconsiderate."
"No I wasn't! I'm sorry, I just really really REALLY need to go to the bathroom!" Parkha cried, her pee dance being very apparent.
"Any more trouble, and you're fired!" the manager threatened. "You will finish your shift, and there had better not be a mess in there after this!"
Parkha returned to the counter and cried, dancing more intensly to hold with the last of her strength. If she made it through today, she thought, she'd quit instead of tollerate her boss.
A very angry family approached the counter, cutting the line. It was THAT family again.
"My son is allergic to popcorn! Are you trying yo kill him!?" yelled the mother, throwing the popcorn at Parkha. "I didn't get ketchup with my hotdog!" yelled the husband, throwing that at her.
The family continued to combard poor Parkha with complaints and food. Parkha's legs were almost double-knot twisted in desperation. She bit her lip, whined, groaned, and cried, and rubbed her hands on her crotch and between her thighs, until she couldn't take it anymore. She stopped dancing.
All the commotion was silenced by the sound of forcefully leaking pee, like a faucet. The crowd watched as a dark spot rapidly expanded on Parkha's pants around her crotch and down her legs. Pee seeped through her pants to the outside, and pittered on the floor. Parkha was stiff, her arms stiff by her side, her cheeks blood red, and her eyes leaking tears as hard as her crotch leaked pee. She started bauling.
The manager stormed to the counter, fuming. "You're fired!" But just as it all happened the crowd began to start yelling.
A hefty couple approached, and pointed at the troublesome family. "These two have been harassing the poor clerk all day, saying mean and racist tings to her!" A mother with a pram approached, "She was just trying to do her job!" A teen in the back, Janice in fact, pointed at the manager, "You wouldn't give her toilet breaks!"
The manager, almost as humiliated as Parkha, stormed off in a huff to save his ego. Parkha slowly unlocked the stand and walked out with her belongings, holding her shirt down to cover the spot on her pants as best she could. Some customers approached and gave her tips in sympathy.
Parkha felt miserable, but slightly better that some people were on her side. Then Janice approached, and scooped Parkha up in her arms, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You want a ride back?" Janice offered. Parkha gave a sad nod, but her face betrayed a slight smile. They walked together to the parking lot and entered her car. Parkha opened her phone and looked at her movie theater she was a former employee of, and saw negative reviews stream in about the manager's treatment towards her. Maybe it would all turn out well. |
College Interview
with Parkha Naeem
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Before Parkha stood a large, clouded glass door to the admissions office of the New Amsterdam School of Arts and Sciences. This was her dream college for next year, and today was her interview with the admissions officer. Dressed up for the occasion she wore her blouse medium length skirt, black hose, loafers, a flowered headscarf, and a nervous smile.
"I'll meet you at the Basileus diner for lunch after, sweety!" her mother wished her luck before leaving. "You'll do great!"
Parkha wasn't sure about that, but now was not the time to have negative thoughts. She opened the door and entered the office. There was a large desk, and behind it sat a very well-dressed gentleman smoking a cigar. This guy looked a little too well-paid to be an admissions officer, and clearly he was being distracted, yelling at someone over the phone who sounded like a surveyer.
The man turned his attention back to Parkha. "Sorry about that," he said in a fast and bold tone, "we're trying to get the next building torn down. Now, you're here for the interview, yes?"
"Yeah...I MEAN yes, sir," Parkha responded.
"Nah, call me Glenn. Lets's walk and talk!" the man boomed, grabbing a coffee and leading Parkha out to the campus. "Where do you come from, and what brings you here?"
"I'm from Mohota, West Dakota," Parkha responded. "I want to get into history."
"Damn! That's far away! You're a girl with ambition!" he replied. Parkha talked about her activities in school, following her mother's advice to exaggerate her accomplishments and mention strengths mistaken for weaknesses. Occasionally her self doubts crept in, but this guy didn't seem to care.
"Now, have you seen the library? Biggest one in the city, I'll show it to you," invited the man. They walked across the street to a towering library. Parkha was getting an exclusive visit to the top floor, which excited her. "Now, all we need to do is take the elevator up." The man called the elevator, and they entered.
They continued talking in the elevator until they were interrupted by an abrupt lurch. "Damn it!" cursed the man, "the elevator is stuck. I will fire the guy who maintains this junk."
"Wait, you manage mechanics?" Parkha asked.
"I do a lot here," the man replied, trying to ring up assistance. There was no phone service in the elevator, and there was no intercom, instead relying on a direct signal alerting the mechanics a broken elevator.
"Well, looks like we're stuck for a while," said the man. Parkha agreed.
They continued the interview as best they could, running out of questions and going off on tangents. It was about an hour since the elevator got stuck. Parkha was starting to feel a pressure in her abdomen when she realized she was starting to need to pee, causing her to step side to side.
The man started asking personal questions. "So, what hobbies you got?"
For some reason, this was a hard question for Parkha. She was reluctant to expose her interests in what she assumed was strictly an "all work no play" environment. She liked to write fanfictions, watch cartoons, and play video games, but they all seemed like things that would make her look bad and childish. Needing to pee also lowered her confidence.
"Oh, you know, things....like...um..." she tried to answer, "uhh...things...um, I like to read and study literature!"
"No no no, I mean FUN things," the man explained, "what gets you up on four-day weekends?"
Parkha continued to step side to aide, forward and back, keeping her thighs squeezed more and more. "I like to draw."
"What do you draw?"
"Birds...?" Parkha was not going to admit to her more compromising drawings.
The man continued to keep the conversation interestimg while Parkha was getting more and more distracted by the stuck elevator and her urgevto pee. She was starting to occasionally press at her crotch and cross her legs with a slight bob. Thankfully, the man did not notice anything.
Parkha bit her lip and crossed her legs tight, "how much longer do you think it will take to fix the elevator?" she asked.
The man replied, "God knows how long, and I'm going to fire all of them! I have to rock a monster piss, pardon my French!" To Parkha, she could not recognize any indication that he needed to pee too, and that made her more self conscious.
Time continued to pass, and there was no progress with the elevator. The man seemed to have run out of questions, and the car got quiet, left only with the sounds of Parkha pacing and crossing legs. She was starting to get much more desperate, tempted to hold her crotch but not in front of the man. She was to embarassed to mention her need to pee too.
She felt behind her the hand railing, and subtly scooted towards the end to sit on it, trying to massage her crotch from behind without him noticing. But it wasn't enough. Her legs began to double twist, squirming and squeezing her thighs.
"Please hurry up," she thought to herself silently, "I have to go so bad!" She did not want to unleash a flood on her interview! She tried scratching her leg, standing on her toes, biting her lip, but the urge to pee was getting too strong. She started grabbing her crotch.
The man, playing on his phone the whole time, only now noticed the excessive movement in the car. "Hey, is there something wrong?"
Parkha blushed. There was no point hiding it now. "I...kinda need to pee...really bad...and I don't think I can hold it for much longer," she whimpered.
The man patted around his coat, as if to look for something. "Sorry," he said, "I threw out the coffee cup. But hey! At least you're wearing a skirt!"
That did not make Parkha feel better. With the secret out, she turned around and pressed the front of her crotch on the hand rail to apply more pressure. She was feeling utterly humiliated now, sure that she'd never get into this college.
More time passed, and she hit her breaming point. She was bouncing, dancing, twisting, grabbing, whining, doing anything to hold it longer. "I'm not sure what's taking these guys so long," the man said. Parkha couldn't help but cry.
The car then errupted in the sound of pee squeezing through fabric. A waterfall fell from under Parkha, lining her skirt and down her legs, creating a large puddle on the tile floor of the car. The man stepped to the side to avoid getting his nice shoes dirty. She began to cry. "I'm so sorry! I couldn't hold it anymore!"
"Don't worry about it, kid," the man said, "this part of the interview never happened. I got some spare clothes for my mother I could lend to you in the office. I think you got good stuff!" Parkha felt a little better, but still humiliated.
Just then, the car moved. "Are you kidding me?!" the man exclaimed. The car returned to the lobby, and opened. Parkha hid behind the man as the door opened, revealing a team of mechanics.
They stepped out of the car and the man began to yell at them when the door of the elevator quickly shut...on Parkha's skirt! It car started rolling up, with Parkha, the man, and mechanics shocked in terror. "NONONO!" screamed Parkha as her skirt slowly got pulled up by the elevator car. Her buttons popped, the stitching tore, and the skirt got ripped off, revealing her full semi-see-through hose and panties just visible, all soaked. She pulled her shirt down.
The man hastely wrapped her in his jacket, and brashly fired the mechanics who were just as terrified. Then the two quickly returned to the office, where she changed into the loaned cloths that fit her just well enough.
"I'm so sorry," cried Parkha. The man retorted, "No! This was our fault, don't worry about it. We'll talk again some other time, we'll be excited to see you here after we review all the other records!"
Parkha left the room to go meet with her mother. She was glad the interview itself went well, but she couldn't start to think of an explanation for her new clothes and wet dress. |
How to Hold a Spy
with Cebile Wielen
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"Dump her on the floor here."
Out of a brown potato sack fell a woman bound by her wrists and ankles, a suspected corporate spy from the megacorp Kingston General Utility. In reality she was a low-paid intern told to record shipping schedules from rival corporation Wallis Works. She was a dark British-African named Cebile Wielen in her early twenties, dressed in a black jacket, buttoned blouse, and semiformal khaki trousers.
Cebile looked at her surroundings in horror. It was a dark concrete room, lit by a single hanging fixture with bleach white light. With her stood a tall East Asian-looking woman in a formal suite holding a rider's whip, and an undescribable masked person standing motionless with the potato sack. Not only did Cebile not expect to be caught, she didn't expect her mission to even be that valuable.
"Trying to find trade secrets, hmm?" Taunted the well-dressed lady, probably an executive. She removed Cebile's gag.
Cebile pleaded, "I'm so sorry! I didn't know that was a restricted road! I just got lo-"
"Lost with detailed time stamps of our ship departures and arrivals?" the lady interrupted. "Tsk tsk. You know, they say even the smallest pieces of information can crumble empires, right?"
Cebile was not interested in monologues on philosophy. The woman had a whip in a concrete bunker, and that was all that concerned her. Her wrists were stinging from the ropes, muscles aching from being bound, and her bladder was tingling for a little tea break after being couped up in a car boot for two hours.
"Look, I'm sorry about all this, can you just let me go? You can keep my journal and I won't tell anyone what I found!" Cebile begged.
"Yeah, not happening," the lady retorted. "Not until I get information from you as payment. Then, I'll think about letting you go."
Cebile replied, "I swear, I don't know anything! I'm just an intern!"
"I have ways to find out," the lady chuckled, brandishing the rider's whip. Cebile swallowed, and leaked a drop in her knickers in nervousness. "No", added the lady, "I'll make this...fun."
The lady ordered the masked person to lift Cebile onto a steel table. Luckily there was no blood, comforting Cebile a little. "Don't worry," said the lady maintaining a sinister voice, "I won't actually hurt you. At least, not too bad." After that word she took her riding whip and gave a firm spank on Cebile's bottom, causing her to flinch.
Cebile lay on the table begining to squirm. One foot pressed down on the other, and her thighs squeezed tight, shaking slightly. Her hands were tied behind her back, so she couldn't press her crotch.
"Uh oh," said the lady, "I think our little spy might be....needing something." Cebile stayed silent. "Do you need to visit the loo?"
"A-a little," Cebile responded.
"The loo is just out the door to the right. I'll let you use it...if you tell me what I need to know."
Cebile sincerely did not know any secrets to give up, and she was not a confident liar. "I really don't know, ma'am. Please!"
"I'm sure you don't," the lady responded, giving Cebile another spank on her bottom. Cebile's trousers were starting to ride down her waist to the point where the lady could observe a peak of knicker's waistband. "Fan of blue, I see?" said the lady. Cebile took a moment to think what was going on until she felt the back of her trousers get pulled down slightly. "Blue with pink hearts is a pretty colour pattern," added the lady.
"No! Please don't peak!" cried Cebile, blushing bright enough red to show on her black cheeks. She continued to squirm and squeeze, twist and turn, trying hard to hold.
"If you didn't want me to peak, you shouldn't have worn such amazing knickers!" the lady taunted. She set down her whip and pulled out some scissors out of a drawer.
"W-what are you going to do to me!? Please!" begged Cebile. The lady took the blade to the waist of Cebil's trousers and began to snip, snip, snip, all the way down her leg to her ankle, until her trouser side could be peeled open, to reveal bare black legs. She flipped her over and did the otherside too, and yanked her trousers off completely. Cebile cried the whole time, desperate to hold still to avoid getting hurt. She had squirted a little more in her knickers, and a wet spot became visible. She tried her best to cross legs to hide her knickers to no avail.
"Do you know anything now?" the lady scolded.
Cebile sobbed, "I don't! I'm not lying, I don't know anything!"
The lady then procerded to snip open her jacket and blouse, removing them. "Aww, no matching bra?" the lady asked disappointedly. Cebile wore a plain white bra. She continued to cry, blush, and squirm. The lady noted, "Your bottoms are getting a little damp I see."
Cebile's legs were shaking intensly. It is hard to hold when your hands are bound and legs can't fully cross. The wet spot continued to slowly grow.
"Lets make this interesting," said the lady, pulling a revolver out of another drawer, "if you make a mess on my table before I get some information, I'll shoot you!"
Cebile bauled, "NO! PLEASE! I'M ABOUT TO BURST! I SWEAR I KNOW NOTHING!"
The lady grabbed the waistband of Cebile's knickers and pulled them down to reveal bare bottom. She grabbed the rider's whip to begin spanking.
"Oouuch!" Cebile cried, "That hurts! Please!". The lady spanked again, and Cebile's entire legs winced to squeeze against her overloaded bladder. "It's hard to hold if you keep hitting me!"
"I'd better hear you sing soon!" the lady threatened.
"I-ack-CAN'T! I TOLD YOU I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" Her entire bottom part of her knickers were already getting soaked, but Cebile still held on, squeezing and squirming like a fish caught on a hook.
The lady took the handle of the whip and pressed it firmly against Cebile's crotch. "Does that help?"
Cebil responded, "a little..." She felt so mortified that someone else was holding her pee for her, but she took advantage and kept the pressure on her crotch. Her legs were shivering so bad even her butt was shivering to hold her pee.
"Last chance," the lady warned. Cebile continued to deny any information, for she had none.
"....please don't kill me..." Cebile whimpered, "I can't.....hold it..."
Cebile's muscles suddenly loosened. Pee began to trickle through her knickers, around her thigh towards the table. Just as the first drops touched the table, Cebile let out a big grunt, big enough to cause her to fart, and her body jerked, suddenly stopping the flow of pee. She then went back to shaking like an earthquake.
"Close call," snickered the lady. Cebile was whimpering and murmering, squirming like a dying eel. But one moment of victory was not to last. Her muscles fatigued, and her knickers flooded once again, covering the table and even spilling onto the floor. Cebile peed for a good thirty second. "DAMN that was a lot!" the lady exclaimed.
Cebile was in full tears. "Please don't shoot me! I don't know anything, I swear! I couldn't hold it any more!" she cried.
The lady pulled the revolver, pointed at Cebile's head as she begged for her life, and pulled the trigger. "Click". Nothing happened.
The lady burst laughing. "I can't believe you fell for that! You were so scared! You pissed yourself!" The lady threw the gun away. "It wasn't loaded. I know, you're stupid and don't know anything, you can go."
Cebile dropped her head on the table in relief. She was so relieved she only just realized that she peed a little more in response. She blushed harder.
"Let her go," ordered the lady. The figure lifted Cebile onto their shoulder, and took her through the hallway, out the door, to the yard, somewhere just outside York. They dropped her on the ground and undid her binds. She stood up, corrected her soaked knickers, and covered them with one hand and her bra with the other.
"C-can I have some spare clothes please? I'm n-naked," Cebile asked as the figure left and slammed the door shut. Cebile cringed, blushed, whimpred, and ran off, darting between trees trying to find a way home while naked in public. |
We Have Guests
with Nisha Sujaanthan
(messing warning)
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Knock knock knock! "Hurry up in there! You still need to help me prepare tonight for guests, and I don't want any excuses!"
"I said I'm coming!"
Flush!
Nisha walked out of the washroom feeling her aching stomach. Perhaps it was some sort of bug, or something she ate earlier, because this was her third trip to the toilet in four hours. She was supposed to help her parents get ready for a big dinner for their relatives, something she has not been too enthusiadtic about. After all, what fun is there in cooking food for unfamiliar faces supposedly related to you who would just berate you for everything.
Downstairs, her mother, her Amma, was greeted by her sleepy-looking 19 year old daughter. "You look like a pig," bemoaned Amma. "Fix up your hair, and your aunts and uncles won't see you in bed shorts and a wrinkly t-shirt!"
Nisha shrugged and began to help. Right now they were prepairing sambaar and dosa. She got to chopping vegetables and washing metal dishes to be reused, expressing no satisfaction but still at least trying to put a front up for Amma and Appa, her father.
After only a few minutes, Nisha's stomach began to ache again, subtely growling and bubbling. "Hhhnng, not again," she thought. She grabbed her stomach and clenched her glutes, and ran fast for upstairs.
"Hey, where are you going?" asked Amma, sternly.
Nisha replied, "I'll be right back, sorry!" and ran to the bathroom. She shut the door, hastely undid her shorts, and fell on the toilet seat, emptying her bowels. She could hear Amma in the background protesting. "Amma!" she yelled, "I don't feel good!"
"Excuses!" she yelled from downstairs, "If you weren't on your damned games all the time, this wouldn't happen!"
Nisha had learned to not question assertions like this, but her stomach sickness was quite annoying. She hasn't gotten time for herself all day because of it. After 15 minutes of waiting for her stomach to settle, she cleaned up and returned to the kichen.
"Are you playing on your phone?" Amma asked. "Are you talking to a boyfriend!?" Appa popped his head into the kitchen with a stern look.
"No Amma!" Nisha protested, "and I don't have a boyfriend!" She felt annoyed and a little hurt that her mother thought she was lying about a genuine sickness, or that she had a boyfriend when she was both gay and too shy to ask anyone. She was too embarassed to talk about her diarrhea though. Her stomach eased, and she got back to helping.
Time passed, and her relatives were about to arrive. Amma and Appa were hurridly finalizing preparations. "Nisha, go wear something nice!" ordered her parents, hinting at the uncomfortably itchy red sari in her closet that got used maybe once every two years. She ran up, changed, and ran down as the bell rang.
Her parents let in a gaggle of loud aunts and uncles, mostly old. Nisha was the youngest person in the house, and thus the lowest on the totem. At least screaming kids didn't make fun of her, but there were non to distract everyone.
They went through the introductions. Nisha bowed to all her elders, and took them to the living room. Over her shoulder she heard one aunt comment to Amma on Nisha's hair. Nisha's hair was still messy, covering parts of her face, but the comment did not feel good.
The families chattered over annoying things. Airline tickets, adult children in IV league schools, disparaging comments about black and poor people, until music was talked about. "Nisha, can you play on the piano for us?" asked Amma, more like an order.
Nisha shrunk in her seat and blushed. Not only was she rusty, she really did not like playing publically. "Please, Amma? I'm not a kid..."
Amma responded, "Play the piano, don't embarass your parents." Nisha stepped over to the keyboard, and began playing, not very well. She really did not remember after years of not practicing. Then, it happened. Her stomach began to ach and moan, and she began to feel queezy. She felt like releasing a fart, but she was afraid it wouldn't be dry, so she subtly squirmed on her seat to hold it in. This feeling only made her play worse.
She finished, and everyone clapped out of respect, but she knew nobody was impressed. She looked back and saw her parents scowl at her. She got up to use the toilet before her mother grabbed her, the crowd distracted by chatter.
"You are disrespecting them, Nisha," scorned Amma as quietly yet sternly as possible.
Nisha pleaded, "But I have to-"
"No!" Amma interrupted. "You will show our guests respect and sit down for dinner.
Nisha whimpered. She was still slightly squirming to hold in her fart, walking awkwardly to the table to sit down. Sitting down somehow made it harder to hold, and pressure was building before her sphincter. The rest of the family followed suit and sat down. Amma served the food, and everyone began to eat, except Nisha. A sore stomach can make you lose your appetite.
Nisha poked her food with her finger, swirling a bowl of sambar with an idli. She squirmed down below, sitting on one cheek at a time to hold an ever-filling bowel. She thought to herself silently, "I need to poop. I need to poop. I need to poop," angry that her mother wouldn't let her.
The families chitchatted, and sometimes talked to Nisha, sometimes about Nisha. All seemed negative, and some were homophobic. They all wanted to gloat how their kids were better than her. Nisha only felt small, despite being probably the tallest person in the room.
After a while she finally caught a break, finding a moment she could release a dry fart silently. Ok, maybe not totally dry, but too insignificant to mess her panties. But a stench quickly filled the air, and it was visibly apparent some of the guests caught a whiff of it. Nisha slumped down and blushed, trying to keep herself small so nobody suspected her. She then felt a sharp pain under her arm, turning to see Amma pinching her.
"Don't ever do that again!" she scorned quietly. Nisha began to tear up and whimper, both because she still desperately needed to poop, and because her mother was starting to really become angry. She may be a lazy teen, but she still felt bad and little when her parents got angry.
Her bowel situation continued to get critical until a bladder situation appeared. Her bowels were so bloated she didn't notice her bladder was full until it got really full. Her right hand had food, so she needed to use her left hand to hold her crotch. But her bowels were so full she needed to clench her butt too to hold that in. She had to alternate between crotch and butt dvery few seconds, both feeling like they were about to burst. It was a battle between bowels and bladder because she could only squeeze muscles to hold one.
Nisha's knees began to shake from desperation. She was more afraid of pooping herself than peeing, so her bowels kept getting holding priority. As a result, her panties were slowly getting wet from leaking pee. Nobody had noticed her predicament, but she was still getting mortified.
Her aches transitioned to stings. She couldn't hold for much longer. She abruptly got up, shaking the table in the process and tipping her drink over. "I have to go!" she said quickly, turning to run to the bathroom with one hand firmly clenching her butt, and the other holding her crotch.
Amma grabbed her by the arm and scolded, "you can't leave in the middle of dinner!"
Nisha tried to reply, "B-but I c-can't h-ho-hold...."
Her voice was interrupted by a groan as the room went silent, all attention on her. She released a big, long, bubbly-sounding fart, as liquified poop filled her panties and seep out, dripping to the floor. She tried so hard to hold but she was too weak and exhausted. Her panicking movements disrupted her sari, causing it to come undone and fall around her legs onto the dirty floor, revealing white panties soiled brown. Then, when her bowels emptied, her bladder did too, peeing through her hands as she tried to grab her crotch to hold.
Nisha bauled, full of tears. Furious, Amma slapped her across the face, causing Nisha to flee upstairs to the bathroom to wash, crying. She had never felt so humiliated in her life, pooping herself in front of 20 guests. She was already prepared to clean her mess after cleaning herself, but her mother slammed on the door for her to hurry up and do so.
By the time she'd finished, the guests had left early for the evening, most certainly her fault. Except it wasn't her fault for being sick when she could have been allowed to stay in bed. She left the bathroom to find some clothes when she was greeted by furious parents just opposite the door. "Go clean up NOW!" they ordered, as Nisha stood before them shivering, not wearing anything yet. She got dressed in her nightshorts and teeshirt, filled up a mop and bucket, and proceeded to clean the dining room floor. She had the floor, and every dish to clean, a several hour task ahead of her to do as punishment. |
Rest Stop
with Parkha Naeem
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"Exit 40 in 15 miles" read big green sign as the car zoomed past. The back of the car was stuffed with luggage of all sorts, and in the front passenger seat sat Parkha, and her mother driving. They had been on the road for a few hours in Alaska to meet a work friend in the mountains, and it was about time to pull over at a gas station to refuel and use the toilet.
"We really burned through that case of water, didn't we," chuckled Mom, holding one hand between her legs. "You need to use a toilet too, sweety?"
Parkha nodded, smiling, and blushing slightly. She felt a little awkward showing desperation in front of her parent, and witnessing desperation from the same. She had been fidgeting in her seat for about half an hour, so she was grateful for a break.
The car pulled up to the gas station parking lot. "Do you have to go really bad, or can I go first quickly?" asked Mom, shaking her legs while grabbing the empty water bottles to throw away.
Parkha politely allowed Mom to go first, who looked more desperate, and started to peruse the station for snacks and candy for the road. Sour gummy worms were a necessity. She grabbed some packs just in time for Mom to return fully relieved.
"I'll hold onto these worms, you can use the bathroom," said Mom.
"Is it clean?" Parkha asked. Parkha was pretty squeemish about public toilets, afraid to go anywhere near a dirty toilet or even stand on sticky floors.
Mom waggled her hand in response, "Eh. You'll be fine, you just need to just get used to it here." Parkha did not like that answer, but she needed to pee so she just needed to suck it up for a minute. She entered the bathroom to see a single toilet and sink, with dirty paper towels on the ground next to an overfilled trash can. She covered her nose with her headscarf, and prepared to drop her pants when she looked behind the toilet.
Out crept an giant eight-legged horror, bouncing on its invisible web. A spider as big as a teacup was wandering around the base of the toilet. "EEEEK!" Parkha squeeled, jumping back. The spider crawled onto the seat of the toilet and stayed. Parkha just stood shaking, unsure what to do. She rebuttoned her pants, thought hard about whether she really needed to pee, and left. There was no way she was peeing around a giant spider.
Parkha returned to the car, pretending to look relieved when she really wasn't. If she admitted she didn't pee because of a spider, Mom would insist she toughen up and either kill or ignore the spider. "Feeling good, sweety?" asked Mom, "because I feel great!"
Parkha replied, "Yeah Mom...I'm good." Mom cracked open the gummy worms, and stuffed the bag between the seats to be shared while cranking up some tunes. The GPS said about 200 miles remained, and they were headed deep into Alaska.
Not even five minutes later did Parkha start to look anxiously for exit signs. She bit her lip, and subtly fidgeted while keeping her hands between her legs to press into her crotch without making it obvious. She really needed to pee, but she didn't want to ask so soon after her previous chance. She decided she needed to wait at least an hour so she could just pretend she needed to go again.
An agonizing hour passed, and Parkha began to notice not a single green exit sign was passed. Mother said, "It's a good thing we gassed up and used those toilets when we did, I don't think there's anything out here."
Parkha slightly whimpered, crossing her legs. "Um, Mom? I kinda need to pee...uh-again."
"But we just went an hour ago," Mom replied.
Parkha replied, "Yeah, but I just need to go again."
"Well I don't think anything will crop up," said Mom. "It's only a couple more hours to go, can you hold it?"
Parkha hesistated, switching her legs and pressing harder onto her crotch. "....no..."
"We could pull onto the shoulder," Mom suggested.
Not keen on pulling her pants down outside, Parkha refused, "Nevermind, I'll hold it."
"But it would be easy. I won't look," Mom replied.
"But someone else will see me," Parkha protested. "I can hold it."
The road seemed endless. As the miles passed she was holding as hard as possible. She had even leaked a little in her panties. Mom reached one arm behind her seat to grab a big bottle of water she promptly emptied out the window. The sound and sight of it made Parkha cringe, holding tighter.
"Go in this," said Mom, handing her the empty bottle. Parkha shook her head, adamant against peeing in a bottle. After all, what if they hit a bump and she dropped the bottle? Or what if the car filled with the scent of pee, her own pee? Or what of Mom caught a glimpse of her panties and immodesty? Mom added in a more parental voice, "Sweety you can't be so picky about toilets. Sometimes you have to go outside or in a cup."
"But Mom," Parkha replied, "I just get to queezy or shy. I couldn't go last time because there was a huge spider!"
"Honey, you're twisting like a pretzel in that seat," said Mom. Parkha almost had her legs in a double twist, with hands stuck between them. "I'm pulling over, go pee in the woods. Nobody else will see."
Parkha was at her limit so she had no choice. The car pulled onto the shoulder, and Parkha got out to go 50 metres deep into the woods where nobody would see her. She looked around anxiously, making sure nobody was creeping, and she undid her pants. Just as her stream came out however, a growl came from deeper in the trees, her direction. A long nose appeared oit of the darkness. A bear.
She closed her stream, stinging a little, pulled her pants up, and ran back to the car as fast as she could. "Mom!" she cried, "there's a b-b-bear!" Each step leaked a little pee. Mom made sure the door was open, and collected Parkha back to the passenger seat.
"Are you ok?!" cried Mom, stepping on the gas. Parkha covered her face with her hands as her pants began to form a rapidly growing wet spot. She cried. "That's ok, sweety, we can clean the car later. Reach for a towel in the back," said Mom. Parkha covered her seat, and sat in her soaked bottoms, mortified for the rest of the trip. |
Freezer Trouble
with Parkha Naeem
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"Come again soon!" Parkha bid farewell to the last customer of the day. It was 9 PM, and the sound of the door chiming closed was music to her ears as she approached to turn the greeting sign to Closed. She had found a part-time job at a local ice cream parlour, with surprisingly little difficulty after she was fired from her last job at the cinema. The job was decent, better than at the cinema, but she was alone for the shift, and was expected to close up for the night before she could go home.
Parkha brought out the cloths, mop, bucket, and other supplies to scrub down the workplace before heading out. She also pulled out some earpods from her backpack, and slipped them under her headscarf into her ears to enjoy some tunes to clean to. In no time the counter was completely wiped down, and most of the floors were quickly mopped. On a table sat a small bowl of strawberry and mint chocalate chip ice-cream she had scooped up for herself to enjoy after work, as management had allowed workers to do so. All she had left to do was to clean the freezer surfaces and she could head home.
The freezer was a winter wonderland of tastey treats. Every flavour of ice-cream imaginable was behind glass doors that were frosted over, and icicles hung from under shelves. She drew her wash cloth, and began wiping down the shelves first before she would mop the floor. After a few wipes however, her cloth had lost all its soap, forcing Parkha to turn back towards the kitchen to rewet it. But then she was caught by surprise when she grabbed the latch of the freezer door.
It was stuck!
"C'mon", grunted Parkha, trying to apply what little muscle she had to opening the door to no avail. It was closed tight, completely locked. "Crap, I'm stuck in the freezer!" she panicked shortly. Parlha pulled out her phone, and tried to call her boss. No tone came through, and she looked and noticed that she had no service inside the freezer. She tried to call again, but no lucked. Then she began to pound on the door, calling out, "Help! Is there anyone out there!? I'm stuck in here!" Obviously, nobody was outside to hear her.
Parkha turned away from the door, and slid down along the door to the ground to sit, accepting that she wasn't getting out until someone turned up. Luckily, the freezer itself wasn't really a freezer, it was more like an insulated vault containing multiple smaller freezers. The main chamber was thankfully just warm enough to not be dangerous, but still uncomfortably cold. She hugged herself, brought her knees to her chest, and shivered, waiting for something to happen.
With no service she got bored pretty quickly. All she could do was listen to her downloaded playlist of songs, and draw tic-tac-to games and memes on the wall with her finger. She was still uncomfortably chilly however, wearing nothing but a light long-sleeve shirt and thin tight khakis as part of her summer uniform with her silk headscarf, nothing substantial for warmth. It had only been about an hour, and even though she had resigned herself to waiting until morning, she still couldn't help but ask to herself what was taking the management so long to open the freezer.
After some time waiting bored in the cold, she began to feel an unusually warm sensation in her abdomen, which caused her to instinctively pull her legs together and tighten her thighs. It took Parkha a moment for her to realize that she was beginning to need to use the toilet, and the cold had distracted her until now. "Oh no, not now," she thought to herself, with nothing she could do besides hold.
And hold she did. Time passed slowly as Parkha sat on the freezer floor with her hands between her legs holding her crotch, her thighs tight around her hands, and her whole body closed in to stay warm. She rubbed her knees together, and her feet played with eachother, trying to distract herself from her bladder, and all while shivering to the cold. But with nothing to do, all she could do was think about her toilet at home, how she would take off all her clothes while dancing to pee before plopping down onto the seat to relieve herself, and then immediately taking a hot shower afterwards. She longed for massage of high-pressure hot water on her back, flowing down and around her arms.
Then Parkha began to think new thoughts. She remembered how embarrassed she was when she peed herself at the concessions stand, and now she was worried that her manager would open the freezer to see a big dark spot on the front of her pants. Or worse, she thought, if the manager caught her in the middle of peeing herself. Parkha had to hold it until she got out, then she could use the building toilet.
But the feeling of the cold brought to her new thought. The thought of warm pee surrounding her legs, warming her up for just a little bit before becoming cold again. She was feeling tempted to just let go and feel warm. She began to loosen her hold unconsciously, feeling warmth move slowly down from her abdomen closer to her crotch. In an instant, Parkha realized what she was doing and tightened her hold back, grasping and rubbing her crotch harder and tightening her legs. She was thankful nobody else was around to see her, but she was starting to battle her own instincts. Her body wanted to feel warm, but her mind wanted to avoid embarrassment. Not to mention she'd only feel warm for a second before her pee froze up and made her more cold than she currently was.
Parkha's boredom was replaced with an internal game of tug-of-war, or in this case "push"-of-war. Her knees began to rub fast, her feet patting the ground, her hands pushing hard into her crotch to hold. Her lips pursed and her eyes squeezed shut as she fought her desperation, but her body wanted warmth, trying to push her pee out. A drop squeezed into her panties, warming her crotch for just a second before quickly turning into a biting cold spot. She groaned, holding harder. Then another drop leaked through, bringing warmth and leaving with a cold bite. Then a spritz came through before she was able to control her bladder again with one hard squeeze.
By now her panties were at least entirely damp around the crotch. As Parkha held tighter she fell over to her side, now on the ground int he fetal position. She whimpered with a barrage of mixed feelings hitting her. The satisfying warmth and pleasure of just releasing herself in her pants, combatting the blushing embarassment of peeing herself in public. If she peed herself in the freezer, a wet spot would never dry out before being seen by someone.
"Maybe I could just pee, right over there," Parkha thought to herself, looking at the corner of the room farthest from any merchandise. It would be as easy as her unbuttoning and dropping her pants, pulling down her panties, and relieving herself on the floor. Nobody would notice, but she hesitated over the possibility of someone just showing up walking in on her, even a small one. She also wasn't sure if she wouldn't leave any trace of her relief afterwards to freeze up and be seen by the manager. She continued to hold and wait.
Parkha felt a vibration next to her thigh. Her phone was ringing! She carefully pulled it out of her pocket, trying to maintain pressure on her crotch, and saw that one bar managed to sneak onto her service, and her manager was calling. She answered.
"Hey, Parkha!" the manager called, "Just calling to check in! I didn't get a text from you about closing up, and I've been trying to call several times! There's no way you kids are asleep by now, so are you alright? At home?"
Parkha tried to contain her excitement and pee. "Help! I'm stuck in the freezer!" she cried, stuttering with a shiver.
"Oh no! I'll come over right away!", the manager replied.
"Could you come fast!?" shivered Parkha, "I really need to go! Bad!"
"I'll be there shortly," the manager responded, with concern in her voice, before hanging up.
Parkha put her phone back in her pocket and began to moan as she tried to hold with all her strength. She could feel more and more pee leaking through, forming a tiny wet spot on her pants. Her knees shuddered, and her legs shook rapidly in desperation.
After 15 minutes of agonizing desperation, she could hear the store door open, and the freezer door unlock. The manager opened the door quickly and saw Parkha huddled on the ground, grimacing as she held her crotch. "I'm so sorry! The door lock must have broken!" cried the manager, hovering her hands around Parkha but unsure how she could actually help her. If Parkha moved at all, she would burst. "D-do you need me to carry you to the bathroom?"
Parkha blushed bright red, "No-no-no, I'm fine! It's not bad, I just need to get up." She knew she wasn't fooling anyway, and she tried to roll back over to stand on her feet. The manager held arm out to provide support, and Parkha tried to pull herself back up without leaking. As she stood up, a surge of pee shot out into her panties before she quickly pinched herself shut and grabbed her crotch again. A visible spot grew on the crotch of her pants that the manager noticed, and Parkha began to cry as she danced to desperately hold the rest of her pee. She took slow steps towards the bathroom but her bladder was too full to move her legs. Her legs crossed like a pretzel, and she felt like she was losing balance.
Parkha made it out of the freezer before she lost all control, as a waterfall came down her pants onto the floor. She let go of her crotch, and watch mortified as a yellow pool grew under her feet. She then sheepishly untucked her shirt, and pulled the front down over her crotch to try and hide her wet pants. Tears began to run down her face.
The manager was equally horrified. "I'm SOOO sorry," she cried, giving Parkha a hug to warm her up. "Don't worry about the mess here, I'll clean up, and you take tomorrow off, ok?"
Parkha nodded and softly replied, "Thanks", and she grabbed her things and head out the door to her car. She drove out of the parking lot, thinking about the warm shower she could take now. |
Disclaimed: Even though this thread is marked "female", this is a male omo, and is a joke omo, deliberately written to be stupid. It's based on a hilarious dream I had and I had to write about it. There's a politics disclaimer only because of the character.
The Self Own
with Ben Shapiro
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Beep, beep, beep!
The sharp siren off an alarm clock interrupted the peaceful chirps and warm California breeze of yet another Monday morning in America. In the bed next to the clock stirred a jumbled mess of limbs crawling from under the covers to try and silence this ear splitting noise with a swift pound on the top of the alarm clock, returning the mass to a blissful slumber of happy dreams of a bygone age. From outside the bedroom however bustled the sounds of pots and pans, faucets, jangling keys, all the sounds of a busy women off to work but impatient to wait for his husband to see her off.
"Hey Benji!" she yelled, "Get your ass downstairs and eat your damn toast! You have a campus meeting at 10 today!"
With that the mass erupted from the sheets, forming itself into into the form of a very groggy Ben Shapiro. As painful as Monday mornings were, this campus meeting was of dire importance for the fate of the United States, and sitting on his bed in nothing but his Aquaman boxers briefs, he spurred up to get ready. A quick brush and a shave, business casual attire, and he was off downstairs to meet his doctor wife, who was a doctor. She had already left, but on the counter sat a plate with a burnt slice of toast, an overfilled cup of orange juice, and a bowl sitting next to an open box of his favorite Frosted Flakes. He snaffled down his food grabbed his keys, and ran to the car with only 20 minutes left to spare, zipping up his fly that he had forgotten.
A short drive and he was already at the local college campus. Surrounding him were the chaotic hustle and bustle of a thousand figure painters, hip hop artists, and café baristas, all shifting to their assigned courses of Munich studies and poetry analysis. These were America's future, Ben thought in fear, looking back behind him to assure that he had everything for this upcoming duel of fates: a copy of Ayn Rand, a flow chart of property values in Beverly Hills, and a dirty napkin with the autograph of Ronald Reagan himself. Normally, Ben was not afraid of battling the academic intelligencia, but today just seemed off, like he wasn't in his game. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath, grabbed his things, and stepped out of the car to walk to the debate hall.
It was about half way through the parking lot that Ben realized why he was so anxious that day. In his rush to get ready for work, he had forgotten to use the toilet. He looked at his watch, seeing he had only three minutes before the debate, he resigned to waiting until after the debate to visit the bathroom. Though his debates were usually lenient enough to allow for great delays, that leniency was reserved for the opposition, whom he felt was fair to offer time for their inevitable Argentine tradition of fashionable tardiness. Such a shameful leniency was not acceptable for a proud American, and he couldn't afford to spend the last few minutes behind a urinal when he needed to do a last minute brush up on his facts.
Ben entered an eerily quiet lecture hall. This wasn't abnormal because no class was scheduled for that room on Mondays, but the silence just seemed more noticeable. He set up his debate tools on the table, spilling from his bag a jumbled pile of statistics and graphs of various economic topics he could get from his colleagues. After tidying the mess, and organizing everything into a neat display, he walked to the podium, and awaited the opposition. After a few minutes the doors erupted, spewing forth a battalion of 20-year-olds he was set to vanquish. As the crowd entered they all silenced for a moment and stopped in their tracks, looking down at the podium, as if they had forgotten a debate was to take place, or even did not know at all. Murmurs flooded the crowd as students took their seats, but nobody came up to represent the student body. Ben tapped on his microphone and announced, "At this time we will begin our free press debate on topics of American economics and society, I urge you that you show respect to the debating team in honor of our First Amendment, and present forth your representative for this intellectual exchange."
In the back stood a lanky pale young lady, dyed in blue hair with a red streak, and a rockstar's garbs. "I'll debate you!" she yelled from across the room, making her way down to the stage. Ben straightened his back and prepared his wonderful voice when was suddenly dumbfounded as the lady produced a rather large laptop bag full of documents. She spilled the contents of the bag onto the table, and the contents almost magically maintained a form of organized cohesion without her interference. Data charts, historical records, peer reviews, an arsenal Ben was not used to facing. Ben tugged at the neck of his tie and gulped, and felt a pressure quickly build up in his abdomen. He tightened his thighs together, brought his elbows closer to his body, and cleared his throat to begin the debate.
"Our first topic will be on the climate change hoax and property values", announced Ben on the microphone. He could see immediately the opposing lady snicker under her breath. Ben began in his characteristically high voice, "So, let's just say, hypothetically, that we create a hypothetical hypothesis that the theory of climate change is true, and hypothetically the sea levels were to rise due to carbon emissions, purely hypothetical by the way, wouldn't people on the coast just, I dunno, sell their property and move inland?" The lady was silent, and she looked in disbelief towards the crowd. However it wasn't a reassuring look of fear in the eyes of the enemy. Instead, Ben saw a more patronizing tone to her expression. She seemed in disbelief that Ben might be dumber than she had initially expected. Ben began to sweat, anxious about what retort the lady had to counter him with.
The lady took almost a good minute, looking back and forth between Ben and the audience, still trying to process if this were really even a debate, or an April fools prank. Then she uttered in continued disbelief, "Um, Ben, to whom do you think people will sell their flooded property to? Fucking Aquaman? Who, Ben?" And immediately after that slight the overhead screen began to descend behind the contestants, already illuminated with a wall-sized chart about the rise of carbon emissions since the start of the industrial revolution. Ben was in crisis, and now he became more concerned about survival than owning this lady at the podium. Suddenly in the stress his abdomen shot a trending urge from his bladder through his john, causing it to erect, and forcing Ben to squeeze his thighs tighter and start grabbing with one hand. He pressed on his john towards his crotch, punching the stream right before the tip, saving him from the initial dampness that would not last long. Despite this, his briefs started dampening from sweat. Ben was met with a dilemma. He, hypothetically, could just go to the toilet right then and there. The restroom was merely a 30 second walk away, and never crowded, but this would mean he would have to forfeit his debate, an unacceptable proposition.
Ben gulped and started squirming harder when he began his retort. "Um, uh, well, you see, let's just say, hypothetically, that Aquaman exists, and he has a bank account. Since he's a superhero, he would have incredibly high credit, and he could buy off all the waterfront property and sell it to the undersea animals." The room was silent. Ben was able to muster enough strength to subdue his squirming and let go of his crotch so that the silence wouldn't bring attention to his predicament. The lady stared smugly at Ben, seemingly with a retort ready to go. "Ben, how much money do you think dolphins have? Sharks? Octopods?" asked the blue haired student, "Marine animals don't have money, Ben."
The room bellowed in ooohs, recognizing the blow the lady's retort was to Ben. A surge of pee shot through Ben's john, breaking through to his briefs. He spurted once, and twice, squirming desperately and holding as hard as possible with his hands to stop it. But he couldn't stop now, not without victory. He was starting to bounce in place, on one leg and then the other, twisting his legs around to try and catch and squeeze his john between them. By now, tiny spots of pee were visible on his trousers, seeping through from his wet briefs. Ben began his final stand, "Obviously all of this was hypothetical. Like yes, duh, marine animals don't have money and Aquaman won't buy seafront property, but the entire idea of industry-induced global warming is completely hypothetical, and hypothetically if climate change wasn't hypothetical, then just other members of the Avengers would help deal with the economic crisis."
The lady suddenly grew bigger, bolder, like a tiger sizing itself up to its prey. "Ben," she said ominously, "the Avengers are from Marvel. Aquaman is a DC superhero." It was over. Ben was trembling as he slumped down, grabbing his crotch with both hands and grinding his palms on his john to attempt the stem the spurts of pee that now completely soaked his briefs. His legs were double knotted, and he was sweating as he saw the crowd cheer at this lady. His mission to own, was lost. Ben moved his face closer to the microphone, and uttered, "so...let's just say, hypothetically, I really had to go potty, purely hypothetical, and I had already kinda gone a little bit in my briefs but I still had way more coming, would you, just for arguments sake, let me win this time so that I can run to the potty and go pee pee while still owning you?"
The lady dismissively stepped off the podium and headed back to her seat to get ready for class, not even paying Ben so much as a glance, "hell no, go take a piss". But Ben had reached his limit. Like a hose, his bladder erupted, a jet of pee enclosed in briefs and trousers trying to find its way out through the fabric. Streams flowed down his trousers, leaving branch-shaped marks. Ben tried to grab with both his hands, but it was too late. The crowd began to laugh, as phones were whipped out of pockets and camera flashes went off. Ben opened his Ayn Rand book to hide his face as he stepped off the podium to run back to his car, crying, "this accident was purely hypothetical, please don't laugh at me! My wife's a doctor!"
Ben rushed to his car, and caught his breath back from his humiliation. He opened his phone, and found his social media page exploding harder than his bladder did, with titles like "Ben Shapiro OWNS his Trousers with Piss", and "Toilet OWNS Ben ShaPEEro". Looking for comfort, the only person he could turn to now was the immortalized name of his hero, Ronald Reagan, on the dirty napkin, as he dabbed down his tears while starting the engine to return home after a hard 30 minute day of work.
Edited December 26, 2020 by Peafowl
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Hello! I actually don't have a whole lot to say about this except I hope you appreciate the pun(?) in the title. It was either that or Omo-zing Spider-Man. I think Pee-tacular is just a bit more fun. I really hope you enjoy this because I had a lot of fun making it!
Buildings race past me; the wind whips against the fabric of my suit and cuts through to the skin beneath. The scent of the dozens of different restaurants, grimy streets, the exhausts of cars gridlocked in traffic, and every other New York odor mingle in the air, and from this height, it almost smells pleasant. Not that I could enjoy it. Well, not completely. It is a little difficult to completely squander the thrill of hurtling through the skyline from twenty stories up. A different sort of adrenaline had my attention now.
“Oh, man, I am so late!” I call out to no one in particular. “I can’t believe I’m going to be late on the first day! What happened to this semester being different?” My mind races almost as fast as my body swings through the air. I should NOT have stayed out on patrol so late last night. I completely forgot to set an alarm this morning. Classic Parker luck. Well, on the bright side, nothing quite beats the Spider-express, except maybe whatever Captain Marvel calls her morning commute.
Oh right. I guess I should probably introduce myself, right? My name is Peter Parker, and for the past eighteen years, my life has been a montage of getting shoved into lockers, picked on, and uh… well, let’s just say even before I started wearing the red and blue onesie I carried around an extra change of clothes.
The bottom line is I wasn’t exactly living the life. Then everything changed over the summer when I got bit by a radioactive spider—and I know what you are thinking, but it’s not because I got super radiation poisoned… venomed? I mean, I did get bit so—never mind!
My life changed because I got superpowers! Kind of unbelievable, right? Now I’d love to be able to tell you that I immediately used my newfound abilities to be a hero, but it took losing someone very important to me to learn that with great power must also come great responsibility. Now to honor my Uncle Ben I step up and fight crime as Spider-Man!
There’s been a bit of a learning curve, but I feel like I’m really starting to get the swing of being a hero. I’m waiting on that Avengers invitation to arrive any day now. Right now, though? I’m just trying to step it up and make it to school on time. It’s the first day of senior year, and I am determined to turn things around the year. If I can be spectacular as Spider-Man, then why can’t I be amazing as Peter Parker?
I mean, it’s not like the muscles the spider gave me are going to hurt my reputation, and the proportionate strength of a spider seems to have completely fixed my other, uh, issue. Yeah, this year is going to be SPECTACULAR!
“Hello, Midtown High!” I swing lower and somehow manage to evade anyone seeing me slip in through a bathroom window. Not much time to change. Better just slip in on over the suit and hope Flash doesn’t try to give me a wedgie for old time’s sake. I slip into a stall, thankful that no one was around to see Spider-man sneak into a bathroom. The last thing I need is J. Jonah Jameson spreading that Spider-man is some pervert peeking tom.
I kick off my boots, and remove my mask and gloves and tuck them away at the bottom of my backpack. Pulling on my jeans is a bit clumsier in the small space, but the ability to stick to walls comes in handy while I tug them up to my waist. The button-up is a lot easier to put on for obvious reasons, and before long, I go from what some would call a “red and blue eyesore that is offensive to the law it pretends to protect as it is to the eyes” (Thanks for that Jameson) and become just a mild-mannered high school student. Correction, a brilliant and newly super attractive high school student.
Of course, it’s only after I’m completely dressed that I realize I haven’t used the bathroom this morning. Hold on. I haven’t taken a shower either. I sniff at my armpits awkwardly. Oh, thank god the suit masks my scent. I check my hair in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. It’s messy, of course. But honestly? I think it looks a bit better this way. New year, new me. I think to myself as I leave the bathroom.
It’s amazing how immediate the reaction to my glow up is. I can feel their eyes on me as they follow me in disbelief. It’s not long before I hear them whisper. “Wait, is that Peter?” “What happened to him?” “Did he seriously get hot?” I can’t even try to hide the smile that forms on my face. It bears repeating: this year is going to be-
“Well, if it isn’t Pee Pants Parker.” I know that voice.
The smile melts off my face as I turn to face the golden-haired king of the school, my one-time friend, longer time bully, Flash Thompson. Didn’t he use to tower over me? And I swear his arms used to be the size of tree trunks. This is the guy who tormented me? We might be on the same level vertically now, but I can tell that Flash still didn’t see me as anything other than the same pants-wetting nerd he had been shoving into lockers only a few months ago.
“Looks like Puny Parker hired a personal trainer.” He sneers. “Hope you got potty trainer too.” He tries to push me. I don’t move.
His sneer turns to a grimace. “Well, listen here, you might not be the same scrawny kid you were last year, but you will always be a pants-wetting weirdo.”
“Knock it off, Flash.” A lean, dark-haired boy in very expensive clothes calls out. Harry Osborn, my own personal white knight. Ever since his dad hired me to tutor him freshman year, he’s always stuck up for me. Even if I didn’t need him to anymore, I couldn’t help but grin. “Get to class. We’re going to be late.” He ushers the jock away from me, flashing a smile at me as he does so.
Flash was wrong. I’m not a “pants-wetting weirdo” anymore. Even if I do kind of have to pee. I’m Spider-Man now, and if I can clean up the streets of Manhattan, then how hard can it be to fix my reputation as a high school student? I mean, that confrontation went OK, right? I stood up the Flash mostly. Yeah, this is going to be easy.
By the time fifth period rolls around, I begin to wonder how well the proportionate strength of a spider really applies to holding back a sea of urine. Do arachnids even bother holding back waste?
Do spiders pee? All good questions. Perhaps not the best time to ask them. Even thinking about anything tangentially related to using the bathroom is killing me. I’m trying not to bounce in my seat while our history teacher drones on about what we will be learning this year.
I promise I am usually a better student but—gah! I can’t take it anymore.
“Mr. Maxwell.” I try to raise my arm nonchalantly.
“Mr. Parker, what can I do for you.” He breaks from his speech cooly.
“May I use the restroom?” I know he’s not an English teacher, but I am not risking getting caught up in the “can I” versus “may I” debate.
“You better let him.” Someone jeers from the back of the class. “Never know when Peter might make another puddle.”
My ears and cheeks burn at the laughs that accompany him. This year will be different. I try to tell myself. It will be.
“That’s quite enough of that.” Mr. Maxwell snaps. “Yes, Parker, you may use the restroom.” He gestures towards the door kindly.
“Thank you.” I mutter. I dart out of the room. Maybe a bit too quickly. Man! I’m really not making my case here, am I?
No. It’s fine. Just use the restroom. Everyone pees. It’s not a big deal. I take a deep breath to calm myself, but it just seems to agitate my bladder. “Stupid,” I mumble to myself as I stagger to the nearest bathroom. At least no one else is in the hall to see my potty dance.
I burst through the bathroom door, dash towards a urinal, unzip my jeans, and—no! My spider-sense blares! I have my stupid suit on! It takes all of my spider strength to keep from unleashing my bladder into my suit. My knees bend to brace myself; I curl over at my waist and tremble, fighting back the flood from escaping. A moment passes, and I manage to collect myself enough to stumble into a stall. Before I can even begin trying to take my suit off, my spider-sense rings again. A couple of seconds later and two boys enter the bathroom.
There’s no way I can take off my suit without risking them seeing it. Would it kill schools to build stalls without big gaps under the door and between the walls? Who even thinks that’s a good idea? I sit on the toilet and rest my head in my hands. My luck would be hilarious if it didn’t feel so miserable.
I tug down my jeans just enough to create the illusion I’m actually using the bathroom without showing my suit. Literally, being on the toilet is hell! Pulling down my pants just adds salt to the wound. I hunch over and bite my tongue to keep from groaning. My fingers are stabbing into my thighs like daggers. My toes press into the floor hard enough I worry that I might break the cheap ceramic tiles. I feel like I have an ocean inside of me. A stormy, stormy ocean with lots of crashing waves and—stop thinking about water!
It takes until I collect myself a bit to realize the boys aren’t even using the bathroom. They are just hanging out at the sink and talking. Did I tell you my luck sucks? Alright, I can take a hint, universe. I pull out toilet paper, feign wiping, performatively flush the toilet and leave the stall. The boys don’t even break conversation while I wash my hands to keep up appearances.
This is a terrible idea. I grimace as the hot water splashing off my hands, taunts my bursting bladder. My knuckles are white. I quickly scrub my hands clean and leave the bathroom. My gait isn’t exactly what you would call natural, but it’s maybe passable.
This is going to be a long day.
Sixth period goes by, and I mostly manage to regain my composure. The desperation ebbs and flows. It hits me like waves—Stop using water terms, Peter! I’ve all but given up using the bathroom. I can’t rely on it being safe, and if I go near another toilet, I don’t think I will be able to recover again. I just need to make it through the day. I bounce my legs underneath my desk like I’m trying to get a high score on Dance Dance Revolution. I hope no one notices.
Seventh period, physics, rolls around, and I am assigned at the same table as Liz Allen. Liz Allen! On any other day, I’d be ecstatic to be seated with the girl I’ve had a crush on since freshman year. Not when I’m bursting to pee, though! I sit silently next to her. My face staying completely focused on the front of the room. I feel all my muscles coil up tightly to keep myself still. My fists, which are clenched tight enough to crush coal into diamonds, sit on my lap. Am I sweating? I feel like I’m sweating.
I must look like the most attentive student in the class. Too bad I don’t hear a single thing our teacher says. I’m too busy repeating my new mantra in my head on constant repeat. Come on, Spidey. You can do this, Spidey. Don’t wet yourself, Spidey. Come on, Spidey. You can do this, Spidey. Don’t Wet yourself, Spidey. I’ve fought muggers, carjackers, and gang members, but fighting off the urge to pee myself? Now that’s an actual challenge.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
I made it! I’m free! I can leave! I wasted no time in picking up my books and shoving them in my backpack. I was more than ready to race out of the classroom when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I stopped short.
“Peter?
Can we talk?” Liz Allen’s voice is as silky smooth as her dark hair probably was. Is that how you describe a voice? Is this weird? I turn to face her. Her dark chocolate eyes, her caramel skin, her ruby lips, her—OK Yeah, this is weird. Stop being weird, Peter. Just be normal. Talk to her.
“Talk? With me, you wanna talk? Um, I mean sure. What do you wanna talk about?” Nailed it.
“I asked Ms. Lydia to sit me next to you.”
“You uh, you did? Why?” That sounded kind of rude. Oh great, and now my legs are bouncing. I hope she doesn’t think I’m being impatient. Or maybe I do? At the very least, I don’t want her to think I’m dying to pee. Which I am. Like a lot.
“Yeah, I need to get my grades up to get into Empire State’s business school, and I was hoping you could maybe help.”
I chuckled despite myself. Really despite myself. I shuffled my feet awkwardly to contain the burst of pee that tried to take the opportunity to escape.
“Don’t laugh.” She frowns. “I know it’s not as ambitious as curing cancer or whatever you are going to do, but it’s important to me. I want to be able to change how pharmaceuticals operate—”
“No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just; you don’t exactly need to be a physics genius to get into business school.” I tried to recover from my mistake.
“I’m not asking you to turn me into a physics genius. I’m asking you to help me do well in it. This is an AP course, and the weight will bring up my GPA and help me stand out on college applications.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a jerk. I’m just surprised you’re asking me for help. I didn’t even think you knew I existed.”
“Of course, I knew you existed.” She laughs. Right. Of course. Because I am Pee Pants Parker. “You’re the smartest kid in school. Maybe the whole city. You’d be perfect as my tutor.”
Wow. “Wow.” I don’t know what to say. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You could say yes.” She smiles and makes a playful shrug.
“Um, yeah, I can help you out if you really need it.”
“I really do! Ms. Lydia said our first assignment would be Friday, so maybe Friday night you can come over to my house, and we can get started then?”
“Friday?” Liz Allen wants to spend a Friday night with me? “Yeah, I think I can do that.”
“Perfect! It’s a date.” She twirls around on one foot and leaves me in her wake.
“Did she say date?” I ask aloud.
I wasn’t given much time to process what had just transpired before I feel a sudden rush of gushing warmth fill my boxers. Oh god! Go! Go! Go! I move in something between hopping, dancing, and running through the halls. I push my way through the sea of students who were no doubt amused to see yet another classic patented Parker Potty dance. Finally, I made my way to the roof of the school.
No time to get changed. My shirt’s red, my jeans are blue. Close enough. I unzip my backpack and reach for my mask. My legs shook. I struggle to shift through the books, loose papers, boots, and gloves before finally unearthing my mask. I gasp.
A hot spurt of pee escapes! I feel it trail down my leg. It doesn’t show through my jeans. I wonder if it showed through my suit? I pull the mask on haphazardly and begin my perilous race through the city.
If you ever find yourself bit by a radioactive spider, let me warn you; web-swinging on a full bladder is so, so, so not advisable. I think I can actually hear all the liquid sloshing around inside of me. It can’t just be in my bladder anymore. It’s all inside of me. I’m more urine than man or spider anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever been this desperate before. The proportionate strength of a spider just seems to mean that needing to pee is just more unbearable.
I’ll admit it. I think I have a certain style, a certain grace about me when I swing from webs. I don’t think I have any of that style or grace right now. I’m clumsy. Sluggish, during a time that I really can’t afford to be sluggish. My precise movements are now slow, late, missed. I have to compensate for every mistake, and it just feels like a cascade of failures. No. Not a cascade. Something dry. A dry, not at all wet, something of failures. Oh no. It’s a little wet.
I grasp at my penis, trying to stop the rush of golden liquid as it spills out of me. The hot pee explodes out of me anyway. It feels like waves of pee crash into me, splatter around my body as my swing throws it everywhere. I feel it gush across my butt and thigh. It creeps up my abdomen and rolls along my hips. It sprays off of me, and golden drops and stream cascade from behind me.
I reach the apex of my swing, and with one hand still groping myself, I begin to swing backward, fast enough to catch some of the droplets on my back and feel the stream continue forward, across my legs, and then up to my torso as I begin to swing upwards and backward. And then forward again. Before long, I’m just dangling in place, the last bit of pee trickling down my legs and towards the city below.
The shock wears off, and I remove my hand from my groin. My palm is saturated with my own pee, and so is most of the sleeve. My jeans and shirt are almost completely soaked across every inch of fabric. I can feel small pools slosh around in my shoes. I look down and watch a few drops fall from my clothes to the street below.
I am SO sorry to anyone below me.
I take a moment to process that I just briefly moonlit as a rain cloud. “Well, that just happened.” I take off for home. More than ready to get out of my wet clothes. It doesn’t take long before the warmth wears off, and all I’m left with is cold, wet fabric clinging to my skin. The wind whipping against me doesn’t feel as good as it did this morning. But hey, at least no one at school knows. AND I have a date with Liz! This day has its ups and downs, I suppose. And this year will still be spectacular.
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A/N: May and Lisia (who are in poly relationship with Steven) and a Jasmine cameo
Contests are fun, but they sure can drag on and on. May has figured that out since she got more seriously into them. Lisia is a natural, but even she says that the length of time can sometimes be burdensome, even after all the time she has spent as a coordinator. Ever since getting closer to her, May has spent more time doing contests than anything else, and the two of them have recently gone public about their relationship- and the fact that it is not just the two of them.
The news has spread rapidly, that not only has the contest idol been tied down, but the rich champion as well, and by the same person- and also, by each other. May, Lisia, and Steven Stone have all been dating one another, with the latter having gotten to know both of them in different ways. With May, he had taken an interest in her journey, and with Lisia, he had been a family friend for a while. Wallace is quick to go public about his feelings on the relationship, saying that he wishes his niece and his best friend all the happiness in the world, alongside their girlfriend.
With all three of them getting to know each other in different ways, it is almost like a crazy coincidence that they all began developing feelings for one another, but once all three came together, it became obvious where things were going, and it was not long before they decided to enter this polyamorous relationship, which has been the talk of the region. Tonight is the first contest that either girl has participated in since the news broke, so there is a particularly big crowd here, and plenty of reporters, wanting to interview them once the contest is over.
So that really makes it a big pain that it lasts so long. May is no stranger to feeling the call of nature during a contest, particularly as the end starts to draw near, but she usually manages to keep things under control until it is time to leave, when she can then dash to the bathroom and take care of things. Lisia admits that she has had the same struggle plenty of times in the past, that it is something she gets used to, even if it does not necessarily get any easier.
Tonight is probably going to be on the rough side though, considering the fact that they can’t go straight to the bathroom after the fact, because the press will be ready to meet with them. May already feels like she has to pee, so she can only imagine the state that she is going to be in by the time that interview rolls around, but of course, she will just have to put on her camera face and ignore it.
She has already been gaining popularity and celebrity in the contest world, even before all of this happened, so she has been preparing herself for the way the press will always want a piece of her. Now that she is dating Lisia, there is no doubt that she will have to deal with a lot of attention from the press, and all that starts now. As inconvenient as it may be, she knows better than to try and avoid it altogether, because she has heard they become pushy, and will do anything to get their story, no matter what it takes. That could involve either stalking her or making things up, or maybe even both.
It is always much better to just give the story right to them, on her own terms. And she is fine with that, and was fully prepared ton deal with it, she just never thought about the fact that she might need to pee when the time came, and suddenly find herself wishing that she could just skip it altogether. From time to time, she looks to Lisia to see if her girlfriend is feeling any pressure in that regard, but Lisia is an expert at hiding any hints of discomfort on stage. May likes to think that she is good at it too, but she almost wishes that she could see it in Lisia, just to know that she is not alone in all of this.
It is not so bad yet, but she knows that it is only going to get worse, and thinking about it this much also does not help matters. The more she thinks about it, the more nervous she gets, and that just exacerbates the problem, until it is nearly all that she can think about. Whenever she goes up against Lisia in a contest, she already knows that she has hardly any chance of going higher than second place, but with her focus all over the place tonight, she knows for sure that she stands no chance of coming close to beating Lisia.
May does not care so much about that, though. She just likes being able to do this with her, and it has never been a rivalry between the two of them. Lisia is a natural, who has built her entire life around this, and May has picked it up as a way to get closer to the girl that she loves. As long as she can have fun, she always leaves happy, knowing that she and her Pokemon have done her best.
Tonight in particular, though, she does not care if she wins or not, because she just wants it to be over. She is ready for the contest to end so that they can get the interview started and over with as quickly as possible. The press will get their story one way or another, so she sincerely hopes that she and Lisia can give it to them fast, and that she can then hurry to the bathroom before anything bad happens. Not that she thinks she is at risk of wetting herself even during the interview, but it will still be frustrating to have to hold it for that long.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the contest finally comes to an end, with the predictable results of Lisia in first place, May coming in just behind her. May is just relieve that that part of her torturous evening is over. And though she has not been able to pick out any signs of discomfort in Lisia, her girlfriend is actually just as desperate as she is.
Lisia has plenty of training with keeping that sort of thing to herself, and smiling through it all, hiding it away so that she can put on the best show imaginable, all while absolutely bursting. Tonight is no different, and she is just as annoyed as May is that they will not have any time to visit the bathroom before they have to go straight into getting interviewed, right there in one of the dressing rooms. She really needs to pee, and has been doing her best to put it out of her mind throughout the whole contest.
It is not the first time she has been bursting during an interview, either, so she does think she will be just fine, but that does not make it any easier for her to bear. As she and May go offstage after the applause finally dies down, they stick close together, where she leans close to May and whispers, “I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to do this right now.”
“I thought you were an expert at interviews like this,” May replies, not quite picking up on her meaning, because she is so lost in her own desperation. Lisia can tell now that May has to pee; during the contest, she wondered, but was not certain. Though May is not quite to her level of hiding it, she is still able to make sure that the audience can’t tell, keeping it subtle enough that only her girlfriend suspects, and that is just because they are so close, and Lisia is familiar with slight changes in her body language.
“I know, but even so,” she replies, “it’s not exactly fun to sit through them when I’m bursting to pee.”
May flushes a bit upon hearing Lisia admit to it out loud, and even Lisia is a little embarrassed to just come out and say it to May, but the two of them should be close enough that they can talk about that. She pauses before mumbling, “Yeah, I really need to pee too. You promise this won’t go on too long?”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. We just answer all their questions and try not to go on any tangents that might lead them to asking more,” Lisia says. “I know I’ll be good to hold it until the end, and I’m sure you’ll be just fine too.” She tries to stay confident about the whole ordeal, because she does not want May to get discouraged for any reason.
May is relieved to hear that, even though it does nothing to offer her any relief the department she actually needs it in. She feels a little better to at least know that she is not going into this alone, but she still would rather not go into it at all. But it is too late for that now, and they are let into the dressing room where the group of reporters have set up, with a table for the two of them to sit at. They wanted a dressing room so that they could have an interesting backdrop, to show that these girls are contest stars, but that they are letting the viewer into a more personal part of that, rather than doing the interview onstage.
Or something like that, May can’t really say that she gets it.
Sitting down actually makes things worse than she realized that it would, applying more pressure to her bladder. Being able to move around onstage made things a bit easier, even if she could never quite move in the ways that would have made this a little more bearable. Anything is better than nothing, but now she is suspected to sit still, where the slightest bit of squirming will be noticeable, and sitting like this makes it feel like she is squeezing her bladder a bit. May really needs this to end quickly.
Lisia wants to laugh when she sees the pitcher of water on the table, with a glass for either of them. She knows that they will not be getting any use out of that tonight, not if they want to make it out of here dry. It is courteous enough, since long interviews can lead to throats getting dry, but if she has any say in it, the interview will not be that long, and either way, she would rather be left croaking her answers than having to add anything more to her bladder.
“Alright, girls, since everyone’s all here, how about we get started?” one of the reporters asks. This is a small interview, a press conference for the two of them to discuss their relationship status, with a few of the bigger news reporters in Hoenn gathered here. No doubt, others will be waiting outside the contest hall to try and get some snapshots, and everyone else will try and pick up on the story once it has broken, until it is repeated endlessly and becomes old news.
All they have to do is get through this interview, and everything else will take care of itself, and still, Lisia finds herself wishing that she were not as direct with the press, because then she would not have to sit here, pretending that she does not have to pee. Trying to go to the bathroom after a contest is always a hassle, what with how crowded the place gets and how many fans want to try and meet her, even on her way to the bathroom, so she can only hope that this has the benefit of allowing the place to clear out a bit.
“Now, we’re all really excited to be able to meet with you tonight,” one of the reporters starts, and it is all business as usual from that point on. They want to talk about the contest and they want to talk about Lisia’s career thus far, and they want to talk about May, a rising star in her own right, who likely would have been on her way to stardom either way, but who is thrust into the spotlight due to both of her partners.
At first, they do not even really touch on the subject that they were supposed to be here to ask about, which May finds to be rather frustrating. She knows they can’t actually get it over with until they start discussing the point of the interview, so she has no idea why they are doing so many basic questions, that they should already have the answers to. Lisia has done probably hundreds of interviews before, and has likely answered every single question they could possibly throw at her about her career.
Maybe it makes sense for them to want to get to know May a little better, since this is her first official press conference, but it still frustrates her, having to think of what to say to all these questions that she was not expecting, when she is focusing so hard on trying to sit still and not squirm in her seat, even though that would certainly make her feel a lot better. She has no doubt that they would pick up on it if she made it too obvious, and then that would be their big story, and all anyone could talk about. She could do without all of that humiliation.
Things just keep dragging on, though, and her need just keeps getting worse. The ache of her bladder makes her grit her teeth behind her smile a few times, whenever they are focused on Lisia, and she tries to evenly split her attention between her bladder and the conversations going on around her. It is hard to think of the right thing to say when she is trying not to wet herself, but it is hard to keep her bladder in check when she is busy saying all the right things. She wishes that, when she had gotten tips on how to handle interviews from Lisia, that she had thought to ask about any of these things, but at the time, she never even considered the possibility of something like this happening.
Now, she just has to keep hanging on, and hoping for the best, as the questions finally start to become more relevant, about how all three of them met. She and Lisia alternate between sharing their stories, and she does what she can to stay focused on that portion, even as her bladder continues to protest, louder and louder. It should not be too much longer, so she just needs to hold out until the reporters let the two of them go.
Lisia is not in any better shape than her, and is actually starting to worry a little bit. She is used to getting caught in these inconvenient situations, but that still does not make it any easier for her to deal with. Even if she has gotten good at holding it, the wait itself is still like torture, and every time her bladder throbs, she has to fight from showing her discomfort on her face, has to just keep smiling for the cameras and pretending that everything is just fine. It is a good thing that she has so much practice with acting, because otherwise, she has no idea how she would be able to make it through this, but her uncle has trained her well, in pretty much every art that she might need
Maybe he did not teach her good acting and interview manners for this particular purpose, and maybe he never mentioned anything about bladder strength, or how to hide her desperation in the public, but his lessons did help with that, and are helping her out a lot right now. She launches into some short story about how she and Steven started to get close with the help of Wallace, while she internally thanks him for making her into the composed idol that she is today.
She can tell that May is uncomfortable, but doing a good job of not showing it. Once again, this is something that Lisia can tell only because she knows her, and even if the reporters notice any stiffness from her, it can easily be written off as nerves with her first press conference. Just as long as she keeps that same face up until the end, they will never suspect what the real problem with her is.
“We just have one more thing we want to know,” one of the reporters says, and Lisia internally breathes a sigh of relief, externally tells them to ask away while expressing how much fun she and May have had answering their questions, even if that is a blatant lie.
The question is, of course, completely ridiculous, talking about if there are any wedding plans in the future, despite the newness of the relationship, and how entirely inappropriate it is to pry that much. This is the press, after all, and Lisia was expecting a nosy, out of place question like that, and had prepared May for it. Together, the two of them are able to answer that they have no idea what the future holds, but that they, and Steven, are always keeping an open mind, and currently only have plans to stick close together.
And then interview hell is over, and they are able to make their escape, leaving this dressing room, where they could get changed to go home. They could, and ordinarily would, but right now, they absolutely need to get to the bathroom before they put their street clothes back on, and head there in full costume. It takes some time to actually get out of the room as everyone is filtering out at once, but finally, the girls are free, where they make a break for the bathroom, as quickly as they can go in their current states.
Of course, Steven is not far, holding a bouquet for each of them, trying to ward off the reporters who have noticed him and want to try and get a comment from him about the relationship. He looks surprised when the girls breeze right past him, waving a bit but not stopping to talk to him or accept their flowers. Right now, they have much more important things on their minds.
From in front of her, May hears Lisia groan, and does not like the sound of that. It does not take her long to see what it is that Lisia is groaning about, though- the bathroom line is so long that she can’t help but wonder what everyone has been doing since they left the stage. People should mostly be gone right now, rather than still waiting in line for the bathroom, and she wonders why on earth all of this is happening, as if the universe itself is working against her and her efforts to keep her cute, pink costume dry.
“It’s so crowded,” she says, and Lisia nods.
“It’s never normally this bad, but I guess we need to just get in the line before it gets any longer,” she replies, and May has no choice but to agree with her. There is not much else that the girls can do, because she knows that there is no way she can endure changing and getting ready to go somewhere else. Her best chance is waiting in this line and hoping that it moves a bit more quickly.
At the very end of the line is Jasmine, a coordinator who often visits from the Johto region to compete in contests. She had done a great job tonight, but now, she is trembling in front of them, looking about as desperate as both of the girls feel. When she notices them, she gives them a slight smile, but then the troubled expression returns to her face.
“What’s this line about?” Lisia asks. “Why is everyone still here?”
“Well, the bathrooms were out of order when the contest ended, and they promised us it wouldn’t be long before they got fixed, so everyone just got in line, I think,” Jasmine replies, her voice a bit strained from the effort of holding it. She is squirming in place, not able to stand still. “But it was just a couple minutes ago when it finally got fixed. Honestly, this is nothing, the line was way longer earlier, but a lot of girls decided it wasn’t worth it, and that they could just hold it until they got home.”
If only, May thinks, she and Lisia could hold it for that long! She would give just about anything to be able to leave, rather than waiting here where people can see them squirm, but that is not in the cards. In fact, things are getting so desperate that she finds she can’t stand still either, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
Noticing this, Lisia says, “You can go first, if you want,” and May gives her a grateful smile, trying to resist the urge to hold herself. Trying to keep her composure during the interview was just too much, and now she is so desperate she can’t hide anything.
Lisia is nearing that point herself, but at the same time, she can’t help but notice just how cute May looks like this. It is a strange thought to have, but it has been nagging at the back of her mind for a while now, and she realizes now that she kind of likes watching her girlfriend squirm, so much so that she does not even mind that she’s in a pretty desperate predicament herself. Still, she does not wish that kind of humiliation on anyone, and especially not May.
Biting her lip, she tries to distract herself with other thoughts, but each throb from her bladder brings her right back to the present. She is soon squirming as well, with both of them quickly becoming as frantic as Jasmine in front of them. The line is not moving all that quickly, but it is at least moving. Lisia can never remember having to pee this badly after a contest, and she knows that the interview was a really bad idea, not that they could have known that ahead of time.
“Oh, is this why you two took off like that?” Lisia hears a familiar voice behind her, and she and May turn to face Steven, giving them both a smile. “I thought you just decided to ditch me.”
“No, it’s just…” May is blushing furiously as she tries to explain herself. “We just needed to…”
“We’re both bursting, to be honest,” Lisia says, deciding to be blunt. She has known Steven long enough to feel comfortable saying something like that to him, but when she does, she notices a brief flicker in his expression before he regains his composure.
“Then I guess I’ll just hang onto the flowers and wait for you,” he says, his voice sounding a little strange. Could it be that Lisia is not the only one getting a little turned on by all of this? As if to confirm her theory, he goes to wait for them somewhere that he can easily keep an eye on the bathroom line, and on the two of them.
May, embarrassed to squirm in front of her boyfriend, tries to stop, but it does her no good, and she is soon squeezing her thighs together, moaning under her breath. This time, when she starts squirming again, it is a lot more active, with May practically dancing from foot to foot as she tries to regain her control again.
She does not admit to Lisia that her panties are a little damp now, and does not admit that she is seriously starting to worry about making it. It does not help matters that Jasmine is struggling so much in front of them, making it that much harder to try and forget their own desperate predicament, and it is so embarrassing to have to do something like this in public, but she can’t stop herself from dancing around in place, just trying to do whatever she can to prevent the much more humiliating outcome.
All the same, Lisia does not admit how exciting this is for her, even if she is still coping with how agonizing her own desperation is. With May squirming around so obviously, she is at least a little less embarrassed to do it herself, joining in with her, and once Jasmine is jamming a hand between her legs, unable to help holding herself, that just makes it that much easier to not hide things. It may be embarrassing for everyone involved, but it is a lot easier to cope with when they know that they are not alone in things.
May bites the inside of her cheek hard as she contemplates if she should hold herself or not, but a sudden spurt soaking into her panties basically answers that question for her, and she soon finds herself with both of her hands between her legs, moaning as she jumps from foot to foot, making quite the scene, though it does not make her stand out that much, when most of the girls in line are doing the same thing. The only person in the crowd that really pays special attention to what May is doing is Steven, but she is so caught up in it that she has not picked up on that.
Lisia joins her in holding herself, grinding against her own hand to try and keep her bursting bladder under control for just a little while longer. They are getting closer to the front of the line, slowly but surely, so it will not be that much longer now before they are finally able to relieve themselves, after what feels like the longest night of their lives. Maybe then she can properly assess her excitement in this situation, and figure out why she is feeling this way, and also confront Steven about all of the ogling that he is doing right now.
Her attention is suddenly brought back front, but not because of May. She and May are both suddenly aware of Jasmine moaning and sinking to her knees, shoulders trembling, and a puddle spreading out on the ground beneath her. Those in front of her are quick to step away, as it becomes clear that she has lost the battle with her body. She looks defeated as she stands back up, but neither girl has a chance to say anything to comfort her before she takes off in the direction of the changing area. Hopefully, she has something clean that she can wear out of here, even if that will not take the humiliation out of wetting herself.
Seeing something like this has turned their situation dire. Neither May nor Lisia is able to move their hands from between their legs, and neither is able to stay still for even a second, keeping up their energetic dancing as the line continues to crawl forward, both feeling as though they could loose it at any point. Lisia is sure that, if she were to move her hands, there would be a small but visible dark spot on her white shorts, and May knows that her panties are getting close to soaked by now, meaning that the shorts under her skirt are probably already starting to show signs as well.
She is so close now that she just needs to hold out for a little bit longer, and the line has moved again, which means that she can step forward, and-
She can’t step forward. Lisia tries to nudge her, but May suddenly finds herself frozen in place, in contrast to all of the squirming that she has done up until now, knees knocking together as her bladder suddenly gives out, all at once. It does not take Lisia long to figure out what is happening, especially not when May lets out a groan of distress. Soon enough, it is running down her legs, all of the liquid that she has tried to hold back gushing out of her, splattering to the floor, forming a puddle of her own.
Someone in line behind them steps around them, effectively cutting Lisia in line, but Lisia does not even register it, too transfixed by what is happening to May. So transfixed, in fact, that she is suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by a wet warmth spreading beneath her own hands, as her shorts are flooded and as her bladder gives out, as she joins May in this public humiliation, the two of them fully wetting themselves right outside of the bathroom, as the line continues to move on without them, and as their boyfriend watches from a distant, equal parts surprised and aroused.
It takes some time for both of them to completely empty out, and even after that, their bladders are still left aching from the strain of holding it for so long. May is quivering, confused and embarrassed, and Lisia knows that she needs to take action, even if she is in a similar state. She always feels a little protective over May, especially in the contest hall, her own home court, and so, she takes May’s hand and pulls the dazed girl after her, heading back for the changing area, leaving their mess and their boyfriend behind them.
The two of them need to get cleaned up and changed back into their street clothes- sans panties- before they can go meet Steven again, but Lisia has a feeling he is not going to give them a hard time for their accidents. In fact, if she had to guess, she would say that the three of them have an exciting night ahead of them. May already seems to be in better spirits, just to be away from the crowds, so Lisia knows it will at least not take long to cheer her up.
Then, perhaps, she can let her newfound interest slip…
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The New Normal
Of all the ways this pandemic fucked with her life, Zoom University had to be the thing Jess hated the most. Sitting in a classroom was never her idea of fun, but at least she was able to get out of her room. After spending months imprisoned in her childhood bedroom, she wanted to be in a classroom. But there she was, in that same childhood bedroom wearing gray sweatpants, sipping from her third coffee of the day about to start her third and final class, a two hour one. Not just any two hour class, one that required her camera to be on for the entire time. Sighing, she logged into her zoom lecture and prepared to be bored out of her mind.
It was 15 minutes into the lecture that she realized how fast her bladder had been filling up. She thought back on her day and realized that she hadn’t used the bathroom since she got up in the morning, and cursed herself for not going between classes. She began to squirm in her seat then realized that anybody, including her professor, could be watching her at any time. So she went back to trying to sit still.
Between her increasingly aching bladder and the monotone droning of her professor's lecture in her headphones, Jess thought that the class was going to take forever. Looking at the time she realized it’s been 30 minutes since she last checked, but her desperation increased to a point where now she had to keep her legs closed tightly. She couldn’t tell if anyone noticed, most other students seemed as clocked out as she usually was. But there were some cute-ass boys in this class that she was hoping to talk to once she went back to campus. And rationally, she knew nobody could tell about her need, but she really didn’t want to risk that. While lost in thought she was startled by one of her more studious classmates asking a question.
“Shit!” Jess exclaimed, the first squirt of piss leaked out into her panties, leaving what would turn into a tennis-ball sized stain. But Jess had another issue.
“Let's all make sure we have our microphones off okay?” Her professor's monotone voice said, and Jess realized her microphone was on for that.
Jess went bright red and apologized and made sure her mic was muted, but now attention was drawn to her for the rest of the class. She sighed and jammed her hand between her legs, shuddering as she felt the wet spot on her panties press against her groin. Her bladder now having felt a bit of release wanted more, and another spurt was let out, catching her off guard. This one with enough power to soak through her panties and begin to saturate the seat of her sweatpants.
Jess looked at the time and saw another hour was left and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She needed to go so bad. She didn’t want to wet herself but she was coming to terms that it might not be in her control. She thought about her seat, and how if she soaked it she would have no way of cleaning it. Figuring that if she can’t save her panties, she should at least try to save her chair. She looked around the room for something she could sit on. Her bed was too far away to grab her blankets and pillows. And her hamper was on the other side of the room so no dirty clothes or towels. The only things within reach were a pair of sweatshirts, one red and one blue.
Jess looked at them and began to question her commitment to this plan. She loved those sweatshirts and knew that the stains on them would be huge. But then another wave of desperation hit her, and along with it came another leak, this time with enough power to soak through her sweatpants. She could feel the hot piss in between her ass and seat and decided to go for it.
Jess tried to lean over as discreetly and quickly as possible, not realizing the pressure this would put on her bladder would be just too much, and a steady stream began which completely soaked her panties. Quickly, Jess grabbed the sweatshirts, putting the blue one down first on the already slightly wet chair, then the red one who was fated to take most of the damage. Once she sat down on the sweatshirts Jess could no longer contain her bladder and completely emptied her bladder where she sat.
Jess was half lost in the relief of finally being able to release her piss, and half worried about how weird she must look if anyone was watching her right now. Her face was burning red and as the stream started to end the dread in her stomach began as she realized she just pissed her pants. She was snapped out of this by her professor.
“Okay we’re gonna leave a little early today, make sure you read chapter 5 for next class period.”
Jess sat dumbfounded as the zoom call ended. She closed her laptop and looked down at her lap. Most of the damage was on her butt and she stood up to examine it further. And like she reckoned her sweatpants were soaked and clung to her ass in a way that displayed the line of her equally soaked pink panties. She looked at her chair and the red sweatshirt took most of the damage. There was a huge heart shaped wet mark taking up almost the entirety of the back of the sweatshirt. Peeling the red sweatshirt up and shuddering at the smell, she saw that some of her piss soaked through to the blue one, but less, and the stain was more circular and smaller. The seat of her chair came next and to her relief it wasn’t soaked, just slightly damp and very warm.
Once the shock and anxiety of the episode faded away, exhaustion set in for Jess and she peeled off her pants and panties and put them in the dirty clothes hamper with the sweatshirts. She knew she needed a shower but didn’t have enough energy for that and pulled on a fresh pair of cotton shorts and fell on her bed.
Edited December 7, 2020 by omofan5
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While the pandemic obviously changed a lot for Jess, shopping was one of those things that she always found solace in, especially now. And with Christmas right around the corner, she wanted to keep the tradition of going out to her favorite shops in town. Little boutiques and trinket shops lining the main road in her town. Shops that require people like her to go out and spend their money at them to stay afloat during these times. So with a large coffee purchased at a small cafe downed fast, Jess was fulfilling her civic duty of supporting small businesses. She thought of all the shops she’d need to stop at to fill out her list. Speaking of filling, Jess was hyper aware of her bladder, due to her recent accident that was still fresh in her memory. She had made sure nothing like that happened again by regularly using the restroom whenever she got the chance, like now.
“Do you guys have a bathroom I can use?” She asked the barista behind the counter.
“Sorry, our bathrooms are closed due to sanitary restrictions.” He told her.
Jess told him it was okay and thanked him for his help anyways, but inside she began to panic a bit.
“It’s fine.” Jess thought. “I’ll be able to get to a bathroom soon, one of these stores is bound to have one.”
First she went into a little bookstore that sold second hand books. This was usually her favorite store to look around in, but the first thing she ended up reading was a sign on the door behind the counter that said “RESTROOM- EMPLOYEES ONLY” in big red letters. She sighed and carried on shopping casually.
“I’ll just go in the next store.” Jess thought “They’re sure to have a bathroom, one of them is..”
While she was walking through the rows of books Jess’s desperation grew more and more. She could always find herself lost in books, to a point where she blocked out everything else. Her bladder snapped her back to reality though, as she looked at her watch and realized she had been in the bookstore alone for thirty minutes.
“Crap.” She thought. “I need to visit the rest of these stores quick, before they close.”
The next store on her list was a little boutique that sold jeans that Jess loved. While they were expensive, Jess still loved to try them on and grabbed one off the rack. This was a pair of white, skinny jeans. Similar to the pair of light washed jeans she had on right now. She also grabbed a blouse that was in stark contrast to the hoodie she was wearing. In the changing room she took off her jeans and felt how much that relieved pressure on her bladder. Looking in the mirror, she saw her bladder sticking out over her grey panties that had pink polka dots, one of her favorite pairs due to how cute they were. She winced bending over to pull the jeans up. Once they got below her butt she had to jump to pull them up, and once they were up she realized her mistake.
“Fuck.” Jess thought, she immediately grabbed her crotch but it was too late, the spurt of piss already released. “Oh no, please don’t tell me-“. Jess pulled the jeans off as quickly as possible without letting more leaks out. Luckily, there were no stains on the jeans. But her grey panties had a stain right on the crotch. Once she was sure she fully regained control Jess put the clothes back on the rack.
Jess rushed through the rest of the shops on her list. Now with loads of bags in hand she was squirming, as her bladder still had no relief. Beginning to worry, Jess decided that since she did need to stop there anyways for a few things she couldn’t find at the shops, she’ll go to the mall and use the bathrooms there. But it was a 20 minute drive on a good day, and holiday shopping meant that today wasn’t a good day.
Once in traffic Jess continued to let spurts out, she tried her best to contain them. She didn’t want to look down at her pants and see the damage, but she knew the stain would be noticeable, but she didn’t care. She just didn’t want to have another accident. With one hand on the wheel she pulled into the mall parking lot.
“Goddamnit there’s never anywhere to park.” She grumbled. All the spots near any of the entrances were taken, and there were only a few spots near the back left open. She pulled into one of them and hobbled out of her car. Walking to the entrance of the mall took everything she had. This wasn’t like her bedroom, this was public. She’d be mortified if she wet herself here. She could already tell people were staring at her, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the stain on the back of her jeans or the very obvious pee dance walk. But she was bright red as she finally made her way to the door. She saw a sign on the front that made her stomach drop.
“MASKS REQUIRED”
She forgot her mask in the car.
Jess wanted to cry. She couldn’t believe it, but she couldn’t let herself give up. She couldn’t wet herself in public. It would be too humiliating. She had to get back to the car and get back up here and use the bathroom, not wet herself like a little kid again.
But her bladder just couldn’t do it. The whole way back, every step was either a leak or an almost one. Both hands now jammed between her legs, it took her twice the time to get back down the parking lot than it did to get up. She knew she’d have to remove one hand to open the car, and she didn’t know what her plan was when that happened. She just knew she couldn’t wet herself. There had to be something else she could do. She thought about pulling her pants and panties down and just pissing, but that would be even more humiliating. Anybody could just see her, and she valued protecting the view of her privates over protecting her jeans, or at least she was weighing the two.
Now back at the car, Jess ran into the problem of opening the door. She took one hand from her crotch to reach in her pocket, but that was all it took. Her bladder just couldn’t take any more. She tried to quickly move the hand back but it was too late now. All the piss that had been pent up for hours came roaring out into her jeans. She quickly rushed to pull her jeans down, and got them around her knees when she remembered where she was. Squatting next to her car, her piss soaked her gray panties, and a huge puddle formed underneath her ass. She looked around and thankfully no one was watching but she was still mortified.
“This can’t be happening” she thought. Unlike her previous wetting, the relief couldn’t overshadow the shame as she was still terrified someone would pop around the corner and see her pissing her panties in public. But no one did. And she pulled her jeans back up and sat down in her car.
She pulled her wet pants down her thighs to examine the damage. Her panties were soaked. It was worse than the first accident. Tears formed in her eyes at the shame, she couldn’t go back in like this, she started her car and began to head home in her wet but cooling panties.
Edited December 20, 2020 by omofan5
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Hi everyone! Here it is! The long awaited part 2 to my Even Stevens wetting story from way back in July. Once again, the idea comes from user @LifeIsStrange, but the writing is all my own. If you missed the first part, you can read it here! Otherwise, enjoy!
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The school was quiet the following Monday. The students had spent the weekend accepting the policy as a fact of life, and despite the indignation that some students still felt, a plan proposed by Ren Stevens probably wasn’t a plan that was going anywhere anytime soon. When the bell rang, Tawny got up to leave her first period, not really listening to Louis and Twitty as they babbled about the usual nonsense, until something Twitty said caught her attention.
“Yeah, it was a pretty close call. If I hadn’t had that spare bathroom pass you gave me, I would’ve been toast at practice,” Twitty explained. “I think Tugnut was onto something, though. He asked if I had already gone and I told him he must’ve been thinking of yesterday. I don’t think he really bought it.”
Tawny whipped around. “You almost peed yourself?” she demanded, turning slightly pink as she recalled the details of her own accident, about which rumors still hadn’t died down.
Twitty nodded ruefully, and Louis, Tawny now saw, looked deep in thought.
“I had to go as soon as I got to school,” Twitty explained, “and Tugnut was there when I used my real bathroom pass. I’m lucky he didn’t send me away. That would’ve been--” he blew out his cheeks as if to say not good. Tawny frowned, starting to get lost in her own thoughts, but her reverie was interrupted when Louis spoke up.
“This new bathroom rule isn’t fair at all,” he said seriously. His conviction surprised Tawny, but she continued to listen intently as they made their way out into the hallway. “I’m sick of my friends being laughed at. I’m the one that’s supposed to make people laugh!” Tawny smiled wanly and Twitty looked at the floor. “We need to do something about this,” Louis continued, evoking the same goofy soldier voice Tawny remembered from Coach Tugnut’s office. “Fighting back with the fake bathroom passes isn’t enough. We need to make sure everyone--especially Ren--can see just how dumb this policy really is.”
“Hey!”
The three friends whipped around to see Ruby, one of Ren’s best friends, making her way over to them. Tawny bit her lip--Ruby had heard them scheming. Now Ren would be on her guard. Tawny saw Louis smile sheepishly out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh, uh… he-hey Ruby,” Louis said. “We were just, you know, talkin’ about… about…” he elbowed Twitty hard in the ribs.
“Ow! I mean--” Twitty said, rubbing his side, “--we were just talking about Ren’s policy on… nuggets! In the cafeteria. We want more than four or five nuggets, you know?”
“No ya weren’t,” Ruby responded flatly, looking between the three of them. “You were talking about the bathroom pass policy. It’s the only policy worth talkin’ about right now.”
“No!” Louis retorted.
“Yes,” Tawny intervened. “Yes we were. Why does it matter to you?”
“Because you’re right.” Ruby sighed, eyes darting down the hallway to a cluster of girls gossiping. “Ever since I…” she paused, seemingly struggling to get the words out, “...wet myself on the bus, nobody’s been giving me the scoop anymore! I have nothing to contribute to the paper, and I’m gettin’ real sick of bein’ out of the loop. Plus, you should’ve seen the way my mom reacted when I came in with my pants all wet!”
“Well what do you want us to do about it?” Louis piped up. Tawny stepped on his foot.
“Do you want to help us come up with a plan?” Tawny offered. “To make Ren see that her rule is doing more harm than good?”
“That’s exactly what I want,” Ruby said, nodding happily. “Glad ya caught on so fast.” She began to walk down the hallway, and Tawny hurried to keep up. “In fact, I think I already have something in mind…”
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Louis was having the time of his life during his study session with Ren the following day. He had broken his previous record for excuses to leave the classroom, pulled out his absolute worst impressions, ignored Ren’s frequent warnings about her future refusal to help him, and had basically been as annoying as possible.
Ren was beginning to feel the frustration as the half-hour went on. Louis had shown up late, meaning that a full half-hour would cost her her usual scheduled bathroom visit, and had continued to be twice as obnoxious as usual since his arrival. If he thinks this is going to make me change my mind about the bathroom rule, she thought, he’s wrong. Even so, his loud ramblings in the style of Adam Sandler were beginning to take their toll. Her head was pounding, and she was eager to get this over with.
“Would it help--” she began, cutting Louis off just as he began to sing, “--would it help if I wrote it up on the board?”
“Sure,” said Louis quickly. Ren cracked a smile that looked fairly painful to Louis and then turned to begin writing on the board. As soon as her back was turned, he sprang into action. He took Ren’s bathroom pass, which she had left sticking out of a folder, and set it right next to her glass of water, which he immediately proceeded to spill on it.
“Ren!” he shouted in false alarm. Ren spun to face him as he wiped up the mess with his shirt, simultaneously tearing the wet bathroom pass to shreds. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking up with a falsely apologetic expression. “I spilled your water.”
“It’s alright,” she said, massaging her pupils before turning back to face the board.
When Ren had finished her diagram on the board and Louis continued to show no signs of interest, she finally lost her patience and dismissed him. Louis left in a hurry. Ren took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of negative thoughts, then began to gather her things. As she bent down to close up a folder she had left on the table, she felt a sudden twinge from her bladder. Straightening up and lightly brushing the front of her tan pants, she suddenly noticed the shredded remains of her bathroom pass. Sighing irritably, she began to gather up the ruined pieces.
With a trip to the toilet out of the question, Ren’s bladder suddenly felt uncomfortably full. Throwing her remaining things haphazardly into her bag and her spoiled bathroom pass into the trash can, Ren made her way out the door, only to come face-to-face with Ruby.
“Hey Ren,” Ruby said brightly.
“Hi Ruby,” Ren responded, fighting to keep her exasperation and discomfort out of her voice. “Any juicy new gossip?”
“No,” Ruby replied flatly. Ren shot her a glance, surprised by the sudden change of tone, but Ruby didn’t return it. “Any progress with Louis?”
“None,” said Ren, sighing. “He was even worse today than usual. I think he was doing it on purpose.”
“That’s rough,” Ruby said.
“You’re telling me. My head is killing me!” Ren closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, willing the pain in her head away. It stayed put.
“Oh, I’ve got somethin’ for that,” Ruby said, reaching into her bag and producing a bottle full of pills. She popped the lid off and shook one into her hand, which she then extended to Ren, who took the pill and examined it. It looked nothing like any headache pill she had ever seen. She hesitated for a moment, but then her head throbbed again and she popped it into her mouth, leaning over a nearby drinking fountain to wash it down and missing Ruby’s unkind smile. By the time she turned back around, Ruby had collected herself, and the two girls continued towards their next class, Ren barely suppressing her desire to hold herself.
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By the time her class was halfway over, Ren knew there was something very wrong. Her bladder was throbbing and felt like it was filling at twice the rate it had been for the rest of the day. She sat as still as she could, hands clenched at her sides, not taking notes and maintaining laser focus on the middle of the chalkboard.
Ruby was well aware of her friend’s situation, but tried her best to look clueless as she leaned up to whisper in Ren’s ear.
“I didn’t catch what the teacher just said. Can I take a look at your notes after class?”
“Hu-huh?” Ren murmured, apparently having heard none of what Ruby said.
“Are you taking notes?” Ruby asked.
“Oh, uh…” Ren said, taking up her pencil and beginning to scribble words on the page. “Yeah, of course.”
Ruby knew perfectly well that Ren hadn’t taken a single note all class, and she knew why. Ren might not have realized yet that Ruby hadn’t actually given her a headache pill. Ruby suspected her friend would probably be too distracted by wet thoughts to realize that her headache hadn’t gone anywhere. It would take a while before she realized Ruby had given her a diuretic--in fact, she might not realize at all. Ruby smirked again, listening half-heartedly to her teacher’s ramblings as her mind filled up with her own thoughts regarding Ren’s desperation. She crossed her legs tightly, thinking about just how full Ren’s bladder must be feeling right about now. Abandoning all pretense, Ruby looked Ren up and down, taking in her stiff posture, clenched fists, tapping feet… she had to see what happened next.
Another few minutes ticked by, and soon Ren’s hands made their way into her lap, coming to rest on her upper thighs. Losing interest in her pretend notes, Ren stared at her desk, focusing all her willpower on not holding herself like a little girl. She wasn’t sure how long she could keep this up. Things were getting dire. If she went straight to the bathroom after class, she would probably be fine. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but… wait. Ren didn’t have a bathroom pass anymore. She quelled another wave of anger at Louis and moved on to the next plan. Perhaps she could bluff her way into the bathroom without a pass. No, no. She was a lot of things, but a great liar was not one of them. It was unlikely that Tugnut liked her enough to let her in just because she asked nicely, and she doubted there was enough good will in the world for Donnie Stevens to get her out of trouble if the coach caught her trying to sneak in and break the rules of her own policy. If her teacher dismissed them early, she might make it to the bathroom before Tugnut finished teaching his own class, but that was taking a big risk. Perhaps she could ask to leave. The teacher didn’t need to know she didn’t have a bathroom pass. She could ask to go, then get to the bathroom and get back without ever running into Coach Tugnut. In fact, the glorified hall monitor would never be any the wiser.
Ren closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and raised her hand. The teacher continued to talk for a moment, then took notice.
“Ren?”
“Yes, may I please be excused to use the restroom?” Ren asked, trying her best not to sound as desperate as she was.
“Of course not,” the teacher said, turning away from her and continuing with her lecture. It took Ren a moment to realize what she had said, but once she had, she couldn’t bite back her indignant question.
“Why?”
“Why?” the teacher repeated. “Well, I should think you, of all people, would know why. It’s school policy now to ask students to wait until their breaks to use the bathroom.” Ren looked at her desk, cheeks burning. She hadn’t really considered it before, but her policy was to blame for her current predicament. “Can you wait?” the teacher asked. Ren nodded, not looking up. “Alright then.”
But the truth was, Ren couldn’t wait, she soon realized. Although she didn’t want anyone to know the extent of her desperation, Ren couldn’t help but sneak glances at the clock on the wall. She still had more than twenty minutes to go, and her bladder was filling up fast. It already required significant effort to hold back the waves of desperation without the use of her hands, and those waves were growing greater and more frequent with every passing minute. She had to come up with a plan.
Ruby bit her lip. This was really getting interesting. Had Ren forgotten that they weren’t allowed to use the bathroom during class anymore? Or was it possible that she was just so desperate that she felt like she couldn’t wait until class was over? Either way, she had embarrassed herself, and Ruby felt her heart beating faster as a result. She couldn’t help it. She was extremely invested. She kept losing herself in fantasies of pee spilling over the edge of Ren’s seat, of the whole class laughing. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
Ren didn’t know how much more she could take. There were only a few minutes left in class now, but she had thrown her dignity to the wind and was now squirming around in her seat, shifting and wriggling in an effort to find some position, any position that would be comfortable for her poor aching bladder. One of her hands was clamped firmly around her crotch and the other had her inner thigh in a death grip. She didn’t know if she would make it. She could feel sweat beading up in her back, sticking her butt and thighs to her chair as she bobbed around. Suddenly, she came to a realization. Without warning, she bolted up from her chair and began to make her way to the door.
“Ms. Stevens, where do you think you’re going?” the teacher demanded.
“Bathroom,” Ren responded, not stopping. She made her way to the front of the room and out the door.
As soon as the door swung shut behind Ren, Ruby stood up and began to follow her. “I’ll get her.”
“No, no,” the teacher said, seeming to wave the notion away with her hand. “She’ll be back. She just had to use the bathroom.” Ruby ignored her and darted through the door before the teacher had a chance to protest. The teacher had been softer with her, but Ruby had no doubt that she would be in just as much trouble, if not more, than Ren when they both got back to class. At the moment, though, she didn’t care.
Ren was well on her way to the bathroom, waddling with both hands clamped between her legs, not caring who saw. When she had begun to plan her way to the toilet, she had had four or five minutes to get to the bathroom before Tugnut got out of his class. Now, it was only one or two, but she was confident she could make it. She rounded the corner to the main hallway and, sure enough, found the bathrooms unguarded. She headed for the door as quickly as she could without pushing her unbearably full bladder over the edge, reached it, pushed, and… nothing. It was locked.
Of course Tugnut wouldn’t leave the door open and unguarded during class. Ren sagged against the firmly locked door and closed her eyes, willing the throbbing pressure in her abdomen to go away. She felt another wave coming on just as a booming voice made her jump. She gasped and felt a squirt of pee hit her underwear.
“Can I help you Stevens?” asked Coach Tugnut, chuckling at her surprise. “Need to do your business?”
“No…” Ren whimpered as she stood and began to walk away. As soon as she was around the corner, she started to grab desperately at her crotch, pulling the crotch of her pants into view to check for pee spots. A tiny drop, not quite the size of a dime, had reached the exterior of her pants. She thanked her lucky stars that it wasn’t larger, but she knew it wouldn’t be long now. Keeping both hands firmly on her crotch, she started to hobble down the hallway, making her way towards the principal’s office. She had no other options. If she couldn’t use the bathroom under the rules she had made, she’d just have to unmake them.
“Ren!” Ruby called out. Ren turned her head slowly, making an effort to stand up straighter, but keeping her hands jammed between her legs. “Hey, Ren, where are you goin’? The bathroom’s back there.”
“Tugnut is blocking the door,” Ren moaned, turning and continuing towards the principal’s office. “I need to talk to Wexler.”
Ruby felt her heart flutter listening to her friend’s desperate whines, but despite her own feelings on the matter, she wasn’t sure what Ren was hoping to accomplish. “Why are you gonna talk to Wexler?”
“I need to get this stupid policy rolled back before I--…” Ren paused, “before anyone else embarrasses themselves because of it.” It was a thin veneer, but Ren didn’t want to admit to herself or her friend that she was on the brink. She didn’t even know if she would make it to Wexler’s office, let alone hold it long enough to speak with him. But she had to. She didn’t want to imagine what would happen if she didn’t. She tried to push the mental image of Larry Beale’s smirking face out of her mind.
“Well I’ll come with you,” Ruby said, walking slowly along beside the waddling Ren. “Two voices will be better than one.”
“Thanks Ruby,” said Ren. Ren was hunched over so that neither girl could see the other’s face, but Ren’s wore an expression of sincere gratitude between grimaces of desperation. Ruby’s was covered in the light pink flush of arousal.
After a long minute, Ruby held the door of Wexler’s office open for Ren, who tried to compose herself as she made her way up to the secretary’s desk. One hand still held the crotch of her pants, but she stood as straight as she could as she addressed the secretary in what she hoped were level tones.
“I need to speak to Principal Wexler,” she said in a barely shaky voice.
“I’m afraid he’s just gone out to lunch,” the secretary told her. “Do you need to go home or something? You don’t look well. I can call your mom.”
“Isn’t there any way you can get him back in here?” Ren asked, bending slightly forward and pressing her hand deeper into her crotch. “Can’t you call him or something?” Ruby could hear the notes of hysteria slipping into her voice and stepped back slightly for a better view. She felt excitement growing in her chest at the idea that Ren might lose control right here in front of the secretary.
“Not unless it’s over the intercom…” the secretary said slowly. “Is it really that big of an emergency?”
“Yes!” cried Ren, leaning over the desk and giving Ruby a great view. “Please, you have to call him in here. Please. Right now!”
“What’s so important that it couldn’t wait a single hour?” the secretary asked, clearly starting to get annoyed with Ren’s tone.
“I just can’t!” Ren whined. “I can’t wait an hour! I’m going to--”
Ruby and Ren gasped simultaneously as a huge wet spot darkened the butt of Ren’s tan pants. Ren moaned loudly and crossed her legs over both her hands.
“Please, please, please just call him,” she begged the secretary, who seemed to finally understand. She reached for the phone, but before she could lift it off the receiver, the door to the office opened and Principal Wexler stepped in.
“I forgot my glasses Darla,” he explained. “Ah, Ren. How can I hel--”
“Principal Wexler, you need to talk to Tugnut right now!” Ren squealed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. “The bathroom policy needs to go!” She was hopping from foot to foot now, doing nothing to hide her desperation. Ruby could tell she was on the very edge.
“Well, I’m sure that can be arranged,” responded Wexler, nonplussed at the situation in front of him. “But if the bathroom pass policy is going to be repealed, we’ll need to arrange a meeting to discuss what’s going to replace it.”
“NO!” Ren shrieked. Wexler jumped, surprised by her negative response, but Ruby, who was still standing behind Ren, could see the real reason for her exclamation. The wetness on her butt had begun to spread down her thigh. “Please, Principal Wexler, please, please, please, please…” Ren pleaded as spurt after spurt of pee escaped her. “Please let me go to the bathroom…” she whined, dropping the façade entirely.
Ruby could hardly believe her eyes. Ren’s pee spread down her right leg, then the left, darkening her tan pants to brown as she ceased her squirming in an attempt to focus all her effort on holding back the flood.
“Please…” Ren moaned, but it was far too late. Ruby could see Ren’s body relax and in an instant pee was soaking her pants front and back. Ruby could hardly believe such a skinny girl had held so much liquid. By the time she was finished, her pants were completely drenched and the office carpet was glistening under the glow of the fluorescent office lights. Ren looked defeated, but didn’t cry. Ruby could barely keep herself together. Her own underwear were soaked for an entirely different reason.
After a long moment, Wexler spoke up. “Ren, I’m sure something can be done about the bathroom policy. I’ve actually heard a number of stories involving situations similar to yours, and I was planning on speaking to you if anything else came up. I just…” he surveyed the scene, searching for the right words, “...didn’t expect it to take place in my own office.”
…
Tawny grinned at Louis and Twitty as she stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hands on her pants.
“What’s got you so happy?” Louis asked.
“Victory,” Tawny sighed. “Sweet victory.”
“What’s wrong with paper towel?” asked Twitty, gesturing to Tawny’s now damp pants.
“Terrible for the environment. I have to go green somehow, now that everyone is able to flush as much as they want,” Tawny explained, shrugging.
“I thought you were happy about the bathroom policy ending,” Twitty reminded her. Tawny smiled again.
“I am,” she said. “Sorry.” She looked down the hallway at Ruby, who was standing amidst a gang of girls and whispering excitedly, and at Ren, who was attempting to sneak out of the school’s newspaper office without being seen. Just as she decided to make a break for it, Larry Beale and his cronies turned a corner at the far end of the hall.
“Hey Stevens!” Beale shouted. Ren stopped dead in her tracks, clearly expecting an insult. “Thanks for coming to your senses.”
“I guess I can live with a little wasted water.” Tawny said, as she, Louis, and Twitty started off for their next class.
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I hope you enjoyed the story (and that I didn't miss any typos)! I really enjoyed writing it and it's one of my favorite pieces I've done so far, so don't hesitate to let me know if you liked it (or even if you didn't--I'm always open to constructive criticism). If you have any requests for stories you'd like written, DM me or just mention them in the comments. Thanks for reading! |
A/N This is my first piece on here. I how you enjoy!!!
Also, the tag of Messing won’t come into play until another part 😉
This takes place in the CAOS (Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina) universe and is set around the first season with some minor changes.
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Sabrina rolled over and sat up, rubbing the last traces of sleep from her eyes.
Right away the smell of fresh coffee hit her nose full force, perking her up almost immediately.
She grabbed a black sweater, her favorite blue panties, and a pair of jeans.
After some hair brushing and some makeup, she hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“You sleep like the dead cuz.” Ambrose commented as Sabrina took her seat at the table.
Sabrina rolled her eyes but laughed.
Aunty Hilda slid a pile of pancakes in front of her, so fresh they had a bit of steam coming off of them.
“Hurry up and eat my love, or you’ll be late for school.” Hilda added before going back to cooking.
Zelda was silent, scanning the paper as she enjoyed her morning cigarette.
“It’s 101 degrees outside!” She exclaimed, showing Ambrose and Sabrina the section she had just read.
“I think I better harvest the turnips then! Don’t want them to boil now do we!” Hilda said.
As Sabrina hurriedly ate her breakfast, she managed to drink two cups of coffee and 2 cups of orange juice.
“Wow, someone was hungry!” Aunt Hilda commented as she cleaned.
Sabrina chuckled, as she began to put away the remnants of breakfast.
After Sabrina had said goodbye to everyone, she briefly considered going upstairs to change into something like shorts, but decided she’d be fine and she didn’t want to chance being late. Sabrina threw her bag on her back, hurried out the door, and she was off.
After she got to school, she noticed a crowd of students around the bulletin board looking anxious.
“Did you hear?” Theo asked, appearing beside Sabrina.
“Uh…. no I don’t think I have. What happened?” Sabrina asked.
“Apparently overnight some jokester flushed like an entire roll of toilet paper and blew a massive hole right through the main pipe. The plumbers have been working for a few hours but they’re still not done.” Theo explained.
“So where are we supposed to go!?” Sabrina exclaimed.
“The nurses bathroom isn’t connected to the main pipeline, so that’s the only place you can go!” Theo added before leaving to tell others of the news.
Sabrina was shocked, and looking around she wasn’t the only one.
A few seconds later she ran into Roz, who looked extremely flustered.
“I forgot to use the toilet before I left!” Roz whispered.
Sabrina gave her a sympathetic look before realizing she was going to be later to Calculus if she didn’t hustle.
The first few classes passed by very quickly. Soon enough, it was lunchtime and Sabrina found herself polishing off her 4th bottle of water.
“It’s like a thousand degrees out!” Harvey was telling Roz.
“And he still made you guys run?” Roz asked.
“Yeah! I almost passed out!” Harvey added before chugging his water.
Just then the speakers crackled to life.
“Students, please remember to rehydrate as we face this heat wave. There is bottled water for everyone in the cafeteria. Thank you and have a nice day!” The principal said.
Sure enough, there was a table piled high with bottles at the front of the room.
Sabrina was hardly paying attention. All of the drinks she had finished were catching up to her. She finally tuned back in when Roz stood up and declared she was off to the bathroom. Sabrina was about to go with when she saw the look on Harvey’s face.
“What do you mean go to the bathroom? That line is at least a 20 minute wait. You’ll be late to class for sure! Harvey exclaimed.
Roz’s face grew red, and Sabrina saw her eyes grow wide.
“20 minutes! English starts in 5! I guess I can wait…” Roz trailed off, but by the look on her face she couldn’t wait.
Sabrina had an idea.
“Um, Roz, we’re gonna be late to study hall if we don't hurry up.” She said
Roz and Sabrina hurried down the hall, and once they were away from the guys, Roz let out a huge sigh and crossed her legs.
“I need a fucking piss so bad!” She exclaimed, first looking around before grabbing herself.
“Me too!” Sabrina said.
Roz seemed much worse off. Her jeans were digging into her bladder, which was large enough that it was starting to show through her striped shirt.
“Roz!!!” Sabrina exclaimed.
Roz looked down at her stomach and gasped. “I look pregnant and it feels my bladder is about to pop!” She groaned.
“Just go get in the line. I’ll cover for you.” Sabrina offered.
“Really Brina? Thank you!” Roz stammered.
Sabrina just smiled, trying not to wince as her bladder spasmed.
“Just two more classes. Two more classes and a bike ride home.” Sabrina mumbled under her breath as she made her way to Ms. Wardwell’s classroom.
As she walked into the room, she noticed how empty it was. There were only a handful of people in the room, all of them fidgeting.
“I hope Roz makes it!” Sabrina thought as she sat down.
She began working through her Calculus homework, stopping every minute to sneakily squeeze her crotch. A little while later a red faced Ms Wardwell Burst through the door, followed by a dozen students, Roz included.
“Ok class. The nurse’s toilet is down now too. Sit down and do your work. There’s nothing we can do about it, so I don’t want to hear any complaining!” Ms. Wardwell said.
The students took their seats, most with a pained expression.
Roz looked worse then she had when Sabrina had seen her only ten minutes earlier. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs, but that didn’t seem to be helping much. Sabrina also saw that Roz was sporting a small wet patch on her jeans.
Sabrina tried to return to her homework, but she couldn’t. Any bit of mental power not used by concentrating on her bladder was watching Roz.
Roz was doing a classic “potty dance”, and she wasn’t the only one. Currently she was alternating between sitting on her heel and crossing her legs as tight as possible.
After only a few minutes of this, Roz got up, talked to Ms. Wardwell, and left.
For a split second Sabrina wondered where Roz was going, but a wave of pain from her bladder caused her to lose her train of thought immediately.
She was growing more desperate as time passed, but she was still pretty confident that her jeans would stay dry.
An uneventful 15 minutes passed, and Sabrina was still hanging on. However, in the corner of the room, Ms Wardwell didn’t seem to be doing to well.
Sabrina looked around and noticed that a lot of the students seemed moments away from pissing everywhere, however, no one had done so yet.
It was 1:55, only 5 minutes until the end of the period, when a small whimpering could be heard, followed by a steady pattern of drops hitting the floor. A sniffling girl, whom Sabrina identified pretty quickly as Mary-Anne, hurried out of the classroom. That small accident seemed to be almost too much for a few students, as the wiggling and fidgeting increased.
However, the bell rang shortly there after, and everyone stood to leave.
“I know a few of you have me for English so listen up. Class will be in the library. If you see any of your classmates spread the word.” Ms. Wardwell said.
Sabrina made her way to the library, wincing as every step jostled her swollen bladder.
Somehow, she managed to make it to English without losing a single top of piss.
Sabrina absentmindedly reached for her water before her bladder reminded her that more liquid was the opposite of what she needed. However, she noticed it was empty for the sixth time today, which only seemed to worsen her desperation.
“When the heaven did I finish two more bottles?” She asked herself quietly.
Seconds later her bladder protested angrily, sending a wave of pain throughout her stomach, causing Sanrina to grimace.
Just then Ms Wardwell opened the door and strode in. Sabrina noticed with a smirk that Ms Wardwell had changed out of the clothes she had been wearing only some 5 minutes ago.
The class was going off without a hitch. With some difficulty Sabrina managed to focus on the reading and try not to think about her bulging bladder.
During English alone 3 more students pissed themselves and left. This didn’t help Sabrina’s need at all.
With every minute that passed the pressure grew and grew. With only five minutes left of class, the first of many spurts of piss shot from Sabrina’s clenched muscles, creating a dark wet spot on her pale blue panties.
“No! I can’t piss my pants! There has to be a spell for this!” Sabrina thought.
However, no such spell came to mind, not to mention that it would be practically impossible to cast it without alerting the people around her.
Luckily, the bell rang and Sabrina did her best to get up. However, as soon as she stood up the pressure nearly doubled. Sabrina hurried out of the classroom and out of the school.
She actually saw Roz as she passed, and noticed she was wearing a slightly lighter pair of jeans.
As soon as she reached her bike, she slammed her ass onto the seat, temporarily giving her some relief as the hard seat put pressure on her tired peehole.
She sped down the path towards the house, each bump or jolt causing her to lose more and more spurts.
By the time she was at the front door, there was a fist sized wet patch on the front of her jeans.
She yanked open the door and ran towards the stairs, begging her muscles to hold on just a little longer.
Sabrina waddled up the stairs, stopping to cross her legs after nearly every step. As the bathroom grew nearer and nearer, her muscles weakened. With every step she lost a spurt of piss, darkening her jeans most of the way down her thighs.
Finally the toilet was in sight. Sabrina reached to undo her jeans, willing her muscles to hold on for another second. As soon as she was able to get the button undone she started to lose control. At first she tried to hold herself, but that only resulted in her hand becoming soaked. She pulled and pulled at her jeans, but they wouldn’t come down.
Hot piss began to spread down her jeans darkening the pale blue jeans to a dark blue.
For nearly two minutes she stood there, listening to the hissing sound and taking in the absolute bliss as her pee pooled around her feet. All Sabrina could think about was how good it felt to finally empty her poor, stretched bladder.
By the time she was nearly done, there was more wet material then dry on her jeans.
Sabrina finished up, and peeled the pee soaked jeans off. She couldn’t help but notice how easily she was able to undo her jeans once she wasn’t desperate for a piss. The culprit has been the zipper, which had caught on her panties in her haste to shed her clothes.
After a quick shower, Sabrina realized she would have to hurry if she didn’t want to be late for class at the Academy Of Unseen Arts. She threw on a pair of black leggings, a maroon sweater, and a pair of black boots.
In her hurry, Sabrina failed to notice the growing pressure in her bowels. In fact, it wouldn’t be until she was in class that she realized how much trouble she was in. |
A/N: Hello! I know it’s been about two months since the last part, so I’m sorry for that. This is the second and possibly last part. I started drafting another part to follow this one but it started going down an ABDL path, so I’m going to stop it here (for now at least). Thank you for reading my little ramble, and without further ado, here is part two!
Sabrina shut the door behind her, unintentionally drawing attention to herself as she made her way into the classroom. Her seat was by the door, a rickety old desk and chair that creaked and squeaked when you shifted your weight in it. She knew Blackwood had done this intentionally when making a sort of seating chart by the smirk on his face when she moved a millimeter and the whole desk sounded like it was breaking in half.
“Thank you for finally joining us, Spellman. Since you seem so keen to arrive on your schedule, how does detention sound? Better check your calendar, make sure you don’t have a pep rally later!” Blackwood said, a nasty smirk on his face as the class erupted into laughter.
Sabrina sat down, her face hotter than the 9th circle of Hell. She dug through her bag, pulling out her textbook and wishing she were anywhere but in this room.
Most of her classes went by uneventfully. Magic was amazing, but learning the proper root of a Latin word was boring, almost as boring as learning about the properties of dragon eye. By the time she slid into a desk in her last class, her stomach was beginning to grumble and ache.
“Did I eat lunch today?” She thought to herself.
She vaguely remembered Harvey making some comment about beans… That’s it! Burritos. Her face grew pale as she quickly realized what she had mistaken as hunger signals were actually much much worse. She began to sort through her mental mind palace, trying to think of the potions Hilda always brewed for stomach issues. She even flipped through her notes, but found nothing useful.
Class seemed to slow, with every minute bringing another cramp to her stomach. Finally the bell rang, and Sabrina sighed, the feeling of impending relief seeming that much closer. She hurried down the stairs, trying to keep herself from putting a hand on her ass to help her hold everything in.
Another cramp in her stomach reminded her what was about to happen.. She slipped through the students, finally making it outside and down the dirt path to where she parked her bike. As Sabrina climbed on, her stomach gave another cramp, and this time it started to push out the huge mess brewing within.
She kept pedaling, hoping that the pressure of the bike seat would buy her a few minutes. Her body however was having none of this. A wet fart slipped from her clenched ass, and she knew that in a matter of seconds she would explode. Glancing around hastily, she stopped pedaling.
Sabrina hopped off of her bike, letting it fall against the smooth dirt path. She yanked at her leggings, managing to pull them down just in time as a blast of diarrhea shot from her, splattering the bush and the leaves. It just continued, a never ending liquid mess spraying from her, coating everything within a few feet and creating a putrid smell. More than a minute later she was finally empty. She sighed and looked around. With some difficulty she managed to pull up her pants and arrange her clothes so she could at least preserve some of her dignity.
Just as she was lifting her bike off of the path, she heard the smooth voice that played on repeat in her head, the voice that belonged to the boy she was head over heels in love with.
“Brina?”
No. No no no no no. This couldn’t be happening. When she turned around, she was sure she would see an empty path, there was no way the boy she was in love with was standing there. With her eyes closed tight, she slowly turned around. As she opened her eyes, her stomach dropped. She whipped back around and attempted to get on to her bike, but she wasn’t fast enough.
Nick grabbed her shoulder, lightly, before helping her get situated. His strong hand sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, knowing what he had just witnessed.
“Brina? Are you okay? I’m getting worried about you.” He said quietly.
Sabrina nodded, and she felt his hand leave her shoulder.
“Can I come over later?” He asked.
She nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. With that she sped off towards the Spellman Sister’s mortuary, the tears starting to blur her vision. She couldn’t believe he had been there. Hadn’t she looked around? As soon as she was home, she ran up the stairs and into her room, her stomach gurgling as she slammed the door behind her.
After she had decimated the toilet, she stripped down and showered for the second time today. This time, she opted for a long shirt, pajama shorts, and a raggedy old pair of underwear.
She paced back and forth, dreading the conversation she was going to have with Nick. How was she going to explain that? He'd think she was a child that hadn’t been potty trained, especially after last week and now today. However, soon enough, there was a knock on the door.
Nick hesitated, then opened the door and stepped in. His face was one of concern. Why had she thought he’d be mad? He stepped towards her, and gently took her into his arms. She kissed him, then pulled him into her bed. She would talk to him, eventually, but she was going to push that back as long as possible. Who needed conversations when you could just have breathtaking sex?
A little while later they lay, side by side. Sabrina was exhausted. She fell asleep, seemingly unaware of the growing pressure in her bladder.
When Sabrina awoke, she was immediately aware of 2 things. One, it was dark and she was curled up to Nick, with one of his heavy arms draped around her shoulders, and two, she had to piss incredibly fucking bad. She started to get up, but quickly realized she wouldn’t be able too without waking Nick.
She knew, based on the last few incidents, once she started to leak, she had less than 10 minutes. She managed to stuff one of her hands into her shorts, holding herself as hard as possible. She looked back at Nick, who was deeply asleep.
He looked peaceful, so incredibly peaceful. Sabrina knew he hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and she couldn’t bear to wake him. She tried to distract herself by studying Nick. Suddenly, as though he could sense she was awake, he rolled onto his side and unconsciously pulled her closer into a lopsided hug.
The pressure was too much , and a stream burst out, one that took Sabrina a full 10 seconds to get back under control. Without thinking, Sabrina whimpered loudly. Nick jerked awake instantly, and let go of her.
“ARE YOU OKAY?” He asked frantically, all traces of sleep gone at once from his voice.
He flung back the covers, and gasped. Sabrina wasn’t surprised. She would probably gasp too if she saw the person she was dating curled up, hands desperately holding themselves, with a small puddle under them. She didn’t care about how she looked, she was trying to keep the flood at bay.
“Brina! Why didn’t you wake me? I’ll help you up!” He cried, reaching and lifting her as though she were no more than a rag doll. As soon as he lifted her she tried to squirm out of his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice. She whimpered again, although this time it was for a different reason.
He adjusted her, holding her to him like a baby. He either didn’t notice or care that his 17 year old girlfriend was pissing all over him. She cried, sobbed in his arms.
“I’m sorry!” She choked out between sobs.
“Hey, Brina, I’m not mad! Just calm down, okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you.” He said, holding her tight in an attempt to console her.
Her reaction alone confused him. He would never dream of hurting her, so why did she react so strongly as though he would?
After a few minutes, Sabrina was calmed down enough to talk, but as she opened her mouth to speak, Nick started talking.
“How many times have you had, you know, accidents,” he asked, his face turning a bright shade of pink as he spoke, “In the last month or so?” He added as an afterthought.
This time it was Sabrina’s turn to blush. Mentally, she started counting. There had been 6 just this week, and last week maybe 4 or 5.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I know there was a couple times last week, and now today…. is everything okay Brina?” Nick asked.
“I really don’t know why it keeps happening. You probably think I’m disgusting.” Sabrina mumbled.
“Is that what you think? That I think you’re disgusting? Brina, I don’t care. I love you, and loving you means taking care of you,” He said, quietly, “Even if that means putting you in diapers or something else, I will take care of you if you let me.” He finished.
“Diapers?” Sabrina said with a smirk.
“If that’s what you want then I’ll go pick up a pack in that pharmacy over in Riverdale,” He said, “but first I’ll get this all cleaned while you go shower or take a bath.
Sabrina nodded. It felt fast, jumping right into diapers, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was going to have to find a way to solve this issue, and she didn’t want to have to keep doing late night loads of laundry.
“Can I come with you?” She asked.
“Brina it’s almost 1, but yes if you want to you can come with, although I recommend that you take a bath first.” He said playfully.
She gave him a sheepish grin, then started stripping off her clothes.
Sabrina lowered herself into the bath, the hot water enveloping her. As she soaked, she couldn’t help but let her mind process what had just happened. Nick had calmed her, had taken care of her. She was almost sure she loved him, and one thing Sabrina did better then anything was protect and care for those she loved.
Sabrina pulled a fluffy white towel around her, and went back into her bedroom. Nick had already stripped the bed and tossed everything in the wash, and was in the process of trying to put a fitted sheet on the mattress when Sabrina walked in.
“You should probably take a shower, Nick, because i can smell you from here!” She said with a playful grin.
He rolled his eyes in an over exaggerated way, sending her his glowing smile along with it, then he decided to take her advice and head for the shower.
Sabrina made her way over to the closet. As she rummaged through it, she noticed that all of her comfortable clothes were either in the laundry or in a basket waiting to be washed. She finally found a worn grey dress that she had outgrown years ago. The hem of the dress didn't even brush her knees.
She sighed, then grabbed a pair of light purple panties with white butterflies. She really, really needed to do laundry.
The car ride passed in comfortable silence. Nick hummed along to the radio, glancing over at Sabrina every so often. Sabrina noticed that he had brought a few towels, and when she asked he had shrugged and said, “Just in case.” When they got there, Sabrina opted to stay in the car, and almost as soon as Nick left, she regretted it.
Her bladder began rapidly filling, and within 10 minutes of Nick going inside, Sabrina was starting to squirm. With no one else in the car to see her, she shoved her hands into her panties, hoping Nick would be out soon. With her bladder weak from all the strain she had been putting on it, t wasn’t long before a spurt snuck past her defenses.
Sabrina was doing a full on dance in the car, looking around desperately for Nick, but finally she couldn’t take it much longer. She grabbed the towels and lifted herself enough to shove one underneath her. Then, she took the other towels and bunched them up, shoving them between her legs.
“He’ll be back soon, you’re not gonna piss your pants, again, in your boyfriends car,” She muttered, “correction; dress. You are not going to piss this way too short dress, because you are not a child.”
However, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep the floodgates closed. Finally, a small leak trickled out, followed by another, then another. The floodgates opened and she couldn’t stop it. Her idea of towels was working, until she realized the towels she had bunched up were soaked. She managed to cut off the flow with some difficulty, but she knew that wouldn’t last long.
Just then Nick exited the store, plastic bags in tow. He unlocked the car, opened the door, and sat down, but it wasn’t until he turned to say something that he noticed the predicament she was in. He went into problem solving mode. He grabbed one of the bags, dumped it onto the backseat, grabbed the wad of wet towels, threw it into the bag, then sighed.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.
“It’s not your fault. I should’ve thought this through and not left you without access to a bathroom. Let’s just get home, okay Brina?” He said reassuringly.
They began the drive home, but they had hardly gone a mile when Nick stopped. He opened the door, walked around the car, and opened the door for Brina.
“What are you doing?” She asked, looking around, confused.
“You still have to go.” He said matter of factly. “We’re on a secluded road, in the middle of the night.”
Sabrina saw where he was going with this. She nodded, then climbed out of the car. She still had to pee pretty badly, so as soon as she was out of the car she started pissing full force, not caring about her underwear.
As she sat back in the car in her soaked underwear, she realized she had never felt this much like a child in years.
As soon as they were home, Nick leaned across the seat, kissing her goodnight. He helped her sneak inside, even helped her hide the diapers with a simple spell.
Finally he took her hand and looked straight into her eyes.
“I know this feels like a lot. We just started dating not even a few weeks ago. I meant what I said. I’ll take care of you for as long as you’ll let me, okay?” He whispered.
Sabrina nodded, a small smile sneaking onto her face. She yawned, suddenly feeling the exhaustion from a long day. He took this as a cue to leave, only turning back once to give her a hopeful smile, and then he was gone.
The next morning she woke with a start. She jumped out of bed, her stomach quickly cramping and trying to force whatever was left in her out with one giant push. She yanked her now dry panties down, scrunching her nose up once she remembered she had forgotten to take them off last night. As soon as her bare ass hit the toilet, she felt a hot liquid stream of shit erupt from her asshole, her guts bubbling and swishing as they emptied.
“For Hell’s sake, I’m never eating a burrito again!” She groaned.
Luckily, the PTA along with Principal Hawthorne had agreed that the school was going to need to shut down until the pipes could be fixed. Normally she’d have spent the day with her friends, but she wasn’t so sure she should be more than 20 feet from a toilet today.
Sabrina decided to start doing laundry, casting a glare at the short grey dress from last night. There was a large pile that Sabrina had shoved under her bed, casting a spell that locked the smell in and kept it from escaping into her room. She didn’t want her aunties to know about her accidents, so she only did laundry late in the night, but staying up every night doing laundry was not a sustainable plan, hence the huge pile under her bed.
She began to load up the wash, each price of clothing bringing back a memory of the accident that had happened in these clothes. When she pulled one particular pair of jeans out to put in the wash, she had to stop momentarily as her brain replayed the events over again, despite her protests and attempts to forget.
With the weather getting increasingly warmer and drier, she had been drinking water all day to replenish the water she was losing from sweat. That morning she had climbed on her bike only to realize something must have broken and was keeping the pedals from moving. She had handed it off to Ambrose and hurried to school, thinking nothing of it.
In her last class she had been getting increasingly desperate, but neglected using a public toilet in favor of her own. She had assumed she could just hop on her bike and be home in less than five minutes.
However, as soon as she stepped outside of the building, she remembered she had left her bike for Ambrose to fix. Her bladder had angrily spasmed, the idea of relief pushed back longer than she had expected.
As she hobbled through the forest, taking a short cut, she had to stop every few steps to grab her crotch and squeeze. By the time she was halfway home, she had leaked to the point that there was a huge baseball sized wet patch on her pale green panties, causing them to cling to her damp lips.
Step, step, spurt, step, step, spurt. By the time she had crossed the threshold onto the Spellman property, there was an apple sized set patch on her jeans, but it was barely visible unless you were staring at her crotch. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Nick standing there. She jumped, slightly, causing a small trickle of urine to push past her clenched muscles.
“Nick I’m happy you’re here but I’m about to explode so you might want to move!” She said, gently slipping past him as she tried to figure out how to get up the stairs.
“Babe, if you have to go that bad I can carry you upstairs, It’ll be quicker.” He said, lifting her up and starting up the stairs.
“Nick! Nick put me down. It's okay, really!” She cried.
It was too late. Before Nick could even move, she was pissing full force. Nick set her down as she lost control. There was a wet patch across his grey shirt.
She closed her eyes as piss poured from her, forgetting Nick was there. Her jeans grew darker down her thighs, the wet patch expanding across her ass and down the back. She moaned in relief, the feeling of the release after holding on for so long was almost orgasmic. Piss spread out around her feet, the puddle reaching nearly 3 feet in diameter before the last trickles left her. She slowly opened her eyes, panting slightly.
Nick was looking at her, his face showing his confusion. He also looked impressed. Tears of embarrassment prickled in her eyes, and she rushed up the stairs, her shoes squeaking. She looked back to see if he’d come after her, but he was already gone.
Sabrina finally came back to the present, realizing she had been clutching the now dry and stiff jeans as her mind replayed that humiliating accident. That had been the first time she had had an accident in front of Nick, however, it was not the first time she had had an accident, not even the first time that week.
She wiped away the tears, shutting the washer and going back to her room. She remembered the diapers, and an idea formed in her mind. If she was going to try diapers later with Nick, she was going to do a proper test. With that thought, she went and poured herself a large glass of water.
Later, she was drinking her 5th cup of water when she glanced at the clock, and realized she had to get ready to leave. She pulled on a dark grey skirt, and a red sweater, along with lacy black panties.
She only had two classes today at the Academy. Luckily, she didn’t have class with Blackwood. The council had investigated him and demoted him from headmaster down to a teacher, appointing Zelda headmistress in his place. He was bitter about this, and almost always took it out on Sabrina.
She slipped in to Banishing and Binding, taking a seat beside Nick. He looked over at her, his eyes glittering. He squeezed her hand, then looked forward once again. There were two pieces of rope on the table, presumably one for her and one for Nick.
“Today, class, we will be practicing the 3 knot banish. While this is a very beginner task, the next ritual we are learning next week will require you do the knot exactly right, or everything that follows will backfire rather horribly. Some students here could use a refresher course.” The teacher said, with the last part glancing at Elspeth.
Sabrina suppressed a giggle, remembering how Elspeth had messed up a simple rope binding, and had accidentally said “Min” instead of “thine” and had effectively tied her legs together for an hour, having to hop around the room like a frog.
With that, the teacher gave a brief demonstration before sending the students to practice. Nick and Sabrina rolled their eyes, but completed the steps with ease. Nick gestured towards Sabrina and she tried to say something, but all that came out was a garbled sound. Nick did the same, and he couldn’t speak either.
“Good job you two! Perfectly executed. If you followed the directions correctly, it should only last an hour, so by the end of class you too lovebirds should be able to talk all you want.” The teacher said, a proud smile across her face. After a moment she turned and walked away, leaving the two alone.
Nick tapped her, and saw that he had written something across his notebook. She leaned over and read it, a small grin spreading across her face at his messy handwriting.
“You look really pretty today”
She beamed, and grabbed her pen, adding a note of her own.
“Thank you. You look really good today too. What do we do now for the rest of class? That only took 10 minutes.”
“I wonder if she’ll let us go study in the library ;)”
Nick went up to the teacher and scribbled her a note, showing it to her. She nodded, then went back to helping some students. Nick came back towards her, grabbed their stuff, and nodded towards the door.
Once they were situated in the library, they could talk, or write, more freely without fear of being seen. Sabrina rubbed her stomach, her bladder filling rapidly. Her plan was working.
“Are you okay? You seem tense. Do you have to go?” Nick scribbled, passing her the notebook.
“I’m okay. I’m excited for later.” She wrote.
Nick smiled at her, then took out his potions textbook. Sabrina grabbed her Potions textbook, flipped it open, and started reading about the potion they were doing in class. As she studied, she felt the pressure increase, but that only furthered her excitement for what was to come.
“Now you’re going to add powdered shark eye until your potion turns a dark purple. Stir counter clockwise, then follow the directions on the board.” Hilda explained.
Sabrina did as she was told, and her potion turned a similar shade, although a bit lighter then Hilda’s. It was weird having her aunt as a teacher, but she had gotten used to it quickly. Here, Aunt Hilda told everyone to call her Hilda or Mrs. Spellman. At home, she was simply Auntie Hilda.
The bubbling of 18 cauldrons really wasn’t helping her bladder. Since she had left the library her need had gone from a low 6 to borderline 8. It felt like she was holding an entire ocean within her.
She quickly finished her potion, and sampled it when Hilda wasn’t looking. It was supposed to be almost like drinking a shot of espresso, but right away she realized her mistake. She had over stirred and missed one of the steps. Immediately she felt the contents of her bladder double, and she had to slam her thighs together quickly to keep everything in. She quickly called Aunt Hilda over.
“I think I missed a step.” She said, pointing to the now yellow potion.
“Ahh, if you forgot to add in a pinch of dried fig root, the potion would take on an immediate diuretic effect. You must have stirred two much, because that is a very vibrant yellow. Taking a sip of this would be like drinking a gallon of water. Imagine what that would do to your tummy!” Aunt Hilda rambled.
“Aunt- I mean Mrs. Spellman, I feel sick. I think the smell of the pickled pig tail is starting to get to me!” Sabrina lied, trying not to grab herself.
“No worries, happens to the best of us. How about you just head home. Class is over in 10 minutes anyway.” Aunt Hilda suggested.
“Thank you!” She said, feigning a smile. She managed to walk normally until she was under the cover of trees, and then she had to grab herself with two hands.
She hurried inside, clenching every muscle she could to hold in the flood. Somehow, Sabrina managed to make it to her room, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She grabbed some towels from her bathroom and laid them down, creating a small island of towels under her, just in case she leaked.
She held on still, dancing and squirming. Finally she heard the door unlock, followed by Nick calling out for Sabrina.
“Up here!” She responded.
He came in, and, seeing how desperate she was, grabbed a diaper immediately. Sabrina laid down, crossing her legs and holding on as best she could. Nick slipped the diaper under her and taped up the tabs. He stood up, helping Sabrina to her feet beside him.
Almost immediately she let go, the room filling with the hissing sound as she flooded her diaper. She tossed her head back and sighed, the feeling of the diaper puffing up around her the best thing she had ever felt.
Nick watched as the diaper swelled up, the indicators on the side changing colors as Sabrina continued using her diaper. He was worried it would leak, but from where he was it seemed to contain the liquid well.
Sabrina just kept going, determined to figure out how much the diaper really could take. However, even after nearly two minutes of peeing, the diaper still hadn’t leaked. As her stream trickled to a stop, she moved her legs and bottom and realized that the diaper had contained every drop.
“I- That wasn’t so bad.” She mumbled bashfully, looking at Nick.
He smiled, then reached his arms around her waist, giving her padded butt a pat.
“Looks like someone needs a change.” |
Hello! I’ve been lurking on here for awhile now, and thought I’d give a shot at writing my own story. This story is completely fictional.
Here are some details (if you don’t want to read these, skip to the next paragraph). This story will be mainly from the perspective of Savannah, the girlfriend. I might try out switching to Nathan, the boyfriend’s perspective in the future. Savannah and Nathan are both 21 years old, in their third year of college. Savannah is 5’8, with light blonde wavy hair and blue eyes. She’s thin, but also slightly muscular. Nathan is 6’0 even, with dark dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He’s medium build, and also pretty muscular. Now, onto the story.
”Where is he?” Savannah thought to herself as she sat at a table in the diner, waiting for her boyfriend, Nathan to arrive. They were going to eat dinner at the diner, then take an walk to a bar about 5 minutes away to meet up with friends. Afterwards, they would take an Uber to Savannah’s apartment, where Nathan would spend the night.
Savannah became so lost in thought thinking about tonight’s plans, that she almost missed Nathan come in through the door, and walk towards the table where she was sitting.
”Hey, Sav! Sorry I’m late,” he apologized as he sat down across from her, “The Uber was late picking me up.”
”No worries!” Savannah smiled, looking at him. “Wow,” she thought to herself, as she stared into his gleaming hazel eyes, “I could get lost in them forever.”
”Are you ready to order?” Nathan asked as he slid his menu to the edge of the table.
”Yep!” She replied enthusiastically as she flagged down a waitress. She ordered two slices of cheese pizza and a medium chocolate milkshake. Nathan ordered a cheeseburger with a side of fries and a large root beer float.
They continued talking for about 10 minutes before the waitress brought out their order. As they ate their food, they talked and joked around. When they were finished, they paid, tipped the waitress, and left.
As they walked out the door, Savannah’s phone buzzed. It was her friend Alyssa, letting her know the rest of the group had just arrived at the bar. They were meeting their friends Alyssa, Katie, and Josh. She replied saying they were one their way now, and slipped her phone back into her pocket.
”Who was that?” Nathan asked as they started walking in the direction of the bar.
”Alyssa,” Savannah answered, “They all just got to the bar,” Savannah looked at her boyfriend. He was staring at her. “What?” She giggled.
Nathan smiled, and blushed slightly, “I- I don’t know. You just- you just look really beautiful.” He quickly looked down, blushing even more. Savannah was beaming. She and Nathan had been dating for 6 months, and he’d been there for her through so much.
They arrived at the bar shortly, where their friends were waiting inside.
”Finally!” Exclaimed Alyssa as she ran up and hugged Savannah. Katie followed right behind her. Josh waved as he sat at the table.
“Hi Nathan!” Katie and Alyssa said in unison, after they finished hugging Savannah.
”Hey,” he replied as they all walked to the table.
They sat at the table and talked for about 10 minutes.
”I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” Josh called as he walked to the bar. The girls and Nathan continued talking as Josh grabbed drinks for everyone. After a couple of minutes, he called Katie over to help carry the drinks back to the table.
”Hey, I have to pee. I’ll be right back.” Alyssa told Savannah as she walked off to the bathroom.
Savannah and Nathan sat their silently. Savannah was about to say something, when she noticed Nathan tapping his feet on the ground. “Maybe he has to-,” she thought, before she stopped herself, “no, don’t get ahead of yourself. There’s no way he has to pee. We’ve only been out for an hour.” But as she continued to think about it, she realized that he’d gotten really quiet a few minutes before. Nathan was a little shy, but not around their friends. Or her for that matter.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Josh and Katie coming back to the table with their drinks. Alyssa came back shortly after, and they all started talking and drinking. Nathan seemed to be fine, though a little quiet, so Savannah just brushed off her thoughts from before.
After about an hour of talking, and lots of drinking, Savannah had to pee.
“I have to pee.” she said, getting up.
”Me too.” Katie agreed, getting up with her.
”Same here.” Alyssa joined in.
”I’m gonna go get more drinks.” Said Josh gesturing towards the bar. They all headed off, leaving Nathan at the table by himself. As the girls approached the bathroom door, Savannah turned around to looked back at the table. Just as she looked over, Nathan scooted to the front of his chair, pressed his thighs together tightly, and quickly squeezed himself with one hand.
“I knew it!” Savannah thought, as she turned back around and went into the bathroom
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The girls finished up in the bathroom, left, and walked back to table. Josh was still at the bar getting drinks, and Nathan was still seated at the table. As the girls approach the table, he straightened back up and sat back in a normal position.
”Hey.” Savannah said as they sat down. Nathan smiled, but didn’t say anything. Just then, Josh returned with their drinks.
”Drink up!” He exclaimed, setting the tray full of drinks on the table. Everyone quickly grabbed one, besides Nathan, who hesitantly reached over and slowly picked one up.
”Are you okay?” Savannah whispered in Nathan’s ear.
”I’m fine.” He managed. The others hadn’t seemed to notice, but Savannah had, and Nathan did not look fine.
After another half an hour, they finished their drinks and payed their tab. Savannah ordered an Uber for her and Nathan, and Alyssa ordered one for the rest of the group.
They said their goodbyes, and walked outside. The Uber Alyssa ordered had arrived, and her, Katie, and Josh climbed in. The Uber pulled away, and Savannah and Josh stood waiting outside.
Savannah looked over at Nathan, and noticed he was shaking and had his hand buried in his pockets.
“Are you okay?” she asked him. He looked slightly startled, as if he had just been pulled from deep concentration.
”Yeah, I’m just cold.” he shrugged in response. Savannah brushed it off. It was cold, but not very much. She knew he was lying, but didn’t want to bring it up and embarrass him or anything.
After a few minutes of silence, their Uber pulled up and they climbed in the back seat. Savannah sat in the middle, with Nathan to her right. The ride back to her apartment would be about 30 minutes.
After about five minutes, Nathan was still shaking. The driver had loud music playing, so he wouldn’t have been able to hear anything they said.
”Are you sure you’re okay?” Savannah whispered to Nathan, slightly concerned. He nodded, without saying anything.
Another 10 minutes had passed, and they were about halfway to Savannah’s, when Nathan tapped her on the shoulder. She looked over at him. His thigh were pressed together tightly, and he had his hands between his legs.
”Sav, I really have to pee.” He admitted, not looking at her.
”Finally!” She thought to herself. “He finally admitted it!”
”How long have you had to go?” She asked, placing her hand on his back.
He hesitated. “Since a little after we got to the bar.” He tensed a little.
”That was almost two hours ago,” Savannah said, surprised, “and you’ve probably five drinks since then.” She continued, concerned.
”I know,” he replied, his voice shaky, “and it’s getting really bad.” He squeezed his thighs together even tighter. He still wouldn’t look at her. Savannah could tell he was embarrassed, but she wanted to know more.
”Why didn’t you say anything before?” She placed her other hand on his shoulder. He flinch slightly.
”I- I don’t know-“ he stuttered, “I don’t like going in public bathrooms,” he turned his head towards her slightly, “and I- I don’t really like telling people when I have to go. I get embarrassed.” He looked back down.
“It’s okay. We’ll be back to my place soon,” she said sympathetically, “Can you make it?”
”I hope so.” He said with a quiver in his voice. Savannah laid her head on his shoulder and rubbed his back.
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They finally pulled onto Savannah’s street after about 10 minutes. Savannah sat up and nudged Nathan’s shoulder.
”We’re almost there.” She said assuringly. Nathan straightened up in his seat, his legs shaking.
The driver pulled to the entrance of the parking lot, and stopped the car. Nathan flung the door opened and quickly climbed out. Savannah hurried out after him. When she was out of the car, she turned, thanked the driver, and shut the door. The driver pulled away quickly, and Savannah turned around.
When she turned, she saw Nathan. He was slightly hunched over, with his arms crossed over his stomach, his legs crossed, and his thigh pressed together tightly. She gasped quietly.
”I have to go so bad,” Nathan whimpered, “It hurts.” Savannah ran over to him.
”It’s okay,” she said encouragingly, “Come on. Let’s hurry and go inside.” She started walking, but stopped almost immediately.
”I can’t,” he was trembling, “It’s really bad. If I move, I think I’m going to pee myself.” Savannah could see the tears in his eyes. She hated seeing him in so much pain.
”Yes you can!” She reassured him, “I know you can! We’re almost there, you’re gonna be okay.” That seemed to encourage him slightly. He took a deep breath, uncrossed his legs, and stood up straight. He was still trembling.
”Hurry! I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” They started walking across the parking lot. Savannah rushed quickly, so she could open the door. Nathan followed behind her, trying to keep up, and desperately trying not to piss himself.
They got to the door of the apartment complex, and Savannah quickly pulled out her keys.
”Please hurry!” Nathan begged, bouncing up and down in desperation. After a few seconds, Savannah had unlocked the door. Just as she opened the door, she heard a small gasped.
”Shit,” Nathan cried. His hands flew to his crotch. “I just leaked. Shit. I have to go so bad!” They stood there for a few seconds before he finally seemed to get it under control.
”Come on! You can do it! You’re almost there!” Savannah continued to encourage. Nathan straightened up, and the hurried inside. They rushed down the hall to the elevator, and Savannah pressed the up arrow. Nathan danced in place as they waited.
Once the elevator doors opened up, they quickly stepped inside. Savannah pressed the button for the 6th floor, and the doors closed. Nathan leaned against the wall with his legs crossed, squirming.
The elevator went up slowly, floor by floor. With each floor, Nathan seemed to be getting more and more desperate. He stood there in constant motion, crossing and uncrossing his legs, shifting from foot to foot, and biting his lip. The elevator reached the 4th floor, and Nathan’s hands flew back to his crotch.
”Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he exclaimed, “Shit! I leaked again. It’s not stopping!” Savannah watched as he squeezed tightly both hands, legs crossed, rocking back and forth on his feet. “It stopped. It stopped. Fuck, I really have to pee! It’s so bad! It hurts so bad!” He cried.
Savannah hated seeing him in so much pain. She walked over and rubbed his back. She noticed the wet spot around his crotch. It was about the size of a softball.
“Sav, I don’t think I can hold it. It’s so bad. It really hurts.” He whimpered.
”Yes you can! We’re almost to my floor. You can make.” She looked up, they were almost to the 6th floor.
”I don’t think I can. I’m gonna pee my pants,” he was trembling.
Just then, the elevator doors opened up. They had reached the 6th floor. Nathan saw this, and straightened up.
”You can make it.” Savannah repeated.
They hurried out of the elevator, and moved as fast as they could towards Savannah’s apartment. She lived in apartment 623. They passed by apartment after apartment. Nathan’s hands were now permanently on his crotch.
They finally reached Savannah’s apartment, and she pulled out her keys to unlock the door. Nathan was bouncing up and down with his legs crossed, as she fumbled to put the key in the door.
”Sav, I’m about to pee myself! Please hurry!”
Savannah finally managed to get the key in the lock, and quickly unlocked the door.
Nathan ran inside and headed straight for the bathroom. Savannah shut the door, set her stuff down, and took her shoes off.
”Shit!” Nathan called from the bathroom, “Savannah!”
Savannah ran to the bathroom. She found Nathan hunched over the toilet, hands buried in his crotch.
“My belt. Can you undo it? Please. I can’t get it. I’m about to pee myself!” Nathan begged desperately. Savannah walked over to him, and started to undo his belt. Nathan whimpered as her hands brushed over his bladder. Finally, she managed to undo his belt.
”Can you unzip my pants too, please?” Savannah knew he was about to lose it. She quickly undid his pants and backed up. Nathan reached one hand into his pants, pulled his sick out, and immediately started peeing. He leaned forward against the wall and sighed. Savannah watched, as he peed for probably at least two whole minutes.
When he finished he shook his dick, and quickly tucked himself back in.
”Better?” Savannah asked. Nathan nodded. He walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her.
”I love you.” he whispered.
”I love you, too.” She whispered back.
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That’s it! Hope you liked it!
Edited December 10, 2020 by OmoBabe56
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So, this is my first attempt to write a girl-on-girl story. I hope it comes out as realistic enough, and that you like it. Looking forward to hear your comments!
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"This isn't what I pictured in my mind when you said 'motorhome adventure in the alpine lakes district'", I pant. "I imagined a lot more more lake shores and sun loungers and caravaning and way less steep dirt trails."
"Oh, stop moaning and enjoy it, Laura. Look around. It's beautiful."
True. It is beautiful. The trail levels out and we reach a wide plateau. The woods open and it's all grassland, with a single tree in the middle. It's not the top of the mountain, far from it, but it might as well be. The view over the valley and the lake below is unimpeded and really stunning.
But it’s also true that, although not exactly in the same way I’m hinting at it in the discussion, I had a completely different scenario in mind when Claudia, my closest friend and girl crush, invited me for a 'girls-only summer adventure for two', to use her own words. To be fair, in all the time I’ve known her, she’s never given any hint of being lesbian or at least bi, and I never mustered the courage to test those grounds in fear of ruining our friendship, but a girl can hope.
She leaves her backpack under the tree and walks towards the edge of the plateau, looking at the horizon. I leave my backpack next to hers and drag myself to the same edge where she’s standing, panting heavily. Claudia runs a hand through her short black hair. She closes her eyes while taking a breath of the fresh and fragrant mountain air, and says, “Take a deep breath you too, Lou. Savour this. It’ll make you less grumpy.”
“Taking a seat and savouring sandwiches will make me less grumpy, not fog-shrouded rocks, Clod”, I reply. Also something else that I’m waiting for eagerly would improve my mood considerably, even though I’d never dare speaking of it. I eyeball Claudia with all the nonchalance I can muster until I see those certain signs I learned to recognize.
“Fair enough, wait a sec”, she says, and unbuttons her shorts. She squats right next to me and starts peeing, staring in the distance, occasionally glancing down to check whether she’s making a mess of her hiking boots or not. She puts an elbow on her knee, and rests her chin on her palm.
My heart races. I try my best to hide it. I cannot even muster the courage to confess that I am attracted by girls, how could I ever admit that I’m turned on by girls peeing? It was a major surprise (in a positive way) discovering that Claudia is so open about doing it in nature. She’s always been a blunt tomboy type, so I guess it’s in character. This nonchalance of hers really drives me crazy.
I hear a soft thumping noise on the grass. I try my best to remain stoic, to refrain myself from giving constant glances at the golden stream that arches away from somewhere under her cute dark bush. She brings me abruptly back to reality: “Yes, I really have to do it. Or better, I honestly cannot see why not. We’ve already been through this, Lou. Several times.”
“I… What...?”
“I see you’re trying – and failing miserably, I might add – to mask your constant peeking down here; I’m not blind and you’re not as subtle as you think. There’s no one around, I see no reason to bother going all the way back to the woods for just a quick piss, and miss this panorama on top of it.”
Thank God she misunderstood what I was doing. My brain quickly switches gear, trying to latch on her rant. “Well, the… it’s unfeminine.. and I am around!” Part of my brain scolds me: ‘bad Laura! Do not downplay it! Take some chances!’ My brain clearly doesn’t know what it’s talking about.
“Oooh, what a scandal”, Claudia says, stone-faced. “I behave as if we’re close friends and both women, how inconsiderate of me. Do you see anything you don’t have or do yourself, down here?” I doubt she’d like the true answer to that question and I lack the wit to tackle her sarcasm, so I keep my mouth shut.
The stream ends. Claudia bounces up and down a little a couple of times, and wipes with a paper tissue she then keeps in her hand for later disposal in our trash bag (always an environment conscious girl, my Claudia). “Suit yourself. Go back to the woods if you wish, we can’t have the occasional sparrow see you go potty, can we?”
I do actually have to pee too, so I let the topic drop and walk to the nearest cluster of trees, thinking that there’s nothing I’d love more than to be able to squat right next to her. It would be the closest thing to actually fulfilling certain fantasies I keep in a very secret corner of my brain, but I can’t. She’d notice that something is off. That I’d be nervous. That my blushing would not just be due to embarrassment. Heck, she’d notice that I am incredibly wet! Try to justify the current state of my downstairs without giving away the whole thing, if you can.
I Find a patch of trees with a pine in the middle. I squat next to the pine and lean my back against it. I close my eyes. The stream starts and thumps against the pine’s roots. I instinctively slip my hand down, teasing the sides of my pussy as I pee. I feel warm mist near my fingers. I can almost perceive the strength of the stream through my labia. I press my fingers against them.
“Clod...” I whisper.
I realize what I’m doing and, with a considerable dose of self control, deny myself further fun or pleasure. The only concession I make to myself is to rub my middle finger between my pussy lips after the stream has ended, then bring it to my mouth and slowly suck it. I close my eyes. Moan as the salty drop falls on my tongue. So much for my ‘proper, feminine girl’ fake rants. But that’s exactly what turns me on of this whole thing. I should not like it. It’s the wrong thing to do. It’s so dirty. So naughty. Therefore so hot. I can’t help myself. I love it…
I realize I’m slipping back into The Zone and I cannot let it happen now and here, so I shake myself out of it, drag my pants back up on my pussy, which is still still rather wet with both pee and arousal (I wonder what Claudia would think if she’d knew that the inside of my pants is often decorated on purpose by a tiny wet patch!), and make my way back to my friend.
Claudia is rustling in the backpacks, and absent-mindedly gives me a box of sanitized tissues. I clean my hands. She seems in a thoughtful mood. Did I offend her?
“Hey, Clod, is it all right? Did I say a word too much earlier?”
She shakes out of her pensive state. “What? Oh, no! Don’t worry. Just… reflecting on stuff. The alpine landscape encourages it, I guess… Nothing to worry about. Nothing bad. All clear”
Enigmatic answer. I let it drop to avoid stirring up the hornet’s nest. We unpack our sandwiches and enjoy our picnic.
…
I’m lying in my bed. Claudia is straddled above my crotch, gently rocking her hips back and forward. She’s wearing only cute grey panties. It’s the first time I’ve seen her naked. Well, mostly naked. Her body is exactly how I imagined it. Uniformly bronzed. Beautiful. Perfect. Round boobs with perky pink nipples stare at me, hypnotizing me with their gentle movement.
“Clod...” I whisper.
No answer. She doesn’t talk. She stops rocking her hips and close her eyes.
I feel warmth and wetness on my crotch. It spreads.
“Your pee… feels so good...” I moan.
I decide to contribute to the magic of the moment. I start leaking. Warmth and wetness increase.
“Clod...” I repeat.
Now the pee feels… more tangible. More real. I feel my pyjama getting soaked. It pools under my buttcheeks and under my thighs. So much wetter and warmer than Claudia’s pee… So much sexier...
Something clicks in my brain.
Shit.
My eyes open wide. The room and Claudia vanish. There’s only darkness, punctuated with silvery highlights of shapes here and there.
Shit!Shit!Shit!
It was a dream. With an unfortunate tail end in the real world, though. I experimentally reach down with a hand. My pyjama pants are soaked. The bedding is damp. Probably damp enough to pass through the sheets and reach the camping mattress underneath. Normally, an accident caused by a naughty dream would turn me on, and lead to further deliberate leaking and fun. I’m panicking too much for that, right now.
SHITSHITSHITSHIT!
I am fully awake. It all comes back to me. We are in the motorhome. The night after the mountain hike. Claudia is in the opposite bed, just a few feet away from me. I listen carefully. Is that rustling? The noise of her turning in her bed? I hear her breathing; is it a bit heavy, a bit off, or am I paranoid? Hopefully she’s sleeping and has not noticed a thing.
What do I do? I can’t pretend nothing has happened and let the night pass: by tomorrow morning the motorhome will reek of stale pee. Nor I can get up and change pyjama and bedding: it’ll cause such a ruckus that Claudia would definitely wake up and catch me red-handed.
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!
I raise the sheets to evaluate the problem. A whiff of pee reaches my nose. I curl my nostrils. Another thing that would normally turn me on, that now only manages to increase my agitation.
“Lou?”
I’m paralysed. Was the noise I made moving the sheets loud enough to wake Claudia up?
“Are you awake?” Her voice was kinda weird. Startled, maybe?
I hear rustling. Taps of naked feet on the floor. A hand touches me.
“Clod!” I scream. “No, I...”
The tips of the fingers of another hand touch my hip. I instinctively retract. Bad move, it leaves the damp patch exposed.
“Clod, don’t… I… had an accident...” for the first time in quite a long while I feel humiliated for having peed my bed.
I can feel her hand exploring the wet spot on the bedding. Then it reaches for my hips again. I can’t retract any further, my butt is already against the motorhome’s wall.
“Lou, you peed… You were dreaming...”
I might have had a heart attack there. Did I spoke during the dream? Is there a hole around here I can go hide myself in? A very deep one, preferably?
The light turns on, and I definitely have the second hart attack. Claudia is above me, a bit flushed. Wearing only panties and an unbuttoned shirt; her breasts are barely hidden. When she retracts her hand from the light switch, a nipple, slightly darker and somewhat larger and puffier than what I imagined in the dream, dodges the edge of the shirt and peeks out. A constellation of three tiny moles on the inside of her boob stares at me and challenges me to look somewhere else. I wish I could peel my eyes off it.
“This morning… I saw...” she ventures. Great. Throw everything you’ve got at me, universe! Go all in. Do you have one of those meteorites, maybe? I fancy one shooting straight to the middle of my forehead now.
“Claudia, I’m very sorry. I don’t know what caught me, I...” I blurt.
“No, listen. I was upset. I felt you were taking advantage of me. You should’ve said how you felt when you saw me pee.”
My heart sunk. “So, you understood all of...”
“Yes. I saw what you did behind that tree.”
“Sorry...” I am mortified.
“I said listen. I saw your face. How flushed and horny you looked. It made me… think. You made it look very pleasurable… very exciting...”
Time freezes with one of those breaks screeching noise you’d hear in movies. This isn’t where I imagined this conversation would go.
“I...”, she continues. “I’m trying to think how to explain it...” Claudia not knowing how to put something to words? That’s surprising. “Well, there’s no other way. I tried myself when we came home.”
“What?”
“Yeah… in the shower...”
“You d...” I try to interject, but Claudia is a river in flood.
“It turned me on. I was surprised. I… I felt the horniest I’ve been in quite some time. I could not stop thinking about it for the whole evening. I was… thinking… about it right now...”
“Does... that mean what I think it means?”
“I was touching myself. For the, I believe, third time since the shower.”
I could comment how I did notice that she kinda spent a lot of time in both the shower and the privy this evening, but my mouth is too dry to speak, and my brain is racing too fast to form any coherent thought or sentence.
I feel her hand on my hip again. It’s moving upwards.
“My fantasy keeps going there… But It’s not fully satisfied. I can’t deny there’s a Lou-shaped hole in that fantasy...”
Are people supposed to survive three heart attacks in a row?
Claudia’s fingers lightly touch the edge of my pyjama pants. On the second pass, the middle finger slips in the valley where my leg meets my crotch. It is indeed damp in there, but that didn’t scare her exploring fingers. After an initial, short lived, hesitation, they actually dig deeper in the wetness.
I instinctively close my legs. Her hesitation this time is longer. She’s holding her breath.
“Am I pushing it too far? Sorry...” she starts.
I am the biggest idiot in the universe. My crush tells me that she is fantasizing about me and my secret fetish, and I’m giving the wrong message. I am about to ruin everything. A primitive corner of my brain takes over and I found myself shouting a “NO!”
I blush. Put the leash back on the lizard brain, and add “No, please... Don’t go...”
Emboldened by my reaction, her hand returns where it was. Her middle finger finds the outline of my pussy through the pants and starts gently rubbing along it. I moan.
She bends over me. I feel her lips on my neck. They are soft, wet and warm. The second kiss lands right beneath my ear, where the neck meets the jaw. I can only arch my head back to expose more of the neck, and moan again, my eyes closed, savouring the moment.
I hear an unexpected whisper: “can you pee?”
I open my eyes. Her face moved right above mine. “Like… now?”
“Yeah.”
I am still feeling her fingers on my pussy. She’s asking me to pee on her hand. My heart is beating so fast I am convinced it’ll end up busting out of the chest.
I hold my breath for a second. I still had lots of pee left when I woke up, but now I can’t squeeze out a single drop.
She must’ve misinterpreted my hesitation, because she starts, “Sorry, I shouldn’t insist...”, but she stops when finally, pushing with every single muscle of my body, I manage to release a little spurt.
The hissing is short but unmistakable. Equally unmistakable is the warmer patch forming over the already wet crotch of my pants.
She’s surprised. Her hand stops for a second, then it opens and grabs my whole crotch.
Hormones take control and I restart peeing without restrictions. I close my eyes again and moan as my stream escapes the thin fabric of the pyjama and hits Claudia’s palm. Pleasurable warmth spreads between my legs.
She squeezes the fabric splitting the stream into dozens of tiny rivulets that drop on the bed. “Oh my God”, she whispers. Her right hand darts towards her own panties. The left one lets the fabric go and moves upwards, rubbing against the wet pyjama. When it reaches my belly, it quickly digs into my pants.
Claudia’s fingers are touching my pussy. Playing with my labia. That though barges in my brain and shoves aside all the others.
Her wrist movement bends and lower my pants a little, exposing my crotch just as my stream ends. She is staring at it. A final yellow spurt hits her hand and the inside of my pants.
The tip of her fingers dip inside a small pool of warm pee formed between my legs, unable to be absorbed further. I am panting. She is transfixed on her hand, soaking wet.
She drags her hand out of my pants. The tip of her middle finger inadvertently rubs against my clit. That sends an electric shock down my spine. I gasp loudly. She stops for a minute, surprised.
I impulsively move to a somewhat sitting position and reach out to grab her arm and bring her soaked hand to my mouth. I kiss her palm, stick my tongue out and drag it up over the middle finger, licking tiny golden drops off her skin. The other fingers soon follow. My tongue is happy to report a very familiar salty taste. With a final kiss, I finally let her arm go.
Claudia looks at her hand.
“Was that… good…? The taste…? You… like it?”
“Mmmhmm”
Claudia bends towards me. She puts the hand I was licking on the mattress, near my hips, and kisses me on the mouth all of a sudden. It’s a warm, wet and passionate kiss. Her tongue licks my lips. I am surprised at first, but I quickly get engulfed by the pleasure of the moment and return the kiss.
“I wanted a sample too.” She says with a wink.
Claudia climbs on the mattress, straddling over my legs. I put my hands on her hips, gently moving them upwards. The movements parts her shirt, fully exposing her boobs. I hesitantly kiss her between them. She arches her back, offering me her chest. I smile. My heart is racing. I kiss again, on those three moles that have been taunting me for the past ten minutes. I stick out the tip of my tongue and gently lick from there to the top of her boob. My right arm wraps around her back, while the left one restart wandering around, feeling her warm, soft skin.
When my tongue reaches the nipple, I circle around the edge of her areola, feeling the texture of that sensitive area, registering every little bump. I fully open my mouth and press it against the nipple, and suck it all in. I move my hand up to grab the boob, and gently squeeze to make it stick out more. Claudia moans and puts one arm over my shoulder, touching and caressing the back of my head. I suck her nipple one, two, three times. It gets hard. I flick it with my tongue. Her hand grabs onto the little hair at the scruff of my neck.
Claudia leans back, and that’s my chance. I put my hand on her crotch, while I keep kissing her nipple. I feel some dampness. I smile. With my thumb on her Venus mound, I slid my fingers down, exploring to find her labia through the fabric. My manoeuvrers make her pant. She starts rocking her hips in synch with the movement of my hand, panting and moaning.
“Lou…?”
“Mmm?” I mumble, her nipple still inside my mouth.
“I...”
I am inexorable. Ignoring whatever she’s trying to tell me, I keep caressing downstairs and licking upstairs.
“Lou, I need…”
I pause and raise my sight. Her eyes are closed, her face ecstatic. There is however a hint of concern in her expression.
She registers that my stimulations are paused and looks down.
“Lou… Well…” She bites her lower lip. “There is a reason why I was awake...”
“Weren’t you touching yourself?”
“Yeah, but… Well, it was because I woke up with a certain need...”
“Clod?”
“I… needed to pee… and since this afternoon in the shower, it kinda triggers the itch to touch myself...”
“You need to go now?”
“...Yes.”
I start again rubbing my fingers on her pussy, staring her in the eyes. I deliberately indulge longer on the little dome of her clit, easily felt through her thin panties.
She moans. “That makes it harder to keep it in!”
“It’s what I hope.”
“Nnngh.”
My hands are undeterred. “I already flooded this bed. Go. I’ve been wanting this for ages...”
“It’s hard...”
My middle and pointer fingers wander to one side, finding the edge of the leg hole of her panties. They dig in the smooth silky valley where the leg meets the crotch, then they sneak under the panties and drag them on one side. My fingers explore her private areas, feeling her pussy lips, feeling some thick moistness inside them, and finally finding both her pussy hole and her pee hole. I do not break eye contact during all this.
The point of my middle finger starts to tease the edge of her pee hole. I smile cheekily. She squeezes her eyes.
Then, all of a sudden, I feel a fast, high pressure spurt on the tip of my finger. She gasps.
“No, continue” I say, gently.
I feel her pelvic muscles contract. She’s squeezing. Another drop reached my finger. I am dying to bring it to my mouth and taste it, but I have to resist for another moment.
A second drop. Then a third one, at a shorter interval. The fourth and fifth come almost together, then the stream starts. My fingers makes the hissing louder, and warm droplets splash around. The stream hits my lower belly. It’s warm. The drops pitter-patter on my skin. I sigh at the feeling.
The pee flows down, over my already soaked panties, to pool between my legs, joining and mixing with the little pool of my own that is already there.
I move my wet hand on her leg. The stream is in full force. Claudia’s pee warms my crotch and the inside of my thighs. Rivulets occasionally take another path and drops near her knees, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She is breathing heavily. I use the arm wrapped around her back to push her towards me. I kiss her boobs one more. The change of position makes the pee stream move from my belly to my leg, very close to my crotch.
I’ve been going on entirely on instinct until this moment. For some reason the realization hits me like a brick right now. I am kissing Claudia’s tits while she is peeing on my lap. This is more than a dream come true. Grasping the thought, I start sucking at her boobs with renewed passion.
The pee stream sputters for a minute as she gasps, then restarts. It is loosing force, though. This is the right moment to bring my hand back down there. My fingers slip on the side of her pussy, moving up and down and lightly rubbing her labia a couple of times. Then they close. The hissing changes pitch, the stream enclosed for a second in my cupped palm. Then my finger finds her pussy hole and slips in. Pee flows around my wrist for the tail end of theshow as I start to move my finger inside her. I explore the inside of her vagina, soak in the feeling of the texture of her inside, the moisture that coats it. I hear contractions around my finger as she moans. I explore the front side of her vagina with the tip of my finger, making a kind of restricted “come here” movement, while pushing against the backside of her pussy hole at the same time.
Claudia screams with pleasure. A small but violent pee spurt splashes out. I feel my finger coated with her juices, and start rubbing faster. Claudia is rocking her hips, following my movements, and pushes my head against her chest.
“Lou! Lou!” she screams, louder as I start moving even faster. My mouth won’t let her nipple go.
Claudia is now moaning loudly. She bends over, leaning against my head, and screams. Another violent spurt hits my palm, as familiar contractions around my fingers tell me she is having a powerful orgasm.
I feel her body relax, resting against mine. I peck a sweet kiss on her shoulder. I pull my finger out of her, but my hand remains in the area, still slowly massaging her pussy. She is panting heavily, resting against my shoulder. I feel her chest raising and lowering, her boobs gently brushing mine at each breath. I land another gentle kiss, this time on her cheek.
Her head bends over my shoulder, her breathing slowing down progressively as we cuddled. I feel a peck at the base of my neck. I smile. Claudia…
A second kiss on the neck. A third one. Something’s picking up. Her kisses trail towards my cheek, then she pushes me down on the mattress and kisses me on the lips. She moves her leg. She’s not straddling me anymore. She lies next to me. She gives me another long, passionate kiss, then she looks straight in my eyes. She smiles. My heart starts racing again. Another quick kiss. “Your turn, now”, she says. Another kiss prevents me from replying anything.
Her hand slips from my shoulder, down, dragging the tip of her fingers all along her body, reaching for my crotch. It slips again inside my soaked panties.
Her fingers move in a circular pattern around my clit. It is still swollen and highly sensitive, all the arousal of what I just did to Claudia still flowing through me. I moan loudly as soon as she lifts her mouth from mine.
Claudia must realize how aroused I am, because she quickly moves her fingers down. I feel her middle and ring finger slip inside me, starting to pump.
Her thumb lands slightly above my clit, pushing on it gently. Her fingers slipping back and forth inside me, faster and faster. It takes merely a few seconds to make me cum. I scream. A quick spurt of pleasure juice coats Claudia’s hands. I am over the moon. I cannot believe this is really happened.
She cuddles me as I regain my breath, then, somehow, sometime, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, on my pee soaked bed.
Indeed, our motorhome adventure turned out to be not what I had in my mind when Claudia proposed it. It’s so much better than anything my fantasy could’ve ever thought of.
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Here's something new I've been working on. A more innocent and relatively lighthearted story, while still having lots of fear accidents. Hope you enjoy!
“Run! Run!!” Valery screamed to her friend. It took all of her willpower to wait a second and ensure Morgan had begun to flee, before starting her own flight. An arrow whistled through the air, sailing just by Valery’s ear before embedding itself into the dirt road. Behind the pair, the vicious snarling and howling of a pack of gnolls filled the air, along with a light hail of arrows and thrown spears. Valery heard a metallic clang, and felt something strike the back of her breastplate. She gasped sharply, fearing the worst, but when she didn’t fall over dead, she figured her armor must’ve actually saved her.
She blinked away tears, and choked back the bile in her throat, concentrating only on outrunning the gnolls. Beside her, the young mage was clearly struggling to keep up. Morgan was never particularly fit, and as terrible as this little exercise was to Valery, she knew it must’ve been ten times worse on Morgan. Additionally, Morgan had no armor, meaning when one of these arrows hit the target, Morgan was a goner. Valery quietly cursed the fact that she was the only one of them with any protection, “Do not stop running, no matter what!”
It seemed like Morgan needed no convincing, but Valery slowed her own pace down, until she was just behind the mage. Though it was hardly what she wanted to focus on, the sudden foul smell she detected as soon as she was behind her friend was difficult to ignore. She could hardly blame her, though; there weren’t many good reasons to soil yourself, but this was absolutely one of them. She lifted her shield arm up, high enough to cover her own head and Morgan’s back. Sure enough, something slammed into it, and then something even heavier impacted the shield, nearly knocking the young fighter over. She quietly pushed away the mental images of what would’ve happened if she hadn’t moved to intercept the shots.
Morgan stumbled a little. Her thin arms weren’t pumping energetically as she ran, more flailing wildly. Her rapid footsteps became uneven. Exhaustion was taking her, and in just a couple of moments, she would collapse. Valery’s muscles screamed in agony, as well. Another howl sundered the air, hurting her ears, but this one sounded distant. Strangely, what followed was quiet. The snarling had stopped. There wasn’t much time to think about the implications of it, as Morgan finally crumpled to the ground with a groan and a whimper.
Out of options, Valery spun around, shield and sword ready. She would have to stand her ground and hope for a miracle. Except… it looked as though the miracle had already come. The gnolls were backing off, their terrifying hyena-like faces disappearing into the brush. Many of them still looked at the women, mouths watering and fangs bared, yet they still retreated. It finally dawned on her that the great howl a second ago was a command of sorts. Some sort of gnoll alpha had called them back. For what reason, she couldn’t even begin to guess, but it was exactly the miracle she needed.
Valery fell down to the ground, landing on her rear, and panting heavily. She muttered prayer after prayer to the gods, thanking them for sparing the two. At some point during the ordeal, her hair tie had come loose, and her platinum blonde hair now hung messily down to her shoulders, and in her face. Her clothes were ripped and torn all over. Her brown pants (which she supposed would’ve been of more use to Morgan) were mostly undamaged, but her green tunic was falling apart, save for the bits covered by her cheap breastplate. Once she’d finally caught her breath, and the unpleasant odor of her friend’s accident had become intolerable, she got to her feet to check on the unconscious mage.
Morgan had fainted, and showed no signs of stirring. Despite the terror and mortal peril they’d just endured, the dark-skinned mage looked more like she was sleeping soundly, without a care in the world. Her long black hair had a bunch of leaves in it, and she needed to change her underwear, but otherwise she looked downright peaceful. Her blue robes covered her accident pretty well, too.
When enough of her strength had returned, Valery scooped up her best friend, and continued their trek to the town of Far Haven. Though it was a comment she planned to keep to herself, she had to admit that Morgan was heavier than she looked, and she had to keep herself going by either convincing herself that it was just exercise, or else imagining what would happen if the gnolls returned. After some time, her legs were about to give out, and she had no choice but to find a place to rest. She settled upon a small clearing in the trees, just off the road.
She set down her friend, then made sure to lay her magic staff and backpack down beside her. Valery carefully set her own equipment down, and then proceeded to collapse face first onto the ground. She savored every second of the nothingness; no monsters, no running, no imminent death. It was bliss.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Morgan finally began to awake. Valery got to her feet quickly, to make sure her friend was unharmed. “Mmmmm, Val?” She groaned in a timid, trepidacious voice.
“I’m here,” She crouched next to her, “Don’t worry, it’s over, we’re safe.”
“We are?” The mage sounded incredulous, “How? What happened?”
“You fainted. I covered you, and then the gnolls just left. It was nothing short of a miracle… ”
Morgan reached a hand over and clasped her shoulder, “Don’t be modest. You saved my life, didn’t you?” She was asking a question, but the look of gratitude and admiration on her face made it clear she already knew the answer.
“W-well, I mean… ” Valery stammered out, blushing, “Maybe a little.”
“Thank you, Val,” Morgan leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around her. After everything the day had thrown at them, the hug was almost too much, and Valery felt tears threatening to emerge. Once the hug ended, and Morgan fully sat upright, her smile vanished instantly. “Oh, um. Oh no… ”
“What’s wrong?”
The mage seemed to shrink in embarrassment, wiggling her thighs gently, “Ummm, It’s just… I think I may have, uh, messed my pants.” Oh right. Forgot about that, Valery thought, That lovely, tender moment… interrupted by messy panties...
Blushing from the sympathetic, secondhand humiliation she felt, the fighter averted her eyes and said, “Oh, yeah, I think that you did. Um, I think it happened while you were passed out, and you know, I’ve heard that it’s pretty common for people to do that when they faint. So don’t even worry about it!” She figured that the accident would seem less embarrassing if it had happened while she was unconscious, rather than while she was fleeing in horror. A little white lie to maybe make her friend feel better.
Morgan still looked distraught, and more than a little ashamed at herself. “I didn’t help in the fight at all, I passed out, and then I pooped myself while you carried me to safety… I’m sorry… ”
“Hey now,” Valery responded with a gentle voice, “It was a bad day. If I’d had anything to eat or drink beforehand, you better believe I’d need a change of pants, too. Besides, there wasn’t much of a ‘fight,’ remember? I was running, too.”
The mage once again looked at her with gratitude. It made her heart flutter. Valery was pretty sure that Morgan didn’t know about her preference for women, rather than men; and was thus sure that her feelings for her closest friend were known only to herself. When Morgan collapsed, the only thing she felt was the urge to protect her, no matter the cost. When she… soiled herself, she felt sympathy for her, not disgust.
“We still have our pack, right?” The mage asked, as she gingerly stood in an attempt to not agitate her mess any further. “I believe I packed some spare underwear.”
“Yeah,” she turned and opened the pack, but her search was interrupted.
“Ah! Valery!” Morgan shouted, hands covering her mouth.
“What?! What?!”
In reply, Morgan stepped behind her, and gripped… something. She jerked on her armor, then walked back around to her front. “Did you not notice this?!” She was holding an arrow, which had been lodged in the back of her chestplate for hours. Valery could only laugh an empty, exhausted laugh.
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Not much later, Morgan washed herself off in a nearby river, while Valery waited close by. She wasn’t close enough to stare, but close enough to hear if anything went wrong. As she waited for the mage to finish up, she reflected on the last few days. Contract work for adventurers was drying up all the time, the two had been working with dwindling coin reserves for months. At last, there’d been a ray of hope in the distant town of Far Haven, established across a long stretch of unexplored wilderness, teeming with beasts. The town was meant to serve as the first of many settlements in uncharted territory, but was almost immediately overwhelmed by the monsters surrounding it. And so, back by the treasuries of a dozen interested kingdoms, they put out a call for adventurers, warriors, wizards, and everyone else to journey there, and deal with the threats. They promised more contract work than anyone had ever seen.
Of course, they’d also promised that the trip there would be safe, and that went poorly to say the least. But still, it was their best hope to make a living. With night nearly upon them, Valery wanted to at least make it out of the woods before they stopped to camp. As soon as Morgan finished cleaning herself up, it would be time to get a move on. |
Chapter 2
“Retrieve Storm Amulet from renegade necromancer”
No.
“Slay chimera pack in southern badlands”
Nuh-uh.
“Tame rampaging wyvern”
Absolutely not.
Valery studied the job board closely, but each contract only dashed her hopes further. The jobs available were well beyond the meager skill she and Morgan possessed. If the pair tried to take on a wyvern, they’d just wind up as reddish smears on the ground. Or just wet their pants and run for it. Whichever came first. Either way, no money for them. According to the guild representatives, all the lower-end contracts were already distributed, which left only the hard stuff.
“Any luck?” Morgan asked, as she walked up to Valery’s side. The mage had been off searching for any parties with room for the pair.
Valery gave a dejected sigh, “Nothing. Only stuff way above our pay grade. Things go any better for you?”
She smiled bittersweetly, “No one with any open spots, but several who might be interested later!” The mage knew perfectly well that they were just being polite, but still she remained optimistic.
“Great,” She groaned. With the crushing reality of there being no low-level work, and thus no money finally setting in, her stomach growled in frustration. “You didn’t happen to bring any more coins with you, huh?”
“Well… I did, but… ” Morgan lifted up a small satchel that fit comfortably in the palm of her hand. It could’ve contained enough gold to feed the two for a couple says, if used sparingly. However, as the mage turned it over, a large tear in the bag became visible. “I think the gnolls have our money.”
Of course they do. Valery held her head in her hands, resisting the urge to scream. “Don’t worry Val, I’m sure there will be more contracts and parties tomorrow,” Morgan tried to calm her down, but even her soothing voice couldn’t beat out her despair.
“Yeah, but what are we gonna eat today?” She asked bitterly.
“We’ll find something,” The mage took a step closer and patted Valery on the back, “We can find somewhere that’ll let us open a tab, or do some unofficial work. It’ll be okay.” She sounded like a mother trying to console a child.
Before she could respond, the guild’s doors swung open as an intimidating figure stepped through. It was a woman who stood at least six-and-a-half feet, with long and wild orange hair that went halfway down her back. She wore a shining silver breastplate, and lightly armored green trousers. Her arms were bare, which exposed the rippling muscle she possessed. And finally, a hulking claymore was strapped to her back, completing the ensemble.
The two novice adventurers were captivated, watching as she confidently strolled to the table and set down a burlap sack. “Here it is. The tail of Poison Jack,” The woman’s voice was steely and strong, but much less gruff than expected.
The guild worker reached into the sack, and pulled out what appeared to be a colossal scorpion stinger. Valery’s eyes widened and Morgan recoiled slightly at the sight of the thing. The stinger alone was the size of a dog. Whatever kind of creature “Poison Jack” was, Valery wanted nothing to do with them. After a second, the guild worker took the stinger, then produced a bag that seemed to be filled with the appendage’s weight in gold.
The veteran adventurer turned around, facing the door, “You know the rules, Millie! You gotta be here when we claim the payment, or else it’s all mine!” With a quick look, the two noticed that the door was being held slightly ajar. After a moment, a youthful face poked through.
“There, I’m inside,” Was all she said.
“You hear something?” The veteran asked the guild worker, who was smiling along to the bit, “Guess I won’t need you to divide the payment in half. Thanks for the-”
“Aaargh, stop!” The door swung open once more, and a young woman hurried inside. She was fairly short, and almost her entire body was wrapped up in a dark blue cloak. Her light-brown hair was short, messy, and somewhat matted with sweat. She scowled as she passed Valery and Morgan, and seemed to be… blushing? Yes indeed, she was blushing intensely.
A smell hit Valery as the girl passed; a harsh, and rather familiar smell. Rather similar to what she smelled when they were running from the gnolls. The cloaked woman reached the counter, and delivered a punch to the veteran’s arm, which she barely seemed to notice. Once she received her half of the payment, she immediately turned and rushed for the exit. Her cloak parted just enough to reveal her pants as she passed by for the second time, and there was no mistaking it: there were large wet streaks down her legs. At the table, the veteran was laughing.
“Poor girl,” Morgan intoned, though with a slight chuckle. “Promise me that you’re not gonna make me do the walk of shame next time I mess myself.”
“Of course not,” Valery said, then “I mean, you know, probably.” She gave her friend a devious smile.
Morgan giggled, but before she could form a retort, her eyes fell upon something on the ground, “Hm? Isn’t that a contract?”
“Huh?!” Valery hastily scooped up the crumpled bit of paper from the ground and read it aloud, “Cleanse the Witchfolly Cave Curse?” Whatever that meant, it sounded pretty well above their pay grade, “Need adventurers to destroy the rune matrix at the back of Witchfolly Cave. Return with its power crystal for payment. Beware! Undead enemies guard the rune matrix.”
“Oho?” Morgan said with a sly smile, “If only you knew an aspiring wizard with access to a bless spell.” She wiggled her fingers and golden sparks danced between them. “Val, I think this one might be worth a shot! How much does it pay?”
“Uhhh, let’s see… Upon delivery of the power crystal, payment will be rendered to the value of-” Valery peed a bit when she saw the reward. That was… a lot of zeros. She was speechless. She barely even noticed the slight warmth in her panties.
“What? Is it good? Is it bad? What’s-” Morgan, too, went silent when she saw the prize.
The quest sounded rather dangerous, and undead enemies were no joke. Valery would be next to useless against them if they were ghosts, since she had no magic. If Morgan wasn’t overstating her bless spell, then they should be no problem, but Valery couldn’t shake the thought that this quest was discarded and forgotten for a reason. But the mountain of gold that was on offer was irresistible. She looked up at the veteran lady, still idly chatting with guild workers; Bet she didn’t get so good by chickening out. No, we gotta seize this opportunity right now! “Get ready, Morgan,” she fixed her friend with a confident smile, “Tonight we’re gonna eat like queens!”
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Witchfolly cave was a relatively short jaunt to the south, through a surprisingly placid forest with no gnolls. Valery would rather have walked into a dragon’s lair than back through a gnoll den. However, she did feel her anxiety begin to worsen once the duo passed by a sign with an ominous skull and crossbones drawn on it.
Even worse when they passed by a signpost with an actual skull impaled on it.
“Hey… Are you sure your bless spell will work?” Valery had asked, voice dripping with worry.
“... Yes.” Morgan had taken a moment to reply, and although she’d tried to sound certain, Valery detected a slight wavering. She’s trying to put on a brave face to help me calm down, she realized. It was little gestures like that that made Valery’s crush on her grow even deeper.
The actual mouth of the cave was decorated with dozens of symbols and ritual instruments, alongside various effects like windchimes, which may or may not have also been evil. A chill wind slowly billowed from the cave, making Valery’s hair stand on end, even through her armor. Morgan shivered beside her, so even her thick robes weren’t enough to shield her. The air even smelled foul, like rotten fruit. The only comfort was that Valery was pretty sure that corpses didn’t smell like rotten fruit, so maybe there wouldn’t be any. The skull was bad enough, but she was certain she’d lose her nerve if they came across any fallen adventurers.
Neither of the women moved to actually enter the cave, both just standing in trepidation. “So uh... you ready, buddy?” Valery eventually asked. Morgan nodded. Despite knowing that her weapon would be mostly useless inside, Valery took the lead. If there was anything that posed some sort of physical danger, she wanted to intercept it long before it got near Morgan. If they bumped into a ghost right away… then she supposed she would just duck and let Morgan blast it with holy magic from behind her. As good a plan as any, she figured.
Inside the cave, an almost electric buzz rippled through the air, making her hair stand on end. The sunlight failed to illuminate anything just a few short yards in, so they quickly had to rely on the light of a small fireball Morgan conjured and held in her hand. The cave did not get much brighter, as though it didn’t want to be lit up. Valery could count the things she knew about magic on one hand, but she had a feeling that wasn’t natural.
The two kept a slow but steady pace, not wanting to rush into anything. Morgan mostly looked around with timid curiosity, but Valery’s focus was more direct. She stared at the walls and floor as they walked, looking for traps. Countless adventurers, new and veteran alike, had met their end on a simple trap like a spike pit. She remembered the stories she’d heard, the warnings people had given her.
But fortunately, there didn’t seem to be anything of the sort in Witchfolly cave. They’d been walking for a few minutes, and the only thing in their way was the oppressive atmosphere and darkness.
That is, until Valery heard a scrape ahead of them, in the shadows. “Morgan, stay back!” She hissed, readying her sword and shield. Behind her, the mage prepared a spell in her free hand. An odd clattering sound drew closer, and Valery was pretty sure she could guess what it was. After an agonizing wait, a skeleton, draped in tattered cloth and broken armor appeared. It carried a chipped and rusted sword. “Think you can bless it?”
“I could,” Morgan answered, “But I’ll only be able to use that spell a few times. If we can kill it without bless, that’d be better.”
“Understood,” She raised her shield, and slowly advanced. She had to be careful, as the light from Morgan’s spell only reached so far. A skeleton wasn’t exactly a tough opponent, but they get a lot more dangerous when you’re blind.
It gave an inhuman, almost snake-like hiss, and lunged forward. The rusty sword clanged loudly against her shield, and the blow was deflected harmlessly. She retaliated with a swing of her own, aiming for the skull. Displaying an unexpected survival instinct for a walking corpse, it backstepped into the shadows, totally dodging her attack. While Valery tried to spot the skeleton, its blade swung from the darkness, forcing her to back up.
“It’s uh, a little smarter than I thought it’d be,” Valery could not keep the worry out of her voice.
“Should I use a spell on it?”
“No no, save your mana. Just gotta be a little more careful is all.”
Once again the skeleton stepped into the light, and once again bashed its sword against Valery’s shield. This time, she was much faster on the follow-through, and sliced off one of the thing’s arms before it retreated. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the one holding the weapon.
“There, see? Just gotta take it nice and slow and we-”
“AAAAAAAAAGH!!” Morgan let out a high pitched scream suddenly, startling her. She whirled around, but found her vision taken away as Morgan’s fire died. There was more clattering, from behind them. Another skeleton had come, taken them by surprise. Valery frantically prodded at the darkness with her sword, unsure of what to do. She needed to save Morgan, but if she wasn’t careful then she’d wind up stabbing her best friend instead the bad guys.
As panic and confusion began to take root, she became aware of the clatter of bone behind her. Still blinded, she spun and held up her shield, grateful for it when she felt another attack break against it. Valery swung her sword wildly, but only met the open air. Sweat ran down her face, and she was breathing heavily. There was a whistle in the air, as a blade sliced through it, and met her arm. The rusty edge bit into her flesh, and she yelped in pain. She swung in the direction she thought the attack came from, and her sword struck the wall of the cave. With the searing pain and the shock of that impact, her grip failed, and her only weapon was lost in the darkness.
“Uu, uuuu… ” She began to whimper, backing up until she hit the cave wall. From somewhere close by, the skeleton hissed again, and Valery collapsed in fear. She curled up on the ground, trying to fit as much of herself behind her shield as possible. Of all the things that raced through her mind in that moment, she got stuck up on the sudden realization of how badly she needed to pee, and seconds later, the realization that the need was fading.
Hot urine raced into her panties, and then flowed out into her pants. With her legs curled up against her chest, they were spared from the wetting, but then the pee just flowed down from her crotch, soaking into her butt. The puddle grew beneath her, and Valery cursed herself, My best friend is getting stabbed or eaten or something, and all I can do is sit here in my own piddle…
She tried to find her courage, to get up and fight till her last breath, but the shame of wetting herself had demoralized her past the breaking point. She just closed her eyes and began to pray. Her desperate plea halted abruptly when she heard a sound like the skeleton’s hiss, although more guttural. The kind of sound she imagined one of the monsters might make when it died.
She dared to look over, towards the noise, and watched as a torrent of flame materialized out of thin air, and shot upwards until it collided with the ceiling of the cave. A considerable stretch of the accursed place was illuminated, and who else but Morgan would be standing at the origin point of the flame. She looked battered and had some scrapes and cuts, but she was alive! Scattered on the ground around her were fragments of bone and warped armor, proclaiming her victory over the ambushing corpse. When she realized how close Valery was to being finished off, she shouted, “Don’t you touch her!” and lobbed a glowing white missile at the monster. It exploded with a wave of holy light, shattering its bones and scattering its pieces.
As she hurried over to Valery’s side, she scooped up a wooden shield that had belonged to her attacker, and lit it aflame for light. Setting the impromptu lantern beside her, she crouched down next to her friend, “Valery, are you okay?! Are you hurt?!”
Valery was so shaken, she could not find her voice. She sniffled a little, and reached for the cut on her arm. “Oh no,” Morgan breathed as she noticed the wound, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it better!” The mage clasped her hands briefly, and a soothing green light appeared. She pressed her hands against the gash, and Valery felt the worst of the pain begin to dissipate. She knew that Morgan’s healing magic was nothing special, but in that moment she thought it was the most wonderful thing.
“Better?” She asked.
“B-better… ” Valery answered in a small voice.
The tension began to fade, and Valery relaxed her legs a little, only to recoil when she felt her now cold urine puddle soak into her thighs a little. She let out a choked sob as her hand raced to her crotch, confirming that her accident was as bad as she thought it was. Morgan followed her movement, and noticed the puddle, as well. “Oh, you poor thing,” She wrapped the fighter in her arms, not caring if her robe soaked up some of the puddle. Valery held onto her tightly, certain she’d never been happier about a hug.
“If it makes you feel any better… ” Morgan began as she stood back up, “You’re… not alone… ” The mage lifted her robe up slightly, and slid off one of her shoes. She turned it upside down, and liquid poured out of it. As she gave the other shoe the same treatment, she continued, “And I can promise you that pee-soaked robes are much worse than pee-soaked pants.”
Valery smiled a little, and was helped to her feet. It was difficult to see much in the dim light of the fire, but she could see Morgan’s comforting, almost motherly expression that sent her heart aflutter. Her kindness was soothing, but not quite enough to overwhelm the shame she felt. Not just at the fact she wet herself, but that she’d failed in her role as a protector. Determination began to well within her, as she resolved to redeem herself, and wiped away her tears.
“You still have some mana left?” She asked the mage.
“Um, yeah. Do you really still want to do this?”
“Otherwise, we’re gonna have to go back into town as pants-wetters and failures. No way, no how,” Valery forced a smile, and pounded her chest, “We’re gonna cleanse this place, and we’re gonna get paid!”
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Valery was reminded of her accident with every step she took. The seat of her pants was soaking wet, and the trousers were tight enough to not let her forget it. Beside her, Morgan’s shoes squeaked lightly with each step, and she grimaced in disgust. “First I soil myself, now I wet myself… ” She sighed, “It really hasn’t been a good couple of days.”
Valery had to concede that, for all her humiliation at peeing her pants, it was still leagues better than crapping them. “It’ll just be a bad memory after we get our money.”
At long last, they reached the back of the cave. An altar, covered in bones, held a large number of glowing sigils and runes. The menacing aura was stronger there than anywhere else in the cave, and both women were carefully looking and listening for any more surprises. When they were sure the coast was clear, Morgan set to work breaking the rune matrix. Valery did not have even the slightest clue what sort of arcane secrets were involved in the creation of a rune matrix, but apparently breaking them was a simple enough task. Morgan just wrapped a little magic around her hand and slapped the glowing symbols, which disintegrated immediately.
“Is that… Is that it?”
Morgan was about to answer, but the sudden flood of light into the cave did it for her.
“We did it!” Valery cheered! “Our first contract in Far Haven! Our first payment! Oh man, we’re gonna eat good tonigh- Oh crap, grab the crystal. Do not leave without that or we don’t get paid.” The sudden remembrance shocked Morgan as well, who turned and grabbed a small, pink crystal from the altar.
“So,” Morgan began, as she dropped the crystal into her pack, “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Uh, heh, see… ” Valery blushed as she began to speak, “We need to get the money first, and since your robes were thick enough that you can’t, um, see your accident… Uh, think you could go claim the reward for us?”
“You don’t want to do the walk of shame?” Morgan asked smugly.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“In that case, fresh pants and a hot meal coming right up,” The mage looked positively giddy with excitement as the pair turned to leave the cave. |
Relatively small update. Before the next chapter, which will be pretty substantial, I just wanted to write up a short, less serious chapter. There's not much in the way of accidents, but there is at least a lot of dialogue about and recounting of past accidents.
Valery was positively beaming as she departed from the smithy wearing her new armor. Her old chestplate, sword, and shield had all just about had it. The funds from the Witchfolly quest had enabled her to afford some bright and shining replacements. They’d split the payment evenly, and still each had a small fortune. If used sparingly, it could easily keep them afloat for a couple of months.
With her new gear ready to be put to the test, Valery made for the guild. Sitting on a bench outside was Morgan, and even before she stood up, Valery could tell that she’d purchased herself a fine new robe; black and blue, with gold trim. The mage had evidently also invested some of her time in the maintenance of her actual body, as her black hair and dark skin were both immaculately clean and even more beautiful than ever. Valery felt herself blush as she approached her friend, and tried to steer her mind to less appealing subjects, in an attempt to not look like she was even more smitten than before. Try to remember that time she pooped herself… Valery thought, but only succeeded in recalling how their last mission ended with her sitting in a pool of her own urine while Morgan heroically saved her life. Her blush deepened.
“Oh, you look fantastic!” Her friend proclaimed once she’d gotten close enough. She was sure her blushing was obvious, but hoped Morgan would figure it had something to do with being seen in her new getup.
“Thanks, uh… So do you,” Was all Valery’s scrambled brain could produce. She wanted to tell her that she looked positively breathtaking, to formulate some kind of poetic description that did her justice, but a simple you, too was all she had.
Morgan proudly tugged at her robe, “You like it? I did my best to find one that was stylish.”
“You succeeded.”
“And you look like a proper knight!” She said as she admired Valery’s new armor, “I mean, not that you didn’t before, it’s just that now-”
“Are you kidding? I looked like a vagrant who swiped some old armor off a dead guy, before.”
“Well, I happened to think you looked quite dashing when you were saving my life from gnolls,” Morgan punctuated her sentence with a little boop to Valery’s nose.
Valery had no idea how to reply, and settled for just averting her eyes, rubbing the back of her head, and smiling. “W-well, let’s go see what’s on the board, yeah?” She awkwardly stammered out, and made for the door to the guild, but stopped when Morgan grabbed her arm.
“Actually, regarding that… ” The mage began, “You know, after our last outing, we have a considerable amount of money. For the first time in nearly a year, we don’t have to worry about our next meal. So… Why don’t we actually take a little time and enjoy ourselves?”
“Y’know… Now I think about it, the first thing I did with my money was go out and get more adventuring gear,” Valery mused as she glimpsed her reflection in her new gauntlets, “It’s been so long since we were free to do anything else, I didn’t even consider it.”
“Is that a ‘yes’?” Morgan asked, hands behind her back.
Valery thought for a short moment, “...Yeah, I think it is.” Morgan was certainly happy to hear it, but Valery didn’t even know what they were going to do.
“I have no idea,” The mage excitedly answered.
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As it turned out, Far Haven was home to all kinds of people. The allure of this gem of a city, at the very edge of civilization and the very cusp of untamed magical wilderness drew in the warriors, the poets, the romantics, and the artists. Mere feet apart, you could see a group of hardened knights discussing battle strategy while a painter worked upon a canvas, capturing some landscape or other visage. And, as expected of a city where the most popular career was to repeatedly embark on life threatening expeditions, the many taverns were almost always crowded. For lack of any better ideas, Valery suggested they visit one, even though it was only midday.
The interior of the Hog & Whistle was lively in a way taverns usually only saw during festivals. In Far Haven, it was every day. Each table had a group of adventurers happily celebrating some mission gone right. The two of them found a small table and sat themselves. Valery drank from a mug of beer, while Morgan sipped a glass of water.
“Are you sure you should be drinking so early?” Morgan asked, ever the responsible adult.
“You wanted to celebrate, didn’t ya?” Valery said, offering her mug to her friend.
“Oh, no, thank you. You know I can’t handle booze.”
“It’s only beer,” She said with a chuckle. But she knew it was true. Just a few drinks and Morgan would pass out. She was a real-deal lightweight.
“Still, I just-”
Their conversation was interrupted by a supremely loud chorus of cheers from a nearby table. A group of four adventurers raised their glasses in a toast, shouting of their triumph over some manticores. In that moment, Valery learned some very colorful terms one could use to describe a manticore. And, judging by the wealth of mugs littering their table, it was far from their first toast today.
Two of the adventurers, both women, slammed their mugs together entirely too hard. One of them was much larger and stronger than the other, and the smaller one definitely lost; beer sloshed everywhere, and she fell backward in her chair. She landed arms outstretched, and one leg over the top of the overturned chair. Her right leg was off to the side, around the chair. Valery considered coming over to check if she was all right, but the drunken giggling from the fallen woman put her worries at ease.
Just before she returned her attention to Morgan, she noticed a dark patch blossoming on the crotch of the woman’s trousers. She’s peeing her pants! The fall must’ve shaken her bladder loose, and she was much too drunk to even notice. The wetness washed over her right thigh, then spilled over onto the ground below her. The splashing was pretty obvious, and her teammates were in no rush to give her a hand, instead they were mentally snapshotting the show. She was sure that drunk girl’s teammates were never gonna let her live this down.
“I have to say,” Morgan began, “When I envisioned what our future in Far Haven might look like, I never imagined it would have quite so much pants-wetting.” She was smiling, but was also clearly embarrassed. A fair share of the underwear ruining had been done by her, after all.
“Y’know, me neither. Can’t say I’m thrilled about it.”
“The stories about knights fighting dragons and rescuing princesses never covered how badly the knights had to change their pants?”
“Didn’t come up all that much, no.” Morgan laughed at her answer.
The mage quietly swirled her drink around in her cup for a moment, “Can I tell you something silly? Actually, a couple silly things?”
“Of course.”
Morgan looked like she already regretted it before she said anything. She cleared her throat, “You see, A few years back, when I'd just become an adult, I went on this little adventure with some of the other novice mages. We had this experienced fireblade warrior-mage with us for protection, and she was incredible- and, well, she has nothing to do with the story, really. Sorry, it’s an embarrassing and awkward story, and I’m trying to avoid the actual topic… ”
“Take your time.”
“Right. So. Several novices and one expert. We just had to explore some ruins and come back with sketches of the runes we found there. Well, the night before we got to the ruins, we had the bright idea of telling ghost stories. Turns out one of the other mages had heard some particularly nasty tales of the spirits inhabiting those ruins. Our warrior-mage just said ‘maybe it’s haunted,’ and left it at that when I asked her. So, I was absolutely petrified when I was trying to sleep.”
“I think I see where this is going,” Valery said, already putting on a sympathetic expression.
“Oh, I think it’s a bit worse than you’re ready for,” Morgan ashamedly folded her arms, “You see, I was so afraid of the possibility of being ambushed in the night, that I neglected to relieve myself. I can’t fall asleep when I have to pee, and I had to pee, so… I peed.”
“While you were still awake?” She asked in disbelief.
Morgan nodded, “Wide awake, lying down, and… I wet myself. On purpose. Then I finally fell asleep in my damp, smelly sleeping bag. The others were not particularly understanding about it,” The sudden, distant look in her eyes conveyed what her words didn’t. Bullies. They bullied her about it. Assholes. Angry thoughts surged through Valery’s mind, mostly images of her punching anyone who would dare to bully Morgan. The look on her face must’ve given away what she was thinking, as Morgan rushed to add, “I-it wasn’t all bad! The experienced mage, she made them be quiet and said it could’ve been any of them. She helped me clean up.”
“Good. I like her.”
“Anyway, the point I was getting to is… Well, then the gnolls happened. I, uh, soiled my bloomers pretty badly. And I was passed out in them for a while, too. It was… it was a mess. Then Witchfolly cave happened, and I peed my bloomers, and all down my legs and into my shoes when things got bad. I knew it was happening, too, even though I was frantically fighting for my life. I felt it soaking into the lining of my robe and everything. I was miserable, I felt like I belonged back in diapers. So, please don’t take this the wrong way,” She paused, Valery braced herself, “But seeing that you also wet your pants was one of the biggest reliefs of my life.”
“Thanks a lot,” Valery jokingly replied.
“I’m sorry, but I’m serious! First the warrior-mage said it could’ve happened to anyone, then you said that anyone could’ve had an accident while they were unconscious. But both times, it was just me. Then it happened a third time, and I… I didn’t know what to think about myself. Nothing positive,” The self-deprecation made Valery wince, “But, seeing it happen to someone else, just one time, I felt things click into place. I guess I must have felt how you felt when you shielded me from the gnolls. I just wanted to protect you. I guess that’s where I’m going with all this. Thank you for having an accident in your pants.”
Valery spoke through gritted teeth in mock anger, “My pleasure.” In reality, it really was, though. Hearing that Morgan had been so full of doubt and self-pity, she was happy that she was able to help. Even if it was at the high cost of her own dignity. Dammit, of all the things to bond over, why’d it have to be piss? “But seriously, were you that unsure of yourself?”
“I really was. I thought I had to be the biggest coward in the world; the adventurer who pees and poops her pants at the drop of a hat.”
“Morgan! You’re amazing!” She chided her friend, “You’re a lovely and wonderfully smart person, and don’t you forget that!” She wagged a finger at the mage, who seemed to tear up a little. She felt like her earlier failure to compliment her friend had been redeemed, if only a little.
“Thank you, Valery,” She swirled her drink around a bit more, then finally took a sip. “Well, I’m sure we can think up some slightly less awkward conversation topics, hm?”
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If random celebration and wanton drinking were a common enough sight during the day in Far Haven, then by evening it was more of the rule, rather than the exception. The collective mood of “We might all die, and no kingdom is close enough to help us,” seemed rather conducive to an atmosphere of constant merrymaking. Everyone living each day as though it might be their last.
Valery found it quite enjoyable. More than once, she simply inserted herself into groups of celebrants, chatted and joked for a couple of minutes, and then departed with some of their drinks. Morgan, meanwhile, was visibly uncomfortable with the constant noise and crowds. Valery was careful not to leave her side for too long, as the mage was noticeably more at ease when she was close by. Or rather, she was only at ease when she was close by.
“You tired?” Valery asked, returning from a quick pilfering of a couple mugs of… something alcoholic.
“A little, I suppose,” She answered, with bags under her eyes.
“Drink?” She asked, thrusting one of the mugs towards her, “I grabbed a second one when they weren’t looking.”
“All yours,” She replied.
Valery took a big gulp from both mugs. “Come on, I feel bad,” She began, “I got to choose everything we did today. Isn’t there anything you wanna do?” Her speech was very slightly slurred.
“Uh, well, you’ll find it very boring, I’m sure… ”
“Not possible. What do you wanna do?”
“Well, Far Haven is supposed to have a very robust library, and I haven’t had the chance to visit it.”
“That is very boring, but I will happily go with you.”
“You will? Are you sure?”
Valery downed the contents of one of the mugs, then tossed it over her shoulder. She wrapped her then-free hand around Morgan’s shoulders, “Taking this little vacation was your idea, you know. So we’re gonna do what you want, too.”
“Well, all right, then. I believe it’s this way,” Morgan smiled earnestly, and led Valery through town.
The library was, indeed, grandiose. Even somewhat drunk, Valery could tell how impressive the building was. She was never much of a reader, but she had to commend the sheer breadth of their collection. Morgan could barely contain herself, and was practically bouncing as they strode through the aisles, piling books up in Valery’s arms. The aspiring knight was tremendously bored, but she didn’t mind one bit. She didn’t even mind being a pack mule for all the books Morgan wanted. Just seeing the otherwise reserved Morgan so excited and happy was more than sufficient payment.
What kinda books is she grabbing, anyway? Valery wondered, craning her neck to view the spines of the books she carried. Probably some really hard magic stuff. ‘Advanced Arcanology Volume 9’ or something. Her eyes went wide upon realizing that atleast half of the roughly sixteen books she was carrying were romance books. You think you know a person…
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By the time they’d finally returned to the cramped inn room that had been their home since they arrived, both of them were exhausted. Valery’s fatigue was due in no small part to her lugging around Morgan’s many rentals from the library. They’d been too broke to afford a more spacious room when they’d first arrived, so they settled for a small room with a single bed. Despite her feelings for Morgan, she was not satisfied with the notion of them sharing a bed, out of consideration for uncomfortable it might have made her friend. Thus Valery had prepared to sleep on a marginally comfortable chair, and leave the bed to Morgan.
She was touched when the mage insisted that they share the bed. “If you don’t sleep on the nice, comfortable bed, then neither will I,” she’d threatened, lying down on the floor. This night, Valery made no attempt to be polite about sleeping arrangements, and promptly crashed down, face first, onto her pillow. As she began to drift off to sleep, she felt a blanket tossed over her, and then Morgan gingerly climb into the bed, as well.
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So this is a bit experimental for me. This series will primarily feature male accidents, with a handful of female scenes here or there. Since I know that most of my subscribers likely enjoy my content for the female scenes specifically, I made sure to finish up a female-only story at the same time, so check that one out if male content isn't your thing:
Otherwise, here's the beginning to this story. Hope you enjoy!
Ayko opened his eyes to utter blackness. He did not know… Well, anything, truly. He was not so much awake as he was just not asleep. With a concerted mental effort, he did his best to take stock of where he was, and how he got there- for he was most certainly not in his bed. He remembered… a boat. He was on a boat, with others. A storm, then a fire, the ship in danger…
And a blow to his gut throwing him into the sea. It all went black after that, but given the exhaustion and pain present in every inch of his body, Ayko knew he wasn’t dead. He must have drifted, who knows how long and who knows how far, until he washed up on some beach. He clenched his fingers, making a fist, and felt the grind of sand against his palm. Definitely a beach.
He gathered his strength, and pushed himself off the ground. It felt as though half the beach had clung to his face and shirt. He felt faint, and took a deep breath, only to collapse into a coughing fit, hacking up a slurry mixture of saltwater and sand. Fighting the urge to slip back into merciful unconsciousness, he shifted his right leg, dug his knee into the sand to support himself. His body itched from having been scraped against the sand for… likely many hours, if he had to guess. The tide that washed him ashore had long since receded, leaving him out to bake in the sun; yet even dry, his clothes still felt unnaturally heavy. He reached into his pocket, and extracted a handful of sand. Grimacing, he figured that his entire outfit had to be filled with the stuff.
There was a particular clump of sand that had worked its way into his underwear that he especially disliked. It was a large clump, resting in the seat of his pants. Reaching a hand back to feel it through his trousers, and see if he could dislodge it, he was confused by its texture. It was firm, but possessed a certain squishiness. Oh. Ooooohhhh… He realized then that it was not sand, or atleast, not just sand that had taken up residence in his underpants. He scowled and sighed, and begrudgingly confronted the fact that he’d soiled himself. Ayko could not even say for certain when he'd relieved himself. It had perhaps been when something hit him in the stomach, pushing him off the ship. Perhaps the fear of nearly drowning had forced it out of him. It was still soft, so it had likely happened recently, meaning he probably just filled his pants whilst he was unconscious on the beach. He didn’t have to pee all that much, either, so he figured it was probable that he voided his bladder at some point, too, but… there was no stain that he could see, and he elected to believe that what he didn’t see, didn’t happen.
He was not looking forward to the cleanup, but other things took priority- namely seeing to his own safety. Ayko prided himself on his pragmatism, and even the shame and discomfort of having crapped himself couldn’t overwhelm that. With a groan, he finally stood up. He very nearly came crashing back down on his shaking legs, but a stumbling step forward helped him to reorient.
With a quick inspection, Ayko verified that all his body parts were still attached, and nothing inside felt broken. Inspecting the surroundings, he saw beach, jungle, ocean, then more beach. The sun beat down on the place, its light and heat being reflected by the sand. But, at the very least, he was not seriously injured, and there were no predators in sight. That meant he could now attend to his other needs. Once again, he reached a hand back and felt the mess he’d made in his trousers. He looked around for a rock or something to take cover behind when he undressed to wash. He may have been on a deserted island, but his sense of decency barked in his mental ears that he mustn't be visible during the process.
Hiking up his pants a bit, remaining stone-faced at the further unwanted contact this brought between his mess and his skin, he set off. A tall, tan stone stood just a bit further down the shore, towering maybe fifteen feet in the air. It would do nicely, for all he needed out of it. His steps towards it were wobbly and weak, each one threatening to be the last, but Ayko was no slouch. He was very thin, and shorter than most, often giving the impression that he was frail and weak, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Hidden by his clothes and deceptive frame was a lithe and powerful body, more than capable of making the trek.
Once he stood in the shadow of the massive stone, he suddenly realized how dearly he’d longed for the shade. The oppressive heat of the sun had probably baked his already-dark skin until it was charcoal black. Before he began the laborious process of disrobing, he simply stood there, enjoying the relative chill, and wiping the sweat from his forehead. His white hair hung wetly in front of his face, similarly bathed in sweat. Once he’d had his break, he hooked his thumbs into his trousers, and slid them down. He was stuck with only one pair of underwear and one pair of pants, so he really needed to make them count. Using the seawater and sand to wash and scrape away all traces of his accident, his clothes were nearly returned to their former splendor.
What he, to his chagrin, could not wash away was the considerable stain that had formed on the seat of both garments. The back of his baggy, green pants was splotched with a large, round discoloration. It could be convincingly explained away by saying that he’d had nothing but dirt to sit on, but the same stain on his undergarments was untenable. With any luck, he’d be able to ditch them before anyone had a chance to see. For the time being, though, he really needed to cover up his lower body, and he knew from past experience how… unpleasant his chosen trousers could be when worn without underwear. He slid both of the seawater-soaked garments back on, choosing to focus on the welcome chill of the water, rather than what had been in them moments prior.
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Two hours of walking, two hours of being cooked alive in the sun that just refused to set, and Ayko still saw no trace of a settlement, or of any kind of civilization. The island seemed rather large and resource-rich, so it would make an attractive location for a port. Surely some kingdom would have left him a friendly fishing village to take refuge in. But with every step, he became more certain that it was a waste of time. The sun would set sometime, and he wanted to have a shelter before then. In the meantime, he was relying on the juices of tropical fruits to keep him hydrated. Lucky for him, the food was plentiful enough.
On many of the trees, a peculiar fruit that was blue and green in color dangled. After some very careful testing for edibility, Ayko determined that they were, indeed, safe to eat. Accepting the small blessing, Ayko happily wolfed down several of the fruits, and carried some more along with him for later.
A weapon wouldn’t hurt, either, He thought, as he changed course and made for the dense jungle. Ayko had been trained from his childhood to carry and use several weapons, and he’s grown so accustomed to it that not having a sword at his side or a bow on his back caused him more discomfort than having “““Sand””” in his pants. He frequently found himself clutching at the space where the hilt of his sword normally rested.
In his homeland of Noraith, the beasts were savage and plentiful; so much so that his people only learned of a massive invading army from the west when they found their bones in the wilderness. War-brothers and war-sisters, who defended their lands, were essential to their way of life. “Swords for men; spears for monsters,” were their words, beaten into the hearts and minds of all who carried weapons in defence of Noraith. Despite his youth- being only 19- Ayko was an esteemed war-brother, and a skilled slayer of beasts. He longed to have his spear once again, so it could serve as his ambassador to whatever creatures called the isle home. In the hopes of crafting some sort of replacement, he began searching for a strong but thin branch amongst the enormous trees.
He longed to have his war-sister by his side again, as well. Nyra was as dependable as they came. Strong and fierce, she was a capable fighter by any metric, but Ayko valued her mostly for her ability to speak. She could prattle incessantly about anything, which more than compensated for the fact that Ayko himself rarely spoke, and did not enjoy speaking. conversation with his war-sister came naturally enough to him, but he detested having to practice the art of speech with almost anyone else. If there was one good thing about being trapped on a deserted island, it was that Ayko’s lack of social skill meant nothing.
Fixing his grip upon a sturdy branch, he pulled hard until it snapped free. Although… A thought struck him, Nyra would’ve laughed until nightfall if she saw me soil my drawers. A few test-thrusts of his new soon-to-be-a-spear later, he was hunting for a rock he could use to sharpen it. Suppose it wouldn’t be the first time for either of us, though. The glint of a small, glassy rock a little larger than fist caught his eye. When that scorpius stung her, she was bedridden for days, and spent most of that time shitting herself. He brought another rock down, smashing open the glassy one, providing him with knife-like slivers. Then the first time I fought a worg… mauled me almost to death before she dragged me away from it. Wet myself then. He found a downed tree to sit upon, and brought the glassy rock’s edge to the branch, carving it into a spear. Of course, Nyra had been poisoned and couldn’t control herself. I got clawed and chewed on so much I was nearly killed. Never gone on myself just because my nap ran too long, before. Sharpening, sharpening, sharpening. Absolutely never soiled myself, before.
He was dwelling on it too much. What happened, happened, and he decided he didn’t need to justify it or shame himself for it. No one had even seen it, which meant it might as well have never happened at all.
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By nightfall, Ayko had established… something. It was a ramshackle little tent constructed out of leaves and vines, then propped up with a tall stick. He was not very knowledgeable of the flora that surrounded him, being more comfortable in the temperate lands of Noraith, but he made do. The jungle plants had long, wide leaves that made the construction easy enough.
Had he any more energy in his body, he would’ve erected traps around the shelter, but exhaustion was an irresistible enemy- he would collapse whether he was in the tent or not. Once inside his new abode, he fell asleep immediately with spear in hand.
Visions of his misfortune taunted him in his dreams. The storm, the fire, the boat, then almost drowning. It was all there, but even in the dream it was blurry, and missing pieces. There was fire simply because he remembered a fire, thus the dream ignited the ship. There was nothing new to be seen, only a mockery of his cruel fate.
His dreams were interrupted as a sharp sound awoke him. A crunching, of leaves and twigs. Something was approaching. His senses shook off the stupor of sleep quickly, and he was not happy with what he detected. The approaching steps were heavy, big. Even grizzly bears knew to step with more grace than whatever thing was coming. His tent was constructed of sticks and leaves, but it in no way blended in. The thing would most certainly spot his hiding place, and, from the sounds of its movement, smash it to bits. He had no choice but to emerge and face it.
With a guttural and beastial cry he charged out into the night, thrusting his spear forward, though came to an abrupt stop just before striking a young man. He looked to be about Ayko’s age. His skin was pale, and his unkempt, windblown brown hair was just long enough to reach past his ears. He wore a torn, white nobleman’s shirt, a tan vest, and matching tan pants. The man was visibly exhausted, and his eyes were wide with fear. His tan pants bore a large wet splotch right at his groin. The stain only reached partway down his thighs, so at least he’d regained control shortly into his wetting, for whatever that was worth.
“P-please, sir… ” He began in a quivering voice, “Help me.”
Before Ayko could ask what he meant, the thunderous footsteps returned, much closer than before. The young noble froze with dread as the sound drew near, and a loud hissing filled the air. The stain at his groin rapidly expanded, and the darkness spread throughout the fabric of his pants. Steam billowed from his accident, but he hardly seemed to notice. He slowly turned to face towards the approaching enemy, still peeing on himself.
By Ayko’s own reckoning, the noble was hardly possessed of any constitution worth speaking of, but even he was somewhat shaken by the terror this enemy inspired had inspired in the poor young man. He lifted his spear, ready to face this opponent, be it beast or man.
But Ayko was not prepared for the monster that emerged from the jungle growth. It was a mass of purple tentacles, within which was buried the mangled approximation of a man. It stood on discolored legs; two pairs of long, slender arms with clawed fingers flexed with anticipation; just barely visible through the writhing mass of tendrils was an inhuman face with fiery eyes. The young noble whimpered in fear, and even Ayko felt himself shudder as a chill washed over him.
He was afraid. It was not a familiar sensation for him.
In front of him, the noble continued to whimper and shake. A tent appeared suddenly in the seat of his pants, and a brown stain followed. The bulge grew as he continued to fill his underwear. Now beholding the creature for himself, Ayko did not think less of him for his incontinence.
Pushing past him, Ayko readied his spear. Although he seriously doubted the efficacy of a sharpened stick against some unknown terror such as the one in front of him, war-brothers were not known for backing down. “Stay behind me,” he commanded the frightened man. If he even heard the order didn’t matter, as he was paralyzed with fear.
With the speed and savagery of a feral animal, the creature dove for Ayko. With a swift backstep and thrust of his spear, he turned the monster’s attack into his own. Fortunately for him, the thing seemed to feel pain just fine, as it howled at the stab wound. Seizing the opening, he stabbed once again, then jumped back. The monster swung its long, spindly arms in wide arcs, not leaving a space for him to move in. It charged him once more, but this time Ayko was just slightly too slow. He stabbed the thing in the chest again, but its long claws dug into his arm, and now it was his turn to cry out in pain. It grappled onto him with its many arms and tentacles, and began to pull him in.
Once more, the cold chill of fear filled his heart. Following his instincts, he managed to shake one arm free, and used his fingers to gouge the creature’s eyes. It released him with a gurgling noise, giving him time to retrieve his spear. With all the precision he could muster, he rammed the spear between the monster’s now bleeding eyes, and it finally collapsed. Ayko took deep breaths, relieved that the fight was over.
“Is it… dead?” The young noble asked, in his refined-yet-shaking voice.
Ayko answered by prodding the body with his spear. The tentacles still twitched and writhed, but the body was still. “Seems so.”
The noble let out a long breath, then said, “I thank you, sir. I surely would’ve been killed if I hadn’t run into you. My name is James.” He extended his hand out for a shake.
“Ayko,” he replied, hesitantly shaking James’ hand.
“Ayko, I’m afraid I’m going to need to ask for more of your help. I don’t really know the first thing about surviving somewhere like this, and it… well, it certainly seems that you do.”
“You want me to help you escape, correct?”
James smiled, “Indeed! I can reward you, once we get back home!”
Ayko wasn’t extremely interested in whatever reward this fellow could offer him, but he was quite interested in escaping this nightmarish island. “Deal.”
“Oh! Very good!” James was taken by surprise, perhaps more used to people trying to take as much as they could get from him. “I’m a noble from an esteemed house in Korla, so I could get you a prestigious position, or just a sum of gold… ”
As the man prattled on, Ayko largely tuned him out. The gold could help his clan secure armaments, but otherwise nothing he was saying was of interest. What did fully steal his attention was the warmth that resided in the seat of his pants. Once again, his bowels had emptied themselves into his underwear. The soft mess pressed against his butt and filled out the back of his underwear. He wondered if he had lost control of himself during the fight, but no, he was positive he had just gone that very second. Now he needed to clean himself again, and he would rather his new companion not know that.
“James,” He intoned, interrupting the noble, “For the time being, perhaps you should see to your… ahem, pants?”
James looked down at the large wet streaks down his legs, and with one hand cupped the bulge at his rear, “Ah. Perhaps you are right… ” He blushed intensely.
Ayko sighed, and did his best to pretend that he didn’t need to do precisely the same thing, “Go clean yourself, I’ll be here when you’re done.”
“Right!” He turned to leave, but looked back once more, “And once again, thank you, Ayko. I owe you my life, my friend.”
Ayko silently nodded, though he did appreciate the man’s gratitude. Once he was gone, Ayko, too, departed the makeshift camp to clean himself. He did not know why his bowels had voided without warning, and it concerned him quite a bit. But, relative to everything else, this inexplicable incontinence was… tolerable. It certainly was not as bad as being stranded on a dangerous, uncharted island. And, at the very least, he wouldn’t have to make this journey alone, now.
Edited August 31, 2021 by DsGSilver
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Sequel to my previous two stories:
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this one is going to be long so i'm splitting it in two and posting the first part while i finish working on the second. hope you like it 😄
Ja’Lana in the uromancer’s lair
After the ritual was completed, Ja'Lana was escorted to her quarters: a small room with just a bed, a table and chair…and barred windows.
Her cell.
Despite the looks of it, she was not being detained as the door was unlocked and left wide open, just to mock her.
She spent a couple hours sitting in a corner, immobile.
Thinking that all she wanted was to be left alone and now, because of her stupid idea, she was a slave forced to work for those that wanted her dead just a month prior, chained to their devious whim by the most humiliating spell she had ever experienced.
She was so caught in her own depression that she didn’t hear the tiny footsteps approaching, nor she noticed the tiny shadow moving towards her until it was standing right next to her shoulder.
«Hey, don’t be like that» said Malina putting her arm around her shoulders «I know that Gabby sounded harsh with that “we MIGHT decide not to kill you” thing, but I’m being honest right now, we like you…I…like you.»
Ja’Lana snapped out of her daze and slowly turned her head towards the squeaky voice «Wh…what?»
the goblin gave her the warmest of her smiles «I’m serious. And I don’t mean physically…well…i don’t mean JUST physically, I mean as a person.
You had the balls to try and steal our contract, that’s commendable.»
Ja’Lana smiled awkwardly «She…well…thanks?»
It took her a couple of seconds to realize that Malina just confessed that she found her attractive, and when the concept fully sank in she couldn’t help but smile even more awkwardly «She is…flattered but you must know that she doesn’t…well…» «Swing that way?» Malina giggled «oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that, after all you were quite into it yesterday.» Ja'Lana couldn’t help but stiffen up, she had been thinking quite a bit about that situation, about those weird feelings that she, initially, blamed on the mysterious aphrodisiac that Malina, allegedly, used on her. However, the drug had certainly lost its effects by now and yet, every time she thought back at those moments, she felt something weird stirring inside of her.
Noticing her spacing out, Malina playfully nudged her cheek «Besides I won’t force you to do anything major like eat me out or anything, I’m just going to have my fair share of fun while this deal lasts. Especially since I have these to play with…» she raised her left hand, the runes on her glove started to glow a pale blue. When she pinched the air like it was a stiff nipple, Ja'Lana felt it.
She felt her nipples stiffening under the tease of tiny invisible fingers, that weird stirring of emotions deep down and she felt her mound grow moist.
«See, these gloves don’t just work on your bladder, they work on every part of your body that’s covered in those runes. That includes this little fella down here» Ja'Lana felt ghost fingers teasing her clit and couldn’t suppress a moan «OOH! What the…» the invisible fingers were firm but gentle, almost like they were giving her clitoris a relaxing massage «Don’t…please…this feels so weird…» her mind raced back when she was forced to come in that orphanage, first by Malina’s small hand then by Grelod stiff broom. She remembered feeling weird back then too, yet, she now longed for that weirdness, she wanted more.
Then she noticed. She noticed that the ghost fingers weren’t the ones rubbing her clit.
She was doing it on her own.
She was shocked that, in a situation like this one, she would do such a thing, she wondered if that was another effect of the gloves but Malina quickly showed her that the gloves were not doing anything and that the runes weren’t glowing anymore.
The tingling sensation in her pelvis snapped her back to reality, shocking her with the revelation that she was still teasing herself. Abruptly, she stopped and looked down at her hand, now shining with her love juices, taking her time analyzing the situation, trying to make sense of all this. Was she into women? Was she into both? Then she looked back at the smiling goblin girl standing near her.
Malina didn’t say a thing, she just stared in her eyes for what seemed to be an eternity, she then gently grabbed her moist hand and put it in her mouth, sensually sucking on the wet furry fingers.
The runes began to glow, Ja'Lana’s nipples hardened, her pussy started to drip.
She just closed her eyes and moaned.
Her free hand started moving without notice, caressing the goblin’s cheek, feeling her breasts, then it flowed down, blindly looking for an opening in Malina’s skintight suit.
She heard a zipper being pulled down and a tiny hand guiding her fingers.
She felt her hand being enveloped by a warm and wet cave.
She felt Malina suck harder as Ja'Lana’s fingers moved faster and faster, her thumb now teasing the small hard clitoris, while her own mound was being assaulted by hundred of tiny ghost tongues and her nipples being pulled by invisible strings and tickled by ethereal feathers.
Ja'Lana tensed her legs, arched her back and let out a moan so loud it shook the windows.
Malina collapsed on the Khajiit’s lap with a satisfied smile on her face, her whole body feeling like mush
«That…» she panted «…that was amazing» she pulled herself up and looked Ja'Lana straight in the eyes, but noticing the mixture of confusion, joy and fear in the captive Khajiit she quickly realized what she had done
«I’m…I’m sorry…I got carried away…are you alright? I… Gods, what did I do?»
she sprung to her feet and was about to run out of the room when Ja'Lana finally responded
«Wait…just…wait…this one is…» she looked down at herself, at the results of that experience «…she…didn’t…dislike this but…she needs some time to…sort things out…it’s all so weird and new…just…» she tried to think of something to break the awkwardness but she could only come up with «don’t blame yourself for this…it’s not the worst thing you did to her after all.»
she ended that cringey statement with a giggle which helped, but not much.
Malina regained her composure and, stifling a sniffle, continued «Yeah, that would be the whole slave ritual. I…I’m sorry, I was incredibly unprofessional just now…i got…carried away.» she cleared her throat «I actually came here because our boss, Astrid, summoned us both. Apparently she wants to send you out sooner than we expected. I’ll…I’ll go on ahead, you can take a few minutes if you need.»
Ja'Lana slowly stood up «Nonsense, she is fine, besides, she is your prisoner and you need to keep her in check…also…she doesn’t know the place so you need to show her around, the sooner we do this the sooner she will be free.» she gently ushered Malina to lead the way with a smile.
The sanctuary was grim but weirdly cozy, torches lit the hallways giving the whole place an ominous yet familiar atmosphere. It took them a few minutes to reach Astrid’s chambers but, as Malina was about to knock on the door, Babette opened it from the inside, with near perfect timing.
«Good, she finally made it» commented a blonde woman sitting near a fireplace «Babette has been opening that damned door every time she heard footsteps in the hallway, glad to see she finally found you girls on the other side.» the vampire scowled at those words «Oh, you HAD to shay that, didn’t you?!» both Ja'Lana and Malina snickered, the weirdness of their escapades finally behind them
«So, Astrid» chimed in the goblin with renewed glee «Do you have something for her already? We barely completed the ritual, don’t you think we should wait a bit?»
The blonde leader of the brotherhood sighed «If it was up to me, yes, I would have waited, we still have no idea what this cat is actually capable of and...well, I’m not going to sugarcoat it, looks like this task is going to be hard.»
Ja'Lana swallowed nervously
«However» Astrid stood up and approached the two «Our new friend is pressuring me to get this thing done and we can’t simply deny her that. After all she gave us all the materials and the knowledge for the ritual for free.»
Ja'Lana looked at her, puzzled «She?»
«The wishard that prepared the ritual for ush.» explained Babette «She came to requesht our services two weeksh ago, she tried to barter shervicesh with us but, at the time, we didn’t really need them. Then we dishcovered your shcheme and shtruck a deal with her. A ritual to keep you in sch…in ssshc…in scheck in exschange for our ssshupport in whatever that girl needsh to accomplischhh» Malina and Ja'Lana winced while slightly crossing their legs
«Babette» interceded Astrid who was discreetly holding a hand between her legs «I’m seriously considering the possibility of forbidding you to talk until your teeth have grown back. That lisp of yours is…distracting to say the least.»
Babette’s scowl deepened «Oh, I’m shhhhhhhhho shhhhhhhhhhorry» she taunted «how inconssssssssshiderate of me to loshe my teeth! I’ll be sssssssshure to ssssshpeak as little as possssssssssshible! If you need me I’ll be in my chambersssssssh taking a NISSSSSCHE SSSSSSSSSSHOWER» she stomped out of the room, enjoying the sight of the three women now visibly desperate and openly crossing their legs.
«As…ahem…as I was saying, the wizard is waiting for us in the lobby but before we go see her» Astrid quickly paced towards a door in the back of the room, legs pressed together «toilets are this way…damned vampire brat…» both Malina and Ja'Lana heard that last whisper and chuckled, then quickly followed her.
The wizard, a bright blue haired Altmer, was patiently sitting at a table, head hanging low and hands tucked in her blue robe’s ample sleeves, her bronze skin creating a nice color contrast.
As soon as Astrid entered the room, the mage sprung up «Lady Astrid» she bowed «do you have good news? Has my request been accepted?» as soon as the elf stood up, Ja'Lana started doubting in her knowledge of wizard robes, as the young elf was only wearing what seemed to be the top part of a blue silk robe, and even that left the underside of her breasts completely exposed.
The rest of her “outfit” consisted of a black leather corset that tightly wrapped around her flat belly and what could only be considered a blue silk foulard hanging from it, completely failing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and whose only other purpose was to (poorly) cover her crotch and her left butt cheek.
Astrid motioned to the two girls following her «Miss Haylindel, these are the women I spoke you about, Malina, Ja'Lana, this is Haylindel, “the cerulean sparkle”, from the College of Winterhold.» the elf approached them revealing yet another weird piece of clothing: her boots which, despite being knee-high, had no shoe and closed on her bare feet with a black leather stirrup. Malina didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was eyeing her feet nor the cat-calling whistle she let out at their sight.
Haylindel instinctively covered herself, as if she was embarrassed by the outfit she chose to wear but quickly put up a haughty expression and looked at them like they were sacks of potatoes.
She then noticed the runes on Malina’s gloves and Ja'Lana’s body and frowned, turning her attention to Astrid
«This khajiit.» she gave Ja'Lana a worried look «She is the one you used my ritual on? I’m sorry but, if that’s the case, I can’t accept her help. She simply will not do.»
Astrid crossed her arms and scowled
«Look, lady, this isn’t a brothel, you get what I decide you get. Ja'Lana, here, is filling in for Malina’s usual partner in this kind of missions. You are not in a position to be picky about it.»
«I’m not trying to be picky I’m telling you she CANNOT be of use in this situation. She…»
Astrid grabbed her by the collar of her “robes”
«Now hear me, and hear me well. Consider yourself lucky I’m even sending THEM to help you, given that you refuse to explain what exactly you need us to do beside calling this a “difficult and crucial task”.»
Haylindel tried to intercede but Astrid interrupted her yet again
«And before you ask, NO, I’m not sending Malina alone with you for the same goddamned reason. So you either take BOTH of them with you or you walk out of here before SOMEONE puts a contract on your head.»
«But, you don’t under…»
«Out! Get OUT! By Sithis!» Shouted Astrid pointing at the door.
Given no other choice, Haylindel gestured the two girls «Let’s go then, I sure hope you girls will live up to the Dark Brotherhood’s standards»
«Actually…this one is not rea…AHCK!» Ja'Lana’s complaint was cut short by an invisible hand briefly squeezing her bladder, when she looked at her goblin companion she could see her slowly shaking her head, suggesting her to be quiet about her actual status in the brotherhood. The runes in her ears started to vibrate and Malina’s voice echoed in her mind
«We can’t let her know that you are not a member, we asked for her help with the excuse of a problematic sister. Please, if she discovers this it would undermine the brotherhood’s status, you WILL be fine I ‘ll make sure of it…please trust me»
With that, Ja'Lana nodded and followed the wizard outside the sanctuary.
They traveled north for almost a few hours, in complete silence. Haylindel was outright ignoring every question Malina was pestering her with, and only spoke to the two to tell them to wait for a moment.
After that she would become invisible and reappear a minute or two later, ready to start marching again.
This ended up being so frustrating that the Malina started asking the obnoxious “Are we there yet?” every minute, until the elf finally got fed up, shouted at her to shut her mouth and told them to make camp for the night.
They ate in silence under the stars, after dinner Malina decided to try again to break the ice
«So…»
«I swear to Magnus, the next words to come out of your mouth better not be “are we there yet” or so help me…»
«I was about to ask you: where exactly are we going. We left Falkreath’s hold borders behind us three hours ago, are you going to drag us all the way to Winterhold? Because, if that’s the case, we should pay for a carriage. I’m not wasting a week to get there on foot.»
Ja'Lana caught a little glimmer in the goblin’s eyes as a smirk started to form on her olive face
«Speaking of feet…» in the blink of an eye she was crouching near Haylindel left foot «What’s with your boots? Isn’t it uncomfortable to walk around barefoot? Are your feet made of steel or something?»
Haylindel’s eye twitched with every question
«It’s none of your business, depends and NO! They are not made of steel! They are FEET. They are made of FEET!»
the young elf cupped her hands over her face
«What’s with you people and questions? I told you I need your help and that everything would be revealed at our destination! Please STOP ASKING!»
Ja'Lana took a sip from her water skin and noticed Haylindel twitching imperceptibly, then placed her hand on Malina’s shoulder
«This one thinks this is enough playing around, no? You can drop the innocent act now, she isn’t falling for it.» she moved her gaze on the elf trying to sound as professional and used to these situations as an actual assassin would be
«Look, Astrid may have agreed to a “no questions asked” deal, even if that’s very odd for her, but she isn’t here now, WE are. So you either tell us everything right now or we both turn around and go home. Your choice.»
For a few seconds, Haylindel weighted her options then, with a deep sigh, she nodded.
«Fine, I’ll tell you. But you must first SWEAR that NOTHING of what I’m about to say will ever, EVER, leave this campsite. You…you guys have like a religion thing with this, right? So…you should be like priests and keep confessions secret…right?»
Malina chuckled «Well, calling us priests is a bit too much but, alright, we promise that we won’t say anything»
«And that…» Haylindel stuttered «And that you won’t laugh.» the girls stared blankly at her but then gave her a confused nod.
Haylindel sighed again «Alright. Here is the thing. I…am cursed.»
«Does the curse involve that you take a piss every half an hour?» Ja'Lana asked bluntly and, at the sight of the elf’s surprised face, added
«You thought of becoming invisible but you clearly didn’t think of masking odors. I could smell you every time and let me tell you, that wasn’t normal.»
«Don’t…rush things…please. It’s already hard to explain as it is.» Malina was now legitimately worried «Is it that bad?» the mage nodded
«It’s…well, let’s start from the beginning. A few months ago, I was studying at the College and came upon a really old book, well…more of a bundle of old notes, tucked away in our library. Those notes contained partial instructions for a ritual that, if performed correctly, would grant immense power to the one performing it. Unfortunately the spells were incomplete, the circles faded ages ago…»
she took a sip from her tankard
«I was stupid. I thought that I could handle it, that I could piece it together and perform this ritual alone...at night...without telling any of the teachers or my fellow students.
I…grabbed a faulty soul gem…accidentally scraped some of the runes…didn’t light up the room enough…the whole room simply exploded.
It’s a miracle I wasn’t kicked out just for that…the teachers…they thought the “results” were a good enough punishment for what I did, They refused to help me sort this out and told me I had to do it myself.
And…I actually think I’m close to a solution, I just need you two to help me…»
«Please tell her this isn’t something that needs a living sacrifice.» interceded Ja'Lana rolling her eyes
«No, that would have been much easier to pull off. I know a guy that knows a guy…anyway, I need your help to get something from the only mage I found that actually knows anything about this ritual.
It’s the same mage that wrote the notes but…let’s say she isn’t the generous type. According to the arch-mage she left the college one hundred years ago, disappearing in the mountains between Morthal and Dawnstar.
She went so far to change her name to “the Mistress of the Spring” so nobody could find her, but I did!»
«So…» Malina cut in rising a hand «you hired the DARK BROTHERHOOD to STEAL something? You realize there is a guild of thieves in Riften that has better prices? You should have…»
«They don’t kill» Haylindel interrupted her «I can’t be certain this can be done without killing and I need someone that, if the need arises, can kill without remorse. This mage…she isn’t a regular mage. She is an arch-uromancher»
«A what now?» asked a confused Ja'Lana «Uro…what? What does she use? Let’s see» she started to count on her fingers «Pyro is fire…crio is ice…»
«Urine» Malina answered bluntly, leaving Ja'Lana speechless
«U-urine?! As in piss?!»
Haylindel twitched again
«She uses PISS MAGIC?»
another twitch
«Since when is there such a thing as PISS magic?»
Haylindel bit her lip «Can you…stop repeating that?»
«What? Piss?»
the elf jammed a hand between her legs «YES!» this time it was Malina that took the lead
«Is there a reason why we can’t say PISS?»
Haylindel started to cross her legs
«Listen, you need to be honest with us, if that curse had ANY effect you aren’t telling us, we can’t guarantee our success. We need to know anything that could jeopardize this thing, including whatever happens when someone says “piss” to your face. So ple…»
she was interrupted by the sound of water hitting the dirt, Haylindel had rolled back her eyes and started peeing right then and there, in front of the two assassins.
The elf peed for 3 minutes straight then let out a sigh of relief «S…sorry…this…is the curse…»
«you have to go every time someone says p… »
«DON’T!» shouted the elf «don’t say that again. PLEASE. It’s not just what you saw right now…i…i can’t hold it. I mean AT ALL.
If it wasn’t for this enchanted corset I would be constantly…you know…anyway, even if I just went, if you were to say that word again or…use other stimuli…i would have to go again.»
Ja'Lana was shocked «Every time?» the mage nodded
«Yes. That’s the curse. Well…i call it a curse but it’s actually a botched uromancer ritual. Theoretically the blasted thing would have granted me a power boost depending on how full my bladder was with no negative effects…with those scraped runes and the wrong soul gem…it…well it kinda worked. I AM more powerful the more desperate I am but…»
she let out another sigh, suddenly, the purpose of her weird choice of attire became clear as she lifted her “skirt” to pee again
«My bladder can’t hold anything. Ever. I can have a semblance of normality by wearing this corset but I still have to…“do my business” more often than a regular person and when I have to go I can’t waste time with flowing robes or tied pants…it’s not like I like going around like a slut but I’d rather be considered an exhibitionist whore than constantly smelling like PISS!»
the water hit the dirt again but Haylindel kept talking like nothing happened
«I need your help in this, I can’t simply go knocking at her door, she…she is suspected to have kidnapped and killed innocent townsfolk to use as test subjects. According to my teachers not only she left a hundred years ago but she was a hold hag when she did.
No way she was able to live this long without some sort of magic ritual.»
Ja'Lana slowly put her water skin away, being extra careful not to make the water slosh
«How can you be certain it’s her?» she asked «Maybe it’s another pi…uromancer.»
Haylindel shook her head «Impossible, there have been very few of them in the history of magic. It’s a practice that has a high reward and an even higher risk. Furthermore in the last century guards from both Morthal and Dawnstar reportedly found desiccated bodies in the frozen forests. Almost as if every ounce of water had been drained from them. To the average guard, peasant and even Jarl those remain odd deaths but to a mage that studied that practice…that’s the work of an uromancer for sure.
Someone has been draining those poor souls of every drop of liquid for some reason, and it’s not hard to guess what it could be: it’s probably the Mistress’ doing.
She must have found a way to convert…“fluids” into life force. Look, let’s just go to sleep for the night, tomorrow we should be nearing her lair and I will think of a plan to…»
«YOU DON’T HAVE A PLAN YET?!»
Malina shouted so suddenly that ended up startling both Ja'Lana and Haylindel, who actually fell backwards from the stump she was sitting on ending up with her back on the ground, her feet up on the stump and her “skirt” rolled up, completely exposing her pussy.
Malina immediately noticed her now exposed soles and Ja'Lana could see that lustful look in her eyes once more.
«Alright, this is enough» said the goblin while sitting on the stump, holding Haylindel’s legs down with soles nearing her face
«You don’t give us any details, you admit you don’t have a plan AND you just now mention a crippling curse that could very much render you helpless in the heat of the moment.»
she lowered her head towards the mage’s left sole and sniffed it
«Now, how about you tell us everything while I help you relax after this loooong day?»
with that, she started to clean her feet from the dirt while sneaking in some massages and kissing her toes.
She expected Haylindel to resume talking, to protest or maybe to moan a bit.
She didn’t expect her to start laughing.
«Nohoho….wahihihit…dohohohon’t! IT THIHIHICKLES!»
Haylindel was desperately clawing the ground, slamming her fists and even pulling her own hair.
Then Ja'Lana noticed her pointing a finger at the now entranced goblin avidly lapping the balls of her feet.
Looking in utter shock as the mages belly bloated under the corset and sparks started forming around her fingernail
«HAHAHA…SPAHAHAHARKS!»
in a split second, Ja'Lana was on her, bending her arm and pointing it away from her friend while shouting at her «Malina, STOP! SNAP OUT OF IT!»
in the midst of frenzied laughter, a lightning bolt sparked from the mage’s finger and hit a nearby oak, splitting it in half.
This managed to get Malina’s attention away from the soft feet she had been worshiping
«What the fu…? WERE YOU POINTING THAT AT ME?! ARE YOU INSANE?!» she firmly wrapped her legs around Haylindel’s knees immobilizing her legs while Ja'Lana pinned her upper body down, forcing her arms apart and her palms on the ground, just to be safe.
«Alright elf, now you are going to tell us EVERYTHING!» ordered the goblin
«This one is also curious about what happened to your belly» added Ja'Lana pointing her tail at the now exposed underside of Haylindel’s waist.
The elf swallowed nervously «Now…let’s all calm down it…it was an accident…a simple misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to KYAHAHAHA…»
Ja'Lana was now brushing her tail against her belly
«Her friend told you to SPEAK, not to waste our time. This belly of yours inflated when you were about to cast a spell and it hasn’t gone back to normal. Are you charging another spell?»
the tickling intensified as Ja'Lana’s tail found a way under the leather corset, stroking the bellybutton
«NOHOHOOH! WAHAHAHAIT! I SWEHEHEHAR I’M NOHOHOT!»
«Then turn your belly back to normal and prove it!» Malina shouted
«I CHAHAHAHAN’T! NOHOHOT SO SHOHOHOHOON…GOHOHODS AHAHABOHOHOVE!»
Malina had started licking the balls of her right foot and tickling her left one while Ja'Lana’s tail was skittering everywhere under the elf’s corset
«NOHOHO! YOU DOHOHOHON’T UNDHEHERSTAHAHAND! YOU ARE GONNA MAKE MEHEHEHE PEEHEHEHEHE!»
«Good idea!» exclaimed Ja'Lana «Maybe that will make your belly go back to normal. Malina, will you help this one help our friend relieve herself?» the goblin smirked and nodded.
The tickling intensified as the assassins started teasing the elf in unison
«pssss pssss pssss…come on let it go dear…» hissed Malina
«kssssssh…don’t let this one distract you, she is just remembering the big waterfall she saw in Markarth…and all those rivers…psssssh…don’t mind her…psssssssssssssh…» Ja'Lana’s tail was now pressing down her bellybutton.
Haylindel tried to cross her legs but Malina didn’t like that idea, so she forced them open and tied them to the sides of the stump, then went back tickling her feet, all the while hissing profusely.
«PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHO! NOT THE HISSHIHIHIHING! NOT THE HIHIHISSHIHIHING! Nononononononohohoh…»
with that her bladder gave out but, to the surprise of both her tortures, the liquid that came out was neon blue
«noooo…what have you done?» sobbed the elf as her belly deflated.
Ja'Lana and Malina untied her legs and helped her up, she was incredibly weak for some reason
«What…what was that?» asked Ja'Lana
«My...Magika…fine…I’ll tell you everything.» they all sat back around the campfire, the blue puddle still glowing on the ground.
Haylindel looked woozy, desperately rummaging in her satchel and pulling out a blue flask
«This…huff…this is a restoring potion…i need it…I’ll faint if I don’t drink it…» the two girls sternly nodded and she gulped the potion down in one go
«Haaa… haa…thank you…so, the whole story...right. The botched ritual didn’t cause just the problems I told you before. It changed something in me.»
she paused catching her breath again as the potion finally took effect.
«As I told you, I should have gained power based on my bladder fullness and, while that still somewhat happens, my bladder doesn’t fill itself of pee when I’m casting a spell.
The ritual made so that my very magika flows in my bladder to empower my spells. You can understand how that complicates things, especially when it also gave me a bladder as weak as wet paper.
I simply CANNOT engage in a full on battle with the Mistress, she would immediately put things together and force the piss out of me, rendering me as weak as a baby.
Who knows what would she do to me afterwards.» she peed again, this time it was yellow.
«No, I need to play this smart…WE need to play this smart. It’s true I don’t have a plan but… it’s not like you can find the blueprints of her secret lair in your local book store...I was hoping you could come up with something once we had reached the place. We just need to find a way in, locate her lab and I’ll find the book I need in no time. After that we get out of there and it will all be done.»
Malina stared at her blankly, letting her statement sink in
«So...we need to find her hidden lair»
Haylindel nodded
«Find her laboratory, inside said lair»
she nodded again
«And then YOU will look for a particular book to undo this ritual of yours. All the while avoiding being detected by an evil mage that can suck the life out of our piss. Did I miss something?»
«No..that’s pretty much it»
«And we need to do this while escorting a mage that can’t hear the word “piss”, can’t get tickled, can’t hear hissing sounds and whose weak points are fully exposed because she can’t wear normal clothes anymore.»
«hmm hmm…» confirmed the elf as more pee hit the dirt
«Astrid told us this wouldn’t be easy…» Malina looked at Ja'Lana «What do you think? I’m not so sure about this anymore…»
Ja'Lana pondered for a bit then puffed her chest up and hit it with her fist
«Oh, this one can handle it, this is not the first time she sneaks in a creepy lair, why, last year she…»
«Actually no, you CAN’T handle this.»
Haylindel cut in «This is what I was trying to tell your boss. Those tattoos are uromantic seals. If the mistress catches a glimpse of them she will use them against you, and I’m sure you already know what those things can do.
Holding it in will be impossible for you, unless…»
she looked at Malina’s gloves
«Give me your hands here and, Ja'Lana, lift your shirt and come near me.»
she pulled out a small brush and a bottle of ink from her satchel, inscribing a weird rune on both the gloves and Ja'Lana’s belly causing her to chuckle
«Whahahat are you doing?»
«I hope this will be enough…» she continued «I placed an extra rune on your gloves. It’s temporary since I didn’t have access to the full materials you used in your ritual but until it gets washed off from your gloves and your body, it will allow Malina to use a powerful seal on Ja'Lana’s bladder. That way, no matter what the Mistress does to Ja'Lana, she won’t be able to make her piss herself.
Of course…this only shifts the target onto you, Malina.
If you ever willingly undo the seal, lose consciousness or…or worse…the protection will be broken and the Mistress will be able to access Ja'Lana’s body as she sees fit.
Come to think of it she could even turn her into cattle, making her last way longer than a regular test subject…»
Ja'Lana shivered at the thought but then reassured Haylindel «She will do her best not to get spotted. She doesn’t want her sw…Malina…to be in harms way but she doesn’t want to ditch you either…she knows how it feels to be forced to do humiliating things so she will help you get back to your normal life.»
Malina raised her hand «There is only one thing you must still tell us.»
she pointed at Haylindel’s feet
«Why those boots? I somehow get the rest of your outfit but…if you are that ticklish, why not protect your soles?»
the mage lowered her head and blushed deeply
«You still promise not to laugh? It’s a really dumb reason, even I admit to that…»
they both nodded
«I…I have a foot fetish. That’s it. I just like the feeling of walking barefoot, sometimes I even rub my feet against the grass to…»
she stopped herself, fearing she already said too much.
Malina looked at Ja'Lana and winked, Ja'Lana looked at Malina and shrugged, both of them smiled to each other and looked at Haylindel
«What…what are you doing?» asked the worried elf as the two girls approached her, helped her up and guided her to the bedrolls
«Don’t you worry about us» Ja'Lana reassured her
«We just feel bad for what we did to you just now…even if you WERE about to fry me» continued Malina.
They helped Haylindel lay down on her bedroll and then laid top and tail with her.
Haylindel was about to say something but she was overwhelmed by the two tongues sensually worshiping the balls of her feet, this time being extra careful not to tickle her.
Despite this being Ja'Lana’s first time, she found herself enjoying it.
More than that, she loved to look at Malina’s lustful eyes while she licked the bronze sole like it was a lollipop.
Maybe she did swing that way after all…
They went at it for a few minutes, with Haylindel’s moans and the sounds of her nails scraping the bedroll accompanying them, until both sounds abruptly stopped.
Suddenly, each felt one of their boots being removed, the cool air caressing their bare feet.
Then a tongue
Warm lips
Pleasure.
They all fell asleep shortly after
To be continued in part 2 |
I hope this story suits the messing fans on this site! I know it's a controversial kink here but I love it - much as I love women's bottoms in general!
*****
As Matt stepped out of the nightclub, he gazed at his amazing girlfriend Jessica as he held her hand. Her straight brown hair flowed down to her waist and her face was the most beautiful he had ever seen. But, most of all, he loved her legs and her bottom. Her modest brown A-line skirt reached down a little below her knees, obscuring her tight bottom and thighs that he longed to put his cock between for the first time. She was a little reserved, but he figured that with both of them being a little drunk, he had a great chance of bringing her home and finally seeing what went on under her skirt in close up.
"So...are you coming home with me?" he said, twitching his mouth and winking.
"Oh, I really can't, I..." She looked at his handsome face. "I..." The wind blew gently through her skirt. "Well, it's just..." She blushed.
Matt's hand crept down to her bottom, feeling how firm it was.
"Matt!" she said. "I can't believe I...well...I guess I could."
She gulped. She knew he expected a lot from her when they got home, and she wasn't sure she could live up to it. Especially since her stomach was really upset. What if she farted during sex? It didn't bear thinking about.
"Come on, then," he said, smirking at the thought of finally fucking the hottest woman he'd ever seen in his life. "Let's get the train home."
As they walked hand in hand, Matt hoped that the wind would lift Jessica's skirt and reveal whatever knickers she had on, but he had no such luck. He was a shameless pervert, and who wouldn't be around such a gorgeous woman? He'd show her a great time when they got back.
As they walked to the station platform, Jessica saw the ladies' toilet was available.
"Sorry, Matt, I need to go," she said, gently resting one hand on her stomach. "Would you mind waiting?"
"You can't, the last train is about to come and I know how long you ladies take," he said. "I'm afraid you'll just have to hold it."
"But..." said Jessica. Sure enough, the train pulled up at the platform. Gulping and grimacing, she followed Matt onto the train. Her bowels were really becoming fierce now, and her guts gurgled as she winced from the pain. She was desperate to poo, and this train had no toilets.
"How far is it to where you live?" she said, obviously worried. She crossed her legs. "I really need to go."
Matt's cock sprang up a little. His girlfriend was obviously really desperate; Jessica never usually revealed she had to go. She might even slip a fart.
"5 stops from here," he said, "then a walk back."
Jessica started breathing faster. Her heart thumped as her bowels groaned. She wasn't sure she'd be able to hold it that long without farting. What would her boyfriend think?
"I really, really need to go," she said. "Ooh..."
She bent over a little, with pain streaked across her face. Her bowels were pulsing to let go, and only straining her bottom stopped her from fouling her skirt then and there.
"You'll just have to hold it," said Matt.
"I'm...not sure I can hold it..." said Jessica, tears coming to her eyes.
"You mean you're going to poo in your skirt?" said Matt.
"No, I...well...I think..." she said.
Matt saw an opportunity. He had never heard Jessica fart before, but maybe he could encourage her to let one out...
"You could fart to release the pressure," he said.
"No way!" said Jessica. "If I do that, I might go."
Matt shrugged. Maybe she'd slip one anyway. She seemed at the limits of her endurance, crossing and uncrossing her legs and sweating on her forehead. Her bottom strained to hold back the tides of shit inside her. Why had she eaten that shellfish earlier? She should have known what would happen...they were still only a bit through their journey. As time went on and the pain got worse, she was increasingly unsure she could make it to the toilet. If she lost control...her little black knickers would never contain the mess. She'd shit down her legs in torrents in public. She couldn't. It was unthinkable...but it might happen...her legs were visibly shaking under her skirt. She groaned in pain as she held her abdomen. How could it come to this? Jessica Simon, 20 years old and the most gorgeous woman she knew, soiling herself in public in front of her boyfriend?
"Pfffrt!" The rich scent of a fart squeaked out of her straining bottom. Matt savoured it as his cock strained against his jeans.
"Did you just...go?" he asked, hoping his girlfriend was dumping down her legs.
"No..." she said, blushing scarlet. "Just a fart...just a fart..."
"Pwffffff..." Another fart blew out of the back of her skirt. A tear rolled down her cheek as she groaned from the pain. And there were still 2 stops to go. She was losing control. She was going to shit in her skirt in public, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Prrap!" The third fart was shorter, but brought her even closer to releasing the tide.
"Just let go, Jessica," Matt said. "Don't torture yourself trying to hold it in, you won't make it anyway. I'll hold your hand."
Sobbing and whimpering, Jessica clutched Matt's hand. "Shit..." she said, appropriately. "Shit...I...I'm going to lose it...I...uhhhh..."
Jessica closed her eyes and gulped, trying to pretend she was on the toilet at home and not surrounded by strangers staring at her. As the train jolted, her bowels simply gave way. "Pwflflflflflrrrfff..." Torrents of shit spurted out of her bottom, filling her knickers and staining her legs. One explosive wet fart after another burst from under her skirt as the shit started to flow, splattering her legs and pooling on the floor. She dumped and dumped and dumped for about 30 seconds until her bowels were empty, then bawled in humiliation.
"It's OK," Matt said, embracing her. His cock stuck into her, and he backed off a little for fear of blowing his load in his pants. He'd never imagined in his wildest dreams that he'd see his girlfriend have an accident like that. "It was just a little accident. You'll be fine."
More shit escaped her loaded knickers and slopped down her legs. She whimpered in a sea of her own turds until they arrived at their stop.
"Look, there's a toilet," he said. "You can go there and clean up."
Jessica traipsed off the train and saw in dismay that it was closed.
"Oh, well," said Matt. "You'll just have to come back to my place in your dirty knickers and get washed up there. Never mind."
Jessica fumed. Her filthy knickers stuck to her bottom and her legs dripped shit. This was the worst night of her adult life. She really hoped Matt had a nice shower at his place. As they finally reached the door of his apartment block, she cringed as she saw an old lady coming out of the lift.
"Sorry about the mess, Jessica had a little accident," Matt said.
"I see," said the old lady. "Fortunately she has a brown skirt on, it could be worse..."
Jessica cringed as she hurried into the lift, with no tears left to cry. All she wanted to do was get clean. As soon as Matt opened the door, she took off her shit-stained shoes and looked around for the bathroom.
"Where's the shower?" she asked.
"Through there," said Matt. "Just wait for me to get my clothes off too..." he winked.
"Wait, you can't...oh..." Jessica blushed as Matt took off his jacket, then his shirt, then his trousers and pants to reveal his cock. He was visibly excited. Jessica removed her filthy skirt, socks, and knickers, then removed her blouse and bra and stepped into the shower. The water took a little while to run hot, but once it did she sighed in relief as she washed the shit off her legs. Matt gazed at her body and barely restrained himself from just ejaculating on the spot. He stepped into the shower after her and touched her pussy gently with his fingers, massaging it until it opened a little. Jessica moaned in pleasure as he touched her G spot. He began kissing her passionately and tucked his other arm behind her, then slipped in his cock. Her pussy was so tight he came after just a couple of thrusts. Jessica was overcome by the pleasure and helplessly climaxed too. They embraced tightly. Jessica really wished their first time hadn't been so messy, but Matt had had the time of his life, and Jessica knew that her boyfriend really loved her even when she made a mess... |
Here's another commission story, this one from Foxlover! This story was a fun one to write, and I enjoyed writing it! It has elements of external bladder filling using catheters, so be warned.
Locked in the Ward
Emily let out a heavy sigh as she glanced up at the clock. It was another long shift tonight. She really shouldn’t be complaining, all things considered. She was fortunate enough not to be one of the many nurses on the frontlines in the infectious disease ward or the ER, instead spending her long night shifts in the much more quiet and relaxed coma ward. Yet it often meant her shifts went by slowly. It wasn’t like she had nothing to do, the coma ward was very involved. Patients needed to be cleaned, bedsheets needed to be changed, catheters and full bags of urine needed to be replaced with fresh ones. There was a lot of nuance to the ward that most people who didn’t work there wouldn’t think about.
However, even with the busy work, her shifts here always seemed to crawl on by. Even now, she was sitting in the break room, bored out of her mind and wondering if there was something she could do. As she counted down the seconds until her break was over and she’d have to return to her dull busywork, she felt a slight nag in her bladder.
I guess I should go, huh?
Emily moved to get up, but then she paused as she placed a hand on her abdomen, judging her bladder’s fullness. She had to pee a bit, but it wasn’t urgent, and she couldn’t even feel her bladder bulging out. Unlike the busier wards of the hospital, nurses in the coma ward rarely found themselves so busy they had to hold it for extended periods of time. Emily herself remembered her life in the ER before she was transferred here. Long nights holding it to her absolute limit. Her breaks always started with a mad dash to the nearest staff restroom before she wet herself. She could still remember the rush of pleasure and relief upon finally peeing after hours of putting it off.
Perhaps, to make the night a bit more interesting, she’d try that again. Maybe not to the bladder-bursting extremes that she had been subjected to, but just enough to make things exciting. The good thing about the coma ward is that, if she decided the discomfort of a full bladder wasn’t worth the thrill and inevitable pleasure of relief, she could go pretty much any time she wanted.
As her break ended, Emily left and returned to the coma ward, passing by the staff bathrooms just outside the doors. Her bladder nagged her again and she ignored it, smiling to herself with excitement.
“Welcome back, Ems!” a sing-song voice called from the side. A tall, curvy woman with long, strawberry blonde hair sat at a desk in the nurse’s station, typing away as she filed some medical records.
“Hey Val!” Emily smiled back. Valerie was a recent transfer to the coma ward, but her and Emily had become fast friends. They were around the same age and had a lot in common, and Emily found her very easy to talk to. It helped that she looked nice as well. Her voluptuous form was a stark contrast to Emily’s more modest frame, and her own brown hair-- while shorter and easier to manage-- had nothing on Valerie’s flowing locks.
“Enjoy your break?” Valerie asked, smiling, though an odd expression flashed across her face.
“Yes,” Emily nodded, “though I practically fell asleep. You’re on break next, right?”
“Yeah, in 15 minutes,” Valerie confirmed, she leaned in, lowering her voice, “It can’t come fast enough. I’m bursting here, but you-know-who will flip if she catches me slipping off this close to my breaktime.”
Punctuating her point, Valerie was wriggling restlessly in her seat, and Emily could see the tell-tale signs of a bulge, not helped at all by the fact that Valerie liked to buy scrubs a little too small for her so they hugged her body and accentuated her curves. It was probably against some sort of dress code regulation, but not even their boss was enough of a stick in the mud to raise issues with it.
While not wanting to earn their boss’s ire by heading off to the bathroom now made sense, the fact that Valerie had let herself get so desperate was probably due to her own oversights. Valerie had recently transferred in from the infectious disease ward, and she was likely very used to putting her needs off for far longer than what was expected of her here.
“Anyway, you better get back to your post before she comes back and finds both of us slacking,” Valerie pointed out.
Emily nodded, “Yeah, good luck, and hang on!”
She felt a little bad. She had purposely put off going, and there her friend was, bursting for the same chance she just eschewed. Valerie had probably seen her come back from break and figured she was perfectly refreshed, Emily giving no indication that she had opted not to empty her bladder.
She returned to her own station, further back in the ward, and began organizing some medical records and files. It was mostly busywork so her boss wouldn’t see her slacking. There were a couple of patients who probably needed to be sponged down, she’d need to check on a few others, and due to the insanity going on in other wards of the hospital, the nurses here were often delegated to clerical tasks on their down time, to free up the other nurses for more urgent matters.
Speaking of urgent matters, Emily’s bladder sent her another signal of its fullness, and she rubbed her legs together briefly. She wondered how long she’d keep this up. Maybe she’d wait until she washed some of the patients, letting the sounds of water torture her as her full bladder nagged for release. Or maybe she’d change some catheters and urine bags, even as her own bladder begged for relief.
Emily blushed, wondering why the idea was getting her so hot and bothered, but she quickly pushed those ideas down, along with the actual urge to pee, and focused on her work. She typed away at the computer, unconsciously oscillating her spinning chair back and forth as she worked. She blazed through each file, documenting the doctor’s notes and each patient’s readings into their medical database. She managed to get through three of them before she was next interrupted.
“Oh, hey Emily, back from your break?” a voice called.
Emily looked over and spotted a girl approaching the desk. It was Claire. As usual, she fully looked the part of a punk rocker who’d been costume swapped with a proper nurse. Her short black hair had bright red highlights running through it, her lip and left eyebrow were sporting silver spike barbell piercings, and she was wearing dark red lipstick and black eyeshadow.
She was one of the younger nurses here, but while many would judge her based on her age and appearance, she was one of the most competent nurses in the ward. In fact, Emily was pretty sure she was smarter and more knowledgeable than some of the actual doctors here.
Emily nodded, “Yeah, I had a nice break. Have you taken your break yet?”
Claire shook her head as she sat down at the station across from Emily’s, grabbing her own stack of files, “Nah, I just got in a few hours ago, so mine’s not til much later.”
Emily nodded, then let out a sudden yawn before she could respond properly, “Oh sorry, I’m really tired tonight for some reason.”
“It’s cool, it is pretty late,” Claire replied matter-of-factly. For some reason, she never seemed tired, which seemed all-too appropriate. The nocturnal life seemed to suit Claire well.
Emily decided to stretch before returning to her work. She extended her arms upward and stretched her legs out underneath the desk. Just then, her bladder sent her another nag, and she tensed up as she quickly squeezed her thighs together. She looked over in panic, wondering if Claire had spotted her, but the diligent girl was already buried in her work.
Emily wondered if she should just go, but certainly the senior nurse wouldn’t be too happy if she caught her heading to the bathroom so soon after her break. Besides, there was actually a bit of excitement about not only having to pee, but also having to hide it from her coworkers, at least long enough for it not to seem suspicious, since most would assume she went during her break.
Suddenly, however, a brief alarm rang off, making Emily jump and tearing Claire from her focused, furious typing. The automatic doors swung shut, and loud clicks could be heard as the doors locked. Three chimes crackled out over the intercoms, meaning this was a hospital-wide announcement.
“Amber Alert! I repeat, this is an Amber Alert! An infant has gone missing from the west-wing infant nursery. All doors and emergency exits are to remain locked until the child has been recovered! A thorough search of each ward is to be conducted by hospital staff, following protocol. Outside of medical emergencies, only law enforcement officers are permitted to move between wards. Administration and senior staff are to ensure that everyone is following proper procedures to ensure the hospital continues to function to the best of its ability. We apologize for this inconvenience, and thank you for being patient as we work to resolve this emergency.”
“Well, that was unexpected,” Claire pointed out, “What kind of sick fuck-- pardon my French-- would steal a baby?”
“There are a number of reasons, but yeah, none of them are particularly good,” Emily replied, “I hope they find the baby soon. Kathrine’s probably on her way down right now to organize the search.”
As if on queue, another announcement, heralded by only one chime this time, sounded over the intercom, and the stern, impeccably professional voice of their boss announced, “All staff in the coma ward is to report to the main nurse’s station immediately for an emergency meeting.”
“There she is,” Claire replied.
The two didn’t need to move, since they were actually already at the main nurse’s station for the ward, so they merely sat on standby and waited as everyone else trickled in. Valerie showed up first, her gait somewhat awkward as she shuffled her way towards the desk. Emily flashed her an apologetic look, knowing of her predicament.
Shortly after, two other nurses showed up. The first was Lydia, a girl with long, black hair tied back into a low ponytail. She was pretty quiet and stoic, often not interacting much with the other staff. Emily didn’t think it was because of shyness, but it was hard to tell since she was pretty unreadable.
The other was Sarah. She was in her early 40s, though you couldn’t exactly tell at a glance, but unfortunately her beauty was only skin deep. She had a nasty, competitive, confrontational personality, and she acted like she was in charge whenever Katherine wasn’t in the room, despite her not actually having seniority or any actual authority over any of the other nurses. Katherine wasn’t fond of her either, but Sarah seemed to take Katherine’s warnings as personal challenges. She was very off-putting, and no one exactly liked her, Emily included.
That was every nurse in the ward, with the exception of Katherine. But before she showed up, one final face arrived at the desk, eyes half-lidded and expression still dazed from having just been woken up. He was one of the resident neurologists, a young doctor who couldn’t be any older than Emily, and looked to be around Claire’s age. The quiet, slow pace of the coma ward suited his laid-back, borderline lazy personality well, and despite the fact that he couldn’t have worked here longer than a year, Emily felt like he was more of a natural part of the coma ward than an actual employee.
“Hey Scott,” Claire smiled at him, and Emily allowed herself a small chuckle. It was painfully obvious that Claire had a thing for the resident doctor. The usually diligent and precise girl would get just that much more flustered and uncoordinated around him. Probably not enough that he noticed, but enough for Emily to pick up on it.
Sarah crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, “Where’s Katherine? She called the meeting, and now she’s keeping us all waiting.”
No one answered, not wanting to feed Sarah’s vitriol towards their boss. As if on cue, however, the loud clack of heels on the tiled floor echoed down the hall, growing closer as their boss approached.
A woman in a blue business suit turned the corner and stepped into view. She was an immaculate example of a professional. Her long, dirty blonde hair was tied up in a bun, her sharp eyes dotted around behind oval glasses, scrutinizing the staff. Her suit was properly fitted and her skirt was neither short enough to be provocative nor long enough to look awkward. She walked up to the nurses station and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention, an unnecessary action considering everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned to her the second she rounded the corner.
“Alright, listen up,” she began, “This is serious, so I want us to do this by the book. I’ll split you into pairs. One team searches this hallway’s patient rooms, another team searches the east hallway’s rooms, and the last team will do the supply room, storage, and the office. Once you’re all done, everyone report to me so I can report to administration. I want a full, thorough search. We don’t know the condition of the child, so they might not be able to make noise or move too much. Check anything small enough to hide an infant in. I know no one expects the child to be here, myself included, but I want to make absolutely sure. I will not have an infant’s death on my hands because we didn’t check a cabinet.”
“What about breaks?” Sarah asked, “I was supposed to go on break after Valerie got back, and she was supposed to be on break now.”
“Now really isn’t the time to be worrying about that,” Katherine answered back, her stern tone hiding thinly veiled irritation, “All breaks are to be postponed until after the ward has been thoroughly searched. After that, Valerie may take her break, and then you may take yours, like normal. Might I remind you all that this is an emergency situation.”
Valerie shuffled uncomfortably as she rubbed her thighs together, and Emily shot her another sympathetic look.
“Alright, I want Emily and Valerie together checking the east hallway, Claire and Scott together checking this hallway, and Sarah and Lydia together checking the offices. Any questions?”
Everyone shook their head, and satisfied, Katherine nodded.
“Alright! Let’s get going.”
The groups broke off and Emily headed to where Valerie was. Emily’s own need made itself known again, but that was nothing compared to the urgent situation Valerie was in.
“Sorry, hang in there!” Emily smiled apologetically, “Let’s get going! The sooner we can finish this up, the sooner you can go.”
Valerie flashed her a surprised, worried look, “Did you forget? The staff bathroom in this ward is out of order, so the only working bathrooms were the ones right outside the ward. But we’re on lockdown, so I can’t leave.”
Emily froze over in realization. It was true. The staff bathrooms had completely flooded a few weeks ago and they had to shut off the water. With hospital resources already stretched thin, fixing a single bathroom in one of the quieter wards wasn’t really a priority, so it had been locked up in a state of disrepair for a while.
If it had been any other ward, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Most rooms had bathrooms in them for the patients. However, the coma ward had been constructed with cost savings in mind. Coma patients didn’t typically need bathrooms, and the visitors could use the very accessible public bathrooms right outside the ward, and the one staff bathroom was thought to be enough for the nurses and doctors working there.
“Oh shoot, you’re right,” Emily frowned, feeling her own full bladder. Suddenly, her decision to hold it was looking like a very bad idea.
“Well, either way, I’m gonna have to hold it one way or another until we’re done with this search,” Valerie noted, “So let’s get going.”
Ignoring their bladders, both her and Emily headed to the east hallway. The simplest thing would be to start at the far end and then work their way back, so they headed down to the final room and began the search. It was slow-going at first. Valerie was clearly distracted, and Emily was surprised at how many baby-sized places there were in the room of a coma patient. She was doing a relatively good job ignoring her bladder, especially compared to her obviously desperate friend, but bending over to look under and behind things would put an uncomfortable pressure on it, and she’d tense up her legs each time.
Surprisingly, however, they eventually got into a swing, and with each room they searched, they got faster and faster. However, Emily could not ignore Valerie’s clear discomfort. She was restless, even when searching. Hopping from foot to foot, squeezing her legs together and crossing them as she stood, and dancing around trying to hold back the flood. Emily could see her bulging bladder clearly even from across the room, and it was clear she was holding back quite a lot.
“Oh shit!” Valerie cursed, doubling over as she jammed her hands between her legs. She shuffled her legs frantically as she squeezed her eye shut, drawing in a sharp breath as she was struck with a wave of desperation. Emily’s own bladder spasmed sympathetically as she watched her friend struggle, but she fought back her own urges as she watched Valerie with concern.
After a few moments, she straightened up and turned to Emily, “Sorry, just nearly lost it there. Let’s hurry and hope Katherine has an idea for the whole no bathrooms thing.”
“Right!” Emily nodded, herself wanting to at least know what the game plan for that was. She wasn’t yet desperate, but her bladder was full enough that if the lockdown lasted for even just a few hours, she wasn’t going to last, and Valerie had even less time from the looks of it.
The two continued to search the east hall, making short work of the rest of the rooms. Valerie still couldn’t keep still for a moment, but she didn’t have any more close calls, and Emily herself was able to push back any urges to pee. Unsurprisingly, the missing infant did not magically show up in any of the coma patient’s rooms, and by the end of their search, they kind of felt like they had just needlessly wasted their time.
“Alright that’s the last place we need to check,” Emily replied.
“Oh thank god!” Valerie sighed in relief.
“Let’s head back to Katherine’s office. Hopefully the others are done now too.”
The two made their way to the administrative office, Valerie shuffling along desperately the whole way down. By the time they got there, Claire and Scott were already standing and chatting, with Claire red-faced and grinning like a schoolgirl at whatever Scott was saying. She was shuffling in place slightly too, and ordinarily Emily would’ve written it off as just nerves from talking to someone she clearly liked. However, with her having put off a trip to the bathroom and with Valerie’s desperation on her mind, she wondered if Claire was also feeling the effects of a full bladder.
It sounded like Katherine was talking on the phone to someone in her office, so they joined Claire and Scott in waiting, Valerie trying not to make her need super obvious even as she danced in place. Not too long after, Sarah and Lydia also arrived. Lydia looked drained, probably from being bossed around, and Sarah looked irritated, crossing her arms and tapping her foot as they waited for Katherine to be off the phone.
Luckily for her, and also Valerie, it didn’t take too long for Katherine to free herself up and emerge from her office. She looked around at the staff that had gathered and nodded.
“I presume given the lack of any squirming, crying infants that our ward’s clear?”
Everyone nodded in confirmation, and Katherine nodded to herself.
“I figured it was unlikely that any would-be kidnapper would hide themselves or the child in the coma ward, given how quiet it is. Still, you can never be too careful. I just got off the phone with the director. We won’t be allowed to open our ward up until all the wards have been searched, in case the kidnapper’s on the move. We don’t want them gaining access to an already searched ward and overlook them. Valerie, you’ll have to take your break here, and you too, Sarah, if the lockdown lasts that long.”
“Um,” Valerie spoke up, “I actually had a bit of a question. What are we supposed to do about the bathroom?”
Katherine paused, and her eyes lit up as if she just realized there were no bathrooms in the ward proper, with the only one they had access to being out of order. She furrowed her brow, as if trying to think of a solution, but then she shook her head.
“I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about that. You’ll all have to wait until lockdown is over.”
“What?” Sarah asked, the most irritated out of all of them, “That’s ridiculous.”
Katherine shook her head, “Sorry, but we’re on lockdown, so we can’t leave the ward. I wouldn’t even have authorization to unlock the doors even if I wanted to break protocol, which I don’t. The best I can do would be to give you all authorization to use the medical supplies in the storage room.”
“But we don’t have any bedpans in there,” Claire pointed out, “And we’re running low on catheter bags, last I checked. Not that I think any of us would want to use a catheter anyway.”
Katherine lowered her stern, professional facade for a moment and flashed everyone an apologetic look, “I know, I’m really sorry, but my hands are tied too. I can’t exactly do anything about it. I’ll have to ask everyone to return to work, we’re going to try to maintain operations as much as possible in this state. Obviously that doesn’t include you, Valerie, you can take your break.”
Everyone, with the exception of Scott, who was wearing the same dull, laid-back expression he always had, glanced around worriedly as they all parted ways. Emily herself was starting to grow concerned. Certainly she could hold out for a bit, but she was really regretting not going to the bathroom when she had the chance.
Valerie, on the other hand, did not look thrilled, as she left the room behind Emily, she immediately doubled over and danced in pace.
“Oh fuck oh fuck, Ems, I really… I really can’t hold it anymore, what should I do?”
“Maybe you can find something in the storage room, like something to pee into,” Emily suggested, “I can even help you look.”
Emily didn’t also want to admit that she wanted to find out if there was something she could pee into. Best case scenario was that they found something, and Valerie could finally pee and Emily could take the opportunity to relieve herself too. Worst case, they didn’t find anything, and Valerie would have an accident. Emily hoped, for Valerie’s sake as well as her own, that that second one didn’t happen.
They made their way into the storage room, looking around for anything Valerie to use. At first Emily hoped they’d find a spare bedpan tucked away somewhere, but much like Claire said earlier, there weren’t any. Likewise, there weren’t any catheter bags left in the storage room either. There were plenty of catheters, and even a few bladder pumps, either for when patients needed help emptying their bladders or for when they needed to fill a patient’s bladder, mostly for ultrasound purposes. Yet there wasn’t a single container where Valerie could relieve herself into.
“Sorry, Val,” Emily frowned, “It doesn’t look like there’s anything here.”
“Shit, Ems,” Valerie was on the verge of tears, holding all her pent-up urine in, “I’m literally about to wet myself here!”
Suddenly, an insane idea struck Emily, and she paused, wondering if she was really crazy enough to even suggest it. She glanced back at the catheters and the bladder pumps, and then to her squirming friend who truly looked to be ready to wet herself right there.
“Hey, Val, this is gonna sound crazy, but maybe we can use these and I can… help you hold it.”
Valerie looked at Emily and at the catheters and pump she had in her hands. Realization dawned on her face and her eyes grew wide.
“Wait, you don’t mean you’re literally going to pump all my urine into you?”
“Not all,” Emily shook her head, “You’re full to bursting there, and all that would do is make me wet myself instead. But I could probably take some of it and we can both make it out of this dry.”
“That’s crazy,” Valerie pointed out.
“It is, but I don’t see another option here,” Emily replied.
Valerie gave one last look around as though she were searching for something, anything else to use, but she was then struck with another strong wave of desperation and doubled over, jamming both hands between her legs.
“F-fine, let’s hurry!”
The two dropped their bottoms and Emily got to work preparing the catheters as Valerie danced desperately. With no small amount of discomfort, Emily worked the catheter into her first, and felt her full bladder trying to push her urine out through the still-closed tube. She then helped Valierie with her end, no small feat considering how desperate her friend was, and finally the two hooked up the pump.
“R-ready?” Emily asked, the catheter inside of her only heightening her own need.
“Y-yeah,” Valerie nodded, her face bright red.
Emily switched on the pump and winced as she felt it fight against her bladder, pushing Valerie’s urine into her. Valerie moaned in relief as her pent-up flood flowed out of her bulging bladder and into Emily. Emily’s desperation increased ten-fold as she felt her own bladder grow and distend, not expecting such a sharp influx of new fluid.
As the two were sorting themselves out, however, the door to the storeroom opened, and Claire stepped in. She caught the two in their compromising position, and as her eyes darted from Valerie to Emily to the catheters and pumps between them, her face lit up like a christmas tree and she gave a meek “S-sorry!” and rushed back out of the room.
Before Emily could fully register her embarrassment, though, her bladder quivered, and she looked over at Valerie. Her bulging bladder had all but vanished, and Emily herself was starting to get quite full.
“O-okay, that’s all I can take,” Emily replied, switching off the pump, “Do you think you can hold it now?”
“Y-yes,” Valerie nodded, “I’m still pretty full, but I was seriously on the verge of pissing myself earlier. I feel much better now. I can hold this.”
“Good,” Emily nodded, “Now to take these out. Get ready. It’d be a shame if, after all the effort we put in, we both wound up wetting ourselves anyway.”
Emily slowly removed Valerie’s catheter and she clamped down, letting out the smallest of spurts before she pulled up her pants and rubbed her abdomen. Emily herself did the same, slowly pulling the catheter out of her and clamping her muscles down as soon as it was free before she let out all the urine she had just pumped into herself.
She let out a desperate moan as her bladder screamed for release, but the wave passed and soon the two were cleaning up and getting ready to head back to their stations.
“I’ve still got about fifteen minutes left on my break, so I’ll keep trying to look for something to properly relieve myself,” Valerie replied, “If I find anything, I’ll let you know immediately.”
“Thank you,” Emily nodded. She had been feeling pretty full even before she offered to help Valerie, and now that she had even more pee inside her, she was definitely feeling desperate. Even if she kept holding it, she wanted to at least know she had the option to go.
The two made their way out of the room and Emily looked around for Claire, but she was nowhere to be seen. Whatever she had come into the storeroom for, she obviously didn’t need it enough to wait outside for them to be done. Valerie headed off somewhere and Emily returned to the main nurse’s station where she had been doing paperwork. Claire had seemingly already finished her own stack, but Emily’s was only half-finished. Emily sat down and crossed her legs, enjoying the brief relief sitting down and holding it without having to walk earned her.
She got back to work, typing away and trying to ignore her full bladder. It was much harder than it had been before, and she sincerely hoped Valerie would come swooping in with something they could use to pee into. Unfortunately, as the time on Valerie’s break ticked away, she was nowhere to be seen.
Another spasm struck Emily and she stopped typing briefly, jamming her hands between her legs. The desperation passed quickly, but she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate and push her need to the back of her mind.
Damn, I really should’ve gone before the end of my break! I wish I had known we’d get locked in!
Still, Emily didn’t want to dwell on that too much. Hindsight was 20/20, and it wasn’t like regretting her decision now was going to help her hold it until the end of lockdown. Instead, she buckled down, squeezed her thighs together, and continued working, hoping the paperwork would get her mind off of her need to pee, at least until she was done.
Surprisingly, it worked, for the most part. Aside from the occasional pause where she had to hold herself or readjust her position to try to take pressure off her full bladder, she was able to get most of her work done while pushing back her desperation to the back of her mind. She was just finishing up when she had to stop again, crossing her legs desperately as she clamped down on her crotch. Before she got back to work, she heard the sounds of her boss’s footsteps.
Katherine rounded the corner and, upon seeing Emily, headed straight for the nurse’s station.
“Emily, would you mind helping Lydia make her rounds? She and Sarah were supposed to tend to the patients in the east hall, but Sarah was stubborn and wouldn’t wait to go on break even when I asked her to.”
“Sure thing, I’ll just finish this up really quick, I’m on the last file, shouldn’t take me more than a couple minutes.”
Katherine nodded, “Perfect, thank you. I know we’re on lockdown, but we’re expected to keep things running as much as possible.”
She turned around and walked away, and Emily thought she seemed a little off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. If anything it might just be the stress of the lockdown getting to her. She was probably talking with hospital administration about any number of things.
Emily stood up to go find Lydia and immediately regretted it. Her bladder screamed at her and she jammed both of her hands between her legs, squeezing her legs together and dancing desperately in place as she tried not to leak. The wave passed, but she found walking was very uncomfortable, her bladder jostling in her abdomen with each step.
She found Lydia starting to tend to one of the patients in the east hall, and entered the room to help her. Patients needed to be washed regularly and their sheets needed to be changed. They also needed to be repositioned so sores wouldn’t develop from lying down for so long, they needed to be monitored for any problems, and care needed to be taken that clots didn’t form in their legs from remaining immobile. Lydia was in the middle of sponging down the patient, and Emily found herself cursing mentally. Just earlier she was fantasizing about the excitement of having to hold it while splashing a bunch of water around, but now the sounds of it coupled with her full bladder felt like torture.
For what it was worth, Lydia also looked slightly uncomfortable, shuffling from leg to leg as she bathed the comatose patient.
The patient was named Elizabeth, a girl in her mid twenties that had been in a near-fatal car accident and lost a lot of blood. The coma ward was usually a really lonely place. Over time, people would make less and less trips to visit the patients here as they lost hope of them ever waking up. This girl was different, though. Even now there were fresh flowers in the vase on the table next to her bed, placed there by her boyfriend, who’d visit at least twice, maybe three times a week. He’d talk to her like she could hear him, eagerly regaling her with tales of his work day, and talking about all the amazing things they could do when she finally woke up. It didn’t matter at all to him that the chances of her ever waking up were in the single digits, and dropping each day she didn’t.
Emily wasn’t sure if that made it worse or better.
She joined Lydia in helping her sponge the patient down, ignoring her own desperation and focusing on Lydia’s. Her fellow nurse hadn’t said anything about it, but it was obvious that she had to pee pretty badly. Emily briefly wondered if her own need was so obvious, but she figured at the very least she was keeping herself more composed. Lydia knees buckled every time she had to wring out the sponge, and she bit her bottom lip every time the sound of water splashing off of the patient and into the basin beneath them got to her.
Emily was grateful once they were done. She helped Lydia change the sheets and redress Elizabeth, and they lowered her back down onto the bed, hooking her back up to the various monitors.
With that, the two moved slowly on. It was torture bathing some of the patients, and Emily was really feeling the effects of all the extra urine inside of her. But as bad of a state as she was in, it didn’t pale in comparison to Lydia. She was dancing around, unable to sit still, and it got to the point where she would visibly wince every time she so much as touched the water. Emily wasn’t sure if Lydia would make it through all the patients dry at this rate.
While washing another one of the patients, an older man, Emily noticed a nasty rash near his IV injection site.
“Oh, yikes, looks like Stephen has an infection,” she frowned, “We should change his injection site and put him on some antibiotics as soon as lockdown is over.”
Lydia nodded, “Y-yeah.”
Once they finished bathing him and changing his sheets, Emily took his temperature as Lydia shuffled off to grab supplies. Sure enough, he had a fever. It wasn’t urgent enough that they needed to alert Katherine, but Emily made a mental note to grab some broad-spectrum antibiotics from the hospital’s pharmacy as soon as lockdown was over. Or at the very least after a much-needed trip to the restroom.
Lydia returned, shuffling back and handing the supplies to Emily. Emily worked quickly removing the old line and cleaning up the site, but when she moved to his other arm, she had a significant amount of trouble trying to find his vein.
“Ah, Lydia, this guy’s veins are invisible I swear,” Emily frowned, “Can you help me with this? You’re always the best at finding veins.”
Lydia looked down and frowned, “I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t… I don’t think I can. In truth, I really gotta pee. I’m bursting here. I don’t think I can sit still long enough to help. S-sorry.”
Emily struggled a bit trying to find the vein before she bit her lip. She knew Lydia didn’t have much longer to hold it anyway, and she really needed her help. The only solution she could think of came back up, but Emily wasn’t sure how good of an idea that was considering she was also feeling quite desperate. She debated a few moments longer, but as she watched Lydia struggle and squirm, she knew she had to act fast or Lydia wouldn’t even make it to the storeroom.
“H-hey, so,” Emily blushed, “I really need your help with this, and I doubt you’ll last much longer, I think I have an idea. I actually already helped Val out with this earlier.”
Emily explained her idea and Lydia’s face lit up like a christmas tree. She squirmed around, clearly weighing her options, but in the end her swollen bladder won out over her embarrassment.
“F-fine, but just enough so that I’m not on the verge of wetting myself. I doubt you can take all of this anyway.”
“Yeah, I’ll stop it before it gets too much,” Emily replied.
The two made their way back to the storage room, and on their way in, they saw Claire and Scott heading out of the storeroom together, with Claire blushing madly. At first Emily thought the two had finally hooked up and had sex in the storeroom, but then her eyes landed on Claire’s bulging bladder. Claire clearly was holding onto a lot, and Emily doubted the two had sex if she was that full.
The two parted ways and Claire refused to meet Emily’s inquisitive gaze, instead beelining it back towards the nurse’s station. Scott sauntered off somewhere himself, leaving Lydia and Emily alone to use the storeroom. Having done it once with Valerie, Emily made quick work of the setup, trying to make it before Lydia straight-up wet herself on the floor of the storeroom.
“Okay, here I go,” Emily replied, turning on the pump. She felt her bladder yell in protest as the foreign urine flooded in, and she bit her lip and gripped her thighs as the pressure built up. Last time it hadn’t been pleasant either, but this time there was so much extra pressure Emily was almost sure that if she didn’t have a catheter in, she’d be pissing herself.
Lydia let out a sigh of relief as the contents of her bladder were transferred into Emily’s. She was certainly holding back a lot. With her bottoms down, Emily could see the swollen bump on her abdomen where her bladder sat. Emily wanted to give her as much relief as possible, but her own bladder was filling up fast, and she didn’t want to get to the point where she couldn’t hold it herself anymore.
“I’m… I’m gonna need to stop it,” Emily warned Lydia.
“No no, please, just a little bit more!” Lydia begged.
Against her better judgement, Emily obliged, giving her a few more seconds of relief, but then she switched off the pump. Removing the catheters was much more of an ordeal since both were still much fuller than when she and Valerie had done the same thing, and Lydia even let out a few errant spurts before she was able to get it under control. Emily managed to stay dry somehow, and she quickly cleaned up and took care of the used catheters again.
“Okay, I hope you’re feeling better,” Emily replied.
“Much, thanks so much. Are you gonna be okay?” Lydia asked, pointing to the obvious bulge Emily was now sporting.
“I’ll manage, I have to pee pretty bad, but I’m not on the verge of wetting myself yet,” Emily admitted.
The walk back to Stephen’s room was awful. Emily’s bladder hadn’t yet gotten used to the new volume of fluid inside of her, so she struggled to walk straight as she followed Lydia back. Lydia helped with the IV, and the two headed to the next room.
Everything was so much worse now that Emily’s bladder was more full. Sponging down the patients was torture, with the sounds and feeling of the water driving her crazy. She could barely focus on anything but her desperation, even as she helped Lydia tend to the patients and change their bedding. Bending over to help with that was agony, and Emily began looking around for anything else they could use to properly relieve themselves. The wash basins were no good. They only had one and they needed to be kept clean for the patients. The handwashing station did have a drain, disposing urine down it was strictly prohibited, and if the two were caught, Katherine would certainly have something to say about it. There weren’t any bedpans around the ward either, most of them having been snatched by nurses from the other wards where they were needed more frequently.
The more rooms she scanned as they were tending to the patients, searching for any alternatives, the worse the prospects got, and as much as she hated to admit it, it looked like they would just have to keep holding until the lockdown was over.
With immense difficulty, Emily finally finished helping Lydia with the patients, and the two were sent hobbling down the halls back to the nurse’s station. Emily would have to write a report for Stephen’s infection, and Lydia had some medical records to file. On there way there, they passed by Sarah and Valerie, who were helping their own set of patients. Both of them looked worse for wear as well, with Valerie dancing around, nearly back to her heights of desperation from before, and Sarah shuffling uncomfortably. It gave the impression that everyone in the ward had to pee.
The two sat down and Emily let out a light sigh, finding it much easier to hold it while sitting down. Still, she was much more restless than earlier before she had helped Lydia, and she honestly wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep holding it if the lockdown was going to last much longer.
Still, in spite of her desperation, she had work to do. The turned her attention to the computer and began typing out the report of Stephen’s rash and infection. It was slow-going, though. Every few minutes she was forced to stop and focus on holding it, and she was really getting desperate.
As she typed, squirming in her seat and doing her best to ignore the mounting pressure in her abdomen, she heard unsteady footsteps quickly hobbling towards the nurse’s station. She looked up and spotted Claire, a hand jammed between her legs, making her way towards the nurse’s station.
“H-hey, Emily, do you mind helping me with something for a second?”
Emily really didn’t want to stand up, but she didn’t have a reason to say no, and she felt really bad watching Claire dance around desperately as she waited for her response.
“Sure,” Emily nodded. She carefully prepared to stand up, getting up slowly as to not put pressure on her full bladder. A wave of desperation washed over her and she gripped the arm of her chair as she tensed her legs up so she wouldn’t leak.
As soon as the wave passed, she followed Claire and the two hobbled their way around the corner, just out of earshot of the nurse’s station. The second they did so, Claire whirled around, jamming both hands between her legs and nearly doubling over.
“Emily, I’m about to wet myself,” she cried in a hushed whisper, “Please, I know it’s a lot to ask, but… that thing I saw you doing with Valerie, can you do it for me?”
Emily felt her own swollen bladder. She was pretty desperate herself, and she didn’t think she could take much more.
“I’m… I’m sorry, I’m also quite full,” Emily answered honestly, placing a hand on her full bladder and showing Claire the bulge. Claire’s knees buckled as she drew in a sharp breath. She was in pretty bad shape.
“Please,” she begged, “Just a little. Any amount is fine, I seriously can’t hold it anymore!”
“I really can’t-”
Claire gripped Emily’s arm, “Please! Listen, I… I know I shouldn’t have, but I helped Scott the same way you helped Valerie. I mean, he seemed like he was really uncomfortable so I offered. I just wanted to make him feel better. I know you know I really like him, so… I wasn’t thinking straight, and took all of it.”
“All of it?” Emily exclaimed.
Claire nodded, lifting up her scrubs and revealing a seriously swollen bladder.
“I’m seriously about to burst here, and if I wet myself after helping Scott like that... “ she paused, lowering her shirt and jamming her hands back between her legs, “Listen, I really can’t hold it! It’s gonna come out!”
Emily felt exceedingly bad for Claire, and in truth, she did want Claire and Scott to wind up together. Scott didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve like Claire, so it was hard to get a read out of him, but from what she had observed, he certainly was closer to Claire than anyone else. Certainly close enough to be comfortable partially undressing in front of her, even if it was for the purpose of getting relief.
Emily wasn’t in a position to take any more urine, but in spite of that, she let out a heavy sigh and gave in.
“F-fine, but just enough that you won’t immediately wet yourself. You’ll still have to bear with it until lockdown’s over,” Emily replied.
Claire nodded and the two rushed as quickly as their unsteady steps could take them to the storage room. Claire was eager to drop her bottoms, flashing Emily with her panties, the crotch already soaked through. Emily herself wanted to hurry and get this over with. The last thing she needed was anyone else catching them.
For the third time that night, Emily got them set up, and soon the machine was pumping Claire’s urine into her body. The pressure was once again unbearable, but she put up with it as she watched Claire bask in the relief, throwing her head back. Given her near-orgasmic moan of relief, and her soaked panties, she must’ve been on the verge of wetting herself.
It didn’t take long for Emily to get to the point where she was worried she’d go past her limits, and she reached for the off switch. Claire’s relief be damned, she couldn’t take any more. However, just as she went to switch the machine off, the door opened and Katherine rushed into the storeroom. Emily had never seen her boss looking so uncomposed or disheveled. Her collar was crooked and her business skirt was partially unzipped. She had both hands jammed between her legs, and she was dancing in place profusely, clearly desperate.
She caught the eyes of the two other occupants, and quickly realized what the two were doing. She quickly looked away, continuing to shuffle desperately as she faced the door, but she did not leave.
Emily felt her bladder spasm in protest and she realize she hadn’t switched off the pump yet. She quickly flipped it and Claire let out a brief shudder as she felt the relief end abruptly. Emily herself had taken on quite a bit more than she had anticipated, and she was seriously wondering if she was even going to be able to get the catheter out without wetting herself.
“You two,” Katherine spoke in a disapproving tone, trying to sound as professional as possible even as she performed a desperate pee dance before them, “That’s highly inappropriate use of hospital supplies and equipment.”
“I thought you said we could use whatever, I was seriously about to wet myself,” Claire pointed out.
“Y-yes, I did say that, but still, hospital regulations don’t approve… that kind of use for them. Who’s idea was this?”
Claire was about to raise her hand, but Emily spoke first, “It was mine. I was the first person to come up with this.”
“Very well. Claire, you’re excused,” Katherine replied, “Emily, you stay here, and don’t remove your catheter just yet.”
Emily was more than happy to oblige. The catheter was sealed off and even though she felt pressure mounting in her system, she didn’t think she was going to leak until she tried to remove it.
The second Claire left the room, Katherine bolted over to Emily, “Let me use you too. I’m wetting myself here. I really can’t hold it anymore.”
“I really can’t… take anymore in me, I’ll seriously wet myself,” Emily replied.
“T-that’s not my problem. You came up with this crazy idea, and unless you want an official write-up, you’ll do as I say.”
This wasn’t like Katherine at all. She’d never abuse her powers like this. She must really be on the verge of wetting herself. Katherine didn’t wait for a response, instead reaching for one of the unused catheters and preparing it. With a few leaks and a clear expression of discomfort, she coached it up her urethra and hooked it into the end of the pump that Emily still had connected to her own catheter.
Katherine switched on the pump herself, and Emily let out a whimper as Katherine’’s urine flooded out of her. With her tighter business suit, Emily could clearly see the bulge jutting out from Katherine’s abdomen. She had a lot, and Emily wasn’t even sure if Katherine would let her stop even if she begged.
Feeling the pressure grow more and more, Emily let out moan after moan of desperation as she wriggled in place. She could feel her bladder distending to uncomfortably full levels. With all the pee inside of her, she would be surprised if she could get the catheter out dry, let alone hold it until the lockdown ended.
“P-Please, stop, no more, I can’t,” Emily cried.
Katherine wasn’t listening anymore, though. She merely continued letting the pump drain her swollen bladder’s contents into Emily, until her bulge had significantly reduced in size. Only then did she finally stop the pump, and with great care she removed her own catheter and clamped her hand down before any leaks could escape.
“I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t actually going to write you up if you had said no, I just really, really had to go.”
Emily wasn’t paying attention. She couldn’t. The sudden influx of urine from both Claire and Katherine was too much. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief, and she didn’t think she could move, let alone remove her catheter and continue with her duties here.
I… I gotta… I need to pee so bad!
“I’ll let you stay in here to sort yourself out. You can take a fifteen,” Katherine replied, “I appreciate you letting me relieve myself a little, so I’ll do at least that much.”
Emily nodded, still trying to fight back the wave of pressure and desperation, and heard Katherine leave. Finally, she was able to right herself, and slowly slide the catheter out of her. The second it did, she let out a spurt that spattered onto the floor, and she tensed her whole body, shaking in the effort to stop the flow. By some miracle she managed, clamping down on her crotch and stopping any more leaks. Still, every movement was agony, and as she cleaned up herself and the floor, she could feel every movement send waves of pressure through her bladder.
Somehow, she managed to hold it as she finished taking care of the used catheters, but as she fixed her clothes and left the storeroom, she let another leak out, and was forced to jam both hands between her legs. The pressure was too much. She wasn’t sure how she’d make it back even to the nurse’s station, let alone sit there and hold it for who knew how long. Maybe if she found Valerie, she could explain what happened and try to get her to at least alleviate some of her now monstrous desperation, but she doubt between the two of them it would help any.
No… I’m at my limit! I can’t… I really can’t hold it!
With her thighs clamped together and both hands between her legs, she slowly staggered towards the nurse’s station, each step nearly causing her to lose it. She let out another leak and her panties were now in a similar shape to Claire’s. She wouldn’t be surprised, given how desperate everyone was, if everyone’s panties were in similar states..
Breathing heavily as she trudged along, all she wanted to do was for lockdown to be over so she could pee into a proper toilet. She just barely made it to the nurse’s station as it was, unsteadily making her way back towards her computer. She looked at the screen, but her eyes refused to focus on it.
Lydia, who was still squirming desperately in her seat behind her, turned around.
“Yikes, Emily, what happened? You look almost pregnant there.”
“Pee… so much… Claire just wanted me to take a little, but Katherine caught us, and she needed to… she made me take way more. Can’t… can’t hold it.”
“Oh geez,” Lydia frowned, “I’m really sorry. Do you think it’ll help if I take any back? I really don’t want to but you look much worse than me right now.”
Emily wanted to say yes, but to be honest, she wasn’t even sure if she’d make it back to the storeroom in this state. It was all she could do to stay seated and keep herself as dry as possible. She didn’t think walking was going to work anymore.
Suddenly, the overhead sound system crackled to life, and Emily let out a spurt in surprise. She clamped down, and in the back of her mind, focused on the announcement. Apparently, the child had been found, and the lockdown was over.
“That’s a relief, we can finally go!” Lydia leapt up, and Emily could hear the sounds of Sarah and Valerie shuffling out of their rooms and also beelining it to the bathroom. Claire bolted in her mad rush to make it as well.
“Come on, Emily! You need relief more than I do right now!”
It was true, but there was no way Emily was going to make it, and she knew it. She stood up in spite of this, letting out a long, hot spurt out into her panties. The leak quickly soaked through and showed up as a wet spot on her scrub’s pants, and she tensed her body up trying to hold on. She let out a moan and took a few more unsteady steps in the direction of the bathroom, but it was a fruitless effort. She dribbled a little with each step, and she wasn’t five steps down the hall before she was letting out full on leaks every time her foot hit the ground.
She was at her limit, and the insane flood she was keeping pent up inside her would be held back no more. Her legs buckled underneath her as she burst, pee erupting from between her legs and spattering onto the ground. Her panties and not even her scrub’s pants did anything to stop the high pressure stream from spraying out of her and splashing loudly on the ground beneath her. Lydia’s own legs buckled as she heard Emily’s accident, and she rushed off before she joined in on Emily’s unplanned relief.
Emily let out a loud, orgasmic moan as the insane pressure in her abdomen relieved herself. She threw her head back and let out hot, ragged breaths as she pissed herself. Pee continued to stream down, soaking her pants fully and pooling in the growing river, and yet even as she kept peeing, if felt like the insane pressure inside of her was only just beginning to lessen.
Halfway through, the sheer pleasure and haze of her relief subsided, being replaced with embarrassment, and she made a few half-hearted attempts to stem the flow so she could get at least half of it into the toilet down the hall. However, her taxed bladder was having none of it, and she resigned to simply pee there.
Finally, after what felt like ages, her high pressure flow began to taper off, and she was no longer peeing full force. Eventually, it stemmed to a trickle, and then a couple of drops as her bladder finally emptied itself fully.
“Oh, oh my,” Katherine spoke from behind her. At some point during her accident, the woman had apparently arrived in the hallway, likely also on her way to the bathroom.
Emily turned around, seeing her boss looking at her disapprovingly, and at first she wanted to cry. However, then Katherine’s expression softened to a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, this is my fault, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have made you take so much from me.”
She leaned in, Hugging Emily while taking care not to touch her soaked pants.
“Honestly I wasn’t thinking straight. I was really desperate and… honestly, a little aroused after seeing what you and Claire were doing,” Katherine admitted, “But I took advantage of you and used my position of authority over you inappropriately. That was unprofessional of me. For that, I’m deeply sorry.”
“I’m… I’m not mad, I knew that wasn’t like you, I just... I just couldn’t hold all of that in anymore,” Emily noted, still sounding on the verge of tears.
“It’s okay. The lockdown was stressful on everyone, it’s not your fault this happened. I’ll get a janitor on this. Go get yourself cleaned up down at the showers, then meet me back up in my office. I’ll make all this up to you, okay? I am really sorry, once again,” ” Katherine replied, speaking in a soft, sultry voice towards the end.
Emily nodded, and as she started heading down to the showers, she turned her head and watched Katherine. She wasn’t sure what her boss meant by making it up to her, but it was clear Katherine had a hidden side that she often didn’t show others. She wondered if she saw some of that tonight, and if she’d see more of it in the future.
Now that she felt better, Emily reflected upon the lockdown, and her decision to hold it at first. She hadn’t ever expected it to turn into a full-blown accident, but in the end she had ultimately accomplished what she initially set out to do. She made the night much more exciting, and she had definitely gotten a taste of that orgasmic relief you could normally only achieve by holding it at the limit for hours on end. Even though at the end it was almost agonizing just holding it, overall she didn’t have a bad time, and the residual, tingling relief she still felt was well worth it.
She would definitely have to experiment with this a little more, but maybe she’d wait until they had working bathrooms in the ward next time, in case of another lockdown.
- The End - |
Another story commission by Zenkopan! This one stars Makoto Nanaya from BlazBlue! This was a pretty straightforward request, but it was a really fun story to write, especially since I am a fan of the BlazBlue games (Though embarrassingly, I never got too into their story before this. Was too busy being a filthy Noel main and shooting my friends). Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
An Eventful Errand Day
Makoto sat at a window table in a small cafe, watching the bustle of Kagutsuchi outside. She was finishing up lunch, a short reprise from the hustle and bustle of her otherwise busy day. She had quite a few errands to run, and had spent much of the morning running around the upper levels, taking care of menial tasks. Now that her lunch was nearly over, she’d have to dive back in, heading down to the lower levels for groceries and to pick up a couple of other things.
Letting out a quiet yawn, she stretched, raising her arms above her head. The cold air of the cafe tickled her exposed stomach-- her coat was slung over the back of her chair-- and she noticed a slight nag from her bladder. Come to think of it, she hadn’t used the bathroom since leaving that morning.
I should go before I leave.
She finished up her last few bites of food and polished off the rest of her large coffee, which only heightened her awareness of her need, and she was about to stand up to go use the bathroom when the waitress who had served her turned the corner and started headed towards her table. Makoto instead turned around to grab her wallet from her coat.
“I hope you enjoyed your meal, will that be all for you today?”
“Yes, thank you,” Makoto smiled, but then her eyes widened and her heart sunk.
Her wallet wasn’t in her pocket where she normally kept it. In a panic, she began frantically rummaging around her coat, looking for it. The waitress stood there expectantly, waiting for Makoto to pay, as the poor girl grew more and more worried. She knew she had her wallet with her when she left the house. Did someone steal it? Had she dropped it somewhere?
Makoto was about to apologize to the waitress and ask for more time to search, but then she spotted her wallet on the ground beneath her. It must’ve fallen out of her coat pocket. Relieved, Makoto eagerly snatched it up and handed her card to the waitress with a quick, “Sorry about that!”
“Oh, it’s no problem! I’ll be right back!”
The waitress sauntered off and Makoto let out a quiet sigh. She got lucky she dropped her wallet here and not later while down in the lower levels. The further down you went, the higher the concentration of magic element, which meant that the higher levels were reserved more for those who could afford to live and shop there, and the lower levels were often less maintained and less monitored, making them the perfect place for thugs and criminals to aggregate.
The waitress returned quickly with Makoto’s card and handed it back to her, “Here you go, thank you and have a nice day!”
“Thanks, you too!” Makoto smiled back, grabbing her card and slipping it into her wallet.
She put her coat on and headed back out into the hustle and bustle of Kagutsuchi. She was in the heart of one of the business centers of an upper district. The crowds around her were comprised of many of the white-collar workers who seldom dirtied their hands with the underbellies of Kagutsuchi. Most were bustling about running errands for their jobs or grabbing lunch. It was around the tail-end of the lunch rush, so the streets were quite crowded.
Makoto didn’t mind the hustle and bustle of the city, though she didn’t often come here for lunch. Noel was notoriously shy and hated crowds, so Makoto had made it a habit of finding quieter places to dine, even when alone. However, today’s errands had landed her right in front of the cafe and the cakes in the window looked so good she couldn’t help stopping there for lunch.
As Makoto continued down the streets, weaving through crowds with light, agile steps, her bladder sent her another wave of protest, and she realized she hadn’t gone to the bathroom at the cafe. She’d gotten so caught up worrying about her wallet that it slipped her mind. She was too far away from the cafe to go back, and even if she wasn’t, it’d be awkward stepping back into the cafe just to use their restrooms.
I should look for somewhere to go before I head down to the lower levels…
Makoto began scanning around. She figured a commercial district like this was bound to have a convenience store or a shop or somewhere she could slip in and relieve herself quickly, even if she had to buy something first. Her eyes dashed from storefront to storefront lining the streets as she made her way towards the monorail station. However, either she had picked an inopportune time to realize she still needed to pee, or fate was playing a cruel prank on her. There wasn’t a single place where she could go. The streets were lined with bookstores and specialty shops and a bunch of places where it wasn’t common to find public restrooms. Some of them might have had one in the back somewhere, but checking each one for a chance at relief would burn through too much time, and Makoto wanted to catch the next monorail.
At this rate, Makoto figured it would be better just to hold it until she got to the station. She pressed her thighs together as she walked. Her bladder was noticeably full, and each step sent a nagging signal shooting through her body, but it wasn’t urgent. Not yet, anyway. She could easily make it to the station, even if it meant the walk there would be slightly more uncomfortable.
Makoto pushed the feeling of fullness of her bladder to the back of her mind and continued weaving through the crowds, making her way to the rail station. However, as she got closer, she noticed a lot more congestion, until she finally got to a huge crowd standing in front of a blocked off road.
Squeezing her way to the front, she saw a number of workers clearing out some rubble, as well as a number of officers blocking off the road. She saw one of them and flagged him down. Whether it was because he was close by or because she was wearing a military coat, he headed over to her quickly.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, there was some sort of explosion. Magical in nature. We’re investigating and clearing the road, so for now this area’s blocked off unless you have authorization.”
“Okay, thanks! I was just curious.”
Makoto slipped back into the crowd and squirmed in place as her bladder once again reminded her of its fullness. She definitely needed to pee by this point, but her main concern was the detour. It seemed the officers were ushering people down a path, but if her memory of this area was reliable, that would add another fifteen minutes to her walk. She didn’t have that kind of time, less-so if she wanted to make a trip to the bathroom before boarding the monorail.
Her only other option was to take a shortcut. She knew the side streets and alleys well enough to cut through to the station while avoiding the area that was blocked off. The only problem was she was less likely to find a bathroom on the way. While she had resolved to just wait and used the one at the station, her bladder was getting more and more full, and she really wasn’t about to turn down a restroom if one showed up along the way.
She felt her bladder, bulging slightly out, having been steadily filling since she left her home that morning. She wouldn’t say she was desperate, she had definitely had to hold it much longer, but she definitely needed to go. She shuffled around and weighed her options. Ultimately, however, the shortcut was her only real choice if she wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to miss the monorail.
With a slight squeeze of her thighs and a light sigh, Makoto steeled herself and slinked into one of the alleyways, ready to head off to her destination. For some reason, now that she was delayed, her bladder was making itself way more known than before. Whereas before she had been relatively successful with ignoring her body’s needs, now simply walking was sending uncomfortable waves through her full bladder. The large coffee she had at the cafe certainly wasn’t helping. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was reminded that caffeine was a diuretic.
On the bright side, she no longer had to weave and dance through the crowds, and could take much more steady steps. She could also keep her legs pressed together more, which helped her a little.
As she continued slinking through the alleys, she checked the time. She still had a time buffer between the time she expected to reach the station and when her train left, but she’d be cutting it pretty close. Still, she really had to go and would much prefer using the station restrooms here than in the lower levels. She’d have to hurry if she wanted to make it to the station on time.
Makoto quickened her pace and once again tried to push her desperation to the back of her mind, though that was easier said than done. She made her way through the alley and emerged out onto a quiet side street. This area was more residential, and she doubted she’d be able to find a bathroom, but that didn’t stop her from looking. As she suspected, however, most of the areas around here were apartment complexes and other housing. She was hoping she’d find a single convenience store she could pop into real quick, but it seemed like this city’s design was particularly unforgiving to her today.
Trudging onwards without relief, Makoto continued down the side streets. She was rubbing her thighs together as she walked, biting her lip as her urge to pee continued to grow. By the time her shortcut had her slipping back into the alleyways, she briefly considered just giving up and going where she was. It was dark enough and sparse enough that no one would see her, and she wouldn’t have to worry about slipping in a trip to the bathroom at the station when she was already short on time.
No, I have to pee, but I’m not that desperate. I can make it to the station.
Mentally shooting down the idea of relieving herself in the back alleys, she continued onwards. She was just about back to the main road past where it had been blocked off, when she heard someone let out a horrified cry that was quickly muffled. Her sensitive ears quickly pinpointed where the cry had come from, and she ducked down, peering around the corner of an adjacent alley.
Two thuggish men were harassing some woman who had, for one reason or another, wandered off the main road and into the alleys. A daytime mugging was pretty bold, but then again, these thugs didn’t seem like they lived here in the upper levels.
“Listen, lady, hand over that pretty handbag of yours and no one needs to get hurt.”
That was all the context Makoto needed. In the next moment, she had dashed forwards, tossing her coat aside and delivering a strong punch to the first man’s stomach. However, the sudden movements seriously strained her bladder, and she stumbled as she squeezed her thighs together. She tensed her whole body up and barely managed to hold back a leak. The other thug took the opportunity to charge at her, brandishing a knife.
Makoto quickly ducked under the knife swing and delivered a strong uppercut to the poor man’s jaw, and even without her trusty tonfa, she could hear a rather painful cracking sound. She would have struck a victorious pose and admired her handiwork, had it not been for that last maneuver sending a jolt through her bladder so soon after the last one. She jammed a hand between her legs and winced, but even as she clamped down and fought to regain control of her bladder, she still let out a leak into her panties.
Still, she managed to keep it to just a leak, and quickly regained her composure.
“T-thank you!” the woman smiled, though she also seemed a little unsteady on her feet, “I uh, I came back here to… er… take care of something, but those two men jumped me.”
The way the woman was squirming and hopping from foot to foot desperately told Makoto everything she needed to know. Apparently she had come back here to relieve herself.
“I’m just glad you're safe, just be careful next time,” Makoto smiled back at her, trying to ignore her obvious desperation.
She picked her coat off of the ground and dusted it off before putting it back on. She briefly considered contacting the authorities about the two thugs, but they wouldn’t be bothering anyone anytime soon, and neither her nor the poor, desperate woman she had saved had time to wait around for that. In fact, the second Makoto made it clear she wasn’t going to stick around, the other woman gave her a hasty farewell and rushed off down another alley, likely to get the relief she had been seeking in the first place.
Makoto finally stepped back onto the main road and looked up. The Monorail station was close, less than three blocks away. Unfortunately, Makoto also noticed the monorail sitting in the station, currently being boarded. She checked the time and realized she was a little behind schedule.
Biting her lip, Makoto steeled herself and broke out into a sprint. Each step sent a shock of desperation shooting through her bladder, but she ignored them as best as she could, only going so far as to lighten her pace when she thought she was going to leak again. If she wanted any chance to catch the monorail at this rate, she couldn’t concern herself with her full bladder.
She darted into the station and scanned her card on the turnstiles quickly, slipping through and once again rushing towards the train. Her bladder sent her a spasm of protest when she ran past the restroom signs. She had to pee pretty bad, but she had a busy day and she was not about to miss this train. She could figure out what to do later.
Indeed, she managed to hop aboard one of the monorail cars before the doors closed. Her car was relatively empty, though that wasn’t exactly surprising. Maybe if it had been morning or evening there’d be more people travelling between the different levels of Kagutsuchi, but during the day it wasn’t as common. Luckily, that meant she was able to find a seat.
The second Makoto sat down, the adrenaline of nearly missing the monorail left her system, and was replaced with an overwhelming urge to pee. Her bladder was uncomfortably swollen at this point, and she really hadn’t done herself any favors sprinting three whole blocks, especially after getting into an unplanned fight. She hadn’t leaked again, but the damp patch on her panties where she had leaked from before was a cold, wet reminder that she hadn’t quite managed to make it through this dry. Worse still, now that she was on the monorail, she’d have to wait until she reached her stop for a chance to use the bathroom.
Makoto was sure she could hold it, but she knew it would be an uncomfortable affair. And that was even assuming the monorail station at the other end had working bathrooms. It wasn’t nearly as well-maintained as the stations in the upper levels, and Makoto had encountered dreaded out-of-order signs in front of the bathroom entrances before. The good thing about being in one of the less crowded cars though, was that she could openly hold herself and squirm in place without drawing too much attention to herself, or disturbing anyone sitting right next to her.
With both her hands jammed between her legs, Makoto tried to push her need to the back of her mind. But while that had worked during her walk after she had left the cafe, her bladder was far too full to make that a reality. Makoto was also having trouble getting her mind off her urge. They always tell you to think dry thoughts when you have to pee, but every time Makoto tried, her desserts would flood and turn into oceans, her dry rocky cliffs would turn into waterfalls. Her hot summer day would turn into a dreary rainstorm.
Makoto bit her lip as she continued to squirm around and hold it. She wasn’t worried she wasn’t going to make it through the ride on the monorail. The relatively smooth movements of the train weren’t going to jostle her and make her lose it, and while she did have to go quite badly, she had been way more desperate before. Her time working for the NOL had seen her far more desperate countless times, and even as far back as her time at the academy, she would often find herself in situations where she couldn’t relieve herself, much like this one.
Makoto recalled one time in particular. By some misfortune, she and Noel had gotten locked in one of the less-used, and thus less-checked, storerooms. Minutes drew out into hours, and eventually the two felt nature’s call. Of course, with no suitable place to relieve themselves in the small room, their options were rather limited.
Makoto wanted to just go right then and there. Her logic was simple. They had no idea when they were going to be found, and even if they were trying to avoid making a mess, if either of them wound up wetting themselves, they’d only make things harder to clean up. Furthermore, by the time Makoto had suggested it, her bladder was quite full, and Noel was completely restless herself.
Of course, the poor girl had insisted that they shouldn’t. There was no way she was going to live it down if whoever came to rescue them noticed the puddles of urine on the floor. Even when Makoto offered to vouch for her, Noel was insistent, and even persuaded Makoto to keep holding on too.
Makoto agreed begrudgingly, half out of not wanting to argue with her blonde friend, but also partly because she knew that if she went in front of Noel, the poor girl might lose it then and there. It was clear that, between the two of them, Noel had been far more desperate. Potentially it was because of her smaller frame, or perhaps she was unaccustomed to holding it for extended periods of time.
Either way, the two sat in that storage room, squirming and grabbing themselves and trying desperately not to pee. Noel had spent the last thirty or so minutes they had been trapped in that room curled up, practically shaking in the effort to keep it all in. Makoto herself couldn’t sit still for a second, hopping from foot to foot as she tried to fight back against the leaks she was letting out, slowly but steadily.
Finally, help came, and the storeroom was unlocked. Makoto wanted to dash straight to the bathroom and let out the hours-worth of pee she had been holding back, but she wanted to wait for Noel. Unfortunately, the poor girl had reached her limit, and they both knew it. The second Noel tried to stand, the floodgates burst. Makoto wanted to say that she had merely joined her friend so she wouldn’t be alone in her embarrassment, but that was only half-true. The mere sight of Noel wetting herself had been too much for Makoto, and her strained bladder muscles had given out.
Makoto shuddered just recalling the sheer desperation she had endured back then, and in other incidents like it. As desperate as she felt now, she was nowhere near that level, and she knew that she could make it until she reached the next station. The ride would take about 20 minutes. It wouldn’t be fun holding it the whole time, but she was confident she could hold it at least that much longer. She scissored her legs back and forth in her seat as she continued to hold herself, trying not to focus too much on the mounting pressure.
Ten minutes in and Makoto was feeling pretty uncomfortable. The bulge of her bladder would be clearly visible for all to see were it not for her coat covering her otherwise revealing outfit. She was restless in her seat, shuffling with her thighs pressed together and her knees bouncing up and down. She leaned forward slightly to adjust her position, but it only served to put more pressure on her abdomen, and she squeezed her eye shut as a wave of desperation washed over her.
I can hold it. Just ten more minutes, then I can get to the station and pee.
That was, at least as long as the bathrooms were open. Even if they were, they were always gross and run-down, Makoto usually opted to avoid them if she could. If they were closed, she wasn’t sure what she’d do. She was down there to go shopping, but most of the shops were small, run-down places that didn’t have the money or staff to maintain public restrooms, assuming they even had the space for them. Perhaps she could take a page out of the woman from earlier’s book and slink back into the alleyway for her much-needed relief, but then again, she was headed to a lower area of the city. If getting mugged was even a possibility in the upper levels where she had just been, Makoto shuddered to think what could happen in the dark alleys of the lower levels.
Not that she wasn’t confident she could fight them off if anyone tried anything, but the thought of doing so either bursting to pee, or having to stop-- or more likely not stop-- and fight them mid-pee wasn’t exactly appealing either.
If only I’d gone back at the cafe! I can’t believe I forgot.
She looked around the mostly empty train car and came up with an idea. She could go here. Or at least move to the end of the train car, relieve herself, and then come back. She felt bad about it, but she’d heard stories of people witnessing homeless stragglers, or otherwise regular commuters who’d gotten caught out at a bad time, relieving themselves on the train. With the few people in this particular car, three of which were all engaged in a heated conversation and two more who looked to be asleep, it would be a trivial matter to slip back there unnoticed.
I really shouldn’t… but it’s the best option. Besides, once I do it, I’ll feel better for the rest of the ride.
Another spasm from her full bladder was all it took to convince Makoto fully. She nodded to herself, grabbing a small packet of tissues that she carried around with her in her coat before slipping it off and leaving it on the seat behind her. She stood up, wincing as her bladder fought against the movement, and looked behind her to ensure no one was watching her directly.
She then made her way towards the back of the car. Even without anyone watching her, she tried to make it look like she was just stretching her limbs. She gave one more cautious glance towards the others on the train, and confident no one was paying her any mind, she began. She hiked her leg up on one of the benches to spread them enough so she could pull her black panties aside. The cool air of the car made her shudder, and the spread legs made her bladder scream at her for relief. But she held on enough to adjust herself, lowering her hips and making sure her stream would be pointed slightly in front of her, rather than down towards her legs.
She relaxed her muscles enough to let out a spurt, then clamped down, waiting to see where her stream was headed. Once she was confident her stream wasn’t going to hit her legs or the seats, she let loose. Pee began streaming out of her, arching slightly as she felt her muscles relax and her bladder start to drain. The uncomfortable pressure she’d been holding back lessened, turning into blissful relief as she let all her pent-up urine flow freely out of her. She bit back a relieved moan, not wanting to gain any unwanted attention.
As she continued to pee and the pleasure of relief subsided, she felt incredibly self-conscious and embarrassed over the situation. A blush crept up on her cheeks, and she continued to glance over at the other people on board, hoping she could finish up before they looked over to see what she was doing. As her bladder continued to drain, she pushed outward with her muscles, trying to force her pee out faster. Her stream surged and splashed further out from the puddle she was making on the floor, and then it slowed to a trickle, then a dribble, and finally she stopped.
She wiped herself off with a tissue and dropped it in her puddle before thinking. The second it landed, it soaked up more pee and she sighed. Her plan had been to carry the tissue away with her, in hopes that once the puddle dried it’d be even less obvious what had happened in the back corner, but instead now there was clear evidence that someone had relieved themselves, intentionally at that.
There was nothing for it now, though. All she could do was fix her panties, readjust her skirt, and return to her seat, refusing to look at anyone on her way back out of fear of making eye contact. She felt extremely self-conscious, and quickly slung her coat back over her outfit. Luckily, the rest of the ride was much more comfortable than the first half, and despite of the nagging knowledge that there was a large puddle of her pee, cooling at the back of the car, Makoto was able to relax.
Once they got to the station, Makoto made sure to act as natural as possible when disembarking, even as some of the passengers boarding as she got off made their way towards the back of the train where they’d likely see what she’d left behind. She blushed thinking about it, but forged onwards. As she passed by the turnstiles and glanced towards the bathrooms, sure enough, the familiar sign reading “out of order” was plastered across the doors.
I guess I made the right call, it’s really embarrassing, that I had to do that, though...
Makoto shook her head. She didn’t have time to worry about that. She had more errands to run, and she wanted to finish them quickly so she could return home. If she got through them quickly, she wouldn’t have to worry about finding another bathroom today.
- The End - |
A/N: Predominately female wettings in this, but there is Cheren content, so some male stuff. Written for a commission.
By the time Hilda, her friends, and the professor have reached Accumula town, she is really excited to finally get to the Pokemon Center. It has been a bit of a trek for all four of them, something that they have all agreed upon, so they eagerly enter into the sliding doors, but what they are met with is not at all what they are expecting.
Instead of the usual sterile smell of a Pokemon Center, their noses are met with the unmistakable and overwhelming scent of urine- human urine, to be more specific. And rather than the usual hushed conversation, soft beeps of the machinery, and occasional business transaction, they instead hear a lot of whimpering and groaning, sounds of utter discomfort that are also pretty solidly coming from humans, rather than Pokemon.
Once Hilda gets a good look around the room, she can see where this is coming from. The Pokemon Center is packed with trainers, all of whom seem to be uncomfortable, showing it in various ways. While some are just tense and a little fidgety, others squirm back and forth, while some are holding themselves and doing full on dances in place, and those who are not showing any signs of physical discomfort are showing obvious signs of misery.
That is because those who do not look like they are desperate to pee have already wet themselves. All around them, there are wet shorts and skirts and pants, and some puddles here and there that a few custodians are working to clean up, some of them looking rather desperate themselves, while others have dark patches on their uniforms suggesting that they have already had to clean up their own messes. All in all, it is a scene like nothing Hilda has ever witnessed in her life, with so many desperate and soaked trainers that it is shocking.
She can tell that the professor, Cheren, and Bianca are all stunned by this as well, and she can’t blame them for that in the last. This is easily the strangest thing she has ever seen, and not how she expected to start her journey, even if she knew that she would encounter a lot of unusual, never before seen things while on the road. Somehow, mass desperation and this many accidents were never things that she considered on the list of sights to see on this trip.
Even Nurse Joy, standing behind the counter where she always is, is fidgeting and biting her lip, looking like she could use a trip to the bathroom herself. None of this makes a bit of sense, considering how nice the facilities at Pokemon Centers usually are, and so, Professor Juniper leads the kids up to the counter, so that she can ask what is going on.
“It looks like everyone here is in a bit of a pinch,” she starts. “Is something going on? What happened?”
“Some Pokemon related incident resulted in the pipes getting all messed up in town,” Nurse Joy explains, her voice showing the obvious strain of trying to hold it for so long. Hilda feels a stab of sympathy for her, but also starts to feel some dread set in, as she realizes exactly where this explanation is going. “All of the pipes in town are suffering, and it is taking them a while to figure out how to fix it. We were told not to put anything into them until things were figured out, and most people decided it would be easier to wait it out than to try and go all the way to another town, but…”
She winces and squeaks, jamming a hand between her legs for a moment, before regaining her composure and blushing, pulling her hand back. “Excuse me for that. Anyway, at the time, it seemed like it might take a lot longer to reach another town, when we could just wait, and some of us are not able to leave and go that far right now. Of course, it is taking a lot longer than anyone expected, so a lot of people have given up and tried to go somewhere else. That is, anyone who can. As you can probably see, a lot of people were not able to even consider making the trip, and have not been able to even leave the building.”
“That certainly is unfortunate,” Professor Juniper replies, some nerves starting to creep into her voice, though she tries to repress those. “Is it really the entire system of the town? Not just the Pokemon Center?”
“Not just us, sadly,” Nurse Joy replies. “I wouldn’t be able to leave either way, but even the houses and the other stores are all under the same warning. It certainly is causing a lot of trouble for everyone.”
“I’ll say!” Bianca pipes up, as she looks around the room a little bit. Her eyes widen as she realizes one of the people she has glanced at is in the process of losing control right now, and she quickly looks away to give her some privacy, as she soaks her skirt and pantyhose. Clearing her throat, she continues, “How long has it been?”
“Oh, hours by now. I think a lot of people are regretting not leaving sooner, but they almost definitely won’t make it if they try and make the trip, so if they’re not going to make it either way, they might as well stay somewhere they can get cleaned up when it’s all over,” Joy says. “We think it won’t be much longer now, at least, but that doesn’t mean much.”
This really is a disaster, and Hilda can’t help but feel bad for everyone here, especially Nurse Joy, who has to keep working through all of it, and everyone that has to clean up after the inevitable messes. However, it is not just sympathy for the others that she is feeling, not when she realizes just how bad this news is for her own group. All four of them had been looking forward to getting here for one particular reason.
Not long after they set off on their journey, Bianca had piped up and asked if it would take a long time, because she kind of needed to pee. Professor Juniper had asked then and there if she thought she could hold it, or if she needed to head back, but Bianca said it was not that bad, just as long as the walk would not be too terrible. After deciding that she would be able to hold it until they got there, the four of them resumed their walk, with Bianca not actually showing many signs of desperation as she went.
However, she did bring it up a few times, mentioning that she could not wait to get to the Pokemon Center, where she would be able to go to the bathroom. After a little while, sympathizing with her plight, and starting to realize a little pressure on her own bladder, Hilda had mentioned that she sort of needed to pee as well, and that she was looking forward to going to the bathroom as well.
Time seemed to start dragging by at that point, and she became more aware of the fact that she did need to go. After a little while, when Bianca mentioned her need again, Professor Juniper mentioned that she would definitely make use of the facilities before they left, whether to help comfort Bianca further by letting her know that she and Hilda were not the only ones coping with full bladders, or being completely genuine, as they had been on the road for some time at that point.
Each time that someone brought it up, Cheren would get that much more flustered, blushing furiously, and Hilda noticed a certain stiffness to his gait, until she asked him outright, “Do you have to pee too, Cheren?” He blushed even deeper, protesting the blunt way that she asked, complaining about how personal it was, and generally kicking up a fuss totally characteristic of someone like Cheren, before finally looking down and mumbling that he had had to pee for a while now, but just did not want to admit it.
But the professor was quick to assure him that there was nothing to worry about there, because he was in good company. At the time, it did not seem like that big of a deal, because at the time, they thought that they were well on their way to being able to visit the bathroom as soon as they got to town. Though none of them were necessarily desperate, they were all very much aware of their need to pee, and all very much looking forward to being able to relieve themselves of that burden.
Which is why the shocking situation that they have walked into is such an unpleasant surprise, making all four of them start to worry about their own situations. Though they had all been confident in waiting this long to get to the bathroom, that says nothing about how they feel now that they know it might be a while before they actually have the chance to go to the bathroom like they thought they would be able to. After a long time on the road, each of them is in need of a little break, but for right now, their only option is to get their Pokemon healed like normal, and then try and wait it out, while ignoring everyone else around them, battling with their own bladders.
Bianca tries to hide just how much worse it has gotten since entering the building. She has already been worrying about it, but trying to keep that to herself, because she had promised everyone that she was fine. This is her first time on the road, her first time away from home, doing everything that she can to prove to her family that she is grown up, and does not need to be kept under lock and key. Being put in a situation like this right out of the gate makes her nervous, makes her worry that she might not actually be ready for the hardships of life on the road.
Cheren has always been shy about this kind of thing. It does not help that he grew up with Hilda, who has always looked for any and every excuse to tease him, but even beyond that, personal matters, particularly those regarding bodily functions, are things that he prefers to keep under wraps. He does not even like the fact that his friends are aware of the fact that he has to pee, much less that they know he is being made to wait for a bit longer than planned because of the unfortunate state of the Pokemon Center.
As for Hilda, she is hardly in the mood to tease Cheren right now, and definitely not over something that she is doing her best to deal with as well. She likes to think that she has a strong bladder, probably the strongest out of her friend group, but even the strongest of bladders has its limits. As long as they can make it, she is sure that she can as well, but as she worries about the two of them, she ends up worrying about herself, because, if it goes on for that long, long enough for either of them to lose control, what if it lasts that long for her as well?
Professor Juniper watches over the three of them, hoping that the kids will all get the relief they need, but she also worries about her own bladder. Though she would not admit it to any of them, she is starting to get a little nervous about the whole situation. Even she will not be able to hold out forever adult or otherwise, and she is getting to the point where she is starting to feel rather desperate, shifting her weight from foot to foot while she puts her Pokemon up to be healed.
Nurse Joy looks like she has seen better days as she gets to work, squirming more and more. It is obvious that she is doing her best to hide just how bad it is getting for her, but it is pretty clear that she has to pee even worse than she lets on, that she is just trying to keep up a professional demeanor while everyone else continues to fall apart around her. Her job must be very difficult, because she has never even had the option of trying to find some other place to pee. She just has to stay right there behind her counter and keep working throughout all of it, while her lobby is filled to the brim with desperate trainers who just keep wetting themselves.
The quartet certainly hopes that they do not end up joining those ranks, but it is really hard to tell where any of this could go when they have no idea just how long they will have to wait. All four of them can feel their desperation growing more intense just from their worries, and listening to all the moans and whimpers and occasionally splashing of liquid on the ground only makes it that much worse, and that much harder for them to control. Bianca is trembling by the time she puts her own Pokemon up, hoping so fervently that her luck will turn around, that there will come an announcement that the pipes have been fixed, and that everyone can go to the bathroom.
She knows that there will be a bit of a wait, as there are plenty of desperate people who were here first, but even if she lets them go first, she thinks that she would be able to hold it, just as long as that fix comes soon. Of course, this is all working under the assumption that things are actually going to work out like she hopes that they will, which she knows is not exactly likely. By the time she has her Pokeballs back in her hands, stuffing them back in her bag, her legs are shaking a bit, and she steps back so that Cheren can step up and get his own team healed.
He knows that it is rude to keep such an intense watch on Nurse Joy while she is clearly coping with her own private need, but it is had not to watch the way that she squirms and fights against her own bladder. She would probably feel a lot better if she felt like she could show more outward signs of her need to pee, but as things are, she just squirms a little bit, biting her lip and wincing every now and then. If she were able to hold herself or dance around, she might be able to hold on a bit easier, but instead, she just keeps doing her job like she is supposed to, clearly as admirable as can be.
Cheren wishes that it were that easy for him to keep his composure. He is doing his best not to show too many outward signs, but he really has to pee, and he is sure that he is not been holding it for nearly as long as Nurse Joy has. He presses his legs tightly together as he waits for his Pokemon to be healed, and then gratefully accepts them and steps to the side, hoping against hope that he will not have to wait too much longer, that everyone in the center will be able to get the relief that they need before it is too late.
Hilda is the last one to get her team healed, and as she watches Nurse Joy get to work, she sees the nurse start to panic a bit, hesitating and pressed a hand to the front of her dress, trying to hold herself, but it is already too late. The other three soon catch onto what is happening, watching in disbelief as Nurse Joy finally gives into her desperation and starts to wet herself. A dark spot starts to spread against the front of her dress before she drops her hand, and then it is just left to run down her legs.
She only pauses for a moment, though, and then she is back to work, healing Hilda’s Pokemon even as the stream continues down her legs. It is obvious that she has not only been holding for a long time, but that she has also been holding a lot, and that it is a wonder she could even last this long. Hilda feels terrible for her, and all four of them only admire her that much more for the way that she has kept up a professional demeanor, even in the midst of peeing herself.
“Here you are,” she says, her voice a little shaky and her cheeks a bright shade of red, as she tries even now to keep up that demeanor and hide her humiliation, acting as if nothing has happened. Hilda thanks her as she takes the balls back, and then, the four of them move away from the counter as they wonder what to do now. Obviously, going anywhere else is kind of pointless right now, so all of them have to remain here and wait until there is some sort of change in the situation, while trying to forget how badly they need to pee.
Which is really hard for them to do when there are so many people around them fighting against their needs and losing. It seems like there are more and more puddles on the floor with each passing minute, and every time someone new enters the center, they share that same look of distress when they realize that they have not found the relief that they set out for when they made their way into town.
Travelers and townsfolk alike are all suffering as they wait for the lengthy repair to finally be completed, before it is too late for everyone. For most people, it really does seem like there is no other option besides fully wetting themselves right here in the lobby, keeping the custodians quite busy. Now, Hilda notices that none of the custodians are dry, meaning that all of them have wet themselves by now, either before the group arrived, or since they arrived.
With all of the workers here in wet clothes, it really does make the situation seem that much more hopeless. She can’t help but feel terrible for everyone here, including her own friends, but right now, she also feels pretty bad for herself. It has been a long time since she has been this nervous about a situation like this, and she wishes that she had known this was going to happen. Maybe the others would not have been as cool about it, but Hilda probably could have managed peeing outside. In fact, she knows that she is going to have to do that eventually on her journey, so why not get started now?
Cheren would have the easiest time of it, but he is also the most shy about admitting to his needs like that, so he would not have wanted to if he knew the others were aware of what he was doing. Bianca would probably be a little disgusted by the idea, probably unaware of the fact that it is inevitable. But Hilda is fairly certain that a researcher like Professor Juniper is used to having to pee wherever she is able to, and was just waiting until they got to the Pokemon Center because it did not seem like it was necessary to have to relieve herself on the roadside.
Now, she is probably dealing with the exact same regret that Hilda is, but would either of them have been able to do it while knowing that Bianca and Cheren were not ready to do it? Or would they have experienced too much sympathy for the others, and wanted to join them in holding it anyway? She is not sure, but thinking about that does not do much, considering the fact that they are her either way, and have no way of turning back time to do things differently.
The group splits up in the lobby, each of them looking for something different to distract themselves. The professor wants to talk with one of the workers about the situation, wanting to see if she can get anymore information, and Bianca has some things she wants to buy at the little shop. Cheren looks for somewhere to sit down, looking more and more flustered by the moment, and Hilda just goes to look out the window, not sure how else to take her mind off of her growing desperation.
Cheren is looking pretty bad, so she knows he probably wants to be left alone. Otherwise, she would probably sit with him for a bit, but when he gets all flustered like this, when he gets embarrassed about something, he wants to try and hide it. It will be pretty much impossible for him to hide anything if she is right there with him, so she ignores him like he probably wants her to.
Though he is not doing very good, she knows that Bianca is doing the worst out of all of them. She has always had a weak bladder for as long as Hilda has known her, has always been running off in the middle of conversations because it was urgent and she could not wait anymore. Many a childhood play date was interrupted by that sort of thing, because once she got desperate, it had to be dealt with right then and there. Hilda was tougher but also not shy about it, whereas Cheren has always been like this, trying to keep his private needs private.
Of course, she can remember a time or two where his reluctance to admit that he had to pee meant that he ended up having to go home early due to some unfortunate accidents that she has sworn to never tease him about again, no matter how tempting that may be…
Thinking about all of this does nothing to help her situation, though. Remembering all of those times just makes it that much worse, but coming out of her thoughts brings her back to the present, to the room full of squirming, whimpering trainers, to the growing stench of urine, to the fact that she is surrounded by people all wetting themselves. All she wants is to make sure that she and her friends are not a part of that group.
But that might be a bit too far out of her control. Bianca finishes her purchase, not able to stand still the entire time. She can’t keep holding it, especially not while trying to maintain some sense of dignity, so she decides to give up on that. It may be embarrassing to show her needs so openly, but since she is surrounded by other people all doing the same, she does not care nearly as much.
Her long skirt makes it hard for her to hold herself, but she bunches it up under her hands so that she can grab at her crotch, hopping from foot to foot, willing to do whatever it takes to keep herself dry, or at least as dry as she possibly can. She knows that her panties are already damp from a few lapses in control, but as long as it is nothing noticeable, then she will still consider it a success. And if dancing around in the middle of the Pokemon Center is what it takes to keep her from wetting herself any further, then she is going to do it, knowing that the other desperate strangers can’t judge her for this, and knowing that her friends will understand, that she will not be met with any teasing later, no matter what may happen to her now.
But it really is getting to be too much. She knows that she can’t keep this desperate act up forever, and that eventually, nothing that she does will be able to stop her from losing control, but until that time comes, she just has to keep doing this, while time seems to drag on and on. It is hard to tell how long they have been here, waiting for good news, because it feels like it has been an eternity, at least in her current state.
For all she knows, it has only been a couple minutes, or it could have been much longer than that, but the one thing that she does know is that her own time is running out. Her panties will not be able to handle many more leaks, and her skirt is going to start showing some evidence of her leaks if she keeps pressing it down like this, but holding herself is the only way to keep things even remotely under control.
A trainer passes by her, hands clamped tight between his legs, and just as he is walking past her, he suddenly stops and doubles over, groaning as he begins to lose control, his jeans darkening as his bladder gives up on him. Bianca whimpers, squirming her way away from him, not wanting to look at the puddle he is forming on the floor, not even wanting to think about any liquids right now. It seems like everywhere she looks, there is something to make it harder on her, and she just wishes that she were somewhere else, somewhere far away from all these desperate travelers.
Then again, if she were far away from here, she probably would not be in this situation to begin with, hopping from foot to foot as she tries to hold back, because she would probably be somewhere with functioning pipes. Instead, she is here, with the broken pipes and the other squirming trainers, as she quickly joins the ranks of some of their most desperate. This journey is definitely not off to a strong start for her, and she wishes she were at home, where she can go pee whenever she wants to, where her close calls never end in so much disaster, even when she does hold it for longer than she needs to.
As it is, she is pretty sure by now that she is not going to make it, not even close. She does not want to give up hope on something like that, especially when she has made it so far, but there is only so much she can do, and only so much that she can hold back. When dancing does not do much to help, she knows that she is in trouble, and knows that she is not going to be able to make it. Even if the bathrooms were reopened right now, there would still be plenty who would want to get in line in front of her, and she would have to let them, because they have been waiting longer than her.
Of course, a lot of the people who were already here have also wet themselves, but there is still a pretty big amount of desperate trainers in the room, while the custodians struggle to keep up with all of the new messes that are made.
While Bianca is thinking through all of this, Cheren is still sitting on a bench by himself, glad that everyone else is so distracted by their own troubles that they do not pay him any mind. A situation like this is an absolute nightmare for someone like him, who is so shy about this kind of thing that being surrounded by it only humiliates him that much more. He knows that he has to do whatever he can to keep holding it, but that involves a lot of embarrassing things, things that he never likes to do, no matter how desperate he might be.
And while he tries to convince himself not to hide it just because of his own hangups, he accidentally reminds himself of all of the times he wet himself growing up, all of the times that he pushed himself to his very limit to avoid admitting his need to his friends, acting like he could just wait until he got home, even when that was hours away and he was at his limit. Those memories, combined with all the sights and sounds around him, push him to finally push a hand to his lap, holding himself through his pants. His face burns with humiliation, but this is all that he can do.
The last thing he wants is to end up with sopping pants at the beginning of the Pokemon journey he has been looking forward to for so long. How is he supposed to become the strongest trainer there is if he can’t even hold his bladder through a situation like this? Won’t he eventually end up in long, tough battles that will require a lot of patience? Of course, he will have better chances to prepare for that in the future, whereas there was nothing he could have done to prepare himself for such an unexpected situation as this.
Cheren just needs to keep holding it, no matter what it takes. He shifts back and forth in his seat, keeping his legs crossed at the ankles, holding himself all the while, glad that Hilda is standing elsewhere. He knows that even she would not tease him in a situation like this, even if she weren’t every bit as desperate, and every bit as worried about making it. She can be mean, but she is not outright cruel, just playful. Even so, there is a very big part of him that does not want her to watch him squirm like this, even more than anyone else. Strangers are bad enough, and people that he knows well are even worse, but Hilda seems like the worst of them all, because he wants to look strong in front of her.
Such a silly thing to worry about right now, when he knows that he can’t help it anymore than anyone else can, but it is still heavy on his mind as he holds himself, eyes searching the room, even though looking around has not helped him even once, considering the sights that he is always met with. This time, though, his gaze does not linger on a stranger on the verge of losing control, but rather, someone that he knows really well.
Cheren can tell at a glance that Bianca is definitely not going to make it.
Bianca knows it as well, and though she clamps down as much as she can, putting all of her focus into trying to hold out for just a little bit longer, she knows that it is no good. No matter how long she is able to prolong the inevitable, she knows that it is definitely not going to be long enough, and that she would not be able to make it even if the bathrooms were opened back up right this second. Even taking a step to go to the bathroom would end it all for her, so she might as well just let go. Even so, she does try to fight it, tries to fight off leak after leak, until her panties have grown so damp that she knows there must be a spot growing on the front of her skirt.
Still, she tries to fight it, right up until the very end, when no amount of fight can stop it. She holds herself and she crosses and uncrosses her legs, and she hops and squirms and dances, but then one of the leaks lasts much too long to count as a leak, and she knows that she is done for. The jet of urine runs straight down one of her legs, followed by another and another, until she has gone completely still, standing right there in the middle of the Pokemon Center, where she begins to wet herself in earnest.
She eventually lets go of her skirt and drops her hands, but by then, there is already a prominent wet spot on the front of it, and her panties are completely drenched. Her bladder was so full that it takes her quite some time to even be able to cut off the stream and by then, she is so wet that it doesn’t matter, and she just lets it all out, letting the puddle at her feet grow more and more. She is just one of many, her clothing another casualty of the damaged pipes, and there is hardly anyone there that pays her any mind, making the humiliation at least slightly more bearable.
There are two people who do notice, though; her friends, who had both noticed her lapse in control at the same time, and then both want to hurry to her, to make sure that she is okay. Hilda starts off for Bianca at the same time that Cheren does, forgetting his desire to stay out of sight and out of the way for as long as possible. The two of them end up reaching her at exactly the same time- so much so that they run smack into each other, bouncing back and struggling to steady themselves before they fall.
Their balance is not the only thing that they have to worry about losing control of, though. Hilda is quick to put a hand between her legs, stopping herself before she lets out more than a quick leak, though it is sizable enough to leave a small wet spot on her denim shorts. She sighs in relief, glad that it did not turn into anything worse, only to look up and see that Cheren was not quite as lucky as her.
Stricken, he has not let go of his crotch, even now that he has begun peeing, unable to get it under control. Just like Hilda, the bump had been a bit too much for him, but even though he has tried holding himself and tried to stop it, he does a lot more than just leak, and soon enough, there is a large wet patch on his jeans, spreading more and more while Bianca and Hilda watch in surprise, neither able to turn away in the moment.
Once it has begun running down his leg, he drops his hand in defeat, looking down to look away from them, but that is not much better, since, like this, he has a full view of his growing wet spot, of the soaked leg of his jeans, and of his own puddle of urine, spreading out to mingle with Bianca’s. All he can think about are his embarrassing memories of childhood, feeling as if this proves that he has not grown up much since then, even though he knows that there was no way he could have planned for, or prevented this.
“It’s alright,” Bianca says in a small voice, snapping him out of his thoughts and reminding him why he came over here to begin with. He looks up at her as she says, “It’s just really hard for everyone right now.”
“I’m fine,” he lies, though, now that he thinks about it, maybe it isn’t that much of a lie, or maybe it won’t be for very long. “I wanted to check on you.”
“Me too,” Hilda adds, and he notices that she has not let go of herself yet, still squirming around, completely shameless now that it is all that she can do to keep bladder in check.
“I’m fine too!” Bianca says, giving them a big smile so that they do not worry about her. Though she is definitely humiliated, there is no point in dwelling on something that she has no control over. This is hardly how she wanted to start her journey, but she knows they all feel the same way, and she at least feels better knowing that she is not alone, especially now that Cheren has soaked his own pants.
“Then that’s good,” he mumbles, trying to keep his embarrassment at bay.
Hilda watches the two of them, glad to see that they are at least not taking this too hard, but she still has to worry about herself. As tempting as it is to just give in right now and join them, since she knows that they would never give her a hard time for it, she also still wants to at least try. They have all been waiting for so long that she can only hope that that means that the wait is almost over, that Nurse Joy was right about the repairs nearly being done.
That is what Professor Juniper is hoping as well, as she hurries over to join the three of them, having noticed the state that Cheren and Bianca are in. She is far past the point of being able to hide her own desperation, and keeps a hand pressed to the front of her skirt even as she walks over to check on them. Neither she nor Hilda are in very good shape right now, and there is a big chance that neither she nor Hilda will stand any chance of making it to the end, not if this keeps dragging on like it has been.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Hilda mutters, mostly to herself, but the professor is inclined to agree with her there. If only they had known that things would end up like this…but she is not sure if anything they could have done would have helped all that much. Maybe, but there is no point in worrying about that now. Two of her new trainers are already soaked, and Hilda does not look like she is far behind them, and Professor Juniper herself is more desperate than she has been in a very long time, completely unable to hold still.
As the adult of the group, she had hoped that she would be able to maintain some sort of composure throughout all of this, just to make sure that the others felt better about things, and to keep some air of maturity. But by now, with Cheren and Bianca both down for the count, and her own situation getting worse by the second, maintaining an air of maturity seems like the least of her worries, and altogether pointless right now.
Though she keeps promising herself that she will just have to wait a little while longer, there is no way to know if that is actually true or not. The truth might be a lot worse, might be a lot longer of a wait than either she or Hilda is prepared to deal with. And all she can do is keep holding until the end, hoping that the end for her will involve a toilet, rather than a soaked pair of panties.
Hilda is soon imitating the movements that she saw Bianca making just before she lost control, hoping that these will help her keep some sort of hold on her bursting bladder. Leak after leak keeps making it past her defenses, but she refuses to let them turn into anything more, and refuses to let herself give into the temptation to let go and deal with the consequences later. She really does want to be able to hold it until the end, to look at least a little bit tougher to her friends, even if she already looks plenty pathetic because she has been reduced to holding herself and dancing just to keep it in.
None of it should even matter, but it matters to her, and that is why she keeps struggling against it, keeps gritting her teeth and fighting with all she has, even as the spot on her shorts grows, bit by bit, because of her frequent leaks. Just as long as they remain little leaks, and nothing more…not that it will make much of a difference, if her shorts end up wet either way. At least to her, it seems like an important distinction between having peed herself a little, and having fully done it.
It definitely makes a difference in how she feels, because if she were empty, she would not be hurting this badly, trying to hold it. There would be nothing to hold, and she would not be nearly so tortured. Her body definitely agrees that there is a distinction there, and despite her own desires, it seems settled on going for the latter, rather than the former, and though she has stopped so many leaks, there eventually comes one that she is not able to stop, no matter how hard she tries.
And then she moans, “Oh, no, not yet…” which is enough to get the attention of her companions, just in time for the three of them to watch her give up on holding herself. Her shorts are already so wet, but the stain extends that much more, and there are soon steady streams of urine running down both of her legs, until it is too much for her shorts to contain at all, and it all comes gushing out of her, splattering to the floor beneath her. Yet another mess to be cleaned up, yet another casualty of the faulty pipes, yet another trainer to lose control in the Pokemon Center just today.
The fact that she is not alone does ease the sting, as does the fact that she made it a little bit longer than her friends did, but she still wishes she could have been strong a bit longer. Both Bianca and Professor Juniper rest a hand on her shoulders to try and comfort her through it, and Cheren is polite enough to look somewhere off to the side, blushing furiously all the while. She has nothing to be ashamed of, no matter how embarrassing it is, because it isn’t her fault, and she sure as hell is not alone in it.
Now, only the professor is left to hope that the pipes get fixed quickly. Which she certainly does, because she is well past the point of being able to behave with any sense of dignity. She has to hold herself to even have any hope of holding it until the end, and staying still is definitely a bad idea right now. Even though the kids have all wet themselves already and she has no reason to try and encourage them by holding out herself, she still wants to look like the adult she is in front of them, and joining them in that humiliation does not exactly fit the bill.
Not that she might have much of an option there. She really is doing everything that she can, but that might not be enough. Her skirt hikes up a little too much as she moves to hold herself more directly, which is why she faces away from the group, not wanting to let any of them see this, while she prays that everyone else in the center is too distracted by their own misery to get a good peak up her skirt while she grabs at herself, whimpering and whining, fighting with all that she has.
There is no way of knowing how much longer she has to hold it, and there has never been any way of knowing that, not from the beginning. In a way, it has basically been hopeless from the start, but at the same time, that also means that there is always a chance that she is mere seconds away from getting the announcement that she so desperately needs to hear right now.
No matter what happens, Professor Juniper tries not to let herself loose hope in the matter, even when her bladder hurts so much that she can feel tears pricking at her eyes, making it so hard for her to keep her composure. Her panties get a little wetter every time she experiences a brief lapse in control, leaking just a little bit, but enough that, if anyone were taking advantage of her position to get a peak up her skirt, they would definitely be able to see that she was very close to losing control, that she was already leaking quite a bit.
At least, by holding her skirt out of the way, she prevents herself from getting it too wet, and that is definitely important, if she really is going to make it to the end. And she still refuses to accept any other alternative, telling herself that she has to make it to the end, that she has come too far to not make it to the end. Even if she does not know when that end is, she has to make it to the end, or else…
Or else, what? At this point, does it really matter if she doesn’t? Though she has held it for so long that it seems like the best option is to keep holding it, to make sure that she does not let all of her efforts go to waste, that might not end up mattering either way. After all, if things drag on for too much longer, she knows for a fact that she is not going to make it, and then her efforts are already for nothing.
There is a slight chance that she will make it, and make it out of this situation with her panties slightly less wet than they would be otherwise, but she is definitely going to have to change either way at this point. And the others are going to have to get cleaned up before they can go on their way, and this has already been such a long delay that she really wishes they could just get back on track, rather than standing around and waiting for her to be able to use the bathroom, if she can even hold it that long.
Maybe it is just her desperation talking, convincing her that this is the best course of action, but all it takes is another powerful leak before Professor Juniper decides that she is just going to give up as well. As much as she would have liked to avoid this, the sooner she pees, the sooner she will feel better, and the sooner they can all get cleaned up and get out of here.
With that, she drops her hands and lets her skirt fall, and relaxes her bursting bladder. She probably would not have made it even a few more minutes, so this really is for the best. With a sigh of relief, she releases the flood, not caring that her little students are watching her, because she is fairly certain that they, of all people, understand her situation perfectly. And she is just happy to be empty, to let out what feels like gallons of stored liquid. It will probably be a while before her bladder stops aching, after forcing it to undergo so much.
It feels like forever before she is finally completely empty, a large puddle at her feet, and then she steels herself and turns back to face the others, forcing a smile so that they do not worry about her. They all have sympathetic expressions on their faces, each of them understanding exactly what she has gone through.
“Well, this certainly has been an eventful start to the journey, huh?” she asks, giving a slight laugh to try and lighten the mood. “Not exactly how I expected things, but I suppose it could be worse, too. Good thing we were all packed for this and have extra clothes, huh?”
“And we’re able to do our laundry in an Pokemon Center,” Cheren adds, wanting to show off his knowledge like usual. “After the pipes are fixed, of course.”
“I wish we could take a shower!” Bianca whines. “But I guess getting dried off will be fine for now.”
“As long as I can get out of these wet clothes,” Hilda agrees, and the four of them set off to get changed.
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Another commission story! This one was commissioned by @ed2! This was my first foray into writing a messing story (which yes, means this story contains and focuses on messing, so do be warned), which isn't something I'm personally into and is also something I'm not used to writing. But I've been told I did a good job, so I hope those of you who are into it enjoy!
Trucking's a Dirty Job
Dalia let out a heavy sigh as she carried her lunch back to her truck. She was currently parked at a truck stop along one of the long interstates, one of the stops with all the amenities. Parking, gas, and the lifeblood of any American trucker-- fast food. She had grabbed a combo meal from one of the more regional joints in this area, and had eagerly rushed back to her truck to dig in.
Climbing back into the seat of her big-rig, she eagerly unwrapped one of the greasy burgers and started devouring it with voracity. She had been particularly hungry after her last long stretch of road, and hadn’t eaten a large enough breakfast to compensate for it.
Dalia was very much still getting the feel for things in the trucking business. She had never intended to be a trucker, but after struggling to find a job after college, her dad got her hooked up and she was able to get a commercial driver’s license and a guaranteed job. She had only intended to stay for as long as it took her to find a job she could actually use her big, fancy, expensive degree for, but with everything happening, the job market was particularly harsh and the demand for truck drivers to keep things running meant she really didn’t have any better options right now.
Still, she couldn’t stand some of the people she had to deal with. In her neck of the woods, most of her fellow truck drivers were middle-aged men with very traditional values. Not to mention she was a young woman fresh out of college. They didn’t exactly have much common ground, and most of her interactions while trying to socialize at the many truck stops she’d been to had been largely negative, either with them treating her like she shouldn’t be there or patronizing her and her skills because she was new, a woman, or both.
And thus, she was holed up back in her truck, on her second burger at this point, taking care not to let the sauce or grease from her food drip onto her outfit. She might have been a trucker, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from being fashion-conscious. She was currently wearing a pale orange cardigan over a black, long-sleeved blouse and a pair of comfortable yet form-fitting jeans. Enough to keep her warm during the winter, but also giving her the freedom to strip down a layer of it got warmer depending on the weather.
She finished her second burger and began eagerly devouring her fries, taking sips of her large soda between bites. She had taken care to at least pack plenty of water and energy drinks, but there was something particularly refreshing about grabbing a nice cold fountain drink to wash down the salty, fatty foods associated with fast food.
Once she was done with lunch, she crumpled up her trash and opted to toss it into the trash bag she had tucked away under the dashboard on the passenger’s side, rather than stepping back out into the cold and finding a trash bin for it. She had tossed out her old trash bag earlier, so this one was practically empty anyway.
Dalia continued to sip on her drink, leaning back and idly checking the time on her phone. She still had about 30 minutes before she needed to get back on the road, potentially even longer if she wanted to be bold about it. She mentally went through the things she had wanted to do stopping here. Use the bathroom, throw out her trash, top off the truck’s gas tank, grab lunch. She had pretty much done everything she needed to do. Considering how long the next stretch of her trip was going to be, it would probably be a good idea for her to empty her bladder again before she left, but she didn’t have to go now, and she wanted to wait until right before she set out anyway.
Leaning back, Dalia sunk into the large driver’s seat. When she first started she found the seat to be incredibly uncomfortable, but now that she was used to it, she felt herself growing drowsy just leaning back into it. Grabbing her phone, she set an alarm so she’d still have time to go to the bathroom before heading back out, and decided to give into temptation and take a quick power nap.
Dalia’s eyelids grew heavy as she leaned back and reclined her seat, and she drifted off into a comfortable sleep.
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The honk of another truck’s horn jolted Dalia awake and she shot up in a panic before realizing what had happened. She calmed down her racing heart and reached down at her phone. Her alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but she wanted to see how much time she had left. If she only had another 5 minutes or so to sleep, she figured it’d be better to stay awake. She hit the button on her phone and waited for the screen to turn on.
It didn’t. Dalia hit the button again, but still nothing. Starting to worry, she held the button down, and to her dread, the low battery icon popped up. Her phone had died at some point during her nap, and that meant she might have overslept.
She looked down at the clock on her radio, and let a sigh of relief. She was only running about 5 minutes late. Nothing to sweat over, as long as she got on the road now. She had to at least get across the state border by the end of the night if she wanted to reach her final destination by evening tomorrow when she was due, but 5 minutes was nothing. She pulled her seat forwards, adjusted the back so it was straight, stretched her limbs, and started up the truck proper. After giving it a few minutes to warm up properly, she slowly began making her way to the exit of the truck stop. Once she was out, she pulled her truck up to speed on the long side-road running parallel to the interstate, and merged into the right-most lane.
Now that she was back on the road, she switched on the radio, more for the background noise than any actual desire to listen in on the idle chatter and minor updates from other truckers, and let her mind wander as she stared at the road in front of her. She often found driving relaxing, and so the idea of spending the next 5 to 6 hours on the road before she stopped for a late dinner didn’t exactly put her off. She actually quite enjoyed the alone-time and relative quiet she got during these long hauls. It definitely beat any job she could’ve gotten in retail, with strict supervisors constantly breathing down her neck and nasty customers nagging at her for the most trivial reasons.
She let out a tired yawn and reached over into a bag on the seat next to her, pulling out the vibrantly colored can of the energy drink of her choice. She cracked it open and drank half of it in one swig, trying to place it down in her cup holder before realizing she still had half of her soda from before still sitting in the front cupholder. She grabbed it and swirled it around, feeling the half-melted ice. Not wanting it to dilute the soda to the point it was undrinkable, she took a long sip from it as well before placing it down. Over the course of the next half-hour or so, she slowly finished off both the energy drink and the soda, tossing both empty drinks into her trash bag as well.
Dalia was about an hour into her trip before she felt a slight nag from her bladder, and realized she hadn’t gone to the bathroom before she left like she had planned. It was probably fine, since she had gone at the truck stop earlier, but it might mean she’d have to stop somewhere before dinner, something she really didn’t want to do if she could help it.
Still, it was only a slight nag, and she didn’t have to go that bad, so maybe she could push the urge to the back of her mind and put it off for a while longer.
As she drove, however, another urge creeped up on her. A slight pang in her abdomen and a bloated pressure. At first she thought it was gas. She let some out and felt better. However, as she drove, it became more and more obvious to her that it wasn’t just gas. She needed to poop.
Coming off of her college days, Dalia often paid little mind to the quality of her food and diet, but on occasion it would catch up to her. Now seemed like one of those times, where her body was reacting to the fat and grease and lack of anything remotely resembling fiber. As her stomach began to cramp up, she bit her lip. Where would she go? It wasn’t just like she was in a small car or a family van. There weren’t many places where she could just park a big rig and make a quick pit stop.
“Hey phone, search for truck stops along my current route,” Dalia called out. With any luck, there might be a stop coming up shortly. She could pull over and take a quick break.
“Here’s the nearest truck stops,” her phone’s ai called out in monotone. Dalia looked over quickly at the screen and cursed when she saw that the next stop was about 2 hours down the interstate. Worse still, she was in a pretty remote area and there weren’t many exits either.
Damn… 2 hours... I… I can hold it 2 hours. I’m sure that’ll be fine.
It wouldn’t have been the first time that Dalia would’ve had to hold it during this job. Her first few days were awful. She wasn’t at all used to being in an environment where a bathroom wasn’t immediately accessible. Sure, there had been times when an inconvenient urge had popped up mid-exam or during a long lecture covering important information she couldn’t afford to miss, but she was usually able to plan around it, and at worst it meant holding it for an hour until she could clamber to the nearest bathroom.
But that first day was a bit of a wake-up call. She had started the morning with a large cup of particularly strong gas station coffee, something that, while helping her stay awake and alert, did neither her bladder nor her bowels any favors. That in addition to the admittedly sketchy gas station egg sandwich she had for breakfast hit her with the one-two punch late that afternoon. Desperate and in a bit of a panic, she took the next exit, only to land herself in a city with narrow streets and not a single place to park a big-rig.
Deprived of relief, she was forced to take the ramp back onto the interstate and forge onwards, but the next exit was more of the same. In pain and knowing she wouldn’t make it to the next exit or rest stop before having a total accident, she had pulled off to the side of the interstate and hid behind her truck as she dropped her pants and finally relieved herself, sighing in relief as her body expelled all that coffee and the bad eggs she had for breakfast.
Wiping herself with just a pack of pocket tissues had been quite the ordeal, and getting a big-rig back onto the interstate from a full stop was its own nightmare, but she had made it to her destination with no one the wiser, and since then she had been far more careful about her trips to the bathroom.
Of course, that was, until today. She really should’ve gone before she left the truck stop, running late or not. Though she wasn’t even entirely convinced that would have helped. She might have peed, but she didn’t have to poop back then, and she likely would’ve been in too much of a rush to do so even if she had the foresight to go to the bathroom.
Moreover, the interstate here didn’t have much of a shoulder, as it cut through a long stretch of forest. She wouldn’t have room to pull her truck over, even if she wanted to, which she really didn’t.
So, holding it it was. She bit her lip, trying to gauge how long she had given her current level of discomfort. Her stomach was cramping a little, but it wasn’t twisting or turning like some of the other experiences she’s had, and her bladder, while filling steadily, still felt pretty manageable. If she pushed her urges to the back of her mind, she could make it.
Of course, that was easier said than done, and not another fifteen minutes into the trip, and Dalia was struggling. Her stomach pains were coming more frequently and she could feel her intestines grumble and gurgle, likely a negative reaction to the food she ate that she’d feel as a heightened urge to poop. As well, the energy drink and soda she had downed after getting back on the road were doing a number on her bladder, and she could feel it filling quickly and sending her nagging signals that it was full.
Gotta go gotta go gotta go… I can hold it. I can hold it… maybe if I speed a little…
Dalia put her foot to the pedal and increased her speed, signaling and changing lanes when it was safe to do so so she was in the faster lane. She would’ve loved to fully shift over to the left lane and speed all the way down to the truck stop and her much-needed relief, but that was illegal, and if her license plate or vehicle number was tagged by an officer or one of the other drivers, it was her job at stake.
Another fifteen minutes at her heightened speed, and Dalia was starting to worry that she wouldn’t make it. She kept glancing down at her GPS and despite speeding, she had only shaved a scant few minutes off of her ETA. Worse still, there was a lot of pressure in her abdomen and she was in some serious pain. It had come on quickly and she wanted to think it was just gas, but she was afraid if she tried to let a fart out she’d let out more than she wanted.
She twisted and squirmed uncomfortably, placing a hand on her abdomen and rubbing it through her blouse. The pressure built to a peak and she desperately fought to hold back. She let out a small fart and the pain immediately subsided, but only for a second, and came rushing back.
Still, she had managed to let out some gas without shitting herself. Maybe she could relieve some of the pressure. It was always a gamble, but she often found letting out gas helped her hold on for longer, and right now she needed all the time she could get.
Biting her lip, Dalia tentatively relaxed her muscles and let a long fart rip out. She had to do it slowly out of fear of messing herself, but somehow she managed to avoid that, and much as she suspected, now that the pressure had subsided, she felt much less desperate to poop. With some renewed confidence, she forged onwards, hoping she could make it to the truck stop before the pain and pressure returned. She highly doubted she’d get away with that again. Moreover, while that would help her full bowels, her bladder was also still steadily filling, and there wasn’t a way for her to relieve that pressure like she could with the gas.
Thirty minutes later, and Dalia was seriously beginning to doubt her ability to hold it. She still had another hour to go, and her body was not letting up on her for a second. Her stomach cramps were coming more frequently and the pain was causing her eyes to water. She also had to pee pretty badly by this point as well, and with her mouth and throat dry from all the panting and heavy breathing she was doing, she was forced to make it worse by cracking open a bottle of water and taking a sip.
Upon doing so, her bladder spasmed and her whole body tensed up. She couldn’t exactly cross her legs with her foot on the gas pedal, so she squeezed her thighs together as she wiggled in her seat. The pressure in her backside also mounted and she winced as she let out another fart, involuntarily this time. Thankfully it was still just gas, but she had to squeeze tightly afterwards to prevent anything more from coming out. She was fighting a losing battle here.
Oh my god, I can’t hold it! I’m not going to make it!
Realizing this, Dalia began searching for exits along her route. She glanced along the side of the road, and frowned when she saw that the next exit was in 19 miles. Considering how desperate she was already, that wasn’t ideal, but that would only be about 15 minutes versus an hour. Of course, she might have to spend even more time searching for a suitable place to park her big rig, but it was her only choice. The truck stop was just too far, and pulling over to the side of the road still wasn’t an option.
It’s just 15 more minutes! I can make it 15 more minutes!
Dalia managed to hold on to hope for 5 more minutes, driving down the road as she wriggled uncomfortably in her seat, but then she caught sight of something before her that filled her with dread. Up ahead, there was a lot of congestion, and all the way down the road she could see bumper-to-bumper traffic. She began slowing down, her body protesting at the knowledge she was prolonging her suffering. Her stomach gurgled and twisted in painful knots as she grabbed at it. Her full bladder wasn’t helping either, bulging out against her jeans and begging for release.
The tight waistband of her jeans did her no favors, and Dalia reached down to unbutton and unzip them, exposing the top of her grey cotton panties. But more importantly, there was much less pressure on her aching bladder. The tactic did little to help her stomach, but at least it gave her a little more room.
Still, Dalia was in a bad situation, and it was only getting worse. Her truck was now at a complete standstill. Her exit was still 12 miles down the road, and with traffic like this she had no idea how long it’d take to get there at this point. Things were creeping along slowly, but if the traffic was like this all the way to the exit, it would probably take her an hour just to get there. She didn’t have an hour to wait before, so she definitely didn’t have one now.
No… this can’t be happening… I can’t believe this! I’ve gotta go so bad!
Dalia twisted and contorted her body as she fought against her desperate urges. Her bowels were rumbling angrily, the pressure mounting. She couldn’t relax for a second. Even if she tried to let only gas out, she’d likely find herself the victim of an explosive disaster. Moreover, while she had relieved some of the pressure on her bladder, it had filled to the brim, and she had a hand jammed against her crotch trying to hold back the flood.
There was nowhere for her to go. She’d just have to hold it, somehow, until the traffic cleared and she could make it to the exit. Honestly she didn’t even care about making it to a bathroom anymore. As long as she could find somewhere suitable to pull her truck over and relieve herself in the woods, that would be enough.
Hurry… hurry… move… move move move! I can’t take this much longer…
With tears in her eyes, Dalia continued to inch forwards in her truck. Any minute she wasn’t spending squeezing her eyes shut from the sheer effort of trying to fight her body’s natural urges for relief, she was glaring at the cars in front of her, as if she were trying to will them into moving. She searched for any ray of hope, any sign that the traffic would lighten up and she’d get to make it to the exit. She bit her lip, she rubbed her thighs together, she clenched her ass tightly as she fought against the pain and pressure of both having to pee and needing to poop.
Shit shit shit… I can’t hold it… I gotta hold it…! I should’ve taken the last exit!
Stop. Inch forwards. Brake. Squirm. Clench herself.
Dalia could barely focus on anything but her overwhelming desperation. She had to go. She needed to go. She could feel the contents of her bowels pressing outwards, trying to leak out. She let a small spurt of pee out into her panties and cursed as she clamped down. A wet fart escaped and she panicked, clenching her ass tightly, hoping she wouldn’t feel any warmth or wetness down there.
Luckily she didn’t, she had only leaked and passed gas, but she was quickly losing the fight. Her stomach ached, her bladder was full to bursting, and she was gripping the steering wheel so tightly her hand was numb. She had to go.
Please move… please! I don’t want to shit myself!
Her legs bounced frantically as she once again twisted and squirmed in her seat. The minutes were passing by so slowly they felt like hours. She tried to find any form of comfort or relief in shifting positions, but nothing worked. She was so full and ready to burst she couldn’t take it, and no amount of squirming or wriggling around would help. Her desperate, hazy mind started considering ridiculous options. Perhaps she could park the truck right here, in the middle of the freeway, run into the woods, and squat, finally giving her body the relief it desperately needed. Maybe she could try to merge over and pull off to the side? There wasn’t a lot of room, so that might be risky, but with traffic moving this slow, it might be easier to merge back in.
In the end, though, they were all crazy ideas, and she knew none of them would work. She doubted anyone would let a huge truck like hers merge over anyway, And parking the truck in the middle of the street was plain illegal, and would piss a lot of people off either way. She really did have no choice but to try desperately to hold on until the traffic lightened up.
Another ten minutes passed, and Dalia was in agony. The pain and pressure in her abdomen was making it hard for her to think, let alone concentrate on the slowly crawling traffic. It was taking all her effort not to simply soil herself right then and there. She was shaking in her seat, beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead, and she was biting her lip so hard she was afraid it would start bleeding.
I can’t… I can’t… this is impossible… I can’t hold it anymore!
As if to herald that realization, another spurt of urine escaped, soaking through her panties and leaving a coin-sized wet spot on her jeans. She clamped down hard and squeezed her eyes shut, but then the pressure in her backside mounted and she let out another wet fart. This time she was not so fortunate, and she felt a little bit of runny poop slip out. It wasn’t enough to soak through her panties, but it was enough to tell her that she was fighting a losing battle.
I can’t… I can’t… it’s coming out!
Just up ahead, it looked like the traffic was starting to move, and at any other time Dalia would’ve been relieved. But it was too little, too late now. She knew even if she tried to hold it, she likely wouldn’t even make it to the exit, let alone find somewhere to relieve herself properly. With tears in her eyes, she desperately looked around the truck’s cabin. She didn’t want to soil herself, but if it was inevitable anyway, the least she could do was avoid making a mess of the seat beneath her.
I need something... anything to put down so I don’t get the seat dirty!
As she frantically searched, she leaked again, letting another spurt of pee out. She felt it soak into her panties and into her jeans, pooling slightly as it hit the seat. She clenched and clamped down, desperate not to let anything else out.
She then remembered she had trash bags in the back. She reached behind the passenger’s seat and pulled a roll of white garbage bags out. She quickly opened one up and laid it out beneath her, the plastic crinkling under her weight. If she was going to shit herself anyway, the least she could do was protect the seat.
She continued to struggle, desperately holding on. Even with the plastic bag beneath her, soiling herself completely wasn’t something she wanted to do. Her intestines knotted and did flips in her abdomen as she desperately fought the urge to let it out. Sweat continued to bead on her forehead as her face turned pale. She was in so much pain it was unbearable, but the thought of having to sit in her own mess was worse. Moreover, now that traffic was moving, maybe she could actually make it to the exit after all.
Dalia let out a short sigh of relief as she brought her truck back up to speed. While she was still absolutely bursting at the seams, her leaks from earlier seemed to relieve some of the pressure. She hadn’t made it out completely dry, but as long as she kept her mess to a wet spot and a small brown stain on her panties, she would be content. She just had to make it a few more minutes until she got to the exit.
Gotta go gotta go gotta go gotta go! Please, let me make it!
With a second wind and renewed hope that maybe she could reach the exit before completely soiling herself, Dalia desperately wriggled and squirmed in her seat. She was hunched over the steering wheel awkwardly, contorted into an odd position that let her squeeze her thighs and clench her ass without taking her foot off the gas pedal. It was awkward and she was panting with the effort to hold it all in, but she only had a few more miles to go.
However, once Dalia got to the exit, her heart sank. It was blocked off by bright orange cones and barricades. The exit was closed.
No… no… no no no no! I can’t hold it! I needed to go! I need to get off the interstate!
That was it and Dalia knew it. She wouldn’t make it to the next exit. She wouldn’t even make it another minute at this rate. She desperately held on, but her fate had been sealed the second she saw the closed off exit.
Her body seemed to know this as well, as shortly after, she lost control. Pressure mounted and she clenched her ass tightly, but the next minute she felt all the warm, messy poop she’d been holding in this whole time practically explode out of her. Gas and runny stool stank up the cabin and filled her panties before spilling out down her legs, making a mess of her jeans. Were it not for the plastic bag underneath her, she would’ve made a mess of the seat below as well.
Before she could even relax, her bladder followed suit. She let out a few desperate spurts as she tried to hold back, but in the next moment the dams burst as well, flooding her panties and soaking into her jeans. She continued to pee, a puddle quickly forming on the trash bag beneath her, then spilling out over the edge of the seat onto the floor below. She was left sitting in a warm puddle of her own bodily fluids, hot pee and messy shit squishing underneath her.
Still, the absolute relief she finally felt filled her with bliss, and for a few moments Dalia basked in the utter relief she felt. It didn’t last long, however, and soon she was grossed out by her own mess. The pee had been one thing. In fact, Dalia would be lying if she said she hadn’t somewhat enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid flooding her panties and jeans. It was also something she could wipe up pretty easily. She could see herself potentially planning around and getting used to wetting herself if she got caught in traffic with a full bladder again. It would beat trying to hold it with no idea when the traffic would lighten up again.
But the mess was something else. She hated the feeling of it squishing beneath her, and she dreaded to think how she was going to begin to clean that up. It also stunk up the cabin to high heaven, and she felt incredibly gross sitting there. She also had no idea how she was going to clean herself up without being noticed, and the idea of other people finding out she had shit herself was petrifying.
Still, she had plenty of time to figure out this mess. The next truck stop was still 40 minutes away, and while she didn’t really like the idea of sitting in her mess that long, there was nowhere else she was going to be able to clean herself up, clean the cabin up, and put this awful day behind her.
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This is a story from my Freshman year of college, one that still haunts me to this day. I went to a religious all-girls school about 4 hours from my hometown. It was our Fall Break (a long weekend in October), and I was taking the bus back home to visit my parents. Now, usually I make sure to go to the bathroom before any drive that’s more than an hour or so. But it was one of those big charter buses, and they always have bathrooms, so I wasn't really thinking about it. I had a big glass of water with breakfast that morning, and I brought my water bottle with me on the bus (I’m really big water drinker lol). So by the time we got on the bus, I was already starting to feel it a little, but I wasn’t uncomfortable.
The drive began, and all was well for the first half hour or so. Knowing there was as bathroom, I was drinking from my water bottle with no worries. I actually tend to drink more when I’m bored, and I’d forgotten to charge my phone before the ride, so before I knew it I’d drank the whole thing. And this was one of those big 28-oz bottles, not a little plastic Poland Spring. By now I definitely had to go, so I got up and shuffled by my seat-neighbor into the isle. As I was making my way down, I saw the sign on the door of the bathroom, and my heart sank: Out of Order. Oh no. I already had to go pretty bad at this point. And I knew that all the water I’d drank hadn’t caught up to me yet. And I still had three and a half hours of this drive left. I sat back in my seat, and squeezed my legs together, and tried not to think about it.
Things only got worse in the next hour. When the pressure got too intense, I would squirm a bit in my seat, and I think the girl sitting next to me had started to notice. By this point, I was getting seriously worried about being able to hold it. I was wearing light gray sweatpants, so there wouldn’t be any hiding it if I ended up peeing myself. About an hour and a half into the drive, the bus hit a bump in the road. For just a second, I lost control. I felt myself leak a little into my panties, but it wasn’t enough to show through my sweats. I pressed my hand between my legs to stop myself from leaking any more as the bus hit a few more bumps. The girl next to me glanced over, but by this point I was just focused on not wetting myself, and I couldn’t worry about what she was thinking. I kept my hand between my legs as the drive continued.
By the ride’s halfway point, I was really desperate. I was taking deep breaths, trying not to focus on the pressure. We were stopped at a light, and suddenly there was a really loud honk from just outside. I got startled, and lost control again. It was worse this time. There was so much pressure, and it just felt so good to let loose. I let myself go for a good couple of seconds before cutting it off. I looked down and saw that there was a dark patch clearly visible between my legs. I could feel that my pants were wet where I was sitting on them, too. I thought going a little might relieve the pressure, but if anything, I wanted to go even more now.
I continued like that, squirming in my seat and pressing between my legs, as the desperation got worse and worse. There was still about an hour left in the drive, and the pressure was becoming unbearable. I would leak a little bit every time the bus went over a bump, or every time I shifted in my seat. Each time it happened, it got harder and harder to stop myself from just letting go. A little voice in my head was telling me, think how good it would feel to just let loose. You’ll never hold it for an entire hour. I squeezed my eyes shut. Eventually the bus hit another bump. This time I couldn’t take it any more. I let go, and just started peeing. Part of me wanted to stop, but it just felt so amazing. I forgot all about the bus, and other people – I was in my own little world. I let out sigh of pleasure as I felt the warmth spread over my legs. I’ve always thought that a good pee feels almost as good as an orgasm. The pee quickly started to trickle down my calf and into my shoe, but I didn’t care. My shoes both got soaked, and then the pee started overflowing onto the floor of the bus. I could hear a trickle as it ran over the floor towards the seats behind me. I just kept going until I was empty. I sighed in relief as the last few squirts came out. When I finally opened my eyes, the girl next to me was staring at me with wide eyes. I still had my hand between my legs, and now my sweats and my seat were clearly soaked through. As I came out of my little trance, it started to hit me what I’d just done. I felt my my face get super red, and I turned to face out the window. I tried to ignore the muttering from the seats behind me, as people noticed the liquid flowing towards the back of the bus. I hoped they wouldn’t realize what it was.
I sat there in shame for the rest of the ride. My pants got cold and clammy, and the seat would squish every time I moved around. My shoes and socks were still soaked through. I’d drank a lot of water that day, so luckily there wasn’t too much of a smell. The worst part of the day was when we had to get off the bus. I stood, and my sweats were clearly soaked through on the front and back. I heard plenty of giggling as I made my way down the isle and off the bus, and I heard someone whisper “did she wet herself?”
I don’t remember much else from that day. I think I walked home, since I didn’t want to deal with the humiliation of calling an uber and soaking yet another seat. And I think I managed to sneak into my room and change without my parents noticing. But I’ll always remember that as the longest bus ride of my life.
Edited December 22, 2020 by Meridas
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This was supposed to be a flashback chapter to fill in some detail about the world as part of my other story about the knight Charlotte, which can be found here, but I decided to make her wake up desperate in the morning and wrote out a big story just for that one part of the day, which I then couldn't decide how to end so I decided to write a few branches, and before long, I ended up with 30 pages of different ways she could have an accident or barely make it. Thus, I decided I'd make the flashback into a separate topic and link to it from the original. It should serve fine as a stand-alone story anyway, there's no stuff from the originals you need to know except some basic stuff about the setting that doesn't really change much.
The different arcs have been organised using quotes, as well as having a heading that indicates their place in the story. The indentation I used in open office didn't copy over right though and I've already proofread the entire thing too many times so it might be wrong. Regarding canon with my other story, [Dress Route > Remove Panties], [Trousers Route > Ask For Help] and [Skirt Route > Use Men's Room] definitely happened in some form (though not necessarily exactly as told) and the other stories also may have happened (again not necessarily exactly as told), or not, either case will be consistent with the canon.
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Princess Lily's Eventful Morning
The red rays of the morning sun shone through the curtains, dulled to a muted glow by the thin fabric. A light breeze rippled across them, sending a cascade of shadows moving through the expansive bedroom. An ornate desk sat beneath the window, its emptiness contrasting the scratched surface that indicated heavy use. Against the south wall rested a large chest of drawers, accompanied by a free-standing mirror in the south-east corner. The main feature of the room, a large four-poster bed, was placed against the north wall, taking up a significant fraction of the room's floor space.
The figure of a young woman lay haphazardly among the sheets of the bed, her nudity revealed by her restless motions in the night. Her strawberry blonde hair lay messily around her, sparkling slightly in the light of the dawn. The slightly pointed ears and total lack of body hair served as subtle indicators of distant elven ancestry – a common feature among Floradene nobles and commoners alike. Laying loosely in the foetal position, she shifted slowly, a hand meandering toward her crotch, stopping just short as her motions slowed. She maintained this position for a few minutes, before suddenly straightening her leg and jerking the hand the rest of the way. Her awareness slowly gathered, and she pressed lightly against her vulva as discomfort worked its way into her consciousness. The sensation of pressure in her lower abdomen built rapidly, and she pulled her legs into her body as she squirmed in discomfort.
She rolled over onto her back, moaning quietly as her bladder contracted in response to the jostling. Protruding visibly from her slim body, its subtle roundness was testament to her kidneys' nightly diligence. This was not a comfortable position, and the subtle force of taut skin compressing her swollen organ soon coaxed her into turning the rest of the way, returning to the foetal position, both hands now pressed against her crotch. In spite of her mounting discomfort, she was not yet willing to wake, and she clung to the last vestiges of sleep, squirming as she tried to find a comfortable position to relax into. Slowly but surely, her fidgeting slowed, and she began to doze off, even as her bladder continued its onslaught against her sphincter...
Princess Lily jolted awake as a wave of pressure assaulted her. A powerful jet of urine sprayed wildly from between her labia, her foetal position providing it ample space to arc roughly across her sheets. The concentrated liquid immediately stained her white bedclothes, drawing a conical path in the moments it took to move her hands back into position and regain control. A smattering of weaker spurts wet her fingers as she clenched with all her might. The wetness became droplets, which scattered as she struggled out of bed, forming visible yellow circles wherever they landed. Dropping from the mattress, she spurted into her cupped palms as the landing jolted her, quickly launching into a fevered dance.
The nearest toilet was only a short distance down the hall, an easy dash even for someone on the verge of an accident. However, the young princess was currently completely naked, and the halls would be host to any number of guards and servants going about their business. The scandal that would arise in her prudish society if she were spotted walking the halls in a state of undress would be ruinous, to the point that it could permanently harm her family's reputation and cost them the throne. And so, she danced over to her chest of drawers, a trail of yellow droplets marking her path. Removing a handkerchief, she carefully wiped away the lingering wetness from the smooth surface of her strained labia and mopped up the rivulets that had begun running down her legs, before shoving her hand back into the drawer and grabbing a matching pair of panties and bra.
Logically speaking, it would clearly be better for her not to bother with underwear for that short, urgent journey, but the dignity of the highborn is so often illogical, and forgoing underwear was simply not something a Princess could consider doing. Balancing with her left hand against the drawers, she dropped carefully into a squat, while pressing her damp handkerchief into her crotch with her right and trying to keep her thighs together. She finished the motion by falling back into a sitting position, the sudden jolt sending a splash of urine soaking into the handkerchief. She sat for a moment, stock still, focusing all her energies into closing her floodgates once more. As the flow left off, she launched her legs into fervent motion, angling her body as she resisted a series of waves.
With her free hand, she hooked her panties around each foot in turn and slowly began working them up toward her knees by tugging each side alternately a short distance. Upon reaching her knees, the Princess mustered her strength and rolled forward into a squat, jamming her now-free other hand into the handkerchief against her crotch as the roiling ball of urine inside her complained at the motion. Successfully resisting the pressure peak, she was then able to muster enough control to open her legs and quickly pull each side of her panties past her thighs before pressing them back together to assist her distressed sphincter. Gingerly, she relaxed her right hand, leaving the handkerchief where it was, roughly folded against her crotch, held loosely by the panties that were almost in position. As she grabbed the sides of her panties, ready to tug them into their final place, she was assailed by a violent spasm. Her right leg lifted involuntarily as she pulled her panties hard up toward her hips, causing their seat and her handkerchief to dig forcefully into her labia. She bobbed around on one leg, holding her panties taut as the wave continued, her face contorted into a wide-eyed grimace as she strained, desperately trying not to wet her underwear so soon after she put it on.
At the peak of the wave, her overfull bladder pumped a forceful spurt of liquid into her sodden handkerchief, fully saturating it. Noting that her underwear was still visibly dry in spite of the sudden loss of control, an idea slowly formed in Lily's overwhelmed mind. Sliding the soaked piece of fabric out from under her panties, she grabbed another handkerchief from the drawer and placed it in the same position, hoping to protect her panties from further minor faux pas. Pulling her panties once again toward her hips, she used the opportunity of the wedgie digging into her to turn her attention to her bra. Deftly slipping it onto her shoulders, she bent uncomfortably, stepping from foot to foot as she reached up her back to clumsily tie the trailing strings together.
She returned her free hand to her crotch just in time for a series of waves to batter against her sphincter. Her urethra was stinging from the effort of holding her wee, and the waves that assailed her were getting stronger and more frequent. She was running out of time, but she still had a lot to do before she could make her way toward relief. With no time to waste, she started moving toward her walk-in closet as the waves continued to beat against her opening, grinding her hand into her groin as she lumbered slowly across the room. Suddenly, she was assailed by a particularly strong wave mid-step, and the shock from her foot landing caused a momentary loss of control. A powerful jet of urine sprayed into her handkerchief, so forceful that more spilled out the sides than was absorbed. The split torrent continued for three seconds, cascading down her thighs and leaving a yellow puddle to soak into the carpet beneath her. The Princess used her second ruined handkerchief to wipe down her legs, dropping it into the puddle once she was dry and continuing her journey. Her panties remained visibly dry, but they wouldn't last long without replacement protection.
She staggered against the door as she reached her immediate destination, fighting urgently with the fiddly latching mechanism as the pressure built once more. The latch gave, and she fell into the cupboard, angling straight toward a pile of handkerchiefs she kept on a shelf. As she reached out, the pressure began to peak, and in one swift motion, she grabbed a clean square of fabric and shoved it into her underwear just as a thin stream of wee began to flow from her sphincter. She pressed her new handkerchief hard against her urethra, allowing it to stem the flow that she was yet unable to stop. The stream, thin though it was, quickly began to saturate her new handkerchief, and she reached out to the pile with her free hand as she continued to urinate.
Grabbing another handkerchief, she brought it up to her crotch where her current handkerchief was still absorbing her accident. As the weak stream continued unabated, she shimmied her panties down a short way to keep them clear of the wetness while she worked to stem the flow. Drops began to form at the edges of her current handkerchief, so she deftly slid the new one into position as she pulled the wet one away, dropping it on the floor. The stream slowly began to wane as she prepared another handkerchief, and by the time she needed to replace it again, her leaking had slowed to barely a trickle. Unfortunately, the minor accident had not served to reduce the pressure – rather, her bladder's contractions increased in frequency as it tried to continue the relief it had now tasted. Still weeing slightly, she pulled her panties back up to hold her slowly filling handkerchief in place as she looked around for something to wear.
Fortunately for the leaking princess, tight corsets and complicated laces were not a common part of highborn Floradene attire, so she was free to pick options that were compatible with her hurry and her swollen bladder. Again, logic would dictate that the girl just pick the first thing she sees to throw on haphazardly so she can make her way to the bathroom quickly, but as before, the dignity of the highborn demands that one always be seen to be dressed properly in a complete and matching ensemble, with no allowance made for exigency. She grimaced as she thought, still unable to stop her trickling accident, reaching for one of her white blouses that went with just about everything she owned. As she shrugged it on, a wave of pressure forced one hand down to press hard against her crotch, preventing the trickle from turning back into a stream, but leaving her to awkwardly button the blouse up one-handed while she tried to focus her whirling thoughts into settling on a particular attire.
Finishing with her blouse, she reached for yet another handkerchief to replace the one slowly saturating against her crotch, and deftly switched them out once more, leaving the old one on the floor with the others that had begun to stain the carpet where they sat. Leaving both hands in place against her handkerchief, she began marching on the spot as she finished deciding on a suitable attire, her trickling accident slowing to a stop as she considered. There were three main options available to her:
she could wear a dress, which would be fairly easy to put on and get off enough to relieve herself, but she wouldn't be able to keep wearing the handkerchiefs in the hallway for fear of one being seen falling out and someone thinking that she was habitually incontinent (a worse outcome even than having a visible accident). She would need to put all her trust in her failing sphincter if she wanted to keep her panties dry, but any accidents would be fairly well hidden underneath the long skirt.
she could wear a short skirt with tights, which would be awkward to put on, but fairly easy to get off enough to relieve herself, and would show accidents a bit more visibly than the dress, but it would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs without risking them falling out. However, Floradene fashion expected skirts to be worn with a suit jacket, and Lily hadn't worn one in years and wasn't sure where she put hers last, so she'd need to spend time trying to find it.
she could wear trousers, which would be difficult to put on and remove and would press against her bladder, but would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs to soak up excess urine. Any accidents would be easily visible when they soak into the tight fabric.
Dress Route
Trousers Route
Skirt Route
Edited December 24, 2020 by redlaw
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Nia has to Pee-a: Remastered
Xenoblade Chronicles 2 fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: This story has been updated from its original release. I actually had someone proofread it this time, and also went and made some slight tweaks of my own. Who shot first, Nia or Morag?)
‘What an utter crock of bad luck.’ This was the one thought that repeated in Nia’s mind over the last few hours. What was supposed to be an easy salvaging job with her mercenary friends had spiraled into a fight for survival - against her former companions, no less. Everything since then had been one bad turn after another, from crash-landing in a swamp to that awful wanted poster that made her look like some kind of monster, culminating in her arrest by Mor Ardain’s most powerful Blade.
Sitting on the hard floor of her cell, Nia had to wonder where everything went wrong. Rex seemed to be the most likely culprit. That cocky kid just had to do what he was told and stay out of their way, but then he went and bonded with the Blade they were trying to collect. Granted, she had no idea her partners would try to kill him afterwards, and he did help her out of a pinch at the swamp. She really couldn’t make heads or tails of him when it came down to it.
Nia groaned as she shifted her weight to take some pressure off her bottom. She was in no condition to be thinking so deeply right now, especially not when the worst part of her captivity was proving to be a constant distraction. It had been several hours since her capture, and in all that time she had not been given the chance to relieve herself. Now that she thought of it, she hadn’t had the chance to pee before they entered Torigoth that morning, either. All that time added up to a very full bladder, a constant source of discomfort and stress for the Gormotti girl.
Nia took yet another look around her cell. Only a bed could be found inside the cramped walls, with no toilet or even a chamber pot for her to handle her business. Urgh, I thought even prisoners were supposed to have basic decencies.
She thought about banging on the door and yelling at the guards behind it to get her something to pee in, but she would rather die before sinking to that. They already tricked her into giving up the names of her friends, no way would she give them the satisfaction of asking for the potty like a kid in school. But then what was she going to do? It could be hours before somebody came through that door again, far longer than she wanted to hold it even if she thought it possible.
Her only option, it seemed, was to squat in the corner and spray the floor, leaving the guards a nice puddle to clean up once they moved her off the battleship. She wasn’t keen on the idea at first, but the more bloated her bladder got, the more appealing it sounded. Sure, it would make the room stink, but it was much better than sitting around in soaked clothes. Besides, it wasn’t like that door was going to open up any time soon.
Fate had a funny way of working sometimes. As soon as she had made up her mind, the door handle turned, grabbing her full attention as it slowly swung open. This situation, this door, all caused a memory from a similar moment in her past to enter the forefront of her mind.
“Jin?” she called out, expecting the present to play out the same way.
To her surprise, it was not Jin who entered her cell, but Rex. “You all right, Nia?” he asked.
“Rex, you…” Nia replied, sitting more upright.
Just then, her Blade Dromarch entered the cell alongside Rex and bowed. “My lady, apologies for my late arrival.”
Rescue had come for her, despite the odds. For the first time that whole day, Nia could feel a bit of happiness inside her. “Don’t mention it. I didn’t think anyone was coming at all.”
“As if we’d leave you!” Rex held out his hand. “‘Always help those who help you.’ That’s the second rule of the Salvager’s Code!”
Yet again, Nia realized she might have been wrong about Rex from the start. “Yeah, well that’s you all over, isn’t it?” She took his hand and pulled herself up.
“Nngh…” Nia winced once she was on her feet. The motion had caused her bladder to shift ever so slightly, letting off another wave of discomfort that made her body tense up for just a moment. Crap, I forgot about that. Really should’ve thought of popping a squat sooner.
“Something wrong?”
Remembering that eyes were on her, Nia stood up straight with her legs relaxed, despite her bladder’s protests. “N-no, just been sitting here for a bit too long. Need to wake my legs back up, that’s all.”
Rex smiled. “Well, you’re about to get your running in for the day, that’s for sure.”
“Rex-Rex!” yelled a voice outside the cell. A nopon Nia did not recognize leaned in from behind the door frame. “Tora has found escape route! Hurry hurry!”
“A nopon?” she asked.
“He has been of some assistance,” said Dromarch.
“We made a new friend,” said Rex.
“Ah. Nice to meet you.” Nia nodded.
At that moment, three more faces leaned around the corner, forming a totem pole of sorts. “Well, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome here. Time to get moving!” said Gramps, who rested on top of a robotic girl’s head.
As much as she wanted to keep staring at the oddly humorous sight, Nia nodded and replied, “Right. I’ve had enough of this place. Time for some fresh air.”
One by one, they exited the cell and began their escape. Most of them worried about how and if they were going to escape the battleship. For Nia, however, her concern was whether they would be able to escape soon enough to take care of her other problem. Her chance to pee in her cell was long gone; now her best chance would be to wait until they got outside and then find a bush or rock to duck behind. It didn’t matter if they knew she had to go once they were free, but until that opportunity came up, it was better that they remained focused on escaping.
The problem there was how hard it was to focus on the escape herself. Every step she took sent an unpleasant jolt from her bladder through her whole body. She was thankful to be running behind everyone else, so she could bite her lip and occasionally place a hand on her bladder to stem the tide.
Come on, Nia, she thought to herself. You’re a tough Driver. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll get to have that wee. She looked ahead at Tora, who led the group through the battleship’s corridors. I hope to Elysium this nopon knows where he’s going.
The good news was Tora knew exactly where they were going. The bad news was that didn’t mean getting there would be fast or easy. She had expected some kind of resistance to their escape, but that didn’t make it any easier whenever Ardainian soldiers stood in their way.
Not that those soldiers were a serious threat to a team of Drivers, but Nia was not exactly fighting at her best. She was forced to divide her attention between battling the guards and keeping her overstressed bladder in check. It was a tough balancing act, where focusing too much on one side meant underperforming in battle or another surge of pain from her groin.
It took a little bit, but the party eventually arrived at their destination: the armory right next to the ship’s hangar. Against the odds, Nia had managed to make it with hardly a scratch, and completely dry trousers to boot. Told you you could do it, she thought.
“Alright, we’re here. Now what?” asked Rex.
“Now everyone go through hangar into outside dock, then friends all home free!” Tora raised an ear-wing to the ceiling.
The warm optimism Nia felt back in the cell renewed inside her… until she looked over to the corner of the room. “And what are we going to do about the big doors in our way?”
“I imagine that’s what this control panel over here is for,” Rex said as he walked over and looked at its many buttons. “Let’s see… here we are! Door controls.” He pushed down on one of the buttons.
All eyes turned towards the doors with the expectation that it would swing open. A few seconds later, however, and they still remained closed.
“Why door not open, Rex-Rex?” asked Tora.
“I don’t know. I’m pressing the right button,” said Rex as he gave it another push, once again with no change in the doors.
Seriously? This can’t be happening, Nia thought. A blockade was the last thing she needed to see right now, the subconscious effect on her making the hold on her bladder feel more tenuous than before.
“Poppi may have the answer,” said the artificial Blade. She pointed to the tubes and cables running out of the panel and along the wall. “Panel has no power running to it. Need to restore power before doors can open.”
Following the trail of cables, Pyra pointed up to an electrical box on the walkway above them. “It looks like we could restore the power from there.”
“Oh, but ramp to walkway is raised up!” said Tora, “How do friends get there?”
Gramps popped up from Rex’s salvage helmet. “I believe our artificial friend may be able to help us. Can you fly up there with those rockets of yours, Poppi?”
“Poppi boosters overheat. Need time to cool down,” she said, slumping forward with a frown.
Rex stepped forward, carrying a smile. “Then we’ll just have to find another way upstairs and into the passageway from there.”
“Wait, what!?” Nia yelled louder than she meant, making all eyes turn onto her. She blushed and immediately lowered her voice. “Er, isn’t there another way? Surely Pyra can use her powers to blast through that door like she did back on the ancient vessel.”
At this, Pyra’s eyes drifted downwards while a hand rested on her plentiful chest. “Well, I would, but it takes a while for me to channel that much power. I was only able to make such a big blast back on the vessel because I had been asleep for so long, I had lots of power to burn.”
“Hmm, I believe it would be for the better if we did not make Pyra overexert herself so shortly after she just woke up,” said Gramps.
“B-but…”
“We don’t have time to look for another answer,” said Rex, already on his way out the door. “Let’s go before they figure out our escape plan.”
Before Nia could protest any further, the rest of the party was moving past her and back out the door. Dromarch walked up to her and asked, “Shall we be going, my lady?”
Nia sighed and shook her head. “I suppose we don’t have much of a choice,” she said as she took off towards the rest of the gang.
Nia had hoped it would not take long to find their way to the armory’s upper level. Unfortunately, their detour ended up taking them through the entirety of the battleship, and quite a few guards as well. The party tried its best to slip past them undetected, but tight corridors and half a dozen Drivers and Blades running about meant fighting was inevitable.
And so, Nia found herself once more walking the tightrope between putting up a good fight and not soaking her suit. She did her best to maintain both, but the passing time and energy spent battling were taking their toll. Every step, every dodge, every swing of her blades made her hold on her bladder feel that much weaker. Her moves grew sloppy, with near misses becoming more frequent, only adding to her stress. It was a dangerous feedback loop, and she knew how dangerous and silly it was, but what else could she do given the circumstances?
It felt like hours, but it only took a few more minutes for the party to finally reach the walkway with the power box. As they rounded the corner, a sense of elation hit Nia once she saw she was above where they just were. Just a little bit longer, that’s all.
“Let Poppi handle the power box,” said Poppi.
“Tora will assist Poppi!” He followed right behind her.
“Right, I’ll see if I can lower the ramp,” said Rex before turning and heading that way.
“Guess that leaves me for guard duty,” said Nia, turning around, wincing again at the urine sloshing about. I need to stop with the sudden movements.
At least she didn’t have to worry about making another one for a little bit while she kept watch on the corridor they just came through. However, simply standing around had its disadvantages as well. Without the adrenaline of combat, the painful pressure became more pronounced, and with nobody distracted by a fight, there was little she could do to ease that pressure. The most she risked was wiggling her hips while she leaned on the wall with her arm, biting her lower lip every once in awhile.
“Nia?”
But even that was too much, it seemed.
“Ah! Y-yes?” Nia brought her wiggling to an immediate halt and turned to face Pyra and Dromarch, the two unoccupied Blades. Their eyes felt rather piercing to Nia at that moment as they looked with concerned expressions. “Er, did you guys want something?”
A moment passed before Pyra spoke. “Are you feeling okay?”
“S-sure, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve noticed that your movement in battle is stiffer than usual,” said Dromarch.
“Yes, and you’ve had this strained look about you since we got you out of your cell,” said Pyra.
Though Nia kept a straight face, she was anything but calm on the inside. Of course her partner in combat would have noticed her underperforming, but someone else’s Blade was catching on too? Things were quickly going from bad to worse for her. She had to soothe their worries, and fast.
“Well, of course I’m tense. We’re in the middle of a prison break!” she responded, crossing her arms.
“We all are, but sometimes it looks like you’re almost in pain when you’re fighting,” said Pyra.
“My lady, have they possibly done anything to you while we were separated?” asked Dromarch.
“They’ve done nothing of the sort. I’ve just been sitting in my cell ever since the interrogation.” Nia paused to sigh. “Look, I promise the both of you, as soon as we’re out of here, I’ll let you know what’s going on. I just really need to stay focused right now.”
Despite her words, Dromarch and Pyra continued to stare at Nia with no change in their looks. Come on, quit looking at me. I can’t stand still like this for much longer!
“My lady…” began Dromarch.
“Power to door controls is restored!” declared Poppi.
“I’ve got the ramp down, too!” said Rex.
Finally! “Then what are we waiting for?” asked a smiling Nia, already heading towards the ramp. “Let’s get moving!”
She did not see Dromarch and Pyra exchange worried looks, but she would not have cared even if she had. Freedom was near, and with that, the opportunity to squat and let loose the longest, most satisfying pee of her life. Nothing else mattered more in those moments.
Nia stood by the armory doors, practically jumping in place with both excitement and the urge to pee, while Rex went for the control panel Just as she had hoped, the doors pulled apart this time, and the group quickly ran into the hangar, their goal being the bay doors leading into the Torigoth relay base.
“Not much further to exit!” said Tora.
“Not so fast, my dear intruders!”
Oh come on, what now!? Nia felt her whole body grow more tense than ever.
The hangar gates opened, and in walked Consul Dughall of Mor Ardain, along with his massive Blade. “Letting a terrorist from Torna out of my grasp would make me look very bad indeed,” he said while bringing his goofy waddling to a stop.
Whatever he had to say next, Nia did not care in the slightest. All she could focus on was her aching bladder practically screaming in protest at yet another obstacle in her quest for relief. She had no time for any posturing this windbag had to make.
“Sorry, pal, but you’ve done all the capturing you’re gonna do today,” Nia said while she drew her weapons.
“Such impertinence for a dirty terrorist,” said Dughall.
“Let’s go, Pyra!” said Rex, pulling out his sword.
“On it!”
Thus began their fight against Dughall. For as silly and harmless as he looked, the Consul put up a solid fight against the party, mostly because of his large Blade; as soon as any attacks got too close to Dughall, he would run and hide behind the Blade, letting it take all the hits while he stayed out of harm’s way.
Such cowardice only angered Nia further. Making one’s Blade endure all the pain instead of fighting like a proper warrior was low in itself, but it also made the fight drag out for even longer, eating up what precious little time she had left to avoid an accident.
“Get out here, you bloody coward!” she yelled, swinging her ring-blade towards Dughall, only for the Blade to block with its spear.
“I don’t take orders from terrorists!” he retorted from behind the safety of his guard.
The Blade did not talk, instead swinging its lance outwards to throw Nia off. She flew through the air from the Blade’s side at a dangerous speed, something that would have spelled a nasty tumble if not for her quick reflexes. Right before hitting the ground, she managed to right herself, skidding on her feet and hands a few meters as she touched the floor.
“Nngh…” she groaned as she stood upright. She might have avoided taking a serious hit, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful regardless. “Gah!?”
But soon, something other than pain registered in her mind. A wet warmth graced her sensitive regions, forcing her eyes wide open and legs closed tight. That swing had forced her attention off her bladder for an instant too long, allowing a dribble to escape into her knickers. It was not enough to seep into her outerwear for the moment, but even that little bit was too much in her books.
“My lady! Are you alright?” Dromarch ran to her side.
“I’m fine,” Nia replied through her teeth. “But we need to take this windbag down right now.”
“I understand, but we must be patient,” said Dromarch, watching Dughall’s Blade swinging at Rex and Tora. “We need only wait for an opening and-”
“There’s the opening! Now!” Nia wasted no time in running around to Dughall’s back while he was distracted. She knew it was a bit reckless, but it was not like she had any choice with her holding strength hanging by a thread.
Nia stopped in her tracks as soon as she got within range for what she was planning. Hearing Dromarch’s paws hitting the floor as he ran up behind her, Nia backflipped onto his back as Dromarch opened his maw as wide as he could.
“Dark Maelstrom!” They yelled together as a powerful blast of water and ether erupted from Dromarch, catching Dughall square in the middle, his screaming barely audible above the rushing waves. Meanwhile, Nia tossed her ringblades through the blast, empowering them with an extra dosing of ether before they struck the consul. She then jumped into the air as her weapons flew back, catching them and delivering one last powerful slash.
The chaos in the hangar fell into silence as Dughall’s Blade came to a halt and fell over with a loud crash. Dughall himself swayed about, barely able to stay upright and conscious after receiving such a battering.
“How? A mangy fleabag and a bunch of stinking kids…” mumbled Dughall. “My triumphant return… to Mor Ardain… with the Aegis…” was all he could manage before falling to the ground defeated.
“Out like a light,” said Gramps.
“That’s what he gets for trying to execute Nia,” declared Rex.
“Wait, everyone!” said Dromarch, looking over towards Nia. “We might have a problem.”
The entire group turned its attention towards Nia, who did not look a good sight. No longer standing upright, she was practically trembling in place with a noticeable shine of sweat on her brow.
“Are you okay, Nia?” asked Pyra, “Were you hurt in that fight?”
“I-I’m fine, guys!” Nia forced out. “W-we just need to g-get off this ship before-ooohh!”
Despite Nia saying otherwise, there was no hiding the pain she felt from another powerful shockwave coming from her bladder. Everyone could see her closed eye, grit teeth, pressed legs, and white-knuckle grip on her blades.
“Nia!” yelled Rex as the party gathered around her, all wearing worried faces.
Stop worrying about me and get moving! That’s what Nia wanted to say, anything to get them to back off, but she had to wait until this pain passed first. Just as quickly as it had happened, the shockwave ended, and Nia opened her mouth to speak. However, no words made their way out; instead, she let out a wide-eyed gasp as a far worse feeling soon replaced the pain.
The wet heat at her groin had returned, much stronger than the last spurt. The dampness in her underwear turned into a full soaking as it now stuck to her crotch, the urine passing through it with ease. A dark spot formed on her suit, growing up and around her crotch and butt until it spread down her legs and into her boots.
“No no no no no no!” Nia whispered, trying her absolute hardest to make the flow stop despite the damage it had already done. It was no use; her holding muscles had given out, and no amount of begging or effort would halt the ever-growing flow. She was wetting herself now; the only thing within her power was to stare in horror at her friends as the undeniable truth hit them.
“What in the…!?” said Rex, reeling back in shock.
“Oh no!” Pyra put her hands to her mouth.
“Er, were we a bit too slow in our escape?” asked Gramps.
Poppi tilted her head. “Poppi confused, Masterpon. Is Nia suffering from coolant leak?”
“Nia have leaky-leak, but that definitely not coolant,” said Tora.
“Oh,” Poppi’s eyes lit up. “Do you mean she is-”
“S-s-shut it, all of you! Q-quit looking at me!” yelled Nia, her face turning as red as Pyra’s hair. She put her hands in front of her groin, but little could be hidden at that point. By now, several drops and broken streams spilled out of her outfit, making a clear tinkling noise against the steel floor. A hissing sound also came from her body, far different from the intimidating hiss she would make with her mouth.
Rather than heed her advice, Dromarch walked up and looked with sympathetic eyes. “Forgive me, My Lady, but why did you not let us know of this sooner?”
“We’re in the m-middle of an escape, that’s why! I couldn’t exactly p-put that on hold to visit the loo!” She could feel the corners of her eyes growing damp.
“But… we were worried that something was really wrong with you,” said Pyra.
Rex nodded. “Yeah, just a little heads up would’ve been fine. And if it was slowing you down so much, then you could’ve, you know, handled it while Poppi was fiddling with the door controls.”
“W-what!?” Nia balked. “You mean just s-squat and piss in front of you all!?” That sounds even worse than wetting myself!
Gramps leapt up and smacked Rex in the back of his head. “You really must learn to better speak to a lady, Rex.”
“Ow!” Rex rubbed his head. “Well, not in front of us! I meant like behind a corner or something.”
Pyra stepped forward with her hands together. “Um, I would’ve stood guard for you if you needed me to, Nia.”
“Poppi make good bodyguard and privacy protector, too!” declared Poppi, her arms flapping against her sides.
“R-really?” Hearing those words caused the anger in Nia to fade away, being replaced with a warmth in her heart. Unfortunately, it only reminded her of the warmth on her legs, feet, and groin. She looked down at her soaked uniform with a grimace, her ears going flat against her head. Seeing the dark patches continuing to spread out while a puddle steadily formed around her feet only made the sensations feel that much worse.
“Well, w-wish I had known that b-before,” Nia said, her voice choking up and vision getting blurry with water.
“My Lady, please don’t be so hard on yourself,” said Dromarch, “This unfortunate moment does not diminish my perception of you. I am just happy that you are safe and sound again.”
It took a great deal of effort, but Nia turned her gaze towards Dromarch’s caring, blue eyes. “Th-thank you, Dromarch,” she said with a sniff, getting a noseful of the stench of her urine. “But, I don’t know h-how I’m going to get over this.”
“If it means anything,” said Pyra, “I still think you’re a strong fighter no matter what, and I won’t say a word of this to anyone if you don’t want me to.”
“Tora not say anything mean, either!” The normally-energetic nopon rubbed his head with his wing-hand. “Tora, er, can sympathize with Nia on this.”
“Reminder set to change Masterpon’s bedsheets,” Poppi declared.
“Meh-meh-meh!?” A patch of red instantly appeared on Tora’s cheeks.
“Oops.” Poppi glanced away. “Poppi need to work on secret-keeping protocols.”
Nia looked around at all of her comrades’ understanding and compassionate expressions. She had expected a smattering of mockery, ridicule, and bullying from soaking her outfit, but received nothing but kindness. What she had done to deserve the friendship of such company, she might never know.
“And… what about you?” Nia turned to Rex, “Not going to call me a s-stupid little girl or something?”
Rex shook his head. “Nah. That might’ve been the smartest thing you could’ve done about it, honestly.”
“W-what?” For a moment, Nia completely forgot about the fact that was she was currently peeing her pants.
“Little-known advice for salvaging: if you’re under the cloud sea and you really gotta go, it’s better to just hose your trousers and move on. That way, it’s not slowing you down, and you don’t end up hurting yourself.”
“Really now?” That can’t be an actual thing, no way.
“I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?”
Even during one of the most humiliating moments of her life, Nia found Rex’s smile a bit contagious, as the corners of her lips slowly pulled upwards.
“Are you feeling better now, my Lady?” asked Dromarch.
“A... little bit.” Nia wiped her tears with her sleeve.
“Tora bet it feel good to not have so much wee-wee in body anymore,” said Tora.
Nia had to admit, Tora wasn’t wrong. She may have hosed herself rather badly, but at least that awful pressure was finally gone, the last of it dribbling into her saturated outfit in that moment. Rex might have been onto something about it not being in her way, at least.
“Y-yeah, it does,” Nia said, her smile growing into a smirk. “And now I know that if Rex was the one locked up, he’d have pissed his pants a lot sooner than I did.”
“Er, well…” Rex glanced over at Pyra. “I would’ve just gone in the corner or something.”
Pyra merely tilted her head in response, as if to ask Rex why he was looking at her.
Gramps cleared his throat just then. “I believe we’ve dilly-dallyed here long enough. We should leave before more reinforcements arrive.”
“Oh, y-yeah, we were escaping,” said Nia, looking over to the hangar door now open. “Let’s go. The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can get cleaned up.”
The party all nodded before heading out through the hangar doors. Nia cringed as soon as she took her first step out of her puddle. Her pants and socks clung to her legs and feet, already growing into an uncomfortably wet cold, and she felt a gross squish in her boots with every step. If this is what salvagers have to put up with, I’d rather stay a Driver, she thought while a shudder ran down her spine.
The morning sun greeted the party as they reached the base’s dock, the entrance lying just before them. At long last, Nia’s freedom was just a short walk away, then she could find a river to wash up and clean her clothes in, putting this nightmare behind her for good.
But of course, there had to be yet another obstacle in her way. A roar of blue flames flared up out of nowhere, blocking the gate before they could cross it. Two figures stepped through the fires, carrying a great deal of authority and intimidation in their walk.
“I don’t know why I expected Dughall to slow you down at all,” said Special Inquisitor Mòrag in a calm voice befitting a military professional. Meanwhile, only stood behind her, quiet but ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
“It’s her!” Rex yelled at Brighid
“And with her Driver too, this time,” said Nia, already feeling anger welling up inside her.
“So they were waiting for us,” said Pyra.
“Yes, indeed,” said Gramps. “I did feel like we got away a little too easily.”
Nia had a few questions in mind for the Inquisitor, but her temper made her pick the one that mattered the most to her in that moment.
“Oi, you!” she shouted, stepping forward with her legs out and revealing her accident for the whole world to see. “What kind of two-bit inquisitor locks someone away without even giving them a pot to piss in?”
Mòrag directed her focus towards Nia, specifically to her legs. “Did you… wet yourself?” she asked, eyebrow raised in genuine surprise.
“No thanks to you!” Nia bared her fangs.
For a moment, the stoic and calculating Inquisitor seemed at a loss for words. “My apologies. I had no idea you had been mistreated as such. I shall see to it that Dughall and the guards are reprimanded for this.”
An apology from Mòrag the Flamebringer herself? Now Nia found herself unable to think of anything to say. “Y-yeah, well at least you have some sense, I suppose,” she replied, crossing her arms and looking away.
“I will also personally ensure there will be a chamber pot in your cell once I have returned you there.” Mòrag swung her whip swords, launching them out to the sides to show that she meant business.
Nia responded in kind, pulling out her blades and getting into a fighting stance. “Sorry, but after my treatment last time, I don’t feel much like paying it a second visit.”
“Guess we’ll have to leave the questions for later,” said Rex as he and the rest of the party drew their weapons.
“That’s just fine by me,” said Nia. Perhaps she would regret not getting any info out of Mòrag later, but right now, she just wanted something to take her anger out upon. She hoped that the Inquisitor had said her morning prayers already, because she was about to deal with one pissed catgirl.
(A/N: Merry Christmas! I knew I needed to do at least something for the holidays, hopefully freshening up an older story will suffice. Sadly, my writing drive has vanished on me again, and I am not sure when or if it will return. We'll just have to wait and see as we finally put a long and difficult year behind us for good. Good luck to everyone in 2021!)
Edited December 26, 2020 by MasterXploder
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A new series based on a sighting I had recently.
Here’s the first one.
Ellen lifted one leg up at the knee behind her as she pressed for the next customer. Stood in a line of colleagues separated by clear perplex screens at checkout 16 she could clearly see the line of customer still waiting to be served as it trailed like a snake around the store. She’d been due a break half an hour ago now but it wasn’t looking good for getting one anytime soon. Legally she knew she couldn’t complain as she wasn’t actually entitled to one on this shift but she was usually given a brief one regardless. Today of all days she really needed one too.
The next customer handed her yet another full basket and she set about scanning and packing efficiently whilst moving from foot to foot. Taking payment she thanked the customer and briefly wondered if they even heard her through her face mask. As the next customer approached her checkout Ellen glanced up and down the store again, this time not looking at the queue but keenly looking for another staff member who might be able to cover her for a few minutes. Of course there was none around so she returned to scanning and packing and taking payment and bouncing on her heels.
It was just days before Christmas and whilst the store was always hectic this time of year today brought even more pressure as all non essential shops were closing again as part of yet another lockdown to stop the virus. Ellen had met with a friend for the last time at lunch to swap gifts and see each other in person one final time this year. She had probably had at least two glasses of lemonade with lunch before clocking on at 2 for the final shift for a while. It was now almost 5 and she wondered how everyone in the queue could possibly be served before they had to close at 6. More than that though she wondered how her own body would hold out for another hour. All she could do was try her best.
Ten minutes later the shop tannoy reminded customers to social distance, wear a face mask and that the store would be closing at 6pm as per government rules. Behind her own mask Ellen bit her lip as she longed for her shift to finish. Time seemed to be dragging by despite the sheer volume of customers.
Another full basket and in her constant moving around Ellen accidentally knocked a packet of socks on the floor. Apologising to the customer she bend down behind the counter to pick them up instinctively pulling an arm around her tummy. She felt flushed and could only hope the face mask hid her red cheeks as she stepped from foot to foot as she packed everything in the standard store paper bag. Wether it was the pressure the banks were under with the volume of sales going through or wether it was the pressure in her own body, Ellen was increasingly finding the wait for card machines to process stressful. It might only be a minute to wait but remaining completely still for that long was getting more and more impossible and Ellen had to turn to put some unwanted clothes hangers in a bucket to disguise what was going on in her body. Thankfully the customer seemed none the wiser and she buzzed for the next one whilst pulling her foot behind her at the knee again.
Another tannoy asked customer to make their way to the tills and reminded them of the early closing and to remember to shop safely. Ellen sighed. At least she wouldn’t need to wait too much longer now.
It was getting harder and harder for Ellen to concentrate on the task at hand as her legs moved more and more and her mind wandered helplessly to her body’s struggle. She began worrying if customers or colleagues would notice her restlessness, constant movements, and at times almost dancing on the spot, but despite that she still couldn’t stop. If anything she had to move more as her body struggled the longer time went on.
Finally the long queue began getting shorter as security had now prevented further customers from entering. As she scanned the final items she pushed against the counter as a sudden need to finish and get away overcame her. Determined to stay strong she handed over the bag and wished the customer a merry Christmas before stepping from foot to foot and fidgeting.
The music suddenly turned off and the noise of the customers abruptly stopped now Ellen could hear the rusting of her trousers as one leg rubbed against the other. Her thoughts were on just one thing as she signed off her till and ran it up for an end of shift total. As the receipt printed out Ellen was interrupted by a voice at the end of the row.
‘Thanks everyone! That was manic and I appreciate you all working so well. I’ve just had confirmation from head office that with us closing for a full month they want all cash banked fully so I’ll need to check every til before releasing you all. I’ll work my way down as quickly as I can and Reece will join me as soon as he’s available. Please remain at your till until it’s been cashed up. I have been assured everyone will be paid for all times you are clocked in. Thanks!’
Ellen turned in shock. She needed out of here now and felt trapped. Unable to reply or change the situation all she could hope for was that it wouldn’t take long. She didn’t have time on her side.
Ellen stood crossed legged in her perplex booth biting her lip as her mind worked overtime trying to think what to do. She couldn’t leave, she couldn’t even ask for a quick break as leaving her till now wasn’t allowed. Usually the drawers would simply be taken and stored or counted elsewhere and staff would clock out shortly after closing. She wasn’t due to finish until 6:30 so it wasn’t like she could even say it was past her clock off time. She’d just need to somehow wait it out.
The more time went on the more Ellen struggled. Despite being in their individual ‘boxes’ the others were talking to each other, busying themselves clearing up or sorting returned goods or waiting quietly. Ellen meanwhile was struggling not to let her difficulty be obvious to others. She tapped her foot, stepped from foot to foot, put her hands on her hips, crossed her legs, leaned on the counter, curled her toes and squeezed her muscles. Anything to help her body.
This continued as the clock slowly went on as Ellen grew more and more restless and anxious. Finally Lynne was at the adjacent checkout as sweat gathered on Ellen’s neck and forehead as her legs continued to move, and her body squirmed.
It was as Ellen was once again learning on the counter, her body tense and desperate that she heard a voice break her thoughts.
‘Right Ellen. Let’s cash you up and let you get away. Thanks for waiting.’
It was Reece from the men’s department, a young, very attractive man who Ellen had always found to be lovely and sweet.
Opening the cash drawer Reece began pulling the notes out and counting as Ellen tried to remain composed behind him. In quite a state now Ellen rubbed her thighs nervously as she stood back to allow distance between her and Reece. Hearing her own heart beating fast and struggling against her own body she moaned beneath her face mask hoping Reece wouldn’t hear. Reece turned as Ellen bent forwards in urgency.
‘Are you ok?’
Embarrassed, Ellen flushed.
‘Yeah’
Reece turned back and began counting the next bundle of notes as Ellen, now frantic, gripped the side of the Perspex divider with both hands and tensed her whole body. Unable to stop herself she moaned again. Once again Reece turned to look at her. With a large bunch of notes in his hands Reece looked Ellen in the eye, both of them sensing a feeling of connection and lust.
‘Ellen are you sure you are alright there? You look...emmm...’
Ellen could no longer hide her body’s desire. Dancing around embarrassingly she looked at Reece’s sparkling blue eyes and whispered behind her mask.
‘I have to use the ladies. Really badly. I can barely hold on.’
‘Oh. I’ll go as quick as I can ok? You been waiting long?’
Now, having finally admitted her trouble, Ellen crossed her legs tightly and squirmed. With tears forming and her face flushed Ellen panted.
‘Over an hour now. ‘
As Reece counted and faced way from her Ellen heard him reply, his voice low and sexy.
‘Wow. God you must be really bursting!’
Just then Lynne’s voice interrupted them both. ‘Right that’s me done my last one. I’ll just head to the office and get you when you’re finished Reece.’
Without even turning Reece replied.
‘That’s fine!’
Now with just Ellen and Reece on the shop floor Ellen slipped a hand into her crotch and bend forward while Reece continued cashing up.
‘Are you...are you nearly finished?’
Reece turned again to face Ellen, his own face warm and his body very turned on by the sight in front of his eyes.
‘Just the coins to go now. Can...can you wait?’
‘I’m not sure. Reece...I really need to go!’
‘I’ll count quick ok?’
Reece counted and piled the coins neatly on the counter feeling his own body increasingly lusting after the beautiful curvy lady behind him whose urgency to pee had captivated him fully. Hearing her moans, her squirming and bouncing made him lust after her, though he knew he couldn’t act on that which was frustrating. He was just getting to the tray of ten pences when he felt a tap on his back.
Turning around he found Ellen leaning against the perspex with a hand tightly between her legs and tears in her eyes.
‘I can’t hold this any longer. I think I’m going to wet myself!.’
In shock Reece turned and leaned back against the till counter, accidentally knocking down a pile of coins onto the floor. Sliding his back down the counter, his eyes glued to Ellen, he watched as she too dropped to her knees just an arms length from him, still gripping the Perspex divider as she did so. Unable to even think about picking up the coins Reece watched longingly as Ellen gasped and her uniform trousers darkened a little at the front.
‘Oh God. It’s coming Reece. I’m so bursting I can’t wait.’
Worried about the consequences of Ellen having wet clothes and with an overwhelming desire to touch Ellen, Reece reached towards her, leaning forwards and grabbing at her uniform trousers. Somehow he pulled them down a little, gasping in desire as he saw Ellen’s lilac striped knickers with their wet dripping crotch. As he held the trousers in both hands, bend down behind the counter he ached to touch Ellen’s wet crotch but knew this would be too much. Ellen was still holding the divider and moaning as Reece pulled the trousers towards him as much as he could.
‘You’re already wet Ellen. It’s ok. Just let it out.’
At that the silence of the huge clothes shop filled with the sound of urine blasting out of Ellen’s crotch, pouring through her cute knickers and forming a large puddle behind the till as Ellen released and released until her body was finally empty.
Losing himself in the moment Reece let go of Ellen’s trousers with one hand as he touched Ellen’s cheek and ran his hand down her face.
‘You ok now? I have no idea how you held all that in! My God that was a LOT of pee!’
‘You won’t tell anyone will you Reece?’
‘As long as you don’t tell anyone about this? Deal?’
And at that Reece looked embarrassingly at his own crotch where his own situation was blatantly obvious to Ellen.
Ellen smiled.
‘Deal!’ |
Hi! This is my little contribution to this site, if you want more about Inazuma eleven or other anime I like (dragon ball, One punch man, Boku no hero...) please contact me!
Lina Schiller woke up determined that morning, it was the match against Genesis, she knew they were going to win. She put on his usual outfit: pink jeans and a blue shirt. It was 5 in the morning and, as usual, she set out to review the team's strategies and study their rivals. Lina is a cold and calculating woman, and she would not bear any failure during the match, not from her. Suddenly, a message came to her cell phone, it was her father, the leader of the Alius academy; He wanted to talk to her. Intrigued, she approached the Alius academy (since it was the game that day they had the caravan parked nearby) to find her father waiting patiently. They went together to a warm room full of nostalgia for Lina, it looked like the living room of her house. There her father offered a cup of tea and they sat down to chat. They talked about the direction of the Alius and what this next match meant for everyone. He tried to convince her to withdraw, to which she categorically refused while taking a sip of her tea, in the same way Lina expressed that she thought about everything her father was doing, and she encouraged him to surrender, but he also refused. When their meeting ended, they both left with a bad taste in their mouths, no one was happy with the current situation. The match would start in 5 hours, it was time to get the players up and start warming up and practicing tactics. When Lina got back to the trailer they were all awake and eager to play, as expected Mark had started running with Jude, Axel and the others. They spent the whole morning reviewing the tactics and finally, it was time for the game. They all changed in the locker room, and as always Jack went to the bathroom, the tension in the atmosphere was noticeable, but thanks to a motivational speech from Mark, everyone's spirits went through the roof. The players went out to the field to warm up. Meanwhile Hillman and Lina finished talking about the starting squad, with just a few minutes left before kickoff, Hillman and Lina took to the field. But at that precise moment, Lina noticed a sharp and intense pain in her stomach, such was that it forced her to bend completely and bend over, in a matter of seconds she noticed how a strong need to go to the bathroom grew in her, and how her intestines roared with fury, such was his surprise that he thought he would poop herself right there, she had to put both hands on her butt and squeeze hard, 2 seconds later that need subsided.
Luckily Hillman was walking in front of her and didn't notice anything, but Lina, with cold sweat on her forehead, knew something was wrong.
"There is no time for nonsense" she thought, "it will be the nerves of the game, it will pass me", Lina got up quickly and went to the soccer field as if nothing had happened.
Lina and Hillman arrived and sat down, gave the starting lineup and the game began, not even 5 minutes had passed when cold sweat began to appear on Lina's forehead,
Suddenly a slight sound came from his stomach, but nobody heard it, they were all watching the game.
But Lina couldn't concentrate, she was uncomfortable, thanks to sitting down she didn't have to use much force to stop her intestines. But he did not know what was happening to her, she had never
been like this, except for one time when she was a teenager, when wet and pooped herself after being sick. "Why do I remember that now?" For an instant she crossed glances with his father,
who was on the other side of the field, and there she realized, "morning tea!" How could he be so lowly as to try to incapacitate his own daughter to win? The realization made her nervous.
Her father noticed her discomfort and gave her a mischievous look, he knew that it is impossible for her to endure the entire game sitting without having an accident.
20 minutes into the first part and Lina had to bend in her seat, Hillman was surprised but thought it would be to concentrate.
Her pink pants were tight at the waist, and it didn't help to feel the cold seat on her ass. Without warning she noticed how a piece of poop began to come out without any impediment, she squeezed herself to the seat and tried her best, and managed to keep it out, but she knew she didn't have much time left.
Her father knew that she was too dignified to show any sign of concern or weakness, but you could tell she was losing her composure.
Near the end of half time, Celia said she needed to go to the bathroom, Lina saw her opportunity and offered to accompany her, together they headed to the bathrooms, to discover that only
one was available. Celia noticed something strange about the coach, so she suggested that if she needed to go first, that she could wait, but Lina couldn't imagine the
embarrassed that one of the girls heard or smelled everything inside her, so she claimed to be fine.
When Celia was relieving herself, Lina was waiting standing near the bathroom door, grave mistake, an unstoppable impulse surprised her as a large piece of poop came out of her, this time she bent down too and grabbed her butt, but there was no remedy, a medium piece of poop slipped into her panties, and from the effort also a few drops of pee, but
not enough to get her panties wet. Lina, in a state of shock, began to look at her butt in the bathroom mirror, she did not notice any lump, but she knew that if she sat down
the thing would go wrong. As soon as Celia left Lina took the opportunity and told her that she was going to go in to throw some gum in the toilet, after that she got rid of her excrement and looked at her panties, it was not so bad, she could
continue smoothly ...
That´s it for now! If you like it I will continue the story! |
Greetings to everyone! Over the course of the past few days (and apologies that it's a bit late, Christmas reunions caught up sooner than expected), we have been prepared this little Christmas special for y'all. This involves the main cast (and some secondary/recurrent characters) of the game The Twelve Fanatics, also shared in omo.org in the RPG section; if you haven't played the game yet, I wholeheartedly suggest that you do! If you haven't, not to worry; this mini-story has no connection to the game's plot and can be readed independently.
WARNING: EVEN if this story is not linked to the game's in any way, there may be subtle spoilers and information regarding certain stages of the game's story revealed or hinted; nothing big (especially for those up-to-date with the story as included in the game so far), but still, I feel obligued to make a spoiler alert!
Very, very special thanks to @Sunflower, who single-handedly illustrated the scenes of this Christmas special. Visit and cheer him for his amazing work!
Now, without further ado, here is the story. Merry Christmas, happy holidays and a happy New Year to everyone!
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In Kriemhild, a country located southmost in the great continent, the transition between autumn and winter is rarely ever notorious as the weather shifts between both seasons is rather mild and often unaccounted for. Its residents, accustomed to warm weathers and constant rainy seasons all around the year, fall prey to winter’s medium low temperatures of between zero to ten degrees seeing it as an unbearable cold compared to their summers’ hot temperatures reaching almost forty degrees when the season is at its peak, especially in days subsequent to copious raining. With all this considered, residents of this country are certainly not used to low temperatures and the presence of snow, save for the mountain areas where snow is always a punctual visitor of their winters. This year, however, is an unexpected exception to Kriemhild’s rule of thumb weathers as the temperature has plummeted below minus five degrees, expected to drop even further in the following days.
It is the late afternoon of the winter solstice day, and Solveig, wrapped up in the warmest of her wardrobe – a thick but cozy sweater, a long skirt with leggings and boots – finds herself looking around in the fields as she walks from the castle to her friend’s house now that her duties are finished for the day. Albeit shallow, there are lumps of snow spread all over the usually clear grassland around the route and the creatures that usually roam the fields are absent or simply minding their own business in an attempt to keep themselves warm. As she walks, Solveig slowly turns her head while staring at a frozen slime next to a bush covered in snow until it disappears from her field of view. As she turns her head back forward, an expression of surprise briefly appears on her face as her eyes widen for a split second; lowering her shoulders, Solveig scoffs and proceeds to shake her arms and quickly rub her hands together to warm herself more.
Once her destination is close enough, Solveig starts to trot – or, rather, leap over lumps of snow – to cover the remaining distance in a shorter amount of time, looking forward to a warm shelter within her friend’s house’s walls. Once the town’s front gates are within her sight, she spots two men, sporting their soldier uniforms but also an evident layer of warm clothes underneath them, stationed in front of it. Both of them dropped their chat as soon as they heard snow crunching under Solveig’s boots as she stepped on it and turned their attention to her.
“Hey there, Solveig! Finished early today, huh?” One of them greeted her with a smile, getting ready to open a small door on the side of the gate used to let individuals into the town.
“Yeah, there’s almost nothing to do over there. Everyone has their heads full with the new year party thing.” She replied, still bouncing over a couple lumps of snow as she reached the gate’s surroundings. “Honestly, I’m just looking forward for my week off.”
“You don’t say; can’t imagine how having nothing to do feels like.” The other man replied with a bit of irony in his voice.
“Hope you guys get some free time to be with your families, too, but – hey, at least it’s a bit warmer here within the boundary field. The road from the castle is a chilly nightmare.” She replied, tilting her head at the man as she walked past him and headed towards the now open door. As she walked across the watch post within the walls, Solveig waved at her acquaintances and colleagues before starting to trot again, this time at a slower pace.
Since the evening was not quite there yet, the town was still quite active at the time. Trotting past the blacksmith and alchemist’s stores, Solveig waved and greeted at a handful of people with a smile in her face. Compared to the roads outside, inside the town the temperature rested at a comfortable more or less eight degrees thanks to the boundary field surrounding the area, which not only drove monsters away but also was enchanted to make the weather warmer for the occasion. With no more snow to jump over nor to avoid, Solveig’s trot from the gates to Lily’s was rather quick and uninterrupted. Once her destination was just around the corner, she gradually slowed her pace over a couple of seconds until the trotting turned into a peaceful walk. As she circled the house to reach the front door, Solveig heard the voices of Lily and Loreni, cheerfully chatting in the living room; however, she also heard rustling of leaves as well as the rattling of a small object that she could not identify.
“Hey.” Solveig called from the door, knocking twice before walking in as she started taking her boots off.
“Oh, hello, Solveig! I didn’t know you were coming.” Loreni greeted her from one of the chairs around the dinner table. In her arms rested a small, redhead and terrifyingly adorable creature with her eyes wide open; the baby, however, seemed to be struggling with her own existence as not even her pacifier was being sucked, and she was just blankly staring at the space in front of her doing nothing but blinking every few seconds.
“Hey, Sol!” Lily said by turning her head to Solveig as she heard her coming in. The girl was side sitting on the floor of her living room, in front of a small pine almost the height of the room itself placed on a steel platform that kept it straight up. In her hands, Lily held a bright red sphere that had a bright yellow frosty pattern around it. “You’re just in time! Wanna help us decorate?”
In the floor, around her friend, Solveig saw a handful of boxes with more colorful glass spheres, beads and figurines that resembled stars, gingerbread men and other whimsical forms that she could only label under the category of ‘cute’. Not only that, but the pine tree in the room, which had instantly caught all of her attention, had several of these figures and ornaments hanging from its branches in ways that both seemed like a structured pattern and a completely random one. Not knowing why, Solveig smiled while looking at it before even starting to speak.
“What’s with all this?” She asked, leaving her boots by the front door as she walked into the living room.
“It’s our Christmas tree!” The girl joyfully replied. “And it’s looking really neat if I say so myself!”
“A what tree, now?” Solveig giggled, sitting next to Lily and taking one of the figurines from the boxes in the floor to look at it closely.
“Christmas! A festivity that happens from the night of the 24th of this month to all day of the 25th. Though, now that I think of it, Kriemhild doesn’t really celebrate it… Do they, mom?” Lily asked, looking at Loreni while taking another colorful sphere from the boxes.
“No, but they should!” Loreni replied, slightly leaning forward in her chair. “It’s a day for families and friends to spend together, after all. There’s only good things about it.”
“Oh my gosh… I’ve celebrated Christmas my whole life, even when I moved over here. I never even thought that the rest of the people around here didn’t. That’s a bit sad… Kriemhild really should adopt Christmas too.” The girl said as she hung another pair of spheres and figurines from branches of the pine that had nothing on them yet.
“Wait, wait. What’s this… ‘Kreese-mes’, exactly?” Solveig asked, looking at her friend and her mother. “What does it celebrate?”
“Oh, uh… Well, uh…” Lily stuttered, taking one of her hands to the back of her head to stroke her own hair with a single, slow movement. The girl made a funny grimace as she turned her eyes towards the ceiling; her friend slowly raised an eyebrow. “I’m… actually not sure. As far as I know, it’s just a day you spend with the people you love. Oh! And there’s also presents!”
Loreni smiled and giggled at the girl’s explanation of Christmas.
“Oh. Just like that? That’s really nice.” Solveig smiled at the idea as she mimicked Lily’s actions by hanging a couple figurines on empty branches of the pine tree. “But, wait… why the tree, then? What does the tree have to do with all that?”
“Well, the tree isn’t the only green Christmas decoration. The festivity is a very old tradition coming from an ancient religion.” Explained Loreni, leaning forward to make eye contact with Solveig easier. “Its teachings have been long lost in history, but the Christmas day became so transcendent and important that the festivity is still celebrated in certain regions in the world, especially in Alcalá and Fiore. The pine tree, along with other vivid evergreens, is believed to be a charm of life and peace.”
“Oh, so that is why you two know about it…” Grabbing a couple spheres, Solveig stood up and aimed to hang the decorations in the upper branches of the pine tree. “Well, to be honest, looking at all of these colorful trinkets hanging from the tree does make me feel happy and alive. And you mentioned something about… presents?”
“Oh, that’s the best part, Sol!” Lily said, joyfully. “In Christmas, it is said that there’s a spirit that comes overnight and delivers presents to people. Especially for children! When I was younger, I always looked forward to get a new stuffed animal every Christmas.”
“You still like to receive stuffed animals every Christmas, sweetie.” Loreni said from the table, while the baby in her arms finally managed to get a grasp of her own existence as well as the neck of her mother’s cardigan.
“As long as there’s still room in my bed, I can never have enough of them!” The girl responded, triumphant and enthusiastic.
Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, both Lily and Loreni told Solveig the story of a spirit known as Saint Nicholas: a benevolent entity that delivered gifts and presents to people during the night of Christmas; they described him as a man with a long, white beard wearing vivid red clothes. According to the belief, Saint Nicholas delivered presents to those who had been nice during the year, rewarding them for their contributions and good behavior. However, the part that caught Solveig’s attention the most was that this spirit especially delivered presents and toys to children and, in both her friend and her mother’s cultures, these ones joyfully looked forward to the arrival of the saint.
Amazed by the story she just heard, Solveig could not help but to stop and think about it as she stared at a vivid red sphere held in her hands as she tried to imagine a picture of Saint Nicholas. However, just as she daydreamt about how it would have been to have the visit of the saint as a child, her train of thought derailed as she noticed a figure emerging from the side of the open front door, quickly turning into a familiar face.
“Knock-knock.” Said the redhead girl peeking out from the side of the doorframe. “Surprise!”
“Oh! Aria, you made it!” Lily bounced from her sitting position and, still carrying a sphere in her hands, ran three long steps before jumping on the girl at her front door who was just about to take her shoes off before stepping inside and wrapping her in a hug.
“Well, fortunately there’s nothing more important than visiting you all here for Christmas and New Year’s.” The redhead replied, hugging Lily back.
“Oh my gosh, we hadn’t seen you in months now! I’m so happy you could come.” Lily continued, slowly letting go as Solveig approached them and Loreni stood up from her chair with her baby in arms, gazing at her and smiling fondly.
“You have nothing to do, too, huh?” Solveig said as she stood in front of her, taking both hands to her own hips as she smirked. “Well, at least that finally lets you show up.”
“I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be able to visit more often from now on.” Aria replied, exchanging a quick hug with Solveig.
“Hello, dear. I’d give you a hug, but… my hands are a little busy.” Loreni giggled as she approached the three younger girls by the door.
“No problem, I’ll take care of that.” She replied, giving Loreni a warm side hug. Her eyes met with the baby’s as they stared at each other, quickly interrupted by the latter taking a hand to the girl’s nose and clumsily fondling it. Loreni started laughing followed by the three girls.
Gathering again around the pine tree in the living room, Solveig, Lily and now Aria continued to decorate it while catching up to their recent activities. Once Lily considered the tree decorated enough, the girls carried on with their conversation to the big table. Loreni, having left her baby secured to her high chair moments prior, took some plates as well as a big casserole of chicken stew to the table and, after the four women had their plates filled, they proceeded to eat.
Although brief and spaced, the girls carried on with their conversation at the dining table carried on. Lily constantly stopped eating from her plate to look at her baby sister and make both funny and affective gestures for her as Loreni both ate her own food and fed the little one pureed bananas. The baby, although mostly distracted by the innermost machinations of her own mind, happily ate the food she received and both laughed and cooed at her sister and her mother often trying to reach for the spoon with her hands. Solveig, however, remained mostly silent as she ate the food in her plate. She continued to ponder about the tale of Nicholas the Saint, reminiscing of her own childhood, her parents, her old home as well as her time living in the orphanage; filled with sudden nostalgia, the girl couldn’t help to let out a long exhalation in a subconscious attempt of stopping herself from sighing.
“Sol?” Lily turned to her, showing a mildly curious expression. Solveig, however, did not instantly respond, causing both Loreni and Aria to shift their attention to the two of them. “Are you okay?”
Upon receiving three different gazes, Solveig became aware of her surroundings again and slightly shook her head before looking back at Lily.
“Oh. Uh…” The brunette shifted her sight from Lily towards Loreni, then Aria, then back to Lily in a span of five seconds without saying anything, although her mouth remained open. “Sorry, what was that?”
“You were staring at your chicken like you were feeling sorry for it.” Aria added, while pointing towards Solveig’s plate with her fork.
Solveig stopped for a couple more seconds to collect herself and formulate how to respond, as she was truthfully lost in thought. The image of a younger Lily receiving a stuffed animal crossed her mind, followed by the thought of a hypothetical scenario of herself and the children of the orphanage in a similar situation.
“It’s nothing. I was just thinking…” She said, stopping for a moment as she shifted pieces of the chicken on her plate. “That… this Christmas thing sounds really nice. I would’ve loved to have it when I was younger, especially… Well, back at the orphanage.”
A melancholic silence landed on the table. While Solveig continued to fantasize about a past of celebrated Christmas, Lily, Aria and Loreni looked at each other for a few moments. Finally, Loreni broke the silence.
“I know what you mean. When we were children, Naroh, Rilhenna and I lived at the orphanage, too. However, I was the only one of us who knew about Christmas, so we never got to celebrate it. Well, not at first, at least; I eventually got us to exchange presents with each other during Christmas day.” She said, taking her baby from the high chair as she was finished eating her pureed food.
“Oh, my God… Sorry, I didn’t think about that…” Hearing Loreni’s story moved Solveig’s heart even further. For a moment there, she even felt like tearing up.
“It’s okay, Sol!” Loreni stopped her, showing a smile. “It’s not like we spent those days alone, or sad, or anything like that. We always had each other, and there was not a single day Amanda didn’t look after us all.”
Solveig smiled back at Loreni. Lily and Aria also looked and smiled at each other.
“Yeah… I guess that’s true.” The girl replied, catching a piece of chicken with her fork and eating it afterwards.
After a brief moment of silence, as they continued to eat, Aria was the first to empty her plate and take it to the kitchen sink by the corner of the living room. As she washed it clean, she started having an idea of her own.
“Hey… how would you like if we shared some of the Christmas spirit with the people in Kriemhild?” The girl said, looking back at everyone seated around the table.
“What do you mean?” Lily asked, slightly tilting her head sideways.
“Well, you know,” The girl continued as she dried the now clean plate using a small towel. “We could be like Saint Nick and give presents to the children around here.”
Solveig raised an eyebrow, processing the idea she just heard as well as realizing that Aria was talking about Saint Nicholas, who she had just recently learned about; meanwhile Lily, interrupted from taking a piece of chicken already in her fork to her mouth, frowned in confusion.
“I don’t follow. How do you plan to do that?”
“Well, see,” The redhead continued, returning to her seat on the table. All the eyes were on her as she spoke, even the baby’s. “The Observers have a treasury stocked up with various valuable items, including a whole lot of toys from all over the world. So I thought, why not use that?”
The other three women at the table exchanged looks between them. Each of them had questions.
“Why do the Observers keep toys in a treasury?” Solveig asked. At first, her curiosity was genuine; however, as she finished her question, she felt happiness sparking from her gut, compelling her to smile.
“It’s exactly for things like these, actually. From our missions, there’s been a good number of times where part of the spoils were toys left to their own luck. I know it sounds strange, but Luna, Paola and Maya take rescuing strayed toys very seriously.” Aria continued, making gestures with her hands as she spoke. “Whenever we have a chance, we give some of these to the less fortunate children.”
Solveig’s face continued to lighten up until she could not restrain her own smiling face longer as a number of scenarios of them handing toys to children and looking at their smiling faces flooded her thoughts.
“That is so cool!” Lily said, spacing her words to emphasize them more. “We could totally share some of them with the children in the orphanage!”
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about the orphanage only.” Aria added, looking back at Lily. “Trust me, there are enough toys there to cover an even bigger number of kids.”
“That sounds like a really cool thing to do, yeah. But… wait, would your – uh, bosses? – be okay with this?” Solveig asked, moving her fork around as she spoke.
“I… I think they’d even help us do it, if they could…” Aria replied, looking down for the end of that sentence. Solveig flashed a grimace of regret for asking that. “So, I’m sure it’s okay. Those toys are meant to make children happy, in any case.”
“Yeah!” Lily said, turning towards her mother. “We could also take some to the Embassy, too. You manage charity and donations over there, don’t you, mom?”
“Yes, we do!” She nodded. “We sometimes receive toys as donations as well, of course. They’re distributed to people not only in Kriemhild but all over the continent; I think it would be very sweet if there was suddenly a big donation happening on Christmas night.”
“That’s perfect! We could make a big donation to the Embassy and then head back here to give the children in the orphanage a surprise on Christmas night.” Aria said, excited, making more gestures with her hands.
“I know a couple families in the capital who recently fostered children from the conflicts last year. I think we could give them a special surprise, too.” Solveig added, looking at Aria. “But, wait… how are we going to do it?”
Lily and Loreni shifted their attention to Aria, who, albeit smiling, froze on the spot for a few seconds.
“I’m not sure.” She replied, looking sideways. She remained thoughtful, looking at the empty space next to the pine tree in the living room.
“How are you going to get the toys in the first place? Where’s the treasury you mentioned, Aria?” Asked Loreni. The baby in her arms cooed and reached for her mother’s cardigan neck again, making her smile and giggle.
“Well…” Aria spaced for a few seconds, trying to formulate an answer. “I’m not exactly sure where it is, but I have the coordinates and we could use a teleportation device to get there. Bringing them back, though…”
“We would need to set up a communication point between the warehouse and somewhere here nearby…” Lily added, taking a hand to her chin to think. Suddenly, her expression cleared and a smile showed up on her face. “Oh, I know! We could ask Hecate to help us with that!”
“Does Hecate know about Christmas?” Solveig asked in a giggle. “I feel like I was the only one who never knew.”
“Hecate knows about everything, I’m sure she knows about Christmas!” Lily replied, making an optimistic gesture with her arms. “And I’m sure she’d be happy to help with this, too.”
“I haven’t seen the skinny princess in months… it’d be really cool if she came over for this.” Aria said, resting her arms on the table. “If she does, all we would need is how to carry the presents over to the capital.”
“Leave that to me.” Solveig said. “I can get us a couple horses and a carriage, or a caravan, to take everything with us. Only thing is, we’d have to make the castle our rendezvous point.”
“Then it’s settled!” Aria said, getting up from the table. “Three nights from today, we’re going to be Kriemhild’s very own Saint Nick!”
Amidst the excitement of the moment, the baby in the room cooed loudly while shaking her little arms; everybody laughed and the three girls gathered around Loreni. The four women spent the rest of the evening and part of the night talking, laughing and having a peaceful time. Solveig and Aria spent the night with Lily and Loreni in their house, further planning about the coming days’ activities. As she laid on her back next to Aria in Lily’s room, Solveig continued to think about their plan until she eventually fell asleep.
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As daylight started to take over the room, Solveig started to regain consciousness; this, however, did not mean that she intended to open her eyes just yet. Basking in the glory of resting in darkness and the prospect of returning to REM sleep together with the possibility of seeing the dream of herself strolling through a valley of oversized marshmallows again, Solveig turned sideways when the sun’s light started to reach her face.
In the middle of her sleep, Aria moved one of her arms, slapping Solveig in the face in a subtle motion. Groaning in response to the sudden disturbance, the brunette slightly opened her eyes and witnessed her friend just a feet away in front of her, face-up on the sheets they had placed on the floor but completely out of the ones that were covering them for the night. Solveig sighed through her teeth before rolling to her left side in order to become face-up and, as she did, she noticed Lily sitting on her bed playing with her baby sister. After meditating for nearly an entire minute as she failed to return to her sleep, the girl slowly opened her eyes and decided, or rather was forced to decide, to abandon the idea.
“Hey.” Solveig muttered with a raspy voice.
“Oh? Hey, Sol! Good morning.” Lily replied as she continued to move a doll around the bed presumably playing a puppet show for the baby, which she, unarguably, was enjoying. “Did you sleep well?”
“More or less, she kinda moves a lot. I don’t know if I should be more surprised that she manages to get herself out of the sheets in her sleep, or that she doesn’t care she’s sleeping out of them when she’s not even wearing any pants.” Solveig said as she rubbed her eyes while Lily giggled and the baby alternated her attention between Solveig and the puppet her sister was playing for her. “What time is it, anyways?”
“Like… nine thirty? You sure slept a lot.” She replied, reaching for her baby sister as she tried to crawl towards the edge of her bed.
“I guess all the walking in the cold yesterday got me really tired.” Solveig said before an extended long yawn.
After a quiet, long moan that rather sounded like a guttural noise, the redhead on the floor next to Solveig started moving her legs as she dragged her feet back and forth through the floor.
“Your voice is so squeaky, Lily…” Aria muttered.
“Squeaky? What do you mean with that?” She replied, letting her baby sister grab the doll on her left hand.
“I’m not sure…” Aria exhaled, rolling to her left. Unfortunately, this action made the sun light coming from the window strike right in her eyes.
“Are you going back to sleep? It’s almost ten in the morning, you know.” Said Solveig, using a bit of a playful joke. “Shouldn’t we start getting ready to leave?”
“The treasury isn’t going to go anywhere, and Christmas is three nights away from today.” She replied, getting back on her back and taking one of her arms to her face, covering her eyes.
“Yeah, but we kinda have jobs. I don’t know about you, but I won’t get paid if I don’t show up at eleven.”
“Wait…” Aria quickly rose to a sitting position. “What time did you say it was?”
“Almost ten.” Lily replied from the bed.
“Oops.” Aria said, rubbing her eyes before opening them wide and blinking a few times. “Guess we should actually get ready.”
The redhead stood up and grabbed the rest of her clothes while Solveig followed by getting on her feet to stretch her arms and legs. As Aria was gathering her clothes to get dressed up, however, she made a sudden stop and rubbed her own belly.
“Does any of you plan to use the bathroom?” She asked, turning her head to them.
“I got up and went in the middle of the night, so I’m good.” Replied Solveig, reaching for her own feet with her hands as a stretching exercise.
“Nuh-uh.” Lily shook her head as she replied. “And mom isn’t home right now, either.”
“Cool. I call dibs, then.” The girl replied, leaving the room with her clothes in hand, as she scratched her butt.
“Wait. How can you walk around like that? Isn’t the floor really cold?” Solveig asked while bent over as she touched her feet, tilting her head upwards.
“My body is fire, Sol.” Aria replied from across the hallway, closing the door of the bathroom behind her.
“Oh, right. I forgot about that.” Solveig added, stretching back upwards reaching as high as she could on her feet. Moments after, however, she turned to Lily in confusion. “Wait, does it even work like that?”
Lily tilted her head towards Solveig as she held her baby sister closer to her again, thinking for a moment before shrugging and making a ‘who knows’ noise.
After a brief five seconds of silence, the sound of frantic knocks by the front door echoed through the house. “Lily, it’s me!” It was Loreni’s voice, calling from the outside. “I forgot my key! Could you open the door for me?”
“Coming!” The girl replied in a loud voice, then stood up and moved towards Solveig. “Can you hold her for a moment?”
“Uh. Sure.” She replied, taking the baby in her arms. She panicked for a split second, as the creature was slightly heavier than she anticipated and felt like she was about to drop her to the floor.
“Coming, mom!” Lily continued, trotting out of the room and into the living room. Solveig followed her; the baby cooed in her arms as it attempted to reach for her hair.
As Lily opened the front door, Loreni stormed in and nearly threw bags filled with groceries on the living room floor opposite where the decorated pine tree was. She looked a bit tense and was continuously shifting her weight from leg to leg, as she undressed from a long coat she wore above her cardigan.
“You okay, mom?” Lily asked, slightly amused.
“Yes, sweetie, I just really have to go to the bathroom!” The woman replied, giving the coat to Lily as she proceeded to dash towards the hallway on the side stopping in front of Solveig.
“Uh. Hi!” She said, playfully, in a similar tone as Lily had greeted her just recently.
“Good morning, Solveig! Hi, my little apple pie!” She replied, then leaning towards Solveig’s arms and holding her baby’s cheeks and kissing her in the forehead. “Ah! Can you hold her for a little longer? I’ll just go to the bathroom quickly, and – “
“Uh…” The girl stuttered, suddenly going nervous.
Loreni dashed again towards the bathroom door and took a hand to the knob; however, instead of being able to open the door, she found out it was locked from the inside.
“Oh, Aria just went in.” Lily said, walking to the hallway after hanging Loreni’s cardigan from one of the chairs around the table in the living room. Loreni looked back at her with a rather frozen expression. “And she’s, uh…”
“Uh… hi!” Aria replied from inside the bathroom.
“Uhm – Aria, sweetie…” Loreni said, slightly bending her abdomen forward and crossing her legs as she stood. “Do you think you’ll be long in there?”
“Uh...“ A loud but quick farting sound came from within the bathroom door. “Kinda… Do you need to go, too?”
Loreni’s face made a quick expression of pain before returning to its usual. Shifting the way her legs were crossed and taking a hand to her groin, she replied in a giggle. “It’s okay, I can wait! Don’t worry!”
The woman leaned on the door and pushed her hips backwards while still holding tight to her crotch with her hand, tightly pushing her skirt into her legs.
“Mom, are you okay?” Lily asked, going to her mother’s side, now concerned.
“If you really need to go, we could probably ask Ciel to let you use her bathroom. The alchemist store is just like five minutes away.” Solveig added.
Loreni muttered a moan as she swapped between shifting her own weight from leg to leg to crossing them or simply weighing her butt sideways. Even though the weather was very cold, there were a couple drops of sweat running down from her forehead to her cheeks. She was, at intervals, completely stunned from the struggle of not letting her urethra give up against her bladder’s command of expelling all of the urine it carried.
“Nope –,” She gasped, suddenly. “I’m not going to make it even halfway there. I’m going to need something else!”
“You – you mean, like, the sink in the kitchen?” Lily asked, panicking.
“No, no! If I go to the sink, I’m going to make a mess!” Loreni replied, continuing to wiggle her butt sideways.
“Then, outside?” Solveig suggested, also in a bit of a panic tone.
“No, no, no! There’s too many people outside right now!” She continued to reject the suggestion.
“We could – we could use a towel!” Lily said again.
“No, because all of the towels are in the bathroom! And if I let go of this door right now, I’m going to go all over myself!” Loreni rejected, lifting one of her legs and extending the knee forward, moving it sideways as she continued to hold herself.
“Then, what –?”
“The potty!” Loreni said in a loud tone.
“The potty?!” Lily replied, raising an eyebrow and looking at her baby sister in Solveig’s arms, who was completely confused looking at her mother and trying to reach for her with one hand. “Her potty?!”
“Yes, her potty!” She continued, turning her head to them. She had her eyes shut tight, however. “It’s in the big box in your room!”
“Uh –,“ Lily looked towards her bedroom, then to Solveig, then at Loreni. “Mom, are you sure about –“
“Sweetie, I’m about to pee my pants! Please, bring me your sister’s potty!” She replied.
Lily panicked on the spot for a moment while Solveig, frightened and in panic as well, slid sideways so not to block the entrance to Lily’s bedroom, allowing her to rush inside. While rustling sounds came from within the bedroom as Lily reached for, moved and then opened the aforementioned box inside, Solveig just stood there infected by the tension of the moment, causing her to drop a sweat from her forehead. Loreni continued to struggle against her mighty need, letting out a soft groan. The baby in Solveig’s arms cooed as it started trying to reach for her mother more decidedly.
“Here it is!” Lily shouted as she ran out of her bedroom, now carrying a moderately sized pink potty seat.
“Put it below me, quick!” The last word of Loreni’s sentence was a squeak rather than talking.
Lily leaped three steps to reach behind her mother and swiftly placed the item on the floor right behind her feet, quickly standing up and stepping back afterwards.
In two incredibly swift and precise movements, Loreni took both of her hands to the sides of her skirt to pull it up. In a follow-up motion, let go of it to skillfully grab the sides of her pantyhose and panties in a single go and pulled them down as she dropped her butt downwards to adopt a squatting position. The moment her butt encountered the potty seat, a strong hissing sound started to echo through the hallway. The woman looked up with her eyes halfway closed and, her mouth already open, let out a long, pleasant moan. Her muscles started to relax, and her body shrunk slightly as she tried to get in a more comfortable position without risking her urine to splash outside of the potty. As the loud hissing continued, the baby in Solveig’s arms called for her mother again and she, who tried not to look at the woman peeing in a child’s potty in front of her, couldn’t help but to notice the little creature’s desire of going to her mother.
Loreni let out a long, peaceful sigh of relief before extending her arms towards Solveig as she said, “Oh, my sweet little girl…” Solveig could not help to blush as she looked at the woman’s expression of pleasant peace as she was peeing. Now holding her baby in arms, Loreni gave her another kiss in the forehead. “Ah… what a relief…”
Solveig exchanged gazes of embarrassment with Lily while the loud hiss of Loreni peeing into the pink potty continued for about ten more seconds before completely vanishing.
“Thank you, sweetie.” Loreni looked at Lily, who giggled and smiled back at her.
At that moment, another loud but rather long farting sound thundered from within the bathroom door, causing all the three women outside, including the one squatting on a pink potty, to look at the bathroom door with their eyes wide open.
“Sorry!” Aria shouted.
Lily let out a snorted giggle while Loreni laughed and Solveig smiled, embarrassed, took her hand to her forehead while muttering a laugh.
After this incident, the morning continued in a more relaxed fashion until both Solveig and Aria left to their respective duties, but not without further discussing their plans to carry out during Christmas night.
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With the sun setting over the horizon, out in the fields of an area unknown to her, Solveig had accompanied Aria to the location where the treasury the girl mentioned the night prior was located. Both of them had arrived through a warping device configured by Aria reaching specifically to a point in the middle of the savanna. For all she knew the place was far to the west of Kriemhild, seeing how they had used the teleporting device late in the night.
After a good fifteen minutes of walking and following Aria’s lead, the girls arrived at a rather big building, at least five houses wide and large and with no visible doors or gates, made entirely of cleft stone. The construction seemed to be quite old, although Aria stated that this appearance was made-up in order to mislead traveling treasure hunters since, rather than a warehouse, the building looked like an old temple of sorts.
Sliding her hand in a peculiar motion over a specific spot in the building’s walls, Aria activated a mechanism that, with loud cracks and squeaks, made the walls of the building to open as if they were wooden gates, revealing the dark interior of the structure. Once the stone gate was fully open, a loud thud echoed inside as luminous crystals started to light all over the ceiling and walls within the compound.
“Aah, I love the smell of this place,” Aria said, hands on her waist as she took a deep breath facing the inside of the structure before marching in. “Here, the toys are this way.”
Solveig looked around as she followed her friend. There were all kinds of items and trinkets inside the warehouse, all stocked in an ordered fashion by sections: stands with pieces of hardware, weapon boxes, minerals, wooden crates with an uncanny feeling to them and even a mountain of natural sand, among all kinds of other items.
“Do you keep all of the stuff you use in here?” Solveig asked as they walked further inside.
“Not really. There’s other two warehouses like this one, but I only really remembered this one’s location. I’d ask Henry, but I have no idea where he or Eddy are right now,” she replied, rubbing the back of her own head.
“Two more like this?! Wow,” Solveig replied, continuing to gaze at every corner around her.
Finally, the girls made a turn and arrived to a section of the building that looked like the neatly arranged alley of a toy store: from stuffed animals to a couple of the latest line of miniature golem automata, there were enough toys to fill an entire room from bottom to top. As she first looked at them all, Solveig’s eyes started beaming and an excited gasp escaped her throat.
Running around and exclaiming loudly at every item she picked, Solveig looked like an authentic child excited to see so many toys in a single place. At one point, she picked a stuffed squirrel from the stuffies section and showed it to Aria, holding it in front of her own face; the redhead smiled and nodded back at her friend, who turned the squirrel back to face her and held it with utmost joy. After giving her new friend a hug, Solveig cleared her throat and looked back to Aria.
“I’m – I’m sorry. I needed to get that out of my system.” The girl stuttered, walking back to stand next to Aria.
“I’m surprised you only picked one. I grabbed like five things the first time I saw this place. Remember those dolls you saw in my room at the airship?” Aria said to her as she took out a shiny crystal and a folded paper sheet out of the pockets in her pants. “Now, let’s see here …”
Aria placed the shiny crystal on the ground after softly rotating it in her hand, making the peculiar gem to release a dim, blue glow in repeated intervals. Afterwards, both girls started drawing a moderately big spell circle in an empty space next to the toys by using a blue, phosphorescent chalk following specifications written down by Lily.
After a good fifteen minutes of work, both girls stopped abruptly as the crystal placed on the floor by Aria started to release a bright light together with a loud metallic sound. Moments after, the gem in the floor flashed illuminating its surroundings for a split second as, in a whoosh, Lily and Hecate materialized above it.
“Whoa, it’s dark in here!” Lily exclaimed, opening her eyes wide and blinking twice, rubbing them with her hands afterwards. “Sol? Aria?”
“Is this the warehouse? This place is immense!” Added Hecate, having seemingly no problems to adjust to the place’s dim light.
Solveig stood from her crouching spot on the floor a few feet away, waving at them as she rose. “Hey, we’re over here!”
“Oh, hey! Is this the –,” As the blonde was about to greet Solveig and Aria, a long gasp escaped her throat when she looked to the great stock of toys beside the spot they had just appeared at, violently grabbing Hecate’s shoulder moments after as she exclaimed, “Hecate, look!”
The princess’ eyes opened wide and her eyebrows rose from the impression of seeing such a great number of toys, all neatly organized. Not even realizing how big and stocked the warehouse was as a whole, Hecate had to freeze and process for a moment that this was the biggest collection of toys she had ever seen.
As an excited Lily started roaming the items in the toys section and continuously chanting “Oh my gosh!” as she bounced from one to other, Solveig and Aria left their positions drawing the spell circle and approached Hecate.
“Hey, Hecate! It’s so good to see you!” Solveig landed on her with a quick hug.
“You look really good!” Added Aria, giving her a hug after Solveig, “how’s things in Kardia?”
“Oh, it is all going well. Perhaps just a little boring.” She replied, getting out of her fashionable shawl. “I heard from Lily that you two are having it rather easy now that the New Year festivities are close by.”
“Yeah, there’s not much to do. At least not within Kriemhild, but the northern countries are still a mess.” Solveig replied.
“Well, it’s a work in progress, but things should get better soon.” Added Aria, “in any case, did Lily tell you about –? Lily!”
The blonde, absorbed in her own world, was bent over as she frantically hugged a whole set of stuffed animals arranged on a table, smiling and rubbing her face against them; however, as soon as she heard Aria’s call, she rose her head and replied, “Yes?”
“Did you tell Hecate about our plan?” Aria asked, hands on her waist.
“Uh-huh!” The girl replied, going back to rub her face against the soft stuffed animals.
“Yes, she did,” said Hecate as she giggled, “I have to admit I did not quite understand at first; she just told me that you girls wanted to give children ‘a lot of toys from Aria’s warehouse’, quoting her words.”
“Well, I can’t blame her for skipping a couple details on the first run. We all got a little too excited about it,” said Solveig.
“She did tell me that your plan is to make the myth of Saint Nicholas a reality in your own way, correct?” Asked Hecate, receiving a nodding response from Aria.
“Wait, so you knew about this Nicholas guy too? Wow, I feel so left out,” said Solveig, looking sideways with an expression of regret.
“I think this is a very sweet and noble idea, and I would love taking a part in it. These should find their way to anyone they can make happy,” continued Hecate, looking at both Lily and the mountain of toys she was enjoying, “that said, how can I help?”
“Well, we have the goods here and Lily gave us this; it should be enough to take these with us to Kriemhild, right?” Aria showed Hecate both the instructions in the paper she had as well as the nearly finished spell circle they were drawing on the floor beside them.
“Hm, a greater teleportation spell,” said Hecate, muttering some words for herself as she looked to both the toys and the circle in intervals. “Yes, I should be able to get the supply of mana we need tomorrow during the day. We might not be able to take all of the toys with us, but at least a considerable amount of them. Lily and I should be able to manage the teleportation spell once the circle and the energy source are prepared.”
“Neat! We could get them directly to Lily’s house back at the town!” Exclaimed Aria, excited.
“Actually, we need a more spacious location to serve as the receiver end of the teleportation. Otherwise the teleported items or, even worse, Lily’s house could end up with some damage,” said Hecate, giving Aria a worried look.
“Oh. Crap. Well… we can’t just warp them outside; they’ll get covered in snow and mud,” Aria continued.
“And if we’re taking some of them to the Embassy in Arcadia, we’re going to need something to move them around. I could get my hands on a caravan like I said yesterday, but we’d have to start moving from the castle,” added Solveig.
“It’s a bit too complicated for my taste!” Aria complained, groaning as she briefly looked above her and stepped anxiously with her right leg, “but if that’s the only way, then let’s make it work.”
“Count on it!” Cheered Solveig.
After dragging Lily out of her trance, the four girls gathered around the spell circle drawn in the floor and continued to luster their plan as well as finish the drawing on the floor. That night the girls, fueled by their own warm spirits, filled the big warehouse with the echoes of their voices and laughter.
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Nearing midnight, the surroundings of Kriemhild’s Royal Castle remained in a peaceful silence interrupted only by the occasional whistle of the wind passing through. The lake coming from the west and into the castle’s underground channels stood completely still, illuminated by the many torches lit on the castle’s walls and towers on its side. In the distance, coming from the southern roads, a figure appeared to come running towards the outer gates.
Aria, carrying a bag over her back, was arriving late at the rendezvous point she and her friends had settled two nights ago. Recognized by one of the guards stationed in the front gate, they allowed the girl into the castle without interrupting her race. Quickly covering the distance of the nearly empty gardens in front of the castle’s inner gates, Aria dashed into the main lobby before abruptly stopping her race to finally catch her breath and place the bag on the floor next to her.
“You’re so late! Where were you?” Lily exclaimed.
The first thing Aria noticed as she looked up was an immense sled placed just beside the entrance, loaded up to the brim with boxes decorated with fancy wraps, ribbons and patterns of vivid colors. Next to the sled, and the only people in the whole lobby, were Solveig, Lily, Hecate, Loreni, Marhald and Ulf, who all seemed to be arranging the boxes and securing them to the vehicle.
“Whoa. When did you wrap up all the toys? And what the hell is that?” Aria exclaimed in surprise, still struggling to catch her breath. Simultaneously, her attention shifted to the tall and slim bandit who seemed to be working in tandem with the king of Kriemhild to get the boxes on the vehicle. “Wait, what is he doing here?”
“Hey, Aria! You’re late!” Solveig greeted her from the sled, “Because of the snow, using a caravan right now would take us forever to get from here to the capital, so Ulf got us this thing instead.”
“It’s a sled; this one was manufactured in Freiheit. Please don’t ask me how I got my hands on it,” added Ulf as he nervously looked at Marhald behind him, who narrowed his eyes back at the man.
“Fancy vehicle, innit? I’m sure there’s a dodgy story behind it, but I promised not to pry,” said Marhald, loading three big boxes on the sled with just one hand.
“We told Marhald and Ealia yesterday about what you girls wanted to do tonight, and they offered to help; we wrapped everything together earlier! As soon as Ulf arrived with the sled, we started loading it with them.” Explained Loreni, sitting on the side of the vehicle and placing the decorated boxes in it as Lily gave them to her from below.
Dazzled by the spirit of celebrating Christmas going as far as to bring a king and a renowned bandit work together, Aria’s eyes sparkled with happiness, much like Solveig’s were. From a whimsical desire, the girls felt like they were in progress of spreading some happiness the world so desperately needed.
As soon as all the present boxes had been loaded on the sled, save one that Lily had picked specifically for her baby sister, the girls and their companions gathered around the sled.
“Alright, I’d say we’re ready to go,” said Solveig, tapping the rear end of the sled. “Shall we get this outside?”
“How… how are we going to move it, Sol?” Asked Lily, looking a bit baffled.
“With horses, of course,” the girl replied, pointing outside, “I made sure to get good ones ready.”
“Need help taking this outside?” Said Ulf importantly, implying he wanted to help.
“Yes, if it’s not much –“
“Wait, wait! Before I forget,” Aria interrupted Solveig, quickly grabbing the bag she had brought with her from the floor and fiddling with its insides making rustling noises, “I brought something for us.”
After a few moments, everyone witnessed how Aria triumphantly exclaimed “ta-da!” as she took out a fancy looking, long red coat-like cloth with white fluffy edges from the bag together with a matching hat and stockings of the same fabric and pattern. Lily and Loreni gasped while everyone else raised an eyebrow.
“A coat and boots?” Hecate asked.
“It’s not just that; it’s garbs that look like Saint Nicholas’ robes!” Lily explained, bouncing towards Aria to get a closer look at the clothes she just presented, “where did you get this?”
“I found a clothing store in Rome that sells them. It took me a good while of roaming, so, that’s why I came in so late. Look, I got one for all of us four!” The girl said, showing Lily the inside of the bag where there were three other identical outfits.
“Oh my gosh, they’re so cute!” Lily exclaimed as Aria handed her the one she had took out first.
Solveig and Hecate approached to them, curious. Aria happily handed one dress to each of her friends selectively choosing them according to their size.
“I doubt I can wear this coat over my dress. It will look very out of place,” said Hecate, turning the cloth around and observing it from different angles.
“Oh, it’s not a coat,” said Lily, turning over to Hecate, “it’s a dress! You’re supposed to wear it alone.”
Hecate raised an eyebrow and grimaced in confusion. She looked at the cloth Aria handed her and noticed it was rather short for her size, compelling her to ask the blonde, “are we supposed to wear these with nothing else? This is far too short; I doubt it can cover me anywhere near my knees.”
“Well, you’re not supposed to wear it alone; these dresses come together with a cute set of white legwear you wear under the stockings,” replied Lily, looking back at Aria afterwards, “you got them too, right?”
Aria held tight to the dress she picked for herself as her eyes opened wide and an expression of concern drew on her face. The wide smile on Lily’s face became a disturbed grimace and narrowed eyes.
“Uh…” Aria stuttered.
“You forgot those, didn’t you?” After a brief silent response of Aria’s as she showed mild panic by opening her mouth show her teeth put together, Lily groaned and took a palm to her face.
“I know, I know, sorry! But, can we please just wear them?” She replied, making an endearing face to Lily and Hecate while Solveig frowned in confusion beside the three of them.
“Okay, I can’t say no. They’re too cute for me to pass,” Lily said, shaking her head.
“You speak for yourself; I cannot possibly wear this!” Hecate complained, pointing out at the cloth’s size again. “Although… I have to admit I love the color and the pattern…”
“Come on, it’s just for tonight! Besides, you don’t get to show those legs as much as you should, you know?” Said Aria, smiling and looking at Hecate’s legs, making the princess’ face go bright red.
“Okay, okay. Should we go change, then?” Lily said, looking at Solveig and Aria.
“Go change? Didn’t you say we were short on time?” The redhead replied, starting to unbutton her blouse.
“Aria, what are you doing?!” Lily shouted, trying to stop her.
“Alright, you nick; come with me, let’s get those horses ready,” Marhald said suddenly, grabbing Ulf in an almost aggressive manner as to force him to walk out of the lobby.
“Holy –! Yes, sir,” he replied, confused and slightly frightened, obediently compelling to the king’s mighty strength.
Together with Aria, albeit reluctantly so, the girls started changing into the fancy red dresses she had brought for them; Solveig and Lily became less uncomfortable as they took their clothes off, remaining only with their underwear on, while Hecate undecidedly crouched as she figured out how to strap the dress to her figure in that position. Once the girls had all changed, Loreni helped each of them to adjust the final details of their costumes. Hecate continued to try and stretch the fabric further downwards, being barely able to cover her thighs.
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A few minutes later, once the men had helped to take the sled out of the castle’s lobby and onto the snow in a road left unplowed as per Solveig’s request, the girls readied their trusty vehicle with the horses and sought to set out. Reins in hand, Aria shouted and mildly whipped the horses to get them moving. Solveig, Lily and Hecate looked back as they waved to Loreni, Marhald and Ulf who remained at the castle’s inner gates.
The idea of the sled had been a perfect one: the vehicle swiftly slipped through the snow thanks to the horses. In a matter of seconds, the girls had already passed the front gates of the castle and were now en route to the capital.
“Whoa, this is so cool!” Aria shouted, holding tight to the reins as she looked forward.
“Which route should we take?” Asked Lily, trying not to sit on any of the boxes in the cramped sled as she leaned forward.
“Well, I doubt we should take the hills in the main route. The horses are probably going to struggle with the weight of this thing if we make them run them up,” said Solveig.
“What do you suggest, then?” Asked Aria, turning her head slightly towards Solveig behind her.
“The road around the northern castle town is probably frozen right now, so we can’t make the horses go through that either. Take the detour south of the hills, and then circle it all the way up to the southern gate,” Solveig replied, pointing with her hand.
“Got it!” Replied Aria, mildly whipping the horses again with the reins in her hand.
In the back seats of the sled, a rather worried-looking Hecate was trying to warm herself up with her own breath, as her magical energy was not enough; years of living in the middle of the desert had left her susceptible to low temperatures. Amidst the idle conversation the girls had over the road, the princess suddenly felt a disturbance in her lower abdomen as she remembered that she, ironically, forgot to visit the ladies’ room before setting out on their present-giving enterprise. Planning to use the facilities in the Embassy building, she decided to keep this information to herself for the time being.
Carried by the horses, the girls drove their vehicle through the fields of Kriemhild under the cloudy night. Protected by a handy charm prepared by Lily as well as the time and the weather, they encountered no obstacles anywhere in the road. Arriving at the southern gates of the capital city, the girls met an unexpected delay, as the guards did not instantly recognize Solveig due to her whimsical outfit and the vehicle they rode was strange enough to raise some questions. For the five minutes they had to stop, as the vehicle required inspection by the guards stationed at the gate, the pressure in Hecate’s bladder started to become worse; she was not worried, however, given that their destination was just around the corner.
Within five minutes after they entered the city, the girls finally arrived at their destination. Aria bounced down the sled and, together with Solveig and Hecate, started unloading boxes from the sled and arranging them at the stairs in front of the building; meanwhile Lily, as representative of her mother, spoke with the previously briefed security guards at the Embassy who proceeded to unlock the front entrance for the girls to get in.
Once inside, the girls, with the help of a couple guards, carried the first set of boxes across the Embassy’s reception hallway and into the main hall. In there, much to Solveig’s surprise, they carried the presents and left them under a decorated pine tree even taller than the one at Lily’s house; when asked, Lily explained that this was the work of both her mother and a couple other nations’ representatives. Solveig felt increasingly sillier when hearing this, realizing that she could have known about Christmas from a long time ago had she visited this building before during this time of the year while training to become a knight.
At a certain moment Hecate, sneaking off her friends’ sight after carrying a couple small boxes with her towards the pine, wandered off towards the Embassy’s bathrooms in the first floor hoping not that her friends or the guards would not spot her. Arriving at the bathrooms’ doorsteps, the princess happily sighed as she took a hand to the ladies’ room’s doorknob; her expression quickly shifted to one of worry, however, realizing that the door was locked. Going against her own standards and clinging to false hope, Hecate attempted to roll the doorknob a couple more times before accepting that opening it was not possible. Looking behind her, she spotted Aria and Solveig coming from the hallway with boxes pilled in each of the girls’ arms and decided to return.
“Hey, Hecate,” Aria called her while putting the boxes down, “I think this is enough, so we’re going back now.”
Hecate looked back at Aria and remained silent for a moment with her mouth open, trying to formulate what to say.
“Oh! Very well,” she stuttered, just as she saw one of the guards walking into the lobby with Lily, presumably with the last set of boxes.
Solveig and Aria walked past them, making a signal to Lily as they left the lobby through the hallway in the front. Hecate, however, approached to Lily and the guard, the latter closer in distance to her than Lily.
“Excuse me, sir,” she called, slowly tapping the floor with her left foot as she stopped walking, “is there a chance you could open the women’s restroom for me? Please.”
“Oh, the bathroom?” The guard replied, standing up after placing the boxes under the pine tree.
“It’s closed?” Lily intervened after hearing the conversation, “I was thinking of going before we left, too.”
“Uh…,” the guard looked at both of them with a bit of regret in his voice, “I’m sorry, ladies, but we don’t have the keys to any of the rooms, bathrooms included. We can open the entrance because some of us are stationed inside and we exchange shifts, but we’re not allowed to enter the offices.”
Hecate and Lily looked at each other, both raising an eyebrow.
“Wait, what? So, what do you do if one of you has to go to the bathroom?” Lily asked to the guard in a quite frantic tone. The guard remained silent and gave her a slightly embarrassed look.
“I don’t think you’d like to know the answer to that, miss,” he replied.
“But, I saw that one of the guards in tonight’s shift is a female. Is she okay with this, too?” Hecate continued to ask, unbelieving.
“I take it the two of you are not soldiers, because she’s quite fine with it,” he replied, shrugging.
Albeit slightly indignant, Lily apologized for how both she and Hecate interrogated the guard before all of them walked back outside. As if having a mutual understanding, neither of the girls spoke of the issue further.
Solveig and Aria noticed Lily and Hecate walking out of the Embassy as the guards closed the entrance behind them while waving good-bye to the girls from their positions. Lily and Hecate were visibly concerned, the latter more notoriously so as she crossed her arms, and muttered something between themselves before climbing back on the sled with the help of their friends.
“Is everything okay?” Asked Solveig as she held Lily’s hand, helping her up.
“Yeah,” Lily said after a short sigh, “let’s go.”
“You sure? That doesn’t sound okay,” Aria intervened, “did something happen just now? Did we forget something?”
“Yes, it is just that…,” Hecate said, interrupting herself, as she was looking to the very female guard she mentioned emerge from the alley on the side of the building with an expression of relief in her face.
“We wanted to go to the bathroom before leaving, but it’s closed and they can’t open it for us,” Lily continued, rubbing her hands against her thighs as she seated.
“Uh-oh. Is it too bad?” Aria asked, looking back at them, “you two could go behind one of those trees back there before we set out.”
“Absolutely not!” Hecate replied loudly as she frowned; her face was visibly red.
“Are you sure? There’s no one around at this time, I don’t think anyone would see you,” said Solveig, looking at both of them by intervals.
“Yeah, we kinda made clear that we had to go when we asked that guard to open the bathroom for us. I don’t want him to know that we’re looking for a place to pee!” Added Lily.
“You two never learn, do you?” Aria said mockingly as she groaned in frustration.
“Well, I am not going to pee in the streets of a city. Let alone the fact that it is the capital of this country! May I remind you Kardia and Kriemhild have a formal alliance? That is just disrespectful!” Hecate argued, upset as she waved one arm towards Aria while the other was clutching her crotch.
“Wow. You’re using that so you don’t have to pee outdoors?” Solveig asked, looking at Hecate with an eyebrow raised.
“Can we just get moving? We’ll hold it until we arrive at the orphanage,” Lily said, leaning towards Aria.
“Alright, alright, fine,” the redhead replied, surrendering to the two girls’ pleas.
Waving good-bye to the guards once more, Aria mildly whipped the horses’ reins and shouted to get them moving. After passing through the southern gate checkpoint, now that more than half of the cargo was delivered to the Embassy building, Aria handled the horses to run at a faster pace more comfortably.
Trying to keep her mind off her bladder, Hecate continued to engage in idle conversation with her friends; however, the pressure in her bladder became harder to ignore after every minute that passed. Not having even reached past the first half of the distance from the capital to the southern castle town, keeping the need to pee out of her mind became positively impossible to achieve; moreover Lily, facing the same problem as her friend, repeatedly continued to shake her right foot with her legs crossed.
Suddenly, with no previous warning, one of the sled’s runners bumped a solid object and bounced off the ground in a slightly violent fashion making the girls all scream in response, as it was barely able to stabilize without rolling over its own weight. Hecate squeaked afterwards, bearing an expression of fright in her face, and quickly shoved both of her hands between her legs as she felt a wet patch growing in her underwear at her crotch area.
“You girls okay?” Aria asked, looking back briefly.
“Yeah, I think nothing fell off the sled,” Solveig replied first, placing the box carefully next to her on the floor.
“Hecate?” Lily asked looking at her, as she was seemingly frozen on the spot still bearing the same expression. “You okay?”
The princess shivered and replied by shaking her head sideways. She felt warmth in her hands briefly, followed by cold as the wet stain in her underwear had passed from her underwear into the red dress before stopping to spread.
The girl opened her still shaking mouth without saying anything for a couple of seconds before finally saying, “I am about to wet myself.”
“What?” Lily squeaked, also struggling to control herself with one hand clutching her crotch.
“Should we stop?” Solveig asked, worriedly looking at Aria.
“Well, sure, but that would take a little,” she replied, “the horses got really upset from that bump just now. I’m trying to get them to slow down, but that’s not really looking good.”
“No, I need to go now!” Hecate screamed, shutting her eyes and grinding her teeth as she used all of her might for her fingers to push against her urethra.
Just a moment later, Hecate’s hips rose from their seating position as the princess quickly lifted the red dress and reached for her underwear to pull it down.
“Somebody salvage the presents!” Aria panicked.
Without thinking, Hecate continued to lift her hips above the sled’s boundaries and rested her thighs on the edge as a loud hiss became audible even over the running of the horses and the sled’s runners passing through the snow. With a mighty strength, a stream gushed out of Hecate’s urethra hitting the snow below as the sled continued to move; the princess moaned loudly, followed by an extended sigh. Solveig stared at Hecate with eyes wide open, well surprised by the princess’ boldness, while Aria continued to make the horses to slow down thinking that another bump on the road would be dangerous for her friend given that she had her butt hovering outside of the edges.
Lily, who had her hands clutching her groin until then, suddenly rose from her spot and said, “Oh, what the hell,” reaching for her own hips to lift her dress, pull her panties down and follow Hecate by peeing off the sled’s edge, letting out a long sigh as she started. Leaving a cloud of steam as they dashed forward, Lily and Hecate’s urine streams gushed strongly against the snow beneath them.
“Hey, what are you doing? Stop staring!” Lily said to Solveig and Aria, who were both nonchalantly looking at them.
“Sorry, I just can’t believe you actually done it,” Aria chuckled, amused, “and it looks kinda fun.”
Lily groaned and looked away as she continued to pee. After a few seconds, Hecate’s stream gradually decreased in strength until only but droplets dripped off her crotch; the princess, knowing that her underwear was already wet, quickly took her hips into the sled’s perimeter and pulled her underwear and dress back to place, shrinking on the spot. Lily continued to pee for a little longer until her stream reduced to droplets; the blonde shook her hips carefully before slowly pulling her panties back in place and returning to her seat, her face completely blushing red.
“I can’t believe you two just did that. Didn’t thought you’d have it in you,” said Aria, in an oddly matter of compliment.
“Can we please pretend that did not happen?” Hecate asked timidly.
“Yeah, it’s not like taking a break behind the bushes. That was super weird and embarrassing!” Lily complained.
Solveig looked forward, blushing; rather than feeling embarrassed for what just happened, she saw it as a reminder that her bladder had been full for a while as well. Wrapping her arms around her calves and rubbing herself, she felt a sudden desire to mimic what Lily and Hecate had just done. Noticing the brunette’s reaction, Aria looked at her and smirked.
“You need to go too, don’t you, Sol?” She teased.
“Maybe…,” she replied, keeping her sight on the road and trying to calculate the time they had before arriving at the town, “but I can still make it to the orphanage…”
“You know, I kinda have to go, too. It’s still a while until we arrive, so, why don’t we just go?” The redhead suggested, briefly changing her teasing for kindness.
“Are you serious? We only did that because we couldn’t hold it anymore. You girls don’t look bad at all,” Lily said, raising an eyebrow.
The sound of Lily and Hecate’s peeing had strongly influenced Solveig, making her need to worsen considerably in a matter of seconds compared to how well she had ignored it for the past hours. All of a sudden, the cold weather and the swaying of the sled got to Solveig, making her feel like her bladder shrunk and had less capacity than before. Inevitably, she groaned, crossing her legs and taking her hands to her groin.
“Solveig doesn’t look so good if you ask me,” Aria teased again, looking at her by her side, “Do you still think you can make it?”
Narrowly opening her eyes as she faced forward, Solveig’s face sketched out a look of indignation and grunted through her teeth. Knowing Aria, she was going to continue teasing her until she gave up, and the way her bladder was feeling made her realize it was just a matter of time.
“Okay, okay,” she sighed, “it’s not like we haven’t shared embarrassing moments before.”
“That’s the spirit!” Aria said, cheerfully, “here, Lily, take the reins for me for a bit.”
“Wait, you’re seriously going to do it?” The blonde said, raising an eyebrow as Aria handed her the reins as she said before.
Hecate and Lily watched how the two girls carefully moved from the front of the sled to the back. Solveig carefully held to the front seats of the sled with one hand and using the other to lift her dress and pull her underwear down. Aria, on the other hand boldly stood up and yanked her panties down to her calves, completely removing them from her right leg and, in the same motion, stepped on the edge of the sled with her right foot.
Once their hips were out of the sled’s bounds, Solveig sighed and Aria looked backwards holding onto the sled’s edges with her hands. Urine flew out of both girls’ urethras simultaneously, leaving a cloud of steam on their way just like the other Lily and Hecate’s had. Solveig’s stream shot downwards with great pressure while Aria’s, who was not pushing as strongly as she was, simply flew away as if water coming from a bottle tipped over.
“Oh my God, they’re actually doing it,” Lily said, moderately surprised as she briefly looked back to them.
As urine continuously shot off their urethras, Solveig peacefully excited while Aria laughed in amusement.
“I knew this would be fun!” Aria exclaimed cheerfully as she laughed.
As Aria and Solveig’s pee audibly hissed in the background, Hecate turned her head and looked at her friends.
“I fail to understand why situations like this always happen when I tag along with you girls,” she said, “it is both frightening and embarrassing, but I confess it is fun and thrilling.”
“Yeah,” Lily replied, turning back at the girls peeing over the sled’s edges, “kinda weird, huh?”
Leaving tracks of both the sled’s runners as well as Aria and Solveig’s pee hitting the ground, the girls continued to dash through the snowy night.
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The sun started to rise over the horizon over the southern castle town, warming and lighting up the surrounding areas. At its gates, the girls arrived with their sled and made it into the town, greeting everyone as they passed until they finally reached their last stop at the orphanage’s doorsteps. Loreni, who had seen the girls coming in the distance from within Lily’s house, greeted them with her baby in arms as they bounced off the sled. The orphanage’s caretaker, Amanda, received the four girls, accompanied by curious children; Solveig, brightly smiling, handed the children the first of the present boxes.
All of their work had proven fruitful, as the girls were able to provide the memorable Christmas that they hoped. |
Note: This is a much longer story I wrote, and decided to give it it's own thread. Hope you all enjoy.
The Orchestral Disaster
with Parkha Naeem (18)
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Tonight was a big night for Parkha Naeem. She was diligently getting herself ready for the state high school orchestra competition, for which she was a xylophonist in the percussion section for. She'd normally be the last person to jump to spending a Saturday evening in or with school, avoiding other activities like drama or sport for both shyness and laziness, music was one art that entrapped her soul. It only took sweet chords and sick beats for Parkha to completely lose her sense of time and space, sailing on a rhythmic sea of musical ecstasy. Not to mention they always served pizza during school competitions. As she showered she attentively hummed her favorite movements of that night's show, even making weird huffs and grunts that in the acoustic cradle of her head sounded like an entire orchestra of trumpets.
After closing the shower she dried herself, tidied her face with a modest amount of makeup, and blow-dried her short hair. Parkha treated herself to feeling like the Shahbanu of America, paying an unusually great attention to her looks for someone who just outside in the bedroom had clothes thrown around on the dresser, bed, and floor. She picked out and wore a pair of soft white panties and a comfortable matching bra, pulled a ruby red sequin blouse over her body, and pulled up a pair of soft black dress pants that stayed wide by the ankle like the feathers of an eagle. Finally, she wrapped around her head a darker ruby red headscarf embroidered in subdued Turkish roses. One quick look in the mirror and she had the confidence of the world. Parkha grabbed her car keys, and ran down to kiss her mother goodbye for the evening, who was disappointed she couldn't come to see the concert due to an incident in her robotics lab that she was dressed to meet.
"Last concert before college, champ!" she exclaimed, giving Parkha a big hug before seeing her off in the garage. Parkha got in her car, connected her android's music, and pulled out of the garage to drive to local university the competition was being held.
Parkha arrived rather early to site. Her best friend, Tamar Gartner, was an oboe player, and the two being nerdy partners in crime meant that they liked beating the crowd to get extra time to just hang out. As Parkha approached the university concert hall from the parking lot, she could see through the big glass walls of the entrance Tamar slouched on a sofa, playing on her phone. Her brown, curly hair and generally tall stature made her impossible to miss. After catching eye of Parkha, Tamar got up from the couch to eagerly greet her friend, and start talking about an animated show she had started watching. The two shot the breeze while more of the orchestra began showing up, podding up in their little cliques and sections to chat before the instructor and conductor, Mrs. Suzuki, showed up. Mrs. Suzuki was an easily irritable teacher, but extremely good at her job. She had managed to turn Eel Creek High School orchestra from the biggest joke in the state to one of the best. Her presence was commanding, and her simply entering the building caused even the rowdiest students of the trombone section to gather up into their sections for accountability.
"Eel Creek High Class of 2023," Mrs. Suzuki began, "I am confident this concert will be the finest in this school's history, but more importantly, implore you to enjoy yourselves in your last year! Shortly we will have way too much pizza and soda delivered for you to enjoy for dinner, and then we will begin our pre-concert rehearsals in about two hours." Mrs. Suzuki stepped away to sign the orchestra in, leaving all the students to resume their social groups. Shortly later students were being called to help offload the pizzas. Through the door came an endless stream of pizzas, definitely enough for each person to have at least four slices, and then followed crates of soda cans. Parkha stepped in line to grab her first few slices when some members of the student council handed her a whole box of cheese pizza. "We know you don't eat pork, so we saved a pizza for you," they said, but not fast enough to beat Parkha running off to Tamar with a giant cheese pizza pie and multiple lemon-lime sodas.
Parkha and Tamar cracked open the sodas like beers, and began snaffling down pizza slice after pizza slice while chatting about random topics. After about half an hour, Parkha had finished four soda cans. "Damn, Parks, make sure you go to the bathroom before we start!" Parkha gave Tamar a smug look, as if Tamar had just insulted her intelligence. "Duh," Parkha responded, "I'll go five minutes before rehearsals, and then again before the concert Why didn't you get any pop, Tam?" Not only was soda too sugary for Tamar's liking, she was always paranoid about staying dry for big events, just in case. Not to mention soda was dehydrating anyway. "You know I don't like pop," responded Tamar.
The two hours passed and Mrs. Suzuki returned to the gaggle of students, immediately rounding everyone up back into their sections through sheer gravitas. "I hope you all enjoyed the pizza, my treat, so now let's get ready for rehearsals. You will all rehearse in your sections before a group rehearsal in the spare auditorium, and that way you can have time to tune your instruments and get everything ready", she instructed. "You all have 15 minutes to get ready for rehearsals." After two claps everyone was moving to their designated areas to begin section rehearsals, with Parkha and Tamar splitting apart back to their respective sections. Naturally, everyone branched out to quickly use the bathroom, and being slow Parkha found herself at the back of the line to the women's restroom. This wasn't a cause for concern, since Parkha bladder wasn't full, and this was just a cautionary trip.
By threes the girls went in and came out, but as the line was approaching the end there were hiccups in the flow. One girl walked out, telling the next one in line "two of the toilets are busted." By the time the student in front of Parkha came out, she warned her that all the stalls were broken. At that time a janitor came and entered the bathroom, telling Parkha to hold on a second. A minute passed when the janitor came out with a closed sign that she plopped in front of the door. "Sorry," apologized the janitor, "I gotta fix the toilets. This news put a dent on Parkha's plans. "How long until they're fixed?" she asked. "They won't be ready until tomorrow, sorry," said the janitor. "You can maybe try the biology center down the road". The biology center was about a ten minute walk one way, and Parkha didn't have that kind of time. Maybe she'd get an opportunity after rehearsals, but already she had lost quite a bit of confidence for the evening.
Parkha returned to her percussion section to get her xylophone ready, and warm up with some chromatic scales. The drummers grabbed and set up all the snares, timpanies, and the other percussion instruments. Normally Parkha felt like a queen behind her xylophone, someone even her bullies respected. She was like a jockey and her horse, or a bombardier and her cannon. Tonight however she became a ball of nerves, with only the thought of a pee plan on the top of her mind. The night could last well over five hours, and after drinking all those cans of soda she knew she would eventually need to use the restroom. The crew moved the instruments to the spare auditorium, Parkha rolling the xylophone behind, while the wind and strings were already mostly set up and just tuning. When all the gear was set up, the sodas began catching up.
In her abdomen a slow ball of pressure was starting to grow. Warmth from the soda had already made its slow descent to her bladder and closer to her crotch. There was no urgency yet, but the warmth was noticeable enough that Parkha couldn't help but check once by pressing a hand on the crotch of her pants to see if her groin could feel wet panties. Thankfully for now this was just paranoia, and she was completely dry. Mrs. Suzuki climbed up the front of the stage to the conductor's podium to signal to the class that it was time to play. Everyone silenced and diverted their full attention to the conductor, who began to make count to initiate the song. Parkha readied her mallets, and the first movement began.
The music flowed like water. It was obvious everyone in the orchestra did their part to practice, or was at least just naturally talented enough. Parkha effortlessly played her piece of the movement, but as the music continued the pressure in her abdomen descended lower, and lower, and lower. She was starting to need to keep her legs closer together, and the distraction made her slip a couple times on the notes but not in any disruptive way. By the next movement, her thighs were rubbing together ever-so-slightly to the beat of the music, and in the third and final movement she had picked up a slight sway in her movement. The rehearsal was for the most part a perfect rendition of the Japanese Rhapsody, with Mrs. Suzuki being quite satisfied, but of course the orchestra was going to rehearse one more time, just for added perfection. Everyone went through the motions one more time, and Parkha was still but only slightly rubbing her thighs together and stepping side to side to stop a continually descending sensation of warmth in her abdomen.
The second rehearsal was over and everyone began to stage their instruments for the real deal. The show was only now starting, and there were about four other schools in queue before it was Eel Creeks' turn, so the students were to just take seats in the audience and enjoy the show. With this, Parkha saw an opportunity to try and find a toilet, knowing there was at least a couple hours before they were up to play. Tamar found Parkha in the lobby, asking what she was doing since Parkha normally enjoyed listening to the other schools.
"Tamar, do you know if there's another bathroom in this building, the main one is closed," she asked her friend.
Tamar replied, "I don't think so, not when I last saw, but I think there is one in the biology building. It's only twenty minutes there and back, we can check it out together."
Parkha nodded in gratitude, and responded, "let's walk fast, I don't want to miss too much of the show." The two then headed out to the biology center.
Pressure in Parkha's abdomen was building more and more down the walk. Tamar could notice Parkha walking slightly slower than usual. "Those sodas really run through you, don't they," Tamar commented. "Didn't you use the bathroom during the rehearsals?"
"They closed the bathroom when I was the last person in line," Parkha replied. "I was the only one who didn't get a chance!" Tamar could hear a subtle whine in that last comment.
As they walked down the road, Parkha was walking in a way that kept her thighs rubbing together, and she would occasionally subtly press her crotch with one hand. Now her status had shifted from "may have to go" to "has to go", as a definite pressure had made it to her sphincter. The two approached the biology center and stopped, looking through the glass wall to see a completely desolate building. Parkha now couldn't stand still, constantly pacing, shifting weight, and crossing her legs.
Tamar commented, "I think it's closed." A brief tug at the door confirmed her suspicion.
"I don't know what I expected," replied Parkha, "It's late on a Saturday night, no way it would have been open."
Disappointed, the two began their way back to the concert hall, now even more slowly as Parkha was trying to fidget while walking. Her mind was filling with concern as fast as her bladder was filling with urine. We still have several hours left of this, and there isn't a bathroom I can use! She was trying to think of alternative options, but she couldn't come up with any.
"Maybe you can sneak into the men's bathroom?" suggested Tamar in an obviously joking tone. It was a serious option though, but Parkha gave a disapproving look. She was much too shy to try to try and sneak into the men's restroom, afraid of being walked in on. She wasn't comfortable peeing around other ladies as it was.
"I just need to hold it, I guess," replied Parkha in a more defeatist tone.
The two returned to the concert hall, and sat back in the auditorium. The show was still in the middle of the first school's concert, Black Cliff High School, who were playing the Nutcracker suite. Parkha tried to relax and enjoy the music, but the thought of her predicament continued to linger in her mind. She was fidgeting in her seat, crossing her legs and switching, but keeping her arms on her armrests to try and stay relaxed, only occasionally touching her crotch. However the occasional gentle and slight touch of her crotch was starting to lose effectiveness, and more active means of holding were starting to become necessary. She finally brought her arms to her lap, her hands getting engaged by pressing at her crotch, but maintaining a posture that didn't make it seem obvious. She looked around the auditorium, looking to see if other people were growing desperate, just so she wouldn't feel alone. To her disappointment, everyone looked totally relaxed, and having a great time, leaving Parkha the only one in the auditorium who needed to pee.
One show ended, and the next began playing Bolero. Parkha continued to shift and shuffle in her seat. Sometimes her legs would cross tight, other times her legs would come back parallel and bounce on her toes, occasionally losing sync to rub her thighs. Though not visible, she could feel a bulge pushing out at the belt line of her trousers. The pressure was getting quite high when a surge shot though her sphincter towards her panties, squirting a small amount of pee. Parkha thrusted her hands between her legs and grabbed her crotch, pressing hard. The movement caused her to squirt again, but she was able to hold. She moaned and whimpered to herself, seeing as she was already starting to leak not even half way through the show. She was also becoming upset with herself that she was missing out on the show because of a full bladder.
The show pushed on with Holst's Planets, and Parka brought her feet up onto the chair. Her knees hugged her chest, and her feet were pulled to her butt to alternate heels pressing into her groin. When it looked like someone noticed her desperation she blushed in embarrassment, but felt too desperate to change her posture. Her lips pursed, and her eyes were getting wetter from focus. Another surge rushed past her sphincter as she squirted again into her panties, causing her whole body to cringe and contract, her heels and hands both pressing harder on her groin. A significant wet spot was forming on her panties, and it was growing uncomfortably cold down there. She whimpered to herself, Why was I the only one who wasn't allowed to pee!? Her knees shuddered, rubbing briskly together, and her thighs and butt tightened. Her knees bobbed up and down, crossing paths with each to alternate pressing thighs against her groin.
Another surge, and another squirt shot through. She grabbed tight to hold, but noticed that even the outside of her trousers were starting to get damp on the crotch. Thankfully, black hides wet spots pretty well, but her situation was still getting dire, and no amount of black would hide the full flood she was holding back. I shouldn't have drank those pops, I'm such a moron, she thought, but quickly changed her mind to accept that she was entitled to the drinks because the building should not have only one bathroom. Smaller surges pulsed through her sphincter, and though not causing a squirt, individual droplets of pee were leaking, like water droplets through a crack in a glass. Since her feet were up, her crotch was above her butt, which meant the droplets were slowly flowing around to the back of her panties. Parkha whimpered as she squeezed tighter and tighter, with no end in sight. Droplets continued slipping through, leaking through the fabric to dampen her trousers. She was even starting to feel a slight dampness on the seat itself.
Eel Creek's turn was approaching, and all the students got up to get ready for their show. Parkha, unable to move was stuck to her chair. Any movement could mean worse than a small squirt. Tamar stayed behind and found Parha as a bundle of limbs on a seat.
"Christ! Are you ok!?" she exclaimed, concerned for her friend.
Her legs tied around her grasping hands, Parkha whimpered, "I-I have to go so bad!"
Tamar responded, "Let's sneak into the men's room! I'll stand guard!" Parkha shook her head. She was too shy.
Though greatly concerned, Tamar felt insulted by her friend's lack of trust in her, but accepted Parkha's feelings. Parkha however was not making it easy for Tamar to be helpful, so now all she could do now was help her out of the chair and to the backstage. Tamar stuck out a hand, which Parkha grabbed to try and hoist herself up. As she pulled, the motion shot another larger squirt into her panties. She stood up and grabbed her crotch, the wet spot much bigger this time. Tamar walked by Parkha's side as she made her way to the back of the auditorium. She tried to keep her hands away from her crotch, but they were extended straight and stiff by her side, and her thighs stayed tight together as she walked, causing her to waddle. With each step she too, she squirted slightly. Single drops were flowing through her panties and down her legs under her trousers to her loafers. A bigger surge shot through which caused her to stop and shoot her hands to her crotch for a grab. Her thighs were wet as multiple droplets flowed down, and drops seeped through the crotch of her trousers, falling to the tile floor. Parkha continued walking but as she looked down she saw the trail little pee drops she was leaving behind. And she still had at least two more hours before she was at home.
When Parkha finally made it behind her xylophone, her legs were shaking. Her knees profusely shook back and forth, and her feet tap-danced as she bobbed and bounced on her toes. She was no longer the queen of the xylophone, as other percussionists caught notice of her desperation.
"Parks, you look like you're about to piss yourself," joked one of the drummers, thinking she was bouncing in excitement.
Both angry and mortified, Parkha scorned quietly, "Shut up! I didn't get a chance to go!", causing the drummer to shut their mouth and turn away as the truth let out. Her cheeks flushed red as she realized she had just openly admitted to being desperate, something she'd only be comfortable sharing with around her best friend. As the show was about to start, she pursed her lips and pulled her hands away from her crotch to grab her mallets, which caused her to squirt a couple times again in succession. She whimpered, her lips quivering like a seismograph. Her thighs squeezed together and successfully held, but now the real challenge was starting: holding without hands. Her mallets were prepped to play, but her feet continued to dance, and her legs kept twisting like a pretzel.
The movement began, and she started to play. Her erratic movements to hold her pee were making it difficult to keep beat, which she would normally do by tapping her heel. She was able to stay synchronized with the rest of the orchestra, but holding with her thighs was definitely harder than holding with her hands. While she was able to prevent her dam from bursting she was still steadily leaking. Drops of pee seeped through her trousers as Parka nervously watched droplets hit the stage floor under the xylophone. The wet spot on her crotch was growing, and growing more noticeable as it stood out against her black trousers as the only spot that wasn't dry enough to catch dust and lint. She lifted one leg slightly, twisting her hip to try and press her groin with her thigh while alternating legs every few seconds. She also longed for a fresh pair of panties as her currently soaked pair itched and chafed.
A short intermission arrived to give Mrs. Suzuki time to explain the history of the song to the audience. Parkha set her mallets on the instrument and rocketed her hands between her crossed legs to grab her crotch, squeezing her thighs, grinding her hands on her groin, and pressing one foot on the other. When she saw that little pools had formed under her, she extended one leg to wipe them away with her shoe, but new puddles formed as pee continued to leak through her pants. By now it was no longer a question of "if" Parkha would burst, it was "when". Coming to this conclusion caused tears to form in her eyes, as she prayed for any miracle that would save her from flooding her trousers on stage. Since the xylophone was position in the center at the back of the orchestra, she couldn't slink behind a curtain to hide her desperate movements, so she was certain some in the audience were catching notice of her.
Next came the second movement. Parkha carefully removed her hands from her crotch, causing a surge of pee to shoot through before being caught by her squeezing thighs. She wiped down her palms on her trousers, picked up her mallets, and continued playing, her legs twisting and rubbing. Her bladder was beyond full now, and a constant barrage of surges through her abdomen caused her to squirt every few seconds. Rivulets of pee flowed down her legs, collecting in her shoes. Twisting and rubbing her thighs caused her panties to keep bunching up, causing her to occasionally reach down and pluck at the crotch of her panties to straighten them every time she wasn't playing. Unfortunately this meant separating her legs slightly, which consistently caused her to squirt another rush of pee each time. Parkha couldn't imagine why after so much leaking her bladder was still beyond its limit, suspecting it was filling up faster than it was leaking out. When she wasn't watching the keys, she occasionally looked around to see if anyone was staring directly at her. She couldn't tell from the audience, but at least her classmates were too focused on their music. She was also lucky that the stage lighting created shadows that partially hid her leaking.
A long and agonizing movement finishing initiated another break for exposition from Mrs. Suzuki, with one more movement to go. Parkha softly threw the mallets on the xylophone and grabbed her crotch, stumbling around as her legs knotted. The drummer who had joked about her situation came up to her, this time more seriously.
"Hey Parks, are you ok?" she asked, now noticing how dire the situation was.
Parkha turned to her with a face blushing blood red and a minor weep. She whimpered, "I have to go so bad, but I won't be able to make it!" There was nothing the drummer could do to help but reassure her that she wouldn't think any less of her if she had an accident. This made Parkha feel negligibly better since she felt having an accident was mortifying regardless of how supportive and sympathetic the bystanders were. She turned back to her little bubble of desperation as the drummer returned to her instrument. Parkhas hands rubbed her groin, her knees joined together, and her thigh tightened as another surge pushed out a big spurt of pee, filling her panties and seeping out to gravity.
Now came the final movement. Parkha wasn't confident, but if she could just hold for one more movement, and a car ride, she could find sweat release over a toilet bowl. Just the thought of this hope caused her to squirt. She once again removed her hands from her crotch to pick up the mallets and begin playing. However as the last movement progressed, Parkha just couldn't focus on the music. The surges through her bladder were so great she was constantly interrupted to grab and hold her crotch. Only because she knew the song well enough could she easily pick the harmony back up. Then, half way through, the biggest surge came through her bladder. Not a squirt, not a spurt, this time a whole jet shot out into her panties. She instantly grabbed her crotch and squeezed her muscles as tight as possible, feeling two pulses jet out before she successfully closed the stream. The escaped stream drizzled through her trousers to the floor, and flowed down her legs into her shoes. Another pulse tried to shoot through her muscles, managing to find a way to leak out at high pressure. Parkha was starting to fatigue as she moaned and whimpered to hold for just a little longer.
The final movement was almost over, and Parkha was no longer participating. She was just too desperate, and couldn't remove her hands from her groin. The thought that anybody in the audience could easily notice this made her cry quietly. She prayed, God, just half an hour longer, please! I'll do anything! She twisted and turned, bounced and bobbed, as her hands ground and pushed into her groin. The surges of pee were getting stronger, penetrating her defenses of tight muscles, each pulse ignoring every ounce of pressure she applied. She was so exhausted, her body urging her to relax and let it all out. Then, at the last measure, she finally fully burst. A consistent and high pressure stream ignored her tight thighs and clenched hands, and completely filled her panties, and then penetrating through her trousers. The audience stood to applaud after the last note, but then the sound of clapping was replaced by a waterfall hitting a wooden floor. Everyone in the auditorium was turned towards Parkha, staring.
Parkha's entire face turned painted red, as her hands pulled the bottom of her headscarf over her face to hide her embarrassment. She was bent over, a torrent of pee pouring onto the floor, her shoes overflowed. It was forty five seconds of terror for Parkha as the torrent continued at high pressure, her body thanking her as the massaging stream and emptying bladder gave her unimaginable relief, but now she was a living fountain in front of an audience of over two hundred people. The sounds of hushed whispers, pitying comments, and subdued laughs swept the auditorium. Her whimper turned into a cry as two drummers grabbed her and pulled her behind the curtain away from the prying eyes of the audience.
"Are you ok!?" asked one of the drummers, the other embracing Parkha with one hand on her back and the other on her shoulder.
Parkha cried, "I-I couldn't hold it. I've been bursting to go for two hours! They closed the bathroom before I had a chance to go!"
As she started to bawl, the drummers grabbed her in a hug, telling her to calm down. Her crying quickly died back to a whimper as one drummer reassured her, "hey, it's ok, these things sometimes happen!" All the drummers gave her their sympathy.
Parkha hid behind the curtain as she waited for the show to be completely over. She blushed as Mrs. Suzuki gave her closing statements, apologizing for an "abrupt and unusual incident" that happened at the end of the show before returning to the topic of music. When it was all over and people began leaving, Parkha entered the stage with a towel in hand to wipe her own mess. Someone else cleaning her mess was just as embarrassing as making the mess in the first place, something she wished to avoid. After disinfecting the last spot, the drummers approached her and told her to head home early as the rest packed up the percussion instruments. It was an uneasy walk through the lobby to the parking lot, both still crowded, as Parkha tugged the bottom of her blouse down over her crotch to the obvious remains of her accident on her trousers. She briskly walked to the car, and wasted no time starting the engine to go home.
Her drive home was filled with anxiety and thoughts on how to avoid a very awkward conversation with her mother, hoping she was still at work. She prayed that gossip wouldn't reach her. Parkha drove her car into the garage, noticing her mothers car parked in the next spot. She closed the garage and entered the house, holding her blouse down over her crotch. Her mother was in the kitchen, the countertop set up with ice cream, bowls, and cutlery.
"Hey, sweetie, did you have fun?" she exclaimed.
Parkha, trying to dodge the encounter, quickly let out an "It was great, Mom," before trying to rush to her room.
Her mother called out, "Where are you going? I got ice cream here to eat-." She was interrupted when she saw Parkhas wet trousers, asking concernedly, "Oh dear, what happen? Why are your pants soaked?"
Parkha stared awkwardly at her mother, trying to think of something. Her face sank, and her cheeks blushed, and she replied, "I peed myself," seeing no point in lying. Her mother closed in for a hug.
"Well, I have ice cream for you here. You go shower and then you can feel better tonight."
Nodding, Parkha returned to her room, shutting the door. With her wet clothes getting too itchy, she undressed down to her nude. Her panties were completely soaked, and she wringed them over her shower. Her wet trousers were thrown in the laundry hamper, and she entered the shower for a high-temperature cleanup, trying to bring up thoughts that would distract her from this embarrassing night. |
Emily threw her bag into the car, then walked to the driver's seat. She hopped in and started the engine, a smile on her face. Emily was going on a skiing trip with her two friends Summer and Natalie. They had been friends for over three years, ever since they started college, and met at a party. This winter, they had all decided to do something fun together over break. A ski trip seemed like the perfect option. There was a resort located only an hour's drive from where the three girls went to school. They had all decided to take their own cars, and meet each other at the resort. They would stay there for three days before driving back. Emily looked at the digital clock on the dashboard of her car and realized that if she didn't leave soon she would be late. She pulled out onto the street and began the drive, smile still lingering on her face.
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Emily pulled into the parking lot of the ski resort at around 1:00 pm. She got out of the car and scanned the lot, looking for her friends. After a brief moment of searching, she was able to locate the two girls chatting to one another near the resort's entrance. Emily walked over to the two. As soon as Summer and Natalie saw their friend they hurried over.
"Hey!" said Natalie. "You're just in time. The resort is just about to open". Natalie was of average height and build with raven black hair and a beautiful smile. She was dressed in grey snow pants, with a black coat over top.
"Come on! Let's reserve our rooms and then we can head out" said Summer looking longingly at the slopes. She was the one who had encouraged the others to come. Summer had been skiing since she was little, and wanted to share the fun with her friends. Summer's wavy auburn hair fluttered in the breeze. She was gorgeous, admired by all the guys on campus for her charming eyes and perfect body. She wasn't as tall as Emily, only coming up to her chin. Emily was pretty tall in general, and her height combined with hard facial features were quite intimidating. All three women were very attractive and even standing in the parking lot, they were drawing a few glances from people walking past.
The three made plans to get settled in their rooms and then meet in the hotel lobby and hit the slopes in an hour. They parted for the time being, heading into the hotel. They were all looking forward to the trip, but none of them knew how interesting it would really get.\
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Summer took a deep breather of the cold air and grinned. She lowered to ski almost more than anything. She had even gotten used to the cold after a while. She stood at the bottom of a slope waiting for her friends to come down. They had been skiing for a little over two hours, but Summer was far from tired. After a moment, Emily and Natalie joined Summer at the bottom. They all were exhilarated, smiles stuck to their faces. The cold air didn't seem to bother anyone anymore. They had gotten used to the temperature and terrain, and were just having fun. Summer was dressed in a pink winter coat and black fleece leggings. Natalie was still wearing her coat and snow pants from earlier, and Emily had gotten into a black and pink insulated jumpsuit.
After a short discussion the girls picked a new hill and took off in that direction, racing each other to the top. Summer got onto the chair lift first and laughed as she started to ascend. About half way up the lift, she turned her attention to an issue that had been bugging her for a while. Now that she was alone in the lift, she moved a hand in between her legs. It wasn't the first time Summer had needed to pee while skiing. That didn't make it any less annoying. She had just started to feel the first signs of her need, so she still had some time until she needed to go. Plus, she was having so much fun! Why stop now? If it gets bad, I'll just take a break and duck into the lodge to go there. No problem she thought. Summer focused her attention on the lift as it neared the top of the hill. Taking her hand out from between her legs, she grabbed her ski poles and got ready to drop onto the snow underneath, determined to enjoy herself for a s long as possible.
Emily watched Summer intently. They were standing at the bottom of a hill, waiting for Natalie who had been the last to get to the top. The girls had been skiing for over four hours now, and the sky was beginning to darken. As Emily watched, Summer shifted from foot to foot, jiggling up and down. It was almost as if she was doing it unconsciously Emily was able to quickly work out that the girl needed to pee. It was glaringly obvious. Emily didn't blame her. They had been skiing for a while, and Emily was feeling the urge to go as well. She hadn't used the bathroom since before she left the house. Now that she was thinking about it, Emily did really need to pee. She bit her lip. She would like to go to the bathroom as soon as possible, but knew that the other girls would want to stay out as long as possible. It's okay. I can wait a little longer, she thought. Natalie glided down the slope stoping next to Summer and Emily. They quickly decided that they would do one more hill before calling it a day. See? only one more hill. I'll be fine.
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Summer was panicking. She had let herself get carried away, and now she was paying the price. She was desperate for a bathroom break, but there was one thing standing in her way. The chair lift that she was on with the other girls was stuck. She was suspended twenty feet in the air, half way up the hill. The bright side was that she was in a chair by herself, allowing her to shove both hands in her crotch in an attempt to lighten the burden on her bladder. They had been stuck for almost half an hour. There was nothing Summer could do. She just had to hold on and pray that the lift started to move soon.
As it happened, Summer wasn't the only one in trouble. Both Emily and Natalie were in a similar predicament. Emily was much worse off, but both girls were still desperate. They were also in chairs by themselves, allowing at least a little bit of relief. But how long could they last? The answer was not long. All three girls were stuck in the cold air, and the only thing they could do was wait.
Fortunately, after only five more minutes of waiting, the lift began to move. Natalie breathed a sigh of relief. She could still probably make it to a toilet in time. She had to go the least out of the three girls, and knew that if everything went smoothly from here on out, she would be fine. Summer and Emily were not do lucky. Both girls were on the verge of an accident. Summer was able to shuffle off the chair lift, hands tucked between legs. At this point she didn't really care who saw. Looking to her right she sighed. The hill was a big one. The girls had picked it to be a finale of sorts, choosing the biggest and vest hill they could find.
Well the fastest way is down Summer thought. Steeling herself, she pulled her hands from between her legs. She grimaced as she felt a drop of pee hit the lining of her panties. She had to focus. The quickest way to find relief would be to ski down the hill. Summer breathed in deep, and after another moment, started down the hill.
Emily saw Summer shoot down the hill, and wondered how bad her need would be if Emily was desperate herself. She looked down the hill and came to the same conclusion as Summer. The only way was down. But she decided on a different approach. She knew that one mistake could mean disaster, both for her and her pants. Emily decided that she would work her way down the hill slowly in order to avoid any potential crashes. Grimacing to herself, Emily started to ski.
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Summer flew down the hill. Her instincts kicked in and she even started to smile. No matter how bad she had to pee, skiing was still fun. Unfortunately, there was no way for her to hold her bladder, and ski at the same time. As a result, Summer thought she could feel a small leak hit the inside of her panties, though there was no way to tell for sure. Even so, things were looking up. Summer was in her element, cruising across the snow. She was beginning to think she might just make it without fully peeing herself. She even started to smile. That was when everything went wrong.
She hit a bump in the snow and went flying. She careened to the side, skidding to the edge of the slope. There Summer toppled collapsing in a heap on the snow. Her skies fell off and she sat up dazed. She didn't feel injured, but she would probable have some nasty bruises in the morning. At least I'm warm she thought. Wait a minute. Why am I warm?. Summer looked down and came to a horrible realization. She was peeing. In her pants!!!. Summer's mouth dropped open in shock as her bladder emptied itself. Blissfully warm liquid ran out from between her legs. Her butt was soaked along with the inside and bottom of her thighs. A hisssssss sound was audible as the piss left her body rushing into her clothes. A yellow circle of snow was expanding out from under her. The fleece of her leggings absorbed a good portion of the liquid, but there was still enough to color the ground. The stream gently tapered off, and Summer stood up. Thankfully her black leggings hid most of the evidence of an accident. Summer grabbed her poles, and put her skies back on moving purely based on instinct. She started down the hill again, heading to her room where, she could get cleaned up, and go to bed.
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Emily carefully made her way down the hill. She was moving at a snail's pace in order to focus on maintaining her footing, and her hold on her bladder. She had leaked a few time already, and was closing in on a full scale accident. I'm going to slow she thought. I'm not gonna make it! Emily looked around desperately for anything that would help her avoid her incoming fate. There! A small stand of pine trees separated the slope Emily was on from one on the other side. It would provide just enough cover for her to squat. Still moving slowly, Emily cut diagonally to her left, heading for a particularly dense patch.
As she arrived in the trees, her need was reaching its peak. She only had seconds to get her clothes off before she soaked them. Emily struggle with her skies, finally getting them off after what felt like an eternity. She sprinted to the cover of a tall pine, but half way there she froze in her tracks. It was too late. The hold that she had on her bladder failed and Emily began to wet herself. Pee poured out of her body instantly breaking through her panties. Then, it contacted the lining of her jumpsuit, and poured down her legs. Emily valiantly tried to regain control of her bodily functions, but to no avail. The torrent of urine continued to flow, slinking into her ski boots. A stream fell from directly between her legs, darkening the snow below her. The insulation of her jumpsuit wasn't enough to hold back the river, and a dark stain began to form on the pink outer. The stain started at her crotch and slowly wound down stopping midway on Emily's calves. The black portions of the suit hid the accident well, but there were enough pink areas to still show her accident. After what seemed like an eternity, Emily stopped peeing, and sighed. She felt exhausted, as if she had just run a marathon. Wearily, she slid her feet into her skies, grimacing at the wet material of her jumpsuit rubbing on her already soaked legs. She began her trek down the slope, hoping no one would notice her accident.
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Natalie had made a big mistake. She had waited at the bottom of the hill for her friends for over 15 minutes before realizing they had already gone ahead to the hotel. Now she was in trouble. that fifteen minutes had been costly on her bladder, and as she hobbled back into the hotel, she was feeling the effects. Natalie was forced to wait for an elevator that would take her up to her room on the fifth floor. She couldn't help but bend nearly double, hands between legs. She was sure he must have looked weird to any one watching, but she didn't care. The only thing on her mind was not wetting herself.
Finally the elevator arrived, and Natalie hopped in. A short time later, she was stumbling into her room. She burst into the room, running for the toilet. Natalie pushed the door open and sighed in relief. The toilet was right before her, looking as inviting as a throne in her current state. As if sensing that relief was near, her bladder spasmed sending a jet of pee into her underwear. Panicking Natalie reached for the clasp on her snow pants. She fiddled with the clasp, all the while squirming around like a fish out of water. It only took a few seconds to realize the problem. The button was stuck. No, no, no, no ,no! Natalie thought. This can't be happening! She continued to work at the clasp, legs scissoring in an attempt to contain the ocean in her bladder. Periodically she was forced to move her hands back into her crotch to stop from pissing her pants. The struggle continued for a minute before Natalie's time was up. She whimpered as she lost control for good.
Pee exploded form her womanhood, her bladder muscles failing. Her underwear was ruined almost immediately. The layer above that was a pair of leggings that she had worn for extra protection from the cold. They were also quickly soaked, as piss poured all over Natalie's lower body, covering her legs. Her snow pants fortunately weren't as easily breached, and they contained the pee from spilling onto the floor, Unfortunately, that meant that it stayed surrounding Natalie's legs, and it continued to work its way across her thighs, calves, and even moving onto her butt. A stream of pee found its way down past her ankles, spreading into two distinct puddles on the floor. As the stream died down, Natalie was finally able to loosen the button on her snow pants. She pulled them off and looked down to inspect the damage. It wasn't good. Her leggings, which were white, were completely soaked. They had turned grey almost back to front. Natalie slipped out of her sodden clothing and stepped directly into the shower. She washed a way the urine coating her body, then cleaned up the bathroom floor. I can't believe this she thought. I just wet my pants. What would the others think if they saw me like this? |
“Bianca! Pay attention! I said these were for table 22.”
Bianca picked up the plates and made her way to table 22, smiling as she handed over the meals.
‘Enjoy your meals’ she said behind her mask as she curtseyed forward. It wasn’t that she didn’t want them to actually enjoy their meals, or that she didn’t want to be working the last night before lockdown, it was just that she kept walking past the toilets and the sign was taunting her. Heading past them yet again she was heading back to the kitchen when Matteo called her.
“Bianca will show you to table 31 just now. Thank you.”
Bianca took the couple and their child to the table and dutifully asked if they required a high chair. They did so she made her way towards the back of the restaurant and pulled one out, crossing her legs as she did so. She could really do with a quick break but the restaurant was fully booked with last minute changes, early Christmas family gatherings and locals wanting to make the most of the night before another lockdown. Taking the high chair to table 31 she opened it, wiped it over, then brushed down her pinafore.
‘Can we order some drinks please?’
Bianca moved subtly from foot to foot as she listed the drinks required before heading to the small bar with the orders.
Handing the slip over her cousin Antonio sighed. ‘It’s just two cokes Bianca. You couldn’t just come get them out the fridge and pour them could you? I’m run off my feet here!’
Biting her lip Bianca went behind the counter and bend down to the fridge for two cans. Wether it was the bending down, or the cold air from the fridge, or the combination, she wasn't sure but she couldn’t stand still as her need for a few moments break suddenly intensified. Jiggling about on the spot she closed the fridge and placed the cans and two glasses on a tray.
‘Antonio I’ll be right back! I need to do something urgently!’
Continuing to pour other drinks out Bianca’s cousin looked at her suspiciously. ‘What’s the matter? Can you not pour out a couple of cans?’
‘I’ll be right back! Promise! I just...’
Bianca couldn’t bring herself to say what was wrong as she tensed everything inside her body to try and hold on. She’d only be a moment as she tried to get past Antonio, his body blocking the only exit from the bar.
‘Can’t you see how busy we are? Take the drinks over then go wherever you need to. Dad will kill you if you go for a smoke now though!’
Grimacing and flustered Bianca pulled the ring pull of the cans and made to open the bar to leave. Antonio took a step aside before bending down to whisper, ‘you forgot the ice!’
Sighing Bianca scooped a few ice cubes into the glasses then picked up the tray.
Walking to the table holding the tray Bianca struggled but she was determined not to disgrace herself. Putting on a professional front she gently placed the drinks on table 31 and was about to drop the tray at the bar and rush to where she really needed to go when a voice interrupted her.
‘Thank you. May we order now? We already know what we would like thanks.’
Pulling the small pad from her apron pocket with a small pen attached Bianca pressed her thighs together tightly as she wrote down what the couple wanted from the menu. Frustratingly they wanted starters as well as a main course which just added to Bianca’s ongoing struggle. Smiling professionally she read back the order before walking briskly to the kitchen to hand it in.
Unable to stand still now Bianca felt she had no choice but to rush towards the toilets desperately trying to hang on for just a minute longer.
‘Where are you going Bee? Could you take the contact details for these customers please for track and trace and then show them to their table? You know we have to close at 6 sweetheart and until then we need to all work together.’
Bianca looked at her dad with silent pleading eyes. Of course she knew they had to close at six but that was two hours away and all she needed was to pop into the bathroom quick! There was no way she could wait until 6, she could hardly wait another few minutes never mind two hours! But the thought of telling her dad that in front of strangers was far too embarrassing, so reluctantly she guided the three adults over to a desk to record their details for the government.
Bouncing on her feet and swaying from side to side Bianca learned over the table, pen in hand and asked for a name and number for the register. As she wrote the details she felt an incredible pressure and tension and against her will she found herself squirming and moving in a way that must have made her predicament obvious. She couldn’t concentrate and she had now forgotten the phone number the customer had just said. Red faced and incredibly flustered she looked up as her eyes met with a young man in the group as she whispered, ‘sorry what was your number again?’
While the others in the group seemed to chat among themselves, seemingly unaware of how stressed Bianca now was, the young man got closer despite social distancing rules and slowly repeated his number. Still moving her lower body constantly and having to stop between each number to tense her body and concentrate, Bianca slowly finished writing the mobile number as her eyes once again caught up with the intense deep green eyes of the stranger right in front of her as if they could both see right through each other.
Checking the reservation book Bianca was about to stand upright when a strong pressure hit again and she momentarily closed her eyes and tensed her entire face. As she reopened her eyes she looked right into the same eyes again as his voice whispered against a sea of music and chatter.
‘You couldn’t show me where your bathrooms are please? I would appreciate that very much.’
Breathing deeply and flushed red Bianca whispered back.
‘That would be my honour. I’ll just show you to the table then take you in person...if you don’t mind.’
‘No. I think that would be best for us both don’t you?’
‘Y...yes. Follow me sir.’
Bianca walked briskly and awkwardly towards the corner where the family had a reserved table as she clasped her hands in front of her body awkwardly as she waited for them to sit. As the others sat down, still talking, the younger male winked at Bianca as her face flushed once again.
Bianca wanted to cry at how urgently she needed to pee now. The thought that she was finally heading in the right direction and that she had a valid reason to be doing so because she was directing a customer to the facilities only served to intensify how full her bladder was and how urgent the situation was. Just seeing the sign for the toilets almost became her undoing as she marched sharply in the direction of relief. Glancing back to make sure the customer was still behind her, Bianca felt suddenly self conscious recalling how obvious it must have been to him that she was extremely bursting. Trying not to think about it she just longed to finally get to sit down, relax and get the release she craved.
Pausing at the door with the toilets sign on for a few seconds Bianca hesitated just enough to allow the customer to catch up. Pushing the door open she knew she had just seconds to spare before her bladder burst but in the quiet small corridor with three doors now facing her for ladies, gents and disabled/baby change she couldn’t help but pause as she watched the male customer, whose eyes captivated her, walk through too.
About to push the ladies door open with her legs crossed and her body throbbing Bianca was taken aback as an arm grabbed hers and pulled her into the single disabled cubicle as the door silently locked behind them. Her heart pounding Bianca danced on the spot frantically already feeling her body was about to burst.
‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s just...’
Before Bianca could protest she found her whole body lightly pressed against the door they had just walked through as the deep green eyes once again penetrated hers and enticing, sexy lips caressed hers. Adrenaline soared through Bianca’s body but still she pulled away.
‘Really sorry but I really HAVE to pee!’
Pushing past the stranger Bianca raced towards the toilet pulling her tights and underwear down urgently while simultaneously hitching her skirt up. Hovering over the toilet she struggled to stay composed as warm liquid poured from between her legs as the stranger gasped and stared at her exposed vagina as she released a strong and urgent flow.
Laughing in sheer relief, forgetting she had no idea who the strange man was in the bathroom with her who had just kissed her, Bianca lost herself in the utter relief of letting go.
‘Phew! You have no idea how much I needed that! I thought I’d never get to go! I very nearly pissed myself I was that desperate. Sorry! Were you needing to go too?’
‘I was but not now. God that has to have been the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed my whole life!’
Suddenly overcome with embarrassment and shock Bianca cleaned and tidied herself up quickly and washed her hands as the stranger remained staring openly at her.
‘I had better get back to work. I’ll come get your order shortly.’
Shaking his head as if coming back to reality the man watched as Bianca unlocked the bathroom door and went to leave.
‘Please do. I’ll be waiting.’ |
Cassie wiped down the leather chair yet again and waved the older gent over. She didn’t recognise him, but then again many of today’s customers were not regulars. She gently tied the black apron around his neck anyway.
‘What can I do for you today sir?’
‘Just a short and smart tidy up please. The Mrs sent me to get it down before you all close again.’
Cassie smiled, combed the loose brown hair in front of her and sprayed it with water. Feeling the water and watching it spray made her mind immediately turn to her body’s desire, but there wasn’t time for that now, not with a queue away round the corner and an enforced closure of 6pm looming. Trying not to think about it she cut and shaved and dried the hair on autopilot.
‘That’s 8 pounds please.’
Ringing the till up Cassie could feel her body twinging again. She was used to having to put things off; lunch breaks, longed for cups of coffee and rests for her weary legs, but today was something else. Despite barbering for 6 years she had never seen such a demand for haircuts in her whole career. There was pre-Christmas and then there was lockdown two deadline, pre-Christmas, and dreading-another-home-haircut-after-last-time rush combined. It was almost as if they were giving haircuts away for free! Coming back to reality she gave the older man his change, wiped the seat down once again and called over another customer.
‘Would you like me to make you a coffee before I go?’
Cassie could just about make out what Bella was saying over the sound of the electric razor in her hand.
‘Yes please. Oh and I think we’ll need to stop the queue. I can’t see us getting through half of this lot before 6.’
Glancing at her watch she sighed.
‘I reckon I’ll manage another 5 at most. With you finishing at 5:30 I reckon you might get 4 at most. Before I do this one I’ll go count and tell the rest that unfortunately we won’t manage to get to them tonight. This is crap turning away business though!’
‘I know!’
Cassie apologised to the young man who had just sat down and told him she’d be right back. Heading out the door she counted the first 8 customers in the queue and then looked up. The familiar eyes met hers and despite being cold, stressed and needing the loo Cassie smiled at the Asian man who happened to be the ninth in the queue.
‘It’s your lucky day Aran. You are the last person we will be able to fit in tonight.’
Turning to the long queue behind him Cassie apologised loudly saying that as they had to close by 6 due to lockdown they would unfortunately not be able to fit any more customers in. She heard Aran’s familiar voice saying something as she did but couldn’t make it out fully. As more and more men sighed and walked away she smiled up at Aran, one of her favourite regulars and spoke.
‘Sorry I never caught what you said. I better get in quick because I have someone waiting. Gosh it’s cold isn’t it?’
Hoping Aran, and anyone else who might see her, would assume her moving around a lot was due to the cold and not in reality due to not having had a break even to pee all day, she made her way back inside as she heard Aran repeat what she had missed.
‘I just said it’s always my lucky day when I get my hair cut by you.’
Cassie turned and smiled as she called back,
‘If anyone tries to join the queue will you say we are closed and you are the last one. Thanks!’
The cold air had certainly accelerated Cassie’s need and while she combed, cut, styled and gelled the younger man’s hair in front of her she had to move more than she normally would to keep things at bay. Ironically at the same time the coffee that Bella had just made looked and smelt amazing and Cassie sipped it lovingly as the customer brushed down his clothes and paid.
Cassie continued the routine of wiping down the chair, calling the next customer and cutting, spraying, shaving, styling, and even at times curling and drying, all the while drinking her delicious coffee and jigging around longing to finish for the day and visit the bathroom. Bella continued working too and by 5:30 she took her final payment, took her apron off and nodded to Cassie as she left. Cassie always did the last half hour alone as Bella had always said she had to finish at 5:30 to get to the childminder before she closed. She was a fabulous business partner and she did the first half hour of the morning alone so it worked well. Noticing that Aran was now finally inside waiting she called to Bella as she left.
‘Turn the sign to closed would you on your way out. Oh and just lock the door so no-one else comes in. I’ve just got these two and then I’m done.’
Bella did as asked and Cassie smiled over to Aran as she combed the mop of blond hair in front of her.
‘Right. What would you like done today?’
‘Can you do zig zags and that?’
Crossing her legs behind the client Cassie tapped her hands on the back of the seat impatiently. Her bladder felt heavy and full and between her legs tingled like crazy, but still she smiled politely.
‘If that’s what you would like, yes. You thinking of keeping the length a bit on top and shaving the sides in?’
‘Yes and zig zags here and here.’
‘No problem’
Cassie danced around the chair combing and spraying water, unable to hide how much her body needed to urinate even if she tried. Standing still wasn’t possible and the very idea of having to shave neat zig zags horrified her right now. Still, she thought, the sooner I complete this and get Aran done the sooner I can pee!
Forgetting Aran was even there Cassie bounced around the client as she cut around his ears, along the sides and the back. Cutting the back, the chair and client preventing her movements being seen by the client in the large mirrors, Cassie couldn’t help but have a quick press of her crotch. Her black leggings allowed good access but once her hand had held herself, even briefly, the desire to hold herself there more intensified. The throbbing and pressure was so strong and powerful that Cassie felt she might burst any moment. Taking the small razor in hand she held her breath as the time to do the indents now arrived. Taking a step back at the side of the client, with her bottom facing Aran, she crossed her legs and leaned forward, one hand between her legs and the other holding the razor. As quickly as she could she cut one zig zag before bouncing around, fidgeting, and repeating the same on the other side. Doing a final once over trim then a spray she untied the apron and held it in front of herself as she stood back, her back right in front of Aran, as she used the cover to once again cross her legs and squirm.
‘That’ll be 12 pounds sir. Thanks.’
As she rung the till Cassie’s face flushed as she tried not to dance just for a few seconds. As she turned to let the customer out she was surprised to see Aran standing holding the door open.
‘I thought I would help.’
Cassie caught his eye, smiled, then bend a leg again as another urge hit.
‘The usual?’
‘How did you guess?’
Cassie pressed her thighs together as she sprayed the seat a final time before lockdown. She loved doing Arian’s hair usually. He suited the fade hairstyle greatly and he was always so flattering and grateful. Despite being quite a bit younger than she was he was one of her most loyal and regular customers and his thick dark hair was such a pleasure to work with. But tonight she desperately hoped he wouldn’t be fussy or chatty as she really needed to get finished up, and more importantly, she urgently needed to use the small toilet at the back office.
Spraying his hair with water Cassie fidgeted around.
‘You’ll have to excuse me tonight Aran. It’s been such a long day here. This lockdown nonsense has increased demand ten fold. I’m tired and I’ve not had a break all day!’
‘What not even for lunch?’
‘I grabbed a sandwich while working and I’ve managed...maybe three coffees I think. But it’s been so busy!’
‘I guessed that by the amount of folk you turned away. Crazy times eh!’
‘Definitely! I am meant to shut at 6. That’s me for God knows how long again...ohhh’
‘Ha! You’d better cut quick then! It’s four minutes to 6 would you believe!’
Very noticeable fidgeting and squirming, Cassie sighed.
‘Would you mind if I closed the blinds over just so I can’t be seen? Being right opposite the council headquarters I wouldn’t put it past someone to report me.’
Watching Cassie dance around and bend forward in the mirror as she closed the blinds Aran smiled and replied.
‘You do what you need to do. I don’t mind one bit!’
Cassie returned to the chair and began trimming Aran’s thick hair as she squirmed and sighed.
‘You ok there?’
‘Mmmm’
Overcome by yet another very strong urge Cassie bend forwards, crossed her legs and tried trimming around Aran’s ear, almost cutting it as she moved so much.
‘Oh. Sorry. I just need to be somewhere very very soon. That’s all.’
Trimming the back Cassie grabbed between her legs again, unaware Aran could see her reflection in the now drawn blinds. Moaning softly and marching on the spot her face flushed as she felt a dribble escape.
Turning to Aran’s other side she started trimming quickly around his other ear, her face close to the side of his. Hearing her moans even through her face mask Aran hoped the apron was hiding his body’s response.
‘Oh God! I can hardly bear this any longer!’
Instinctively Aran slid a hand from under his apron and gently touched Cassie’s knee.
‘If something’s the matter you know you can just say. It’s just the two of us here. I won’t tell anyone. Promise.’
Cassie squirmed, one hand rammed between her legs while both legs marched on the spot frantically. Red faced and frantic she looked Aran in the eyes.
‘I think I’m going to have an accident!’
Suddenly caught up in the moment Aran instinctively pulled Cassie closer sliding her legs over his knee as he guided her hand from her crotch and, mindful of the scissors in her other hand, gently guided her body until her crotch was pressing tightly on his thigh. Feeling her throbbing damp crotch through his joggers he wondered if she could feel his strong erection pushing towards her as it had been ever since he’d sat watching her earlier.
As if what was happening was perfectly natural Cassie tried her best to remain focussed on Aran’s hair. Pushing hard against his thigh, rubbing back and forth and side to side she ran her fingers through Aran’s hair as she pulled the scissors up and began trimming his fringe.
‘You really needed this cut Aran. I don’t think you could have waited.’
Aran couldn’t stop himself as he whispered seductively in Cassie’s ear.
‘And I think you really need to pee don’t you? I don’t think you can wait either can you?’
Rubbing faster and pressing harder whilst still attempting to trim more of the front of Aran’s hair Cassie became breathless when she suddenly froze.
Aran knew why as warm liquid sent shivers of sexual desire right through him as he felt his thigh moisten and run with urine. As liquid surged out of Cassie she immediately acted as if all was calm as she casually turned behind her, bending back so Aran could clearly hear and see her sodden crotch glisten as she continued oozing urine furiously. Picking up the razor Cassie carried on doing Aran’s hair while she peed all over his lap as Aran gently wrapped his arms around her.
Aran let her go as Cassie carefully shaved and styled Aran’s hair in her usual professional way, neither of them commenting on what had just happened, but Aran’s heart racing and his penis throbbing still. As she shaved the side where she had sat on his knee Cassie’s shoes splashed seductively in her own mess but she acted as if it wasn’t there, driving Aran crazy with desire.
Finally Cassie untied the apron from Aran’s neck, shook it down and spoke her first words since peeing all over him.
‘So...what do you think?’
‘I think...I have the best fucking barber in the world! Thank you!’
‘My pleasure.’
‘So what do I owe you this time?’
Looking at Aran’s drenched trouser leg and the twinkle in his eye, not to mention his very obvious erection and flushed face, Cassie winked.
‘I don’t think I can take payment now it’s after 6 do you?’
‘Oh probably not. I guess I’ll have to owe you then.’
Quietly Cassie giggled.
‘I’m sure we can think of something between us don’t you?’ |
This story is a commission from @Edward45, and it's going to be a pretty long one so strap in! It's a story set in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, a few months after upcoming movie Captain Marvel 2 (so it involves some guesswork as to what will happen in the MCU between now and then). That places it several years after the events of Avengers: Endgame. It also includes some characters who are in the comics but not the MCU, but we're going to imagine that they exist in this universe too and are just yet to be introduced on-screen. It will include both pee and poop scenes but also a lot of story. Oh, and also it's pretty likely that we'll be taking some creative liberties with a few details about some characters like sexuality and some powers. Enjoy!
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Episode One
Chapter One
The staff at Hammer Industries had never known anything like it. They came into work that morning to find that security had been boosted tenfold, as if the company had been bought out by a billionaire with trust issues. Every fire exit was locked and bolted. CCTV cameras were checked, double checked and connected to a backup monitor. Armed men stood at the gates, guarding them like gargoyles. Everyone in the building was on red alert, and so none of them noticed the dark-haired woman who walked straight through the front door.
Indeed, the receptionist, Daniel, barely glanced up from his computer screen as she walked in. She carried herself as though she belonged, dressed in the same smart-casual getup as every other miserable soul there, walking with purpose past the front desk and towards a pair of elevators at the back of the room. The left one was open, waiting, and she disappeared behind the sliding doors in seconds. By the time Daniel realised he should really check her ID if he wanted to keep his job, she was already gone.
Once inside, the woman pressed a button and took a look at herself in one of the mirrors that lined three walls of the lift. She couldn’t get used to her hair. To people who didn’t know her, she was sure it would look convincing enough, but to her eyes this near-black shade was just wrong. She only had a few seconds to contemplate it before the tiny piece in her ear crackled into life.
“How’s it going, Pepper?” came Nick Fury’s voice. As ever, if he was feeling nervous, his tone didn’t betray him.
“So far, so good,” she replied, adjusting her jacket in the mirror. “They’ve been expecting me. The place is crawling with security”.
He laughed. “I’m guessing that didn’t stop you”.
“I don’t think they even noticed me,” Pepper said, “they were probably expecting someone taller, with a little more penis”.
“Who said misogyny is never useful? Anyway, I’m here if you need me,” Nick told her.
“I’ll be in touch,” she said. The elevator ringed and the doors slid open. Pepper slipped out into an empty corridor, which ended in floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking New York City. There wasn’t likely to be many people on any of the floors; only essential staff were inside while the rest of the workforce were given the day off to celebrate the anniversary of the Blip. That had become customary across most of the world in the years since Bruce Banner- Professor Hulk, they called him now, but to Pepper he'd always be Bruce- had snapped half of the population back into existence. It was also why today had been the perfect day for Pepper to infiltrate Hammer Industries.
This was as high as the building went. There was no time to admire the view. Up here there was just one office, and it had been empty for a very long time. It stood at the end of the hall, the only room on this top floor other than one marked with a minimalist icon of a man- the universal symbol for a toilet. On the office door was a golden plaque that read
JUSTIN HAMMER
CEO
Pepper knew from Nick’s sources that this office had gone untouched since the last inhabitant had been incarcerated, but it still surprised her to see it there, gathering dust, waiting for the return of a man who might never be allowed back. She was less surprised to find the door locked. From her bag she extracted a small pick which dealt with that issue in seconds. She wanted to get this over with for two reasons: she was due to make a public appearance in an hour, and she had to pee.
In the years since her husband’s death, as she’d found herself getting more and more involved in field work, Pepper had found that the nerves that came with a mission were almost always accompanied by needing the bathroom more frequently. If she was lucky, it was just her bladder that acted up. Those nerves were one of the reasons why she’d initially resisted the offers of what she called Tony Work- the kinds of tasks she’d left to the superheroes and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents for a big chunk of her life. But after a while, she’d realised she missed them, and soon the temptation to was too much to resist. Breaking into offices like this one was her specialty. Nobody suspected an ordinary woman like Pepper.
Being ordinary meant she still had ordinary bathroom habits, though, so she was keen to hurry up. Pepper headed straight for the computer and was relived to hear it turn on when she pressed the button. While she waited for the thing to power up, she reached around in her bag for a second item- one that looked, at least at first glance, like a common memory stick. It was not a common memory stick.
Pepper plugged it in and let it do its thing. She gave a cursory glance to the progress bar that had appeared in the corner of the screen- three minutes needed, by estimation. That gave her enough time to satisfy the need that had been growing in her for the last half an hour. Careful not to close the door too loudly, she slipped out of the office and into the bathroom, which turned out to be a single room with a toilet, sink and mirror. She could only wonder how many times Hammer had peed in here. Not that it mattered; she only really cared about the pee she was about to unload. It was breaking all sorts of rules of undercover work, but Pepper was past the point of caring. Besides, if she wet her pants on the way back to the lobby she would obviously draw attention to herself, which was exactly what she had to avoid if the plan was to stand any chance of working.
So she lifted her skirt, pulled her underwear down just enough and took a seat. The relief was instantaneous and gorgeous. She closed her eyes to enjoy it, alone in the room with nothing but the sound of that forceful tinkling into the bowl. The ache in her bladder evaporated, replaced swiftly by a warm sensation of release. In her younger days she had been able to go long hours without needing the bathroom, a skill that had come in particularly handy with Tony keeping her so busy. Pregnancy had robbed her of some of that capacity, and these days she had to be more vigilant when undercover. This hadn’t been an emergency- at no point had she worried that she might not make it- but it still felt far better out than in.
When she was done, Pepper tore off a couple of squares of toilet paper and wiped. She couldn’t flush, though- the risk of leaving evidence was too great. Instead she scrunched up the damp paper and slid it into her bag to dispose of later. She felt ten pounds lighter.
By the time Pepper returned to the office, the memory stick was almost done. In her bag, her phone begun to buzz. Usually a spy would be mad to answer their mobile on a mission, but this was no ordinary phone. Tony had designed it specially, and it had worked flawlessly to this day, years after he was gone. She pulled it out and accepted the call.
“Mom, where are you?” came the exasperated voice of her eight-year-old daughter.
“Hi, sweetie,” she said, “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, okay?”
“The panel starts in an hour,” Morgan reminded her. Pepper was a little distracted- the device had finished copying and was undergoing the lighting-quick process of eliminating all traces that it had ever been plugged in. When it was done, she unplugged it and replaced it into her bag, taking care to shut down the computer properly.
“I’m just downtown,” Pepper said, technically not lying, “is everyone else there?”
“Yeah, everyone,” Morgan shot back, “except you. The literal Queen of Wakanda is here, mom, can you please just hurry up?”
“I’ll be right there. Love you”. Pepper hung up. She looked out the window over the deadlocked New York traffic, wondering how on earth she would get to the anniversary panel quickly enough. Thousands would be in the audience alone, with millions more watching at home. Being late wouldn’t do. Not for the first time, she found herself wishing her Rescue armour could come flying through the air to form around her like Tony’s suit had- not that she’d worn it in years.
I guess it’s the old-fashioned way for you, Pepper, she thought, closing the office door behind her and vanishing into the elevator at the end of the hall once more. |
Episode One
Chapter Two
Kamala Khan had only been out of the house for five minutes before she realised that she should’ve pooped before she left.
Her first mistake was oversleeping. That wasn’t exactly a unique experience for her. Over the years Kamala had lost count of the number of days she’d been late for classes or pissed off her parents by sleeping in too long. Usually it all worked out okay- one of the perks of being a superhero was that it was often easier to get around and she could often make up for lost time on the journey- but today she had to get over the Hudson and all the way across the city before mid-day to make the panel she’d been excited for for weeks. The one event she hadn’t missed over the last few years was the annual celebrations in New York City that marked the anniversary of the big Blip, and she wouldn’t miss it this year. There was no way she was passing up the chance to see her heroes in the flesh. Even after the time she’d spent with Carol Danvers earlier that year, from which she was still starstruck, there was a magical sense of mystique about being in the same room as her, Professor Hulk, Spider-Man, Shuri and countless other heroes of the battle of Earth. She wished sometimes that she’d been there herself- and wishing she’d been at a fight was not something Kamala did often.
But in the excitement she’d committed her other cardinal sin: forgetting to use the bathroom before leaving home. Kamala resented the fact that, at almost twenty years of age, excitement still made her need to go potty like she was some kid. But it was a fact of her life, and there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it. Today was no exception; she’d barely started the journey when the urge to take a poop hit. It was too late to turn back if she wanted to reach the venue in time. Her best option was to hold it in until she got there and then try and find a port-a-potty or something to unload in before the good stuff started. There had been plenty of port-a-potties available in previous years, but she’d never had to use one. No such luck this time.
So she gritted her teeth through the trip on the ferry boat, and as she made her way to the subway. She’d always had what she called ‘interesting’ bowels, which was her optimistic way of saying that they were unpredictable and often irritating. When she had to go, she had to go, usually not too long after first feeling it. Still, getting to the panel on time was even more important to her than getting to the bathroom on time, which wasn’t something she was too proud of. Even when the first fart slipped out as the train was approaching her stop she didn’t let it bother her too much. It had been a quiet one, and in a busy carriage nobody was likely to identify the culprit.
By that point she was approaching the realms of desperate. Her gut felt full and heavy, bringing with it now a sharp pain in her bladder. That was another frustrating fact she’d had to come to accept. Her theory was that a bloated belly put extra pressure on her bladder, making her have to pee even worse. And, for some reason she couldn’t understand, those stretchy powers that had gotten her so far didn’t seem to extend to the two things she needed to extend more than anything else.
When the subway finally stopped where she needed to be, Kamala emerged onto a packed platform and headed as fast as she could for a nearby flight of stairs. Almost everyone on her train seemed to be getting off here, probably for the same reason she was; the festivities every year on this day bought hundreds of thousands of people into the city. Luckily, her small stature helped Kamala to nip in front of the crowd, clenching her buttcheeks as much as was possible while she half-ran, half-walked. She had no doubt that if she’d been stuck near the back of the pack, she would likely not make it in time.
She practically flew through the ticket gates, emerging onto the street above just as the cramps in her stomach were getting to be too much. Kamala was very much aware that she played it far too fast and loose with her bathroom habits, but they were just that- habits, and old habits died hard. It would have been smarter had she returned home to poop as soon as she realised she had to go, or found somewhere along the way to empty herself properly. Nothing would convince her to risk being late for the panel, though.
In the end the risk paid off- just about. Approaching the outside of the venue, where she could already see what looked like at least a thousand people queuing to get in, she spotted a block of glorious blue cubicles in the same spot as usual. Kamala tended to avoid portable toilets where she could, but today they were a very welcome sight to her. Her desperate dump was crowning as she nipped into one and locked the door behind her, fumbled with her button… and got her panties down right on time. It exploded out of her with a force and a volume that turned her cheeks red. Seconds later, the pee inevitably followed, hissing against the hollow plastic. Kamala closed her eyes and thanked the heavens that she’d made it. An accident like this in her jeans would’ve been impossible to recover from, and any hope of attending the panel would’ve been gone.
She glanced at her phone. Ten minutes until the heroes were due on stage. All she had to do was get this mountainous mess out of her before then. She could only hope that it flushed.
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Episode One
Chapter Three
Pepper breezed past security and into the dressing room with ten minutes to spare. She’d only been backstage at the venue a few times, and only ever for this panel each year, but she wasn’t used to being one of the last ones to arrive. The door opened and suddenly everything rushed at her at once- there were a over half a dozen people in the room, all of whom had played a role in the battle that had killed her husband. Some of them were people she saw every week, some she hadn’t seen in a whole year. It was the closest she would ever come again to walking into a school reunion.
Nick Fury rose from his seat when Pepper entered, dressed as smart as always but in a far more civilian style.
“Cutting it fine, Miss Potts,” he said, shooting her a wink that nobody else could see.
“Sorry,” she said, “got caught up at work”. Over the years, Pepper had gotten very good at giving nothing away without actually lying.
Morgan was sitting in the corner, looking at her with a mixture of frustration and relief. She, like Nick, wasn’t a part of the panel. But other than she and Agent Fury, every person in the room had been there when Tony had died, and his daughter meant a lot to all of them. These were the people she could feel safe around- the closest thing to an extended family she had.
And then Peter was there, pulling her into a hug. She was always pleased to see him; losing Tony had bought them close together, and Morgan loved Spider-Man. He’d turned into a big-brother figure, which Pepper valued immensely. She scanned the room. It had been a small surprise when Morgan had mentioned the Princess of Wakanda, but Shuri was there, the first time she’d ever attended a panel, with Okoye by her side. T’Challa had come for the first few years, and Pepper should’ve known that the responsibility would fall to his successor after his passing. She went to them next to offer her condolences. Sam Wilson, the epitome of reliable, was there too, as ever, leaning against the wall, looking a long way from strange without his wings. Of all of them, he was surely the best at being normal.
Rhodey sat in one corner, adjusting something mechanical on his waist. Like Peter, he still saw Pepper and Morgan all the time, but she appreciated having him here more than anyone. There were far fewer of the names she would usually rely on for emotional support on this day. She couldn’t resist the urge to press for answers.
“Where is… everyone?” she asked Nick.
He sighed, a long, weary sound. “Thor is off in space with some girl named Jane. The Guardians are doing their own thing, as per usual. Scott’s taken Cassie to Greece, you know she hates this time of year- too many bad memories. S.H.I.E.L.D. has literally no idea what’s going on with Wanda or Vision- nobody does, I’m sure they’ll turn up. Doctor Strange is… well, Doctor Strange”.
“He’s probably on some far-away mountain learning how to turn goats into concepts,” Morgan opined, “and Bruce has the flu”.
Pepper frowned. “Professor Hulk, the smartest and strongest living human in the world, got the flu?”
“His best friends are the Valkyrie and a talking pile of rocks. He’s lucky it’s just the flu,” her daughter replied. She was far too smart-mouthed for her own good. Pepper loved that about her. She got it from her father.
“They wouldn’t dare skip out on a day like today when Tony and Steve were still alive,” Sam said. He clearly didn’t approve of the low turn-out. Pepper gave him a wry smile.
“No, they wouldn’t,” she agreed.
“Times are different, Pepper,” Nick said, “the guard is changing. There are new heroes coming through, and the old ones are starting to want to move on. Well, some of them, at least”.
She knew what he meant. Clint Barton was one of the toughest people she’d ever met. He had retired not long after the big battle, unwilling to risk losing his family for a second time. If it was true that being a hero wasn’t for everyone, it was equally true that being a hero forever was for almost no-one.
“Will Captain Marvel make an appearance, at least?”
“Well, you know Carol,” he said.
“I don’t,” Pepper pointed out, “I’ve barely even had a conversation with her. You’re the only person in this room who seems to know her at all”.
“That may be true,” Nick conceded, “but she’s turned up every year so far, and she doesn’t like to be early. In fact, I think that’s her now”.
Pepper looked around, confused; she hadn’t heard the door open, and a glance over her shoulder confirmed that it was closed. Then she saw it: a faint glow poking through one of the windows high up the walls, like someone was holding a flashlight up there. But Pepper knew there was no flashlight. She watched as first the feet, then the legs, body and finally face of Carol Danvers sank into view in a controlled descent. The blonde woman smirked at them all, sitting there, and knocked smartly on the glass a few times. Then she spoke. Her voice was muffled by the thick material, but Pepper could make out the words.
“Anyone wanna let me in?” she was saying.
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Episode One
Chapters Four, Five and Six
Shuri knew she should pee before she went on stage, but Pepper’s arrival had distracted her almost completely. By the time she’d remembered the growing fullness in her bladder, the group was getting to their feet, preparing to walk out in front of thousands of people. Too late now, she thought. She would have to hold it in.
The stage was vast, with thousands of people filling hundreds of rows of seats that stretched back too far to make out the faces of the people in the back. It was nothing Shuri wasn’t used to, nothing at all compared to her coronation, for example. Appearing in front of large crowds was part of her life, and had been for many years. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the wrong person for such a lifestyle. Sitting at the desk, answering questions about Wakanda’s role in the victory over Thanos, glorifying the bloodshed… was that really her? Her father had been a natural leader. With T’Challa, slightly less so- but he had grown into the part quickly, far more quickly than Shuri, who had always been happier in her lab.
Not least because there was a bathroom in her lab. There, while she was tinkering with whatever invention she’d stumbled across in-between projects, she was never more than a few feet away from a private little place where she could lock herself in and pee, or more if she needed to. Usually she would much rather keep at her work than take a potty break, often squirming and dancing for hours in order to keep her train of thought. On one occasion she’d almost wet her pants because she’d ignored her body’s cries for relief while trying to create a self-powered hairdryer. But at least the option was always there. Now, taking her seat in front of the expectant masses, the only way out was to hold it for the hour left until the scheduled interval.
From there, her experience in regality did most of the work. She smiled graciously when the host introduced her, laughed at any jokes when it seemed appropriate and helped her teammates answer questions whenever she could. The whole time, though, she couldn't help being far more concerned by what was going on inside her body than outside. Urinating in her pants wasn't an option, of course- that wasn't fit for any adult woman, let alone a Queen- but she didn't want to excuse herself mid-interview if she could help it. It would likely be far too obvious where she was going. Her bladder now was desperately full. It would not wait much longer.
All of those thoughts disappeared in an instant when she looked up and saw something in the sky. It caught her eye right away, the only blemish in an otherwise cloudless backdrop of air. At first all she could make out was six parallel streaks of white streaming across the blue, like a squadron of aeroplanes, but moving far too low and far too quickly. Shuri frowned. For a moment she didn't know what she was seeing, but then it clicked.
They were headed straight for the crowd.
She jumped to her feet, interrupting Peter Parker mid-sentence. Every head in the room turned to her. Shuri slipped into her confident voice, the one she knew could fool people into thinking everything was all right even when it wasn't.
"We need to get everyone away from the stage," she said into her microphone. Beside her, the man they called Falcon looked up. She knew that he was seeing what she had seen, but thankfully he kept his poker face. There were confused murmurs from the crowd, people not understanding what she was asking. Falcon, who the population of New York seemed to know and trust far more than they did Shuri, followed her lead, bending down to reach the microphone on his desk.
"Okay, I'm going to ask everyone to move calmly and quickly away from the stage," he said. Now people started moving, some looking up and at last spotting the white lines in the sky, the sources of which were undeniably getting closer by the second.
"Something's coming," Pepper whispered at her side. She, too, was looking at the sky with an expression of dread. Whatever it was, it didn't look friendly.
Around her, everyone else on the stage was standing, starting to kick into gear. Without meaning to, everyone turned to Sam Wilson. It was funny to Shuri, in a way. Sitting at a long table with some of the strongest, smartest people on the planet, the one they looked to to give instructions was a middle-aged man with no special powers. But he spoke confidently, with the air of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
“I’m thinking this isn’t gonna be an anniversary present, so we need to evacuate these people. Who can fight?”
“I can,” Carol said, stepping forward. Sam sucked in air through his teeth; other than Carol, everyone there relied on a suit or a weapon for most of their combat skills. They hadn’t been prepared for an attack today.
“Me too,” Peter said, “suit’s in my bagpack ”. The last few words were lost over his shoulder as he turned to sprint from the stage and towards the dressing room.
Okoye flicked her arm and a spear slid out from concealment beneath a long sleeve. “I can fight, too,” she vowed.
“And me!” Shuri said. Her bladder protested, but she knew she couldn’t stand by and watch a battle go down, especially not since she was already wearing the suit. On the outside it looked like she was in normal civilian clothes, but it would take barely a thought to send her creation enveloping her and turning her into the Black Panther once more.
Sam took a moment to take this all in, calculating a plan in his mind. All the while, Shuri couldn’t help noticing the six white streaks growing longer and larger as whatever it was approached.
“Okay, so me, Carol, Peter, Queen Shuri and Okoye will stay here and fight. Rhodey, people will listen to you. I need you handling the evacuation. Get Fury’s help if you can. Pepper, find Morgan, get her safe, then come back to us”.
Nobody argued. James Rhodes and Pepper dispersed, both towards the dressing room. Sam cleared his throat, assessing the soldiers with which he had been thrown into this unexpected situation. It wasn’t bad, but still a long way from the days of Iron Man, Captain America, The Winter Soldier and the Hulk. Still, they would have to fight with what they had.
“You ready?” he asked Shuri, who was watching anxiously as the flying objects came within a kilometre, hurtling like cannonballs.
She wanted to say no, wanted to be honest and tell him that she was about to pee her pants, but she couldn’t. Instead she nodded, took a deep breath and remembered what her brother had taught her. Five hundred metres. She felt Okoye by one shoulder, Sam by the other. Two hundred metres. In front, Carol Danvers walked slowly towards the danger, stretching her arms out in front of herself. One hundred metres, and she could see them now, what looked like six huge metal men pelting down on them. Behind, people were pushing past each other to get away from the stage, herded as well as could be expected by Rhodey and Fury.
Shuri felt her bladder try to give out and squeezed her legs together just a little more tightly. A battle was not the time for an accident, but she didn’t know how she was supposed to focus on fighting with this heavy pressure inside her. Something landed with a heavy thud just twenty feet away from them. It had the shape and size of a large human, but steely black, with forearms as wide as elephant legs and tiny heads too small to fit a person inside. On its chest was a bright circle of light. It looked to Shuri like-
The other five hit the ground behind it, in rows of two and three, landing on one knee to absorb the blow. Sam, Carol and Okoye were approaching the squadron of robots. Shuri hung back. She couldn’t fight in this state. She needed to get relief, and soon. So she backed away.
“Listen up, tin man,” Carol said, addressing the first droid directly, “you’ve got about five seconds to say we come in peace before me and my friends here turn all of you into scrap”.
The robot looked up at her. It rose swiftly to stand at at least seven feet tall, towering over Carol. The last thing Shuri saw before she ducked behind a pillar was Captain Marvel lifting both hands in front of her, aimed at the six metal figures.
Then she was gone, backstage and out of sight, thinking only about emptying herself as soon as possible so she could get in there and help. She tore down her jeans and fumbled to get her panties down her thick thighs, squatting where she stood just behind a set of huge speakers, and pushed. Immediately the flow started with the power of a hosepipe, gushing from between her legs and onto the floor, where it pooled around her feet. Shuri wanted to close her eyes, even to moan, and soak up the relief, but there was no time. She had to stay on her toes, so she pushed with everything she had to force the pee from her bladder as fast as possible, alert and watching the space like a dog as she went.
She realised then that, assuming they survived, when the fighting was over someone would find a puddle of piss on the floor just past the stage. There was nothing she could do about it now, no chance of cleaning it up, and getting to the fight was much more important. Still, she had to hope that nobody who found it would ever find out who the culprit was. If people had found out that the Queen of Wakanda had taken a leak on the floor, even in the circumstances, the humiliation would be too much to handle.
It took almost a full minute before she felt empty enough to stand. In that time Shuri could hear everything- blasts of what sounded like electronic laser guns, the clink of Okoye’s spear, yells from Sam and Carol. It didn’t sound like three people who were winning a fight. She had to get back out there and help. So, with a monumental effort, Shuri managed to stem the flow of her pee and heave herself back to her feet. She felt a dribble of warmth leak from her pussy and soak into the front of her panties, but her bladder was a million times better.
“Okay, now I’m ready,” she said to herself. And she thought one word: go.
Right away she was encapsulated by the sensation of that familiar warmth spreading across her body, seeping both upwards and down from her necklace, wrapping around each limb, then each finger and toe. Shuri looked down to see the black material covering every inch of skin, felt it sliding up the back of her neck and compressing her hair. She took off towards the sound of combat, picking up speed as she emerged onto the stage. By the time she hit the floor, she was the Black Panther again. And that, at least, was something she was good at.
She’d been gone for barely a minute but the place looked like a war zone already. Rows of seats had been blasted out of the way, leaving chunks of floor scorched and dented. The stage was cracked at the front where something- or someone- had been thrown into it. Carol was at the centre of the chaos, three droids circling her like sharks. Every time she punched one away or sent them flying with her powers, she spun around to find the other two charging at her. Okoye was duelling with two more, her spear spinning impossibly fast, hitting hard but ultimately unable to penetrate and cut into flesh that did not exist. Shuri looked around for the last droid and found it pinning down Sam Wilson in the corner, raising a hand out as if to fire. She set off towards him at a sprint, ready to pounce, but he was far away… too far. She wouldn’t get to him in time. Shuri looked around desperately for something to throw. Its metal palm started to glow with energy, and she kept running, knowing she was too late.
Then the thing went flying, up and away into the air, across the open space like a giant baseball. It must have covered several hundred feet, and Shuri could only stand and watch its trajectory before it finally smashed into the concrete on the other side of the audience. It went down in a ball of fire, shattering into pieces. A blur of red and blue soared overhead, still disconnecting from the webbing it had used to throw the robot away. Spider-Man landed where it had been, standing over Sam, who had been no more than a second away from being cooked. Shuri saw Peter offer his hand to the Falcon and, knowing he was safe, turned to help Okoye.
She, too, was on her back, outnumbered and outstrengthed by the two huge drones. Dodging their fire was one thing; doing damage in return was another entirely. Shuri launched herself at one of them, leaping with a fierceness far beyond most humans and wrapping her arms around its shoulders from behind. As far as she could tell, whatever they were didn’t have any weaponry on their rear, making it a potential weak spot. She dug her claws into the gap between shoulder and head, looking to try and pry it open. The thing shook and shuddered in an attempt to throw her off, but Shuri clung on tightly and squeezed her fingers a little deeper into the crack. It was built strong, but she was stronger, and she could feel it starting to give. Over its shoulder she saw Okoye drive her spear into the circular light on the front of the machine. It shattered the casing, and sparks flew from the wound until finally it ceased to move. At the same moment, Shuri finally won the struggle with the head of the thing she was piggybacking off. It tore away and fell to the ground, exposing a fizzle of ripped wires that still pulsed with electricity.
Shuri leapt off and safely to the ground just as it collapsed, breaking her fall with a forward role and ending on one knee. There were still three of them on Carol, leaving her no time to finish any one of them off as they kept coming to her. As Shuri watched, something closed around the waist of the drone closest to her and yanked it away.
At first she couldn’t believe what she was seeing: a hand- huge hand. A huge hand at the end of a very long arm had grabbed one of the robots and was now dragging it along the floor. Was it dragging, or was the arm shrinking? And at the other end of that arm was a regular-sized girl. Shuri blinked. The girl she was seeing was dressed in civilian clothes and was surely younger than herself. She flung the thing over her shoulder with that enormous fist, letting it fly until it smashed into a lamppost and crumbled in a broken heap.
“What are you doing this side of the river?” Carol called, ducking under a swinging arm and giving another droid a kick so hard it left a dent in the metalwork. It collapsed from the blow at her feet.
“You know each other?” Sam asked.
“Hey, I’m Kamala,” the girl said, pushing forwards towards the only enemy left standing, “basically, I’m stretchy”.
Sam wiped sweat from his forehead with one hand and stared at her. “I kind of got that part”.
Shuri heard something whistle past her shoulder and turned her head to see Spider-Man standing there, mask off. His arm was extended, and the webbing he’d just shot from it had plastered the last drone to the floor. Carol approached it, opened her palm and, in a beam of light, it lay still.
“If I’d known there was going to be fighting today I would have done my stretches,” she said bitterly. “Everyone okay?”
“I think so,” Sam said. One look at him told Shuri that he was most certainly not okay, though. His arm was twisted back at an angle that made her feel sick, and she was far from a squeamish woman. Clearly, the drone that had pinned him down had caught him in a bad position.
“Your arm looks broken,” Peter pointed out, his face looking a little green.
“Hurts like hell,” Sam conceded, “but it’s better than being dead. Thanks for that, by the way”.
They were interrupted by the sound of heavy, hard footsteps from the stage. Shuri turned to see Pepper sprinting towards them, her eyes a painting of sheer panic. She rushed down the steps with a face as pale as a ghost.
“I can’t find Morgan!” she blurted out, out of breath.
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Episode Two
Chapters One and Two
“Tell me everything you know about these drones”.
In over thirty years of knowing him, Carol had never seen Nick Fury so stressed. Sure, she’d been off-planet for most of that time, but it was still disconcerting to see worry in his eye, the weary way he carried himself. Since she’d left him in ’95, he’d recruited countless heroes to the Avenger initiative, and watched some of them die. Others were still alive, but lost to him in another way entirely. She understood that he had cared about Tony Stark more deeply than almost anyone, had known his father back in his youth. And now Stark’s daughter was missing, possibly worse. Carol knew Fury blamed himself.
They were gathered around a boardroom table in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s New York base, what remained of the infamous Avengers. Fury himself sat at one end, hands planted on the surface, with Carol immediately to his left. Pepper was at the other, slouched in her chair, eyes red and puffy. Everyone who had fought in the attack on the panel lined the seats on either side, with one exception: Sam was in hospital, his left arm broken in at least three places. He’d refused the offer of painkillers, but it would be a while before he was ready to be much use in a battle again. Kamala Khan had come with them, at Carol’s insistence, and had spent most of the time looking intimidated by Okoye. Other than Carol, only Nick knew anything about her. He kept tabs on pretty much every potential up-and-coming superhero across the world, whether they knew it or not, and had been aware of Kamala’s developing powers for a couple of years. All the others knew was that she’d stepped up and helped out when the robots attacked, and that counted for a lot in their world. War Machine had been called away to deal with some trouble downtown. From what Carol could gather, some thugs had taken the opportunity to strike a bank on the other side of the city, assuming all the heroes would be too preoccupied to stop them.
“They’re Hammer Industries, Nick, and we both know that’s not a coincidence,” Pepper said.
“How can you be sure? You said you’ve seen them before- where?”
“They’re exactly the same as the ones Ivan Vanko tried to blow up the Stark Expo with. Tony got me out a second before the whole place went up, Rhodey will tell you”.
Nick sighed. “Vanko’s been dead for fifteen years”.
“And Justin Hammer is still alive,” Pepper countered, raising her voice slightly, “how long is left on his sentence? Two more years? Three?”
“Vanko went rogue, we’ve seen the evidence. Hammer isn’t the type to go around attacking public spaces”.
“He’s the type to do whatever it takes to earn a big payday,” argued Pepper, “or maybe he doesn’t know a thing about it. Either way, these drones were made by his company”. She sat up a little straighter, staring Nick down. “Interrogate him. He won’t be a tough nut to crack”.
Nick spread his arms wide helplessly. “S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t have the same power it used to, Pepper,” he said, sounding apologetic, “it won’t be easy getting him alone in a room”.
“I don’t care,” Pepper spat. Her voice was cold, ruthless. Carol rose from her seat and excused herself. She didn’t care much for the atmosphere. Everyone else in the room had been silent up to that point, not knowing what to say or where to look.
The women’s bathroom down the hall was blissfully serene by comparison, totally empty except for her. Governmental law required the builders of the office space S.H.I.E.L.D. had converted to include bathrooms with at least three stalls for each sex, but the organisation still didn’t have enough female employees to justify such a capacity. Still, Carol was grateful for the peace and quiet. She slipped into the closest stall- always the cleanest- and clicked the lock closed.
Carol was in no hurry to get back to the meting as she slid her jeans down to knee-level and settled herself down on the seat. It took a few seconds, but before too long she had a good stream going, tinkling delicately into the bowl, the only noise in what was otherwise a vacuum of a room. For a moment she simply closed her eyes and relaxed, forgetting the stresses of the day so far and the turmoil that she already knew lay ahead, just enjoying the feeling of going from full to empty. She hadn’t needed to go badly, but now she was in flow, there was plenty there to come out.
Before she knew it, though, the stream was dying out. It faded from a rhythmic waterfall into the patter of rainwater running off a roof, and eventually ceased completely, so that all that remained was the occasional dripping of pee that still lingered around her labia. But, feeling no desire at all to rush back to that cold, tense room, she didn’t reach for the toilet paper right away. Instead, she pushed a little on the other part of her abdomen, the part that regulated her back hole rather than her front. It didn’t take much of a push to send a little puff of air out of her, and she was suddenly even more glad that nobody else was in the room to hear the muffled fart that echoed off the porcelain. She felt it slip out from between her cheeks, warm and blunted. That was encouraging, and she started to squeeze a little harder, hoping to get something more solid to come out. Carol hadn’t pooped in a few days, and she was growing more than a little concerned that things might get seriously blocked up if she didn’t take action soon.
But, despite some more gentle effort, no turd seemed forthcoming, so she resigned herself to holding it in until later. There was no way she could prolong her absence any longer without making it abundantly clear to everyone else that she had been taking a crap, and while Carol didn’t usually care about such things, this didn’t seem the right time for it. So she tore off a few squares of paper and started to wipe, misjudging her fold the first time and feeling some of the pee soak through the thin material and onto her fingers. When her pussy was dry she ran one square across her butthole for good measure. It came away stained with the faintest of browns.
One flush later, she was done, zipping her jeans back up and meandering back to the meeting room without bothering to wash her hands. Nick and Pepper were still mid-conversation when Carol took her seat back, but this time they seemed less confrontational.
“- know I’ll do whatever it takes to get that little girl back home, Pepper,” Nick was saying as the door swung open and Carol entered.
“We need to put a team together,” Pepper demanded, “I want the best you’ve got”.
“With respect, Miss Potts,” Okoye said, doing her best to speak softly, “I do not think it is wise to focus all of your resources onto one missing person”.
Pepper turned to her, eyes narrow. “She’s more than a missing person, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter,” she said, “we don’t have long before people notice she’s been kidnapped, and that will cause a national panic”.
“Pepper’s right,” Nick agreed, “we don’t just need Morgan back, we need her back before anyone finds out she was gone. The public don’t know anything about that yet. All they saw was you guys kick a bunch of robot asses”.
“So who’s on this team?” Peter asked.
Pepper didn’t hesitate. “I am”. She looked at Nick as if expecting him to forbid her.
“Nothing I say is going to change your mind, is it?” he asked. Pepper shook her head.
“The last suit Tony built for me still works perfectly. I fought in it on the day of the Blip. I’m going to get her back”.
“Whoever has her,” Nick said, “it’s not a good idea for you to be going after them alone”.
“She won’t be alone,” Peter said, “I’ll go, too”. Pepper looked at him with thankful eyes, but Nick shut that down quicker than a cop at an underage party.
“Absolutely not,” he said, “if the scum in this city catch wind that Spider-Man’s not in town, there’ll be riots on the streets. We need you here to keep the peace”. Peter looked wounded, but it didn’t seem like he could think of a retort for that. They all knew Nick was right; Spider-Man’s mere presence was enough to scare most thugs off of trying anything too bold.
“I’ll join the team,” Carol blurted out, surprising even herself. She wasn’t usually one for teams, or sentimentality, but Morgan was a cute kid and she didn’t like the idea of her being held hostage in some cold cell. She reminded Carol, in a lot of ways, of Monica. And she knew that she’d be the first person out searching if Monica had been taken. Pepper, who had never really gotten on with Carol, looked up at her, and for a second it looked as though her eyes were watering.
“Thank you,” she said finally.
Carol had defeated entire armies, but she was still uncomfortable with being thanked. “It’s nothing,” she said, “we’ll get her back”.
“Any other volunteers?”
It was Okoye who spoke up, again to Pepper’s surprise. “I’m sure I could be of assistance in this mission,” she offered. This time, though, it was Shuri’s turn to dismiss the idea.
“No, Okoye, you are too valuable to Wakanda and our people. I need you to return home immediately. I’ll go with Miss Potts and the Captain to find the girl”.
Okoye, frankly, looked horrified at the idea. “My Queen,” she spluttered, “I have not left your side in battle in three years”.
“I am ready, Okoye,” Shuri insisted, and Carol could see that her word was final, “it’s time for me to trust you just as my brother did so many times. You must oversee the kingdom until I get back. Nakia will help you”.
It couldn’t have been clearer that Okoye didn’t like this one bit, but she blinked and bit her tongue.
“I can come,” Kamala piped up. She hadn’t said anything since the battle until now. “I’m good in a fight, and I can get through doors and stuff. I might be useful”.
“Won’t your parents notice if you’re not home before bedtime?” Carol said with a smirk.
“I doubt it,” Kamala replied, quite cheerfully, “they don’t pay much attention to me these days. I’ll just tell them I’m at a friend’s house or something”.
“Okay, that makes four of us,” Pepper mused, thinking things over in her head. “That’s not enough. We need more firepower”. She drummed on the table lightly with distracted fingers. “I want Bruce. And Clint”.
Nick shook his head. "It can't be done," he said, "I'm more likely to win an Oscar for Best Actress than I am to convince either of those two to fight ever again. Believe me, I've tried about a billion times".
"Then who?" Pepper sighed, "Loki would've torn this city apart twelve years ago if not for the Avengers. Now half of them are gone, one's millions of miles away and the other two won't fight. How are we supposed to get Morgan back if we don't even have Hawkeye?"
Nick ran a hand over his smooth, bald head. "Now, wait a second," he said. The gears in his mind were turning even faster than before, Carol knew. "I said you couldn't have Clint. I never said I couldn't get you Hawkeye". |
Episode Two
Chapters Three and Four
The girl looked down at the tiled floor between her feet and swore under her breath. She’d been there long enough, and still there had been no reward for her patience.
She was dressed from head to toe in black, but it was the kind of outfit that looked far less dangerous when the jeans were bunched around her ankles and both sleeves were rolled up to keep the sweat from dampening the fabric. On a battlefield, the context for which such a costume was designed, these clothes allowed her to move as swiftly and silently as a master assassin, nearly invisible against a night’s sky for anyone more than a hundred yards away. In the fluorescent lighting of a training facility bathroom, it gave her a vibe that felt closer to a young mom taking five at a gas station on the way to see her in-laws. The dark hair that flowed just past her shoulders was sleek, weighed down with heavy beads at the base to hold it still. With a face flushed from straining, unable to hold back the grunting sounds she had to make, she surely looked far older than her actual age, which was twenty.
In her hand she held what looked like an ordinary iPhone, and it was this which she checked for the fourth or fifth time since arriving in the bathroom. The time that flashed up on her screen revealed that she'd been there well over twenty minutes. Too long. As far as she knew, she was alone in the compound, but that still wasn't an absence she felt comfortable with. Anyone reviewing the security footage would be bound to notice that she had been gone for such a stretch of time, and she didn't want to be in a position in which questions were asked.
But she didn't want to give up yet. It felt as though she was getting closer, even if only marginally so. When she had first sat down she'd felt nothing except a horrible weight in her stomach, aching uncomfortably. Now there were signs of some movement. Not a lot, but some. And walking away now would only compound her problems. Still... she was running out of time. Reluctantly, she braced herself for one final push. Her elbows rested on top of thick thighs and she clasped her hands together as if in prayer, leaning forward over them to compress the space inside of herself. The face she made then was not one usually associated with a deadly marksman. In moments like these, she always felt as though the maturity was stripped from her, and she went from one of the most powerful fighters in the country to barely more than a kid again. Her eyes shut tight and her face screwed up in a portrait of effort, every muscle below her modest breasts pushing and straining to try and get this huge thing out of her. A pathetic, creaking groan crackled involuntarily from her throat.
For the most fleeting of promising moments it felt like something was shifting towards her exit. She could detect it there, thicker than anything that passed through that hole was ever supposed to be, almost beginning to poke out. She pushed even harder, reaching for every bit of strength those muscles had, closer than she'd been in days to making a breakthrough. A wetness arrived on the lips of her pussy where her pushing was forcing out pee. But it was too much, too painful, too hard to maintain. She stopped, gasping for breath. The rock-hard mass inside her retreated back upwards, away from her ring again. If anything, it was further than before.
It took the girl a few seconds to get her breath back, in which time the pain in her colon slowly subsided into no more than an awkward soreness. She couldn't face trying again- not yet. She had to get back out there and train. Fatigued and thoroughly pissed off, she grabbed some paper and wiped herself dry. There was no need to wipe her butt. Next, she stood and wiggled back into her skin-tight jeans, doing the buttons up as snugly as they would go to ensure they stayed where she needed them. As usual, she didn't bother flushing.
Finally, for the fourth time that day, the bathroom door was behind her- but, like all the other times, she'd left it just as full as she'd entered. Even for her, it was unusual to have four unsuccessful attempts before evening fell. She'd have to pick something up on the way home- some prune juice, maybe, or something a bit stronger from the drugstore. That was a risk in itself- as she'd learned from prior experience- but it was better than another day of constipation. One day, maybe she'd summon up the courage to go see a doctor for a more permanent fix, instead of going one week a month without getting anything out. That was easier said than done. For her, killing a dozen bad guys in thirty seconds with a bow and arrow was a hundred times easier than talking about poop.
Still aware of that solid shape inside her, she walked as normally as possible back to the shooting range and picked up her bow from the rack where she'd left it. She slung her quiver over her shoulder, tightened the strap and adjusted the angle until it was just right. Then, in one fluid motion, she turned, loaded an arrow into her bow and pulled back to fire at one of the targets. The trouble was that there was somebody in front of them. Two people, to be exact.
"I'd prefer it if you put the bow down," one of them said. She blinked, and suddenly recognised him.
Nick Fury was walking towards her, hands in his pockets. Beside him was a woman she'd never met but, like everyone in the city, she knew her name. It was Iron Man's widow- Pepper Potts. The girl lowered her bow, pointing it at the ground, and relaxed her grip. She caught the arrow in one hand and replaced it in the quiver as Fury drew closer.
"Let me introduce you," he said, "when Clint's hearing started to deteriorate, he and I looked for a protégé to pass his skills onto. Neither of us thought we would actually find someone who could come close to his level". He offered his hand to the girl and she took it, still confused. "We were wrong. Pepper, I'd like you to meet Kate Bishop".
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Maria’s helicopter landed just after 9AM local time, barely fifteen hours after the kidnapping of Morgan Stark. The pilot, a new recruit she’d only spoken to a few times, set them down on a grassy hilltop overlooking the village. No matter how many times she travelled by chopper, she still hated the bump that accompanied almost every landing- especially when, as was inevitable after a long night of travel, her bladder was full to bursting.
But she couldn’t let that show as she stepped onto solid ground for only the second time since departing New York the afternoon before. She had a job to do, and Fury had only entrusted her to do it. Professionalism was the name of the game- she wouldn’t let him down. Without a word to the pilot, Maria marched down the hill and towards the little gathering of houses that sat by the shore. She passed a sign as she walked- she’d never been here before, but it was every bit as bizarre as the stories she’d heard had told.
Welcome to New Asgard, it said. Then, underneath:
Please drive slowly
The walk itself wasn’t too far, but it felt farther in the cold of the Norwegian morning. By the time she approached the buildings, people were already up and out of their houses. They didn’t get many visitors, especially not ones who arrived by helicopter.
Valkyrie met Maria at the edge of the village. She looked like she had aged far more than three years since Maria had last seen her. Maria went to open the conversation, but the King of New Asgard got there first.
“Thor’s not here,” she said bluntly. Maria was taken aback by Valkyrie’s forwardness, but recovered swiftly.
“I’m not here to see Thor,” she replied evenly.
“Ooh, a visit for me? How lovely”. The sarcasm was thick in Valkyrie’s tone, dripping off of every word, but Maria was still not to be deterred. She’d never had much time for attitudes.
“I’m not here to see you, either. I need to talk to the Hulk”.
“Professor Hulk, you mean,” Valkyrie tutted.
“Yes. I need to talk Professor The Hulk”.
Valkyrie allowed herself a wry smile at that. She pointed to one of the houses down the road from them, a run-down looking place with a patch of thatching on the roof. “You’ll find him in there”. Maria thanked her and started to walk. “Oh, call ahead next time, would you?” Valkyrie shouted after her.
Soon Maria found herself in a cramped little house furnished as though it belonged to an elderly couple from Ohio. Still she had to pee badly. She had hoped to hold it until she was back at the airport, but it was becoming increasingly clear that that wouldn’t be an option. When she found Bruce, she’d have to ask him if she could use his before leaving.
The first thing she heard was voices from a room down the corridor to her left. The first sounded like a Polynesian accent, high-pitched but definitely male. Then there was a second voice, and this one she certainly recognised. It was Bruce Banner’s voice- if anyone still knew him by that name.
She opened the door to the sight of two of the biggest men she had ever seen. They sat on sofa-sized objects that looked like they were made primarily of thick metal topped with cushions, and each was holding a white videogame console controller. One of them- the one to whom the accent belonged- seemed to be made out of blue rocks. The other was unmistakably Professor Hulk. There was nobody else in the world who looked like that.
So engrossed were they in the game that Maria had to step to within a few feet before they noticed her arrival. Only when she was close enough to reach over and touch his shoulder did Bruce look up. He did a double-take- it had been more than a year since they’d seen each other last, but he looked the same, if a little less scientist and a little more hippy.
“Maria! Holy cow, what are you doing here?” he paused the game with one awkwardly oversized finger, got to his feet and pulled her into a hug. Maria thought she would never get used to being hugged by the Hulk, even if it happened every day. His enormous muscles were a strange mix with the geniality of his embrace. It was like being kissed by a shark.
The pile of rocks waved at her and smiled kindly. “Hey man, my name is Korg, this is my very good friend Miek”. He gestured towards a little larvae-looking creature that was sitting beside him, which squirmed excitedly at being introduced.
“Um… hi,” Maria said, not sure how to react. She had heard that New Asgard was weird, but she hadn’t expected to walk in to find Hulk hanging out and playing Minecraft with what looked like a Kronan. “Bruce, can I talk to you about something?”
Banner’s smile faded; it was as though he had just remembered where he was. “Sure,” he said, leading her out of the room and back into the relative quiet of the hallway, “I should’ve guessed this wasn’t just a social call”.
“Well, you did move to… Norway,” Maria pointed out. She spotted a bathroom door open- it looked surprisingly clean in there, despite what she’d feared. “Can I use your toilet before I leave?” she asked.
“No problem,” Bruce said, “it was specially made for someone of my weight. You’re not likely to clog it. So how can I help you?”
Maria looked over her shoulder, checked for any windows that might be open. “What I’m about to tell you has to stay between us. It isn’t public knowledge yet and hopefully it never will be”.
Banner nodded. “Of course,” he said. And she believed him.
“Morgan’s been kidnapped,” Maria said.
Bruce blinked. “Morgan Stark?” he asked. She nodded. “Taken? By who?”
“Last I heard, we have no idea. It happened at the expo yesterday. Pepper wants to put a team together, go get her back. But everyone we used to call is…”
“Dead?” Bruce asked, “yeah, there’s a lot of that going around”.
“Or busy. We don’t know where Thor or Strange are, and Nick is refusing to let Spider-Man leave the city unguarded.
Bruce paused for a moment. He seemed to be weighing up something in his head, then sighed and shook it slowly. “Sorry, Maria. I can ask Korg, but you know I’m retired for a reason. I just can’t fight like I used to, I’d only slow you guys down”.
“Nick told me you’d say that,” Maria said.
“Oh?” he seemed genuinely surprised.
“He also told be that there would be no changing your mind,” she pressed.
Banner ran a chunky green hand through his thinning hair. “So why did he send you all this way?”
“To ask a favour,” Maria said simply, “we thought you might be able to put us in touch with your cousin”. |
Episode Two
Chapters Five and Six
“That’s the girl?” Pepper asked, incredulous.
She was looking at the security camera which gave a direct view of the entrance to the base, where a rather ordinary-looking woman was waiting with two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. The woman wasn’t exactly young, but was far from old, with a mousy face and her hair tied back into a long, neat ponytail. She stood no more than five and a half foot tall.
“That’s the one,” Nick Fury confirmed, “Jennifer Walters. One of the best lawyers in the country, these days, and she also happens to be Bruce Banner’s cousin”.
“She doesn’t look like a Hulk to me,” Pepper said dubiously.
“Remember what Banner used to look like before the whole Professor Hulk thing happened? The guy was as threatening as Elmo”.
Pepper mused this over for a second. “Point taken. So she’s like he used to be?”
“No, she’s better,” Fury said. Pepper looked up at him, and again there was serious doubt in her expression. “As the Hulk, Banner was unpredictable and dangerous. He caused indiscriminate chaos. Remember Tony had to make a whole suit to keep him in check?”
For the first time since Morgan had last been seen two days ago, Pepper smiled. “The Hulkbuster. I remember”.
“When Bruce transfused his blood to her, the Gamma radiation in it seems to have impacted her a little differently. Our intel says that she maintains most of her intelligence and communication skills when she transforms, but has most of the strength and durability of Banner”.
“Well, we’ll see,” Pepper said. She found it hard to believe that many things could match the strength and durability of the original Hulk. “Where’s she been all these years?”
“Lawyering,” Fury said simply. “She hasn’t been in a fighting mood, as far as we can tell. Stuck to normality. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in that regard”.
Pepper frowned. “So what changed?”
“Bruce did. He saved her life. Maria told me that he said Jennifer owes him a favour, and this is it”.
The woman and her agents had disappeared from the screen. Someone must have buzzed them in, and the room where Pepper and Fury were sitting wasn’t far from the entrance. Jennifer would be in the boardroom any moment now.
“Okay, I’ll meet you in there in two minutes,” Pepper said, heading out of the room before Nick could ask where she was going. She ducked through the first door to her left and into the ladies’ bathroom, where she took the nearest of the two available stalls. Her mind was racing. After two days of agonising waiting, planning, speculating and recruiting, the operation began today. It wasn’t a perfect team, but it would do. And they were going to find her daughter.
First, though, she had to pee. Leading a meeting of such gravitas on a full bladder was a terrible idea. She lifted her skirt and took a seat, not bothering to pull down her underwear. Instead, as she often did, she pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and let the stream flow, only catching a little splash on the back of her thumb as she did so.
Even under the worst stress of her life, these moments in the bathroom had been a rare source of solace and comfort for Pepper. It was one of the few places she could go to be alone throughout the intense planning phases, the round-the-clock meetings and briefings. While she was caught up in going through every possible thing that could go wrong with Fury, she didn’t always have time to think about her bodily needs. She would stand at the strategy tables or the computer desks for hours, taking in as much information as she could, dancing and squirming on the spot rather than risk missing anything until- on a few occasions- Fury or Carol had had to insist that she took a bathroom break. On those occasions the release of the desperate pee was the closest she came to feeling good about anything anymore.
The flow abruptly stopped and she wiped thoroughly before replacing her panties and standing. If there had been more time she might have tried for a poop, too- she hadn't been for one in days- but there was too much to think about. In the next room were the five women who were going to help her get her daughter back.
Not bothering to wash her hands, Pepper strode from the bathroom and through the door to the place where the danger would really begin.
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Forty-eight hours after the attack on the convention, Pepper got her first look at her team in the same room. She had wanted The Hulk, Hawkeye, War Machine, Spider-Man, Falcon... she had received none of them, but seeing what she had together now- a real, concrete thing at last- gave her hope that they had what it took.
Nearest to the door sat the new arrival, Jennifer Walters, who looked as small and unbecoming in person as she had on camera. In a low chair, Pepper towered over her. It was hard to remind herself that this woman could purportedly turn into a monster capable of lifting a bus. Her eyes, though, were confident, and if she was feeling intimidated by the company she was in, she didn't show it.
That company included Shuri, who had promised to delegate her duties as Queen for as long as it took to rescue Morgan. Pepper was more grateful for this than she could say, and when she'd tried to express her thanks, Shuri had simply told her that it was what her brother would have done. She had also insisted that nobody call her Queen Shuri, claiming that it made her feel strange.
Pepper still couldn't get a read on Kate Bishop. The girl was nowhere near as physically imposing as her mentor, Clint, but she wore the same permanent scowl that he once had, and her skills as an archer were beyond doubt. She'd bought her own gear from home, turning down S.H.I.E.L.D.'s approved equipment, and carried what looked like hundreds of arrows in a leather quiver- regular, explosive-tipped, flammable and a whole host of others Pepper had never seen before in her life.
The kid, Kamala Khan, sat with Carol at the back of the room. Pepper still felt far from comfortable bringing someone so young on a mission that was bound to be dangerous, but Nick had persuaded her. He'd reminded her that she was more or less the same age as Peter, who had been in deadly fights for years, and even Pepper couldn't deny that someone who could shift into almost any shape they wanted was too useful an asset to turn down. Nick himself was the seventh and final person in the room, staring out of the window as she entered as if he was expecting more robots to come flying across the New York skyline.
Pepper went to Jennifer first, the only one she was yet to meet. She offered her hand and the gratitude in her voice was sincere.
"Miss Walters, thank you for coming," she said, "I know I'm asking a lot from you".
The woman did not drop her gaze. "Don't mention it. Let's just get this done soon so we can all go home".
Pepper nodded. She understood why not all of these people would be thrilled to be here, and Jennifer more than most- they were, in a way, dragging her out of retirement. But Pepper needed someone strong who could fight without a bow or a gun. She needed a Hulk.
Nick turned to them just as Pepper filled the last empty seat. He walked to the table and leaned on it, putting both hands flat on the surface. She'd seen him like this before. This was how he motivated heroes before sending them off to a situation where they could probably get themselves killed.
"Okay, ladies," he said, "we don't have much time to waste. Now that you're all here, I see no reason to delay Project S.T.O.R.M. any longer".
"S.T.O.R.M.?" Kate asked, "I'm guessing that's another acronym?"
Nick gave her a look. "Thinking up acronyms is not high on my list of priorities right now. This is the S.H.I.E.L.D. Technical Operation to Rescue Morgan. S.T.O.R.M. Satisfied?"
Kate nodded. "I'm not complaining," she said defensively.
"Good," he said, "because you leave in twenty minutes. There's a helicopter on the roof, along with all the equipment you asked us for... as long as we could provide it at short notice, which means no wing-suits, Miss Khan".
"Worth asking," Kamala said, looking disappointed.
"We don't know where Morgan has been taken, but we do know where to start," Pepper continued.
"With the drones?" Carol suggested, and Pepper nodded.
"I told you that Hammer Industries made them, but there's no sign that they were produced in-city. We think they're being created at one of Hammer's other factories on the other side of the world.
"So where are we going?" Jennifer asked.
"Sokovia," Nick said simply. |
Episode Three
Chapter One
Markus was in the break room when he heard the emergency signal. He’d been sat down for barely a minute before his radio crackled into life and the voice of his new recruit came through the feed. She was a young woman, smart and tough, but he didn’t appreciate being interrupted on his lunch hour. He reached lazily for the handheld and held it up to his face.
“Lucia, this had better be good,” he warned her, leaning back in his chair.
“Sorry, boss, but something is heading straight for us,” she said. He could hear the stress in her voice, and he was no stranger to it. New security guards got frights like this within their first few days, with almost no exceptions. It always turned out to be no more than an overreaction fuelled by a paranoid fear of screwing up on the first week. But he liked Lucia, and so far she had been a perfect employee, so he decided to take the gentle route.
“What is it?” he said kindly, knowing he was merely humouring her. But the fear in her tone didn’t go away.
“It’s something in the sky, sir, something flying. It looks like- it looks like Iron Man!”
Marcus frowned. That didn’t make a jot of sense. “Iron Man has been dead since before I last got laid, and that’s saying something”.
“I’m just telling you what I see, sir, and it’s close,” she shot back. He didn’t appreciate being argued with, either. His patience was waring thin.
“Tony Stark is six feet under, Lucia”.
“Try telling him that,” she said.
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It had been a while since Pepper had worn her armour, but she felt like she was already getting back into the swing of things. In her mind, sometimes she focused on what she remembered of Tony’s early suit inventions. She had vivid memories of him struggling to fly them smoothly, crashing into little things dotted around his lab and landing awkwardly every time he wanted to touch ground. Maybe she remembered those days more because those were the days when she was falling in love with him. Since then, though, the suits had gotten more and more advanced, more and more perfected. By the time he’d created the final model of what she had on now, designed exclusively for her, his understanding was unparalleled, and he was capable of producing technology that was so refined she barely noticed she was wearing it. Rescue, she called it. The suit she was wearing to rescue their daughter. How fitting it was.
It felt easy to bomb through the Sokovian air towards the target building, as effortless and controlled as an expert swimmer cuts through still water. The AI in her helmet was already beginning to analyse the ground below, scanning for movement to warn her of. It identified a figure on the ground and zoomed in on a blonde woman, no more than a few hundred metres away, looking up at her and speaking into a microphone. Pepper changed course by a few degrees and aimed for her. The aim was not to take innocent lives; most of the people working in this base, Fury had told her, were just locals who took jobs there because they needed income. Those didn’t sound like people who needed to die. But if any of them stood between her and Morgan, well…
She glanced over her shoulder, taking less than a second to check her surroundings. Behind her was a streak of light following towards the ground. She knew that Carol Danvers could fly a lot faster than she was at that moment, but the plan was clear: let Pepper land first, keep Captain Marvel a surprise, at least for now. The helicopter carrying the other four women was out of sight already. If everything went as intended, they would land within a few minutes.
Pepper hit the ground hard, the suit absorbing most of the impact and saving her kneecap from shattering. Ironically, she knew she must look almost exactly as the drones they were tracking had when they’d attacked. She leapt to her feet, took one step closer to the terrified guard and spoke.
“Get out of the way. I don’t want to hurt you,” she commanded.
With shaky hands, the woman lifted a sleek black rifle, but Pepper knew she would not fire. She stared the guard down, daring her to shoot, making sure there was no doubt that bullets would not stop her. "I wouldn't recommend that course of action," she said.
The guard backed away, turned and sprinted back towards the building. Pepper couldn't allow that- she needed as few people in her path as possible. She raised a palm, looking for some way to stop the woman without harming her too badly, but nothing presented itself.
She was a few feet from safety when a bolt of red and blue blurred past and plucked the guard off her feet. It came to a stop suspended somewhere in mid-air, some distance from where the woman had been running. Carol was hovering there, dangling her by the scruff of the neck in one hand, a long cape flowing from her shoulders. She dragged the guard upwards, onto the roof of the building, and returned without her a second later.
"There," Carol said, "she won't be coming down any time soon".
Pepper frowned. “What if they don’t find her?”
“They’ll find her,” Carol shrugged in response, “eventually. I’m sure someone in this goddamn country has a ladder”.
There was no time to argue; Pepper pushed forward and into the darkness of the building. Her palms were already sweating beneath her suit.
"You ever infiltrated a killer drone manufacturer before, Carol?" she asked.
"Five or six".
"In your experienced opinion, where do we find the boss?"
Carol thought for a second.
"As far away from all the other poor bastards as possible," she said. |
Episode Three
Chapters Two and Three
For the first time in a few minutes, Markus looked up at the monitors that displayed a live feed of all sixteen of his security cameras. He had watched them every single day, except his birthday and every other Christmas, for four and a half years. In that time he had found reason to be concerned just once- when one of his guards had suddenly gone missing apropos of nothing. He’d found her in the bushes a few metres from her post, taking a crap that she’d tried to explain simply could not wait until her next break. He’d fired her on the spot and had no more trouble since. But he kept checking, more and more half-heartedly, because he’d be damned if it was his head on the chopping block if anything interesting ever did happen in this dump. As ever, he swept his eyes quickly from left to right, scanning more than searching to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. It was only on the penultimate screen that he saw it.
Lucia was gone.
He frowned. He’d dismissed her earlier report, but that had only been a few minutes ago. Now there was nobody where she was supposed to be. And he was pretty sure she was not simply off in the bushes. He told all of his new guards that they were under highly discriminate orders to piss themselves before abandoning their posts, and Lucia had made it very clear that she had understood that rule by wetting her pants quite spectacularly on only only her second day. So something was up.
He rose from his seat and went to the window that overlooked the field beside the factory, and that was when he saw it. Something was falling out of the sky, but it didn’t look a thing like Iron Man to him. For starters, there was no light around it. He blinked, trying to make sure he really was seeing what he thought he was seeing. The thing was big, green- and only seconds from hitting the ground.
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Jennifer smashed down onto the ice-stiffened grass and felt her bowels cramp on impact. She winced in discomfort as her body absorbed the shock of landing from a two-hundred-foot drop and rose slowly to her feet, rolling her shoulders back. Her target was in sight- a fire exit with no exterior handle. She pushed towards it, hearing the helicopter roar away overhead, and took the door out with one powerful kick. It crumpled like cardboard in the corner of the room. This factory had been built to withstand break-ins from petty criminals and thieves. It was not much of a match for a She-Hulk.
But she didn’t feel much like She-Hulk in the pit of her stomach, where two days worth of poop cooked and brewed. Jennifer- the human, the real Jennifer- had never ben a woman who could do her business quickly, instead preferring to take her time to pass what were often hard, difficult loads. In her green form, things were very different. She-Hulk could take a dump the size of a basketball in about a minute and bound off to the next fight without wiping. But for the last year, if not more, the green girl hadn’t seen the light of day. And since S.H.I.E.L.D. had found her and asked her to come to New York, there had been no time to set aside for taking care of her bathroom needs.
As much as she wanted to focus on the task at hand, it was difficult when her stomach gurgled and groaned with each sudden movement. When she was She-Hulk, Jennifer rarely felt worry or stress- except when the monster had to poop. That was always a bad sign. One of the things she’d found out the hard way about transforming between woman and beast was that She-Hulk’s bladder and bowels were quite a bit bigger than Jennifer Walters’. A quantity of pee that she found difficult to hold as Jennifer would only be about a third of She-Hulk’s capacity, and on the flip side, if she needed to poop as She-Hulk, that urge would only get more intense when she shrunk back down.
That was why Jennifer found herself dreading what would happen when the fight was over and the time came for her to return to her normal form. If she already felt desperate to go, it wasn’t going to be pretty when the capacity of her colon was slashed in half, if not smaller. She’d had accidents in the past for exactly that reason- one minute smashing up bad-guys, the next rushing to the bathroom with a hand clenched to her butt and not always making it in time. But here, on a mission to save the most important little kid on the planet and surrounded by some of earth’s most powerful heroes, sounded like a particularly bad time to do it.
She was so preoccupied with her bowels that Jennifer barely even noticed a man run around the corner. He was tall- well, tall by human standards, but she still towered over him- with more than a little grey in his hair, and in his hands he carried a long, black rifle. He looked up at her with that expression she'd grown so used to over the years (had she grown to love it? She liked to tell herself that she had not but oh that was a lie): pure, uncensored fear. The poor bastard had probably come to work today expecting an easy ride, and now he was facing down a green woman with enough muscle to crush his skull between her thumbs.
He rose his gun at her from no more than a few metres away, hands shaking.
"Cute," Jennifer said. She grabbed him by the hair and flung him across the room. The rifle went sprawling, and she went to it, snapping it squarely in two with her heel. Her bowels grumbled again and this time she allowed them a long, slightly wet fart.
“Sorry about that,” she said insincerely, as the smell began to fill the room, “I’d recommend you don’t come after me. Oh, and try not to breathe through your nose”.
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Lucia hit the roof hard, barely putting hr hands out in time to cushion the blow and save her head from smacking into the gravel. The crunch below her as she landed was sickening. Head still spinning, she turned to try and see what was happening, but her eyes caught barely a flash of red and blue before whatever it was was gone. She couldn’t remember exactly how she’d gotten from the ground to the roof, but it had felt like being on a fairground ride that shot you straight up in a line. She turned and crawled towards the edge, scraped palms leaving dots of blood behind, and peered cautiously down at the ground. There was no sign of whatever had lifted her up there, nor of the metal woman. And it had been a woman, she knew that now, not Iron Man at all but something very much like him. And she had been standing right there. Which meant one, or possibly both, of them had gone into the building.
That realisation spurred her into action. Maybe she could still save her job, if she acted quickly. She felt behind her for her radio and could not detect its presence strapped to her waist. Lucia spotted it down on the ground, in at least three separate pieces. Her gun was nowhere to be seen. She scrambled painfully to her feet and backed away from the edge, looking around for some way down. She was sure there was a ladder somewhere- there had to be- but the building was huge and she hadn’t been working there anywhere near long enough to know all the exits and entrances. She could feel blood trickling down from her kneecap, which thankfully felt no more than bruised. Hopping down onto a lower section of roof, she limped across towards the back of the factory, where she knew the boss’s office was. She’d never met him, nor gone anywhere near his headquarters, but surely that was her best bet of finding a way back inside.
She arrived at a courtyard where the workers were allowed to smoke in their breaks. It was a perfect square of bleak grey, surrounded by high walls on all sides, the only colour being the red of the bins in each corner of a pit of cold dullness. Of course! Surely there would be some people out here at this time of day. It didn’t take her long to spot them- three men huddled together, each holding a cigarette and murmuring to each other. Lucia recognised one of them- a guard, Markus’ assistant. The others were from the factory, judging by their uniforms. Lucia opened her mouth to call out to them…
And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. A figure dressed in black was crouched on the roof on the other side of the courtyard, eye-to-eye with Lucia, taking cover behind a ventilation unit. Lucia was just close enough to see that it was a woman, and a young one at that, with goggles resting on her forehead over dark hair. The second thing she realised was that the woman was aiming a longbow right at her, arrow loaded and stretched back ready to fire. In that moment, Lucia’s courage broke. Her knees felt weak, and her bowels turned to water. The girl shook her head as if to say I’d be quiet if I were you.
Unable to think of anything else to do, Lucia nodded shakily. She backed away, lifted her fingers to her mouth and mimed zipping her lips closed. The girl across the roof smiled at her- not a kind smile, but one of someone who knows they have won.
Then she lowered her bow and fired at the three unaware men on the ground, and the courtyard erupted into smoke.
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Kate didn’t wait for her smoke-tipped arrow to hit the target before she reached behind and fumbled for another. As she loaded the next missile into her bow, she saw the first land squarely in the middle of the three men- precisely where she had been aiming. There would have been little point in trying to strike a man with a smoke bomb, unless the goal was to give him blood poisoning. She lowered her goggles and suddenly she was seeing not smoke but figures, three human shapes illuminated in bright colours. In the cold of northern Slokovia, thermal detection was even easier than Kate was used to. They were staggering around, trying to flee but utterly unable to find a way out of the cloud of grey that had encapsulated the whole place. She fired swiftly, almost in one fluid motion, one, two, three. The arrows struck one man squarely in the thigh, the second in the left buttock and the third in the hip. All three were on the ground in seconds. Three arrows, perfect shots.
The smoke cleared after a few moments and Kate looked for the woman across the roof. She had vanished, which Kate had expected. Smart chick. Kate lifted her goggles again and dropped smartly to the floor, feeling a fullness in her bladder that was getting harder and harder to ignore by the second. But she had a job to do. She retrieved her arrows from the three unconscious men and loaded them back in her quiver. According to Fury, they would be out for at least an hour. That was enough time. She reached behind herself and fished a wedgie out of her buttcrack. A voice crackled in her ear.
“Agent Hawkeye, you good?”
Kate groaned internally. “It’s just Hawkeye, Kamala,” she said again.
“Who’s Kamala? This is Agent Ms Marvel”
“Can’t it just be Agent Marvel?”
“Are you crazy?” the voice in her ear said, “how will we know whether you mean me or the Captain?”
“She could be Agent Captain,” Kate suggested, approaching a door to the inside.
“Agent Captain,” Kamala repeated in disbelief, “Am I the only one here who’s ever read a comic book before?” |
Episode Three
Chapters Four and Five
The guards barely knew it was coming, a blur in the shadows that was gone as soon as it arrived. Three heads turned as one towards the source of the movement and six eyes saw nothing there at all. The room stood exactly as it always had been, dusty and damp and dank and empty but for themselves.
“What was that?”
The taller man blinked, craning his neck to look over the rows of desks and machinery and around the room. “You saw it too?”
“I saw something. No idea what, though”.
The tall man, a skinhead with a dark beard, pointed towards the farthest wall. “Borisov, sweep left. I’ll go right”.
They split into two and started to move down the aisles at either side of the room, but he didn’t get far before something shifted again. This time it was even more brief, even swifter. He froze on the spot. A casual observer might have dismissed it as a trick of the light, but by this point he was far beyond a casual observer. He was starting to scare.
“There, again!” he said, pointing his gun towards the corner where he had seen something as if he would be able to simply shoot the shadows and solve the problem. It had only been fleeting, but he was sure on this second viewing that there was something there indeed. “Mikelson, get the lights,” he ordered.
“But sir, the boss’s instructions were very clear-“
“The lights, Mikelson,” the tall man growled, trying and failing not to let the fear show in his voice.
There was no further argument from Mikelson. The tall man heard footsteps behind him, but didn’t dare look back, didn’t dare take his eyes away from where it- wherever it was- had been. A moment later, the overhead lights clicked into life, illuminating most of the room with a dim glow. The lights were slowly dying, and replacements for this strange kind of bulb were in short supply, so Markus had told them quite plainly to leave them off unless they were needed for work. But Markus wasn’t around right now, and it was hard to care about saving energy when there was something rustling in the shadows a few feet away. With the power on, it was a little easier to see, but the weak light didn’t quite reach into the far corners of the room. The man squinted and could just about make out the back wall, but there was no sign of anything, human or animal. Unless they had simultaneously imagined something moving, the culprit was behind some of the equipment.
On the left, Borisov took another step forward. His rifle shook in his hand.
“Careful,” the man warned, not sure if his colleague was being brave or stupid, powered by a sudden burst of adrenaline, “don’t get too close”.
Borisov nodded, but the tall man got the impression that he was barely listening. He seemed to be trying to peer around the corner, and from the man’s angle he was slowly growing closer and closer. He was almost there. He took one more step-
An arm, almost too dark to see, shot out from behind the metal and a clawed hand closed around the barrel of the gun. The arm yanked back and Borisov did not let go, being pulled with it, down and out of sight. No gunshot came; there was only a yelp of surprise and then a heavy, tinny thud. Before the man had time to react, something flew across the room and struck Mikelson squarely in the chest. He was instantly lit up in electric blue, crying out in pain and sinking to his knees. The current wasn’t just flowing through him- it was enveloping him, flashing visibly across his body.
The tall man had seen enough. He got down, taking cover behind the closest desk. He could hear the impact of Mikelson hitting the floor. For a moment, the room was deadly silent once again, and the man raised his gun in anticipation. His palms were starting to sweat. Nervously, he cocked his head just enough to check if the safety was on (it wasn’t).
Then he noticed the shadow on the ground below him. He looked up, lifting his rifle, but too slowly. It charged at him in a blur, pouncing off the desk and onto his body before he could squeeze the trigger, and the last thing he saw was a pair of white eyes before everything went black.
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Shuri left him there, crumpled in a heap in the corner. She took his gun and went back to pick up the other one, the one she had taken off of the man he’d called Borisov.
“I will be taking these, thank you,” she told his unconscious form, trampling his radio with one unusually strong foot. Next, she went to the man by the light switch and confiscated his gun, too. She opened the door to leave, paused, and flicked the lights off before she closed the door behind her.
“Guards are taken out in the East Wing,” Shuri said, holding a finger up to her earpiece like Fury had shown them, “Widow’s Bite worked like a charm”.
“Good,” came Pepper’s voice, “don’t waste them, though. Maria told me they’ve been out of production for at least eight years, there aren’t many left”.
Shuri was barely listening. By the room she’d just left was a filing cabinet that towered at least seven feet tall. It was too heavy for a normal human to move easily, but she pulled it down with ease and let it fall against the door. She may have stolen the guns, but she didn’t want the guards coming after her when they woke up all the same.
As she moved inwards, deeper into the facility, she passed a worker’s bathroom to her left. She was sorely tempted to pay it a visit; her bladder had been full for most of the day. Not wanting to delay the mission, though, she pushed on, ignoring the twinge in her abdomen. She couldn’t bear the thought of screwing things up just because she went for a pee.
“I’m Wakandan,” she said into her earpiece, “I do not waste”.
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Kamala slipped in beneath a fire exit, through the narrow crack between metal and tarmac. It was a tight squeeze, impossible for any other human not named Scott Lang or Hope van Dyne, but Ms Marvel was used to tasks like this one and within moments she found herself standing, only a little out of breath, in an empty room. The idea, which she had thought of herself and proposed to Pepper and Carol in her outdoor voice on the helicopter ride over, was that any guards who had already been alerted to the presence of the other women would probably have come here to guard the generator room. Their backs, she assumed, would be facing away from the fire exit- the one door in the room that, as far as they knew, nobody could get in or out of.
Even in a run-down old place in the middle of Sokovia, Justin Hammer had at least been sure to reinforce his security. Kamala was no expert on doors but one glance from the outside told her that even She-Hulk would probably struggle to break down this thing- not that she’d seen much of the mysterious She-Hulk at all. Jennifer had remained Jennifer right up until the moment she had jumped from that helicopter. By the time Kamala had peered over the edge, struck somewhere between awe and terror, all she could see was a decidedly green dot on the ground starting to charge towards the compound. Only moments later, Kamala had leapt out herself, stretching her body out into a parachute shape to slow the fall until she could land safely. She’d tried to get a glimpse of Jennifer then, too, but to no avail; the woman (the beast) must already have found a way inside.
If she was honest, Kamala had to say that she was more than a little disappointed. She had been too young to really get what was going on back when the original Hulk ruled. He was another one of her heroes, along with Carol and Tony Stark and Captain America and the rest. When he’d thrown down in the Battle of New York, or taken on half of Thunderbolt Ross’s army by himself, she hadn’t truly understood just how awesome it was. By the time that, finally, she’d fallen in love with these heroes and the things they’d done to save the world, ‘The Incredible Hulk’ had been pretty much finished. She’d heard the stories- knew that he’d flown off after Sokovia, turned into Banner and been that way since, at least until Professor Hulk turned up not long after the snap. And that was cool with her. She liked Banner, and she liked Professor Hulk, but it wasn’t the same. There was always a little part of Kamala that was sad that she’d missed the Hulk in his prime, and she still held out hope that watching Jennifer in action would make up for that a little.
But this wasn’t the time to reminisce. She had people to impress here, and the last thing she wanted was for them to think they could win this fight without her. She was the youngest there, younger even than Kate, who was technically old enough to do whatever she wanted. And if Pepper started to suspect that they didn’t absolutely need Kamala, well… she could decide it wasn’t worth the risk and send her home. That was no option for Kamala. So she felt a bit let down when she re-inflated herself to find the room totally empty. There were generators here, all right, and her job was to shut them down, but not a guard in sight. Had they all been lured away to try and fight off her teammates? The thought made Kamala smile. No matter how much Nick had tried to drill into her head the idea that all missions were dangerous, that she should never let her guard down and that any one of them could be put in serious trouble at any moment, she couldn’t help laughing at the idea of a gaggle of barely-trained guards running around the place trying to take on Tony Stark’s most advanced suit, the world’s deadliest archer and a Hulk. Even if these dumbasses somehow got past one of them, Captain Marvel would sweep up like they were nothing.
All that meant that Kamala had one job and one job only: to get the generators off. Carol’s logic was that most, if not all, of Hammer’s defences would run on electricity. The guards needed power to protect the factory and, more importantly, protect their boss- wherever he was cowering. The six women who had just landed there needed no such power. Pepper’s suit was the only electronic item in sight and she had more than enough power in her Arc Reactor to last several days. This gave them a crucial advantage. The only problem was that Kamala Khan had no idea how to turn off a generator.
To make matters worse, she needed to poop. She hadn’t been since her close call in New York the day of the attack, when she’d almost shit her pants outside a port-a-potty. Since then there had just been no time, or perhaps she’d been to nervous. She hadn’t realised she had to drop a deuce until after they were already loaded into the helicopter, but the urge had come on quickly and not very pleasantly. Already, she wasn’t sure if holding it until they regrouped was going to be a possibility. There were bound to be plenty of bathrooms in this place- she just needed to find one to sneak away to at the earliest opportunity.
Kamala let a fart out to relieve some of the pressure as she approached the nearest generator and bent down. Squatting only made her need to go ven worse, and she could have sworn she felt her hole flexing in anticipation.
"Not yet," she said warily, "this suit isn't built for heavy loads". |
“You think this is it?”
“This is it,” Carol said, “I’m sure of it. Makes too much sense not to be”.
“What makes you say that?” Pepper asked, finally letting her helmet retract into the neck of her suit. She looked a far cry from the woman who had run Stark Industries for a time; her eyes were puffy and red, like she’d barely slept in days- which was true.
“Well, for one thing, it’s pretty much the only damn room in this place that hasn’t been searched,” Carol pointed out, “and for another… just look at it”.
Even Pepper had to admit that Carol had a point on that one. The door was built with what appeared to be fine mahogany, a far cry from the dull metals that made up most of the others in these ancient ironworks. Proudly displayed on a golden plaque embedded into the wood were a few words. Neither of them had the linguistic skills to decipher it, but they both agreed that it probably said that this was the manager’s office. Carol’s instinct had been to charge in and take him down right away. Only with some convincing from Pepper had she relented and agreed to wait for the rest of the team.
“I’ve sent the others our location,” Pepper said, “they should be here any minute now”.
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Jennifer knew she was getting closer. The signal Pepper had sent to her radio couldn't have come from more than a few dozen feet away. She pushed through another heavy iron door, quite ignoring the salient fact that it was locked. It led her to another empty room, filled with cold, unused machinery in lieu of humans.
She-Hulk's bowels gurgled again and she didn't hesitate to force out another wet, heavy fart. It rasped out between her cheeks and left her tight hole feeling moist, but her belly satisfied. She wasn't looking forward to what would happen when she eventually reverted to human form. There was no chance little Jennifer would be able to hold the same volume of poop that the monster could. The only option was to find somewhere to take a dump before she changed. Maybe there was a human-sized toilet around here somewhere she could ruin...
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Kate heard Carol and Pepper before she saw them, talking openly about some door. That meant one of two things: either they were idiots, or the coast was clear. They sounded like they weren't far, either, just around the corner from where Kate was approaching. Before she rounded the bend, she halted. Her bladder felt at least half-full, and still hadn't been for a shit in days. And here, right here, was a quiet corner where she could relieve herself in peace, all without anyone knowing...
Almost as soon as it had arrived, Kate pushed the thought away. She couldn't start going to the bathroom on the floor. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. Kate had no problems using the floor as a bathroom, nor had she ever hesitated to do so before when the urge hit her. The problem was the risk of being caught by her new team. And that was unlikely to go down well.
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Shuri kept her eyes peeled for a woman's bathroom, but to no avail. She passed men's bathrooms, two of them in fact, but nowhere a lady could go and get some relief. In other circumstances, if things were a little more desperate, she would surely consider ducking into one of those. But she was still more than a little ashamed after peeing backstage during the battle in New York, and she didn't want to do anything to further the idea she was quickly gaining in her own head that she still had the bladder of a little girl.
Whatever was wrong, Shuri could only hope that it wouldn't take long to resolve. The sooner they found a clean women's bathroom, the happier- and drier- she would be.
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True to character, Kamala was the last to arrive. She slipped through a half-open door to find her five teammates already waiting, gathered around a heavy wooden door with a golden plaque. Her bowels still gurgled on; her quest to find a potty before meeting with them had proven fruitless.
"This the right door?" she asked, trying not to let on that she had to go number two.
"Pretty sure," Carol said, "we were just waiting for everyone before we went in".
"Then let's go," Shuri encouraged, "if the bastard is in there, we'll overpower him".
Nobody had any arguments with this, and it was Pepper who stepped up to do the honours. Her metal-coated hand clasped around the brass doorknob, squeezing tightly, and she turned. It flung open easily- unlocked, and Kamala couldn't pretend she wasn't at least a little surprised. In the comic books, things were rarely this easy. But it only took a few seconds of a glance around to realise that she had spoken too soon.
The office was totally empty. This was where the boss worked, alright, but that was where their intel had stopped being accurate. There was little doubt that they had the right room, judging by the expensive-looking computer on the desk, the moose's head mounted to the wall and the sink in one corner. But there wasn't a living soul in there with them, nor was there anywhere someone could possibly be hiding.
Instead there was a note; just a piece of paper left in front of the keyboard. Kamala must have seen it first because she stepped towards it before anyone else, belly still grumbling irritably. It had just one word, scrawled on it in messy handwriting.
Poof.
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Episode Four
“I still don’t see why we have to walk, like, fifty miles to get to this guy’s house,” Kamala grumbled, stepping over the trunk of a fallen tree, “what’s wrong with driving up to the front door?”
“We are,” Kate reminded her, “or, at least, Pepper and Carol are. We’re here as backup”.
“And there’s a good chance the place has been booby trapped,” Shuri pointed out. The three of them had only been trekking through the forest for ten minutes, but it had felt like far longer. Their job was to follow the GPS data S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent them until they reached the backyard of the mansion belonging to the factory manager. Pepper’s logic was that if he wasn’t at work, he would probably be there- and even if he wasn’t home, they would be sure to find something useful. She’d taken Carol by car towards the front of the house and She-Hulk was approaching from the west. The idea was simple: even if he heard them coming, there would be nowhere he could escape to.
Kamala threw her stick, watching it wistfully until it landed some twenty feet in front of them. Her arm snaked out, ten times its usual length, and picked up the branch to toss it again. She’d been at it ever since they’d started walking. It was like watching a dog play fetch with herself.
“Anyway,” Kate said, trying not to let Kamala’s superhuman fiddling distract her, “we should be almost there. I’m pretty sure it’s that fence“. She pointed towards a row of dark wooden panels in the distance.
“We’re going to have a job getting through those bushes without being seen or heard,” Shuri said. She was nervously eyeing up the ten-foot hedge that bordered the garden. They looked plenty thick, with the mansion looming in the background.
Kate rested her bow against the trunk of a nearby oak tree. “Speaking of bushes, watch my back for a second,” she said, “I gotta take a leak before we do this thing”.
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“So, do you think she’ll be in there?”
It was the first time either woman had spoken since they’d dropped Jennifer off half a mile back and pulled onto the country road. The car- lent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to help the six heroes look as inconspicuous as possible while still all fitting in one vehicle- had been tense throughout the drive. Finding the office empty had seriously thrown a curveball their way, and Pepper still seemed to be recovering. It was a bleak Sokovian day, seeming to be on the edge of raining almost permanently. Miss Potts took a long time to respond.
“No,” she sighed, sounding depressed, “I don’t think she will. I never expect anything to be that easy anymore”.
“You might be surprised,” Carol said. She wasn’t used to being the one tasked with lightening the mood, and it showed.
Pepper flicked the indicator down to turn left. “Carol, I’d love nothing more than for my daughter to be sitting in that building unharmed right now,” she said, “but I’m not getting my hopes up, you know? We know this guy is close to Hammer. That’s all. We don’t even know his real name”.
“Even if she’s not, there’s gotta be something we can use in there”.
“That’s what Fury thinks, too,” Pepper said.
“I trust his judgement,” Carol said, “don’t you?”
Pepper blinked. “I have to trust him,” she said, “if I don’t, my chances of getting Morgan back go from fair to non-existent”.
Carol didn’t know what to say to this. Being comforting, keeping the faith- these weren’t her strong suits. She could take down a warship in a matter of seconds, but worried mothers were slightly more tricky. And she needed to poop, although she wasn’t about to disclose that fact to Pepper. It was a growing feeling of discomfort in her gut that had shown no sign of letting up for several hours. With any luck, the house would be empty, the search swift and she could use the bathroom before they escaped. If things were any more complicated than that, Carol knew that things could get much worse before they got better for her bowels.
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Jennifer was in real trouble, and she knew it. She'd found the mansion with no trouble at all- at her size, a half-kilometre walk wasn't exactly taxing- and, as predicted, there had been no locals in the forest to spot her. She'd reached her assigned position way ahead of schedule, found a good place to stay out of sight, and waited for Pepper to get in touch to tell her that it was time to move in. The problem, then, wasn't the mission.
The problem was her bowels. They were painfully full, volatile and incredibly gassy, and the situation was getting worse by the minute. It had taken a minor miracle not to stink the car out, and after a drive spent clenching her cheeks painfully closed, she'd practically erupted into monster farts the second she stepped away from the vehicle. That flow of gas had pushed the heavy load inside of her even closer to the exit. Even if she stayed as She-Hulk, she knew she couldn't hold it in much longer. If, as was a very real possibility, she turned back into Jennifer... well, that wouldn't be pretty. She-Hulk-sized turds were decidedly thicker than her petit human anus could usually allow.
She knew it was now or never. Any second now, the signal would come from Pepper to get her ass in gear, and then there'd be no time to waste. Speaking of waste...
Jennifer made up her mind there and then. She squatted, lowered her waistband and, with a glance around to check for people, let go. She barely had to push- just relieving some of the intensity with which she was trying to hold back did enough. Her asshole flexed and a monster log crowned, slipping out quickly and hitting the leaves below with a crunch. The feeling of relief was almost orgasmic, but there was plenty more where that came from.
Jennifer let out a moan- and she was interrupted by a familiar voice in her earpiece, not Pepper but Carol.
"Okay, it's time," Carol said, "move in, everyone".
Jennifer swore under her breath. She glanced down to see the enormous, steaming brown log between her legs. It was comfortably thrice the size of a usual human poop, and no more than a quarter of what she was holding inside her. The rest would have to wait. She stood and, pulling her pants back up, painfully forced her hole closed. The second log was knocking at the door, and it took a great deal of will to keep it inside.
She held up a thick, green finger to her ear, hoping the pain wasn't evident in her voice.
"On my way," she said, "I'll see you in there".
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Shuri took the lead, able to move faster and more gracefully than her colleagues. She pulled out in front of Kamala, picking up into a run, and Kate, who was still refastening her hastily pulled-up pants. The archer had been just about to let rip before Carol’s signal, and had yanked her jeans back into place, cursing her luck. Shuri, used to running ahead of the pack, had no trouble reaching the fence first. There was no keeping count of how many times she had watched her late brother, T'Challa, charging into battle like this, and through him she had learned the true secret.
He had taught her that it did not truly matter whether she was fast, agile or physically strong. Such attributes were useful in combat, of course, but leadership was something else entirely. By the time that their father died, he had been growing into an old man, heavier and slower than ever before- and yet he had never lost the respect of his people. Almost all of the army King T'Chaka commanded remained fiercely loyal to him until the end. T'Challa had explained to Shuri more than once that the true path to becoming the Black Panther was confidence. If he or she who wore the mask ran towards danger with the belief that they were certain to come out alive at the other end, people would follow them into anything. And for that reason, Shuri didn't even need to look back as she sprinted to know that Kate and Kamala were on her trail.
The fence came at her before she knew it, and Shuri vaulted it smartly, landing softly on her feet. The landing was plenty graceful, save for one minor detail: as she hit the leaves below with a crunch, the bend in her knees contracted her bowels lightly and a soft fart slipped out. It rumbled and vibrated against the ass of her suit, but Shuri ignored it. It was just the latest in a line of several signs that she needed to use the bathroom soon. Clearly, there was no time for that here or now, so she put the thought at the back of her mind like Kate had done.It felt safe to assume that neither of the other women had heard the muffled noise.
Just as they were landing behind her, Shuri was making a pathway through the hedge ahead. The Princess was sincerely aware that she was at something of an automatic advantage. After years of practice using this suit to fight against all sorts of evils, wearing it was second nature to her. Kate, on the other hand, had to run and climb with a bow and heavy quiver strapped to her back, while Kamala- when she was in her regular, unstretched form- often looked as though she'd never run before in her life, with the awkward and gangly way her legs moved. Even with bowels full of poop that wouldn't wait around for long, Shuri was easily the fastest.
They soon emerged into a garden that looked very much like the one they'd seen on Fury's satellite images. It was a huge open space, grand enough to match the massive mansion that now towered over them just thirty or so metres away. An extravagant pond took up one corner, presumably brimming with expensive Koi. And there was an outhouse. They didn't have many of those back in Wakanda, but Shuri recognised it immediately. It was only a small wooden shack, and yet she knew that inside was a toilet, commonplace in Sokovia. Her colon begged her to nip in and empty it into the hole. There was no time for that, so she ignored it. The outhouse had to be ancient anyway: there was just no chance that a house so expensive didn't have at least two indoor bathrooms. The younger, less focused side of Shuri hoped she could just take a dump in one of those instead.
Checking that the other two women were right behind her, Shuri crouched low and started to approach the house. She understood better than anyone the importance of being prepared for any scenario. Carol had told them that they were entering the house on the assumption that nobody was home. Shuri didn't like to make assumptions. For all she knew, someone was in there waiting to try and kill them, and she wasn't ready to make it easy for them.
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No matter how many times she went through the same bizarre process, Jennifer Walters never got used to the effect it had on her digestive system. In her life as a regular human, she’d always been small and mousy, and big poops were a rarity. She could probably have counted on her fingers the number of times she’d done anything large enough to be hard to flush, and those were only ever as a result of food poisoning or holding for too long. She-Hulk was different. When she was green, her entire internal anatomy seemed to twist and warp to the extent that her organs were barely recognisable from their human form. That meant that she needed more food to energise herself… and that food had to come out somewhere.
And that, she reflected as she charged through the thick wooden gate that led into the target’s garden, was a tricky situation for a girl who was too heavy to sit on most toilets. Usually, if nature called while she was in this form, options were limited to either finding a place to squat outside or holding it until she could shrink back to her regular size. But that posed problems of its own, not least because her human bowels were simply far too small to hold a Hulk-sized dump. And at that moment in time, a Hulk-sized dump was exactly what she needed- and badly.
The garden was enormous, and gave off the immediate impression of a homeowner with more money than they knew what to do with. Slightly overgrown bushes dotted the place and a faux river ran through the centre, crowned by an elaborate water feature that seemed to have been turned off. There were plenty of sorely tempting places where Jennifer knew she could duck down and unload, but before she had the chance to let her bowels talk her into it, she was interrupted by rustling coming from across the yard. She looked up in time to see Shuri standing there, crouched down, having emerged noiselessly from the hedges that lined the perimeter. Kamala Khan was pushing through the branches in a decidedly clumsy fashion. Bishop took up the rear, bow pulled and ready, keeping her body low to the ground. Just looking at her stance made Jennifer want to poop where she stood.
But that would hardly have been appropriate, so she clenched her huge green cheeks even tighter and started down her assigned route, barely acknowledging the other three women. Her brief had been to squeeze down a narrow alley (narrow for her, not for normal people) and try to enter through a side door they’d found on the satellite images. Carol and Pepper had been tasked with taking care of the alarm. If they’d managed it, there would be no indication that Jennifer had torn off the door, nor that Shuri was using a Wakandan lock pick to slide aside the glass back door.
Within seconds she was standing in a luxurious, empty kitchen. But straight away she knew something wasn’t right. For a start, everything was packed away. It reminded her of a house that was in-between owners. There was a dishwasher and a laundry machine and a refrigerator with an ice cube dispenser, but there was no toaster or microwave that she could see, and there were cupboards, but her instincts told her that there would be nothing behind the doors. As a lawyer, Jennifer often found herself noticing things that most people would overlook. This didn’t fall under that category. Even a child could see that this was a house that hadn’t been lived in for quite some time.
The back door had only slowed Shuri and company down by a few seconds, so by the time Jennifer had her bearings she could already hear their voices from somewhere that sounded no more than a couple of rooms away. Jennifer’s bowels grumbled angrily again. She reached behind her with a timidness uncharacteristic of a Hulk and squeezed one of her cheeks, hoping to soothe the aching desperation. It did very little to help. The urge was still a powerful one, and her hole was still stretching, desperate to keep pushing out logs.
Jennifer forced that to the back of her mind. They needed to search the house; there were all sorts of possibilities. It could be booby-trapped, it could be an ambush- there was even a small chance that Morgan could be here… and that was clearly the most important thing on her mind.
Ploughing through the heavy pain in her stomach, Jennifer moved as gracefully as possible onto the next room, ducking beneath the frame so as to not hit her head. She found herself in a long corridor, which seemed to lead towards the front of the house. Out on one side was a small bathroom, barely bigger than a closet. With the door cracked open, she saw a toilet and sink, but nothing that looked temporary. She knew that her weight would crush the toilet, but there was another option- if she could find a few minutes to herself while nobody was looking.
That wouldn't be for a while, though, so Jennifer groaned and kept moving. |
Shuri was way past needing the bathroom by the time she stepped inside the house. At that point, she was full-on desperate. Her bowels, heavy and stuffed, were one thing... but her bladder was quite another. It felt fit to burst, not helped by the tight vibranium suit that hugged her waist. Not for the first time, she wished she had designed something a little less tight-fitting for herself. Baggy clothes weren't very superhero, but at least they didn't make her want to pee her pants every couple of hours.
She led Kamala towards the stairs, while Kate kept low. There was no sign yet of Pepper or Carol, and Shuri wasn't sure whether to worry about that or not. No alarms had sounded as far as she was aware, so she pressed on towards the first floor. Each step was a dagger in her bladder, with the weight of all that pee sloshing around in there only making it harder to hold it in. It was all she could do to keep moving, when what she really wanted was to hold herself tight, dance around or, better yet, find a toilet to relieve herself into.
"Gods, I have to pee so bad," she moaned when they reached the top of the stairway.
Kamala pressed the heel of her palm into the top of her crotch. "Me too," she said, "you think there's a bathroom around here?"
"There must be, somewhere," Shuri decided, "but we need to search every room in order. We can't have anyone sneaking up behind us". Reluctantly, she opened the first door to her right, which lead into what seemed to be the master bedroom. It made sense, when she thought about it, that the owner would want the closest room to the rest of the house.
This room, too, looked barely lived-in. The bed was king-sized and neatly made, the wardrobes huge, and there was a widescreen TV hanging on the wall opposite where the sleeper's head would go. Shuri looked down and saw an immaculately clean carpet. There were no signs of a struggle, not in here nor anywhere else they'd seen so far in the house. But it wouldn't do to leave the job half-done. She wanted to search thoroughly, to make sure they didn't miss anything. Even a tiny detail could prove crucial to finding Morgan. Slowly, carefully, Shuri crossed the room.
All the while her bladder was screaming at her to abandon the search and go find a toilet. She felt it with every movement she made; her sphincter was struggling to stay shut. It only made matters worse that she had to poop, too- the combined mass of her eager-to-escape waste made her feel twenty pounds heavier, and that meant she wasn't nearly as ready for a fight as she would have liked. All that could be done was to hope nothing started a brawl. There was no chance her bursting bladder could withstand anything more physical than a brisk walk.
The first wardrobe she opened came up empty. When she pulled aside the door of the second, something big and heavy fell out and slumped onto the floor. Leaping back, she realised what it was: a man, lifeless, his features ghostly pail. That was when Shuri's bladder let go. She didn't know whether it was the shock of the shape almost falling on her or the fear of seeing a dead body. Shuri just knew that she was peeing her pants, and she couldn't stop it. Hot liquid soaked her crotch and started to stream down her legs, saturating her underwear beneath that tough black suit.
Once the flow had begun, it would not be interrupted. Shuri could only stand there, flushing with shame, as a puddle started to form beneath her feet. She had to admit it felt more than a little good to finally let go of the pressure that had been building. Still, she was a superhero, and it seemed she was making a habit out of urinating in places unbecoming of her status. She tried to cut off the tide and found that it was no good. So Shuri sighed and finished wetting herself instead.
Her partner must have heard the thump of the body hitting the floor, because she appeared in the room a moment later, just as Shuri's leak was finally running dry. The girl herself looked as desperate as Shuri had felt; she danced into the room uneasily and twisted her legs into knots that would have been impossible for any other human as soon as she came to a stop. It only took her a couple of seconds to spot the body on the ground.
Kamala gasped. "You know who that guy is?"
"No, but I'm guessing Pepper will".
Only then did Kamala notice that there was a sizeable puzzle beside the dead man, and directly beneath Shuri. She nodded at the stain. "So, you didn't make it, huh?"
Shuri blushed even further. "No, he startled me when he fell. Please don't tell anyone," she pleaded.
The sweet girl just gave her a smile. "I won't, if you don't tell anyone about this". Kamala rounded the bed, heading towards the far corner of the room. "I can't hold it in any longer, and I know you can keep a secret, so I'm just gonna go right ahead and do it here".
Before Shuri could say a word, Kamala unzipped her suit somewhere down the back and peeled off the top half. Beneath she wore nothing but a bra, but the girl's curvy figure didn't make Shuri shy. She knew she should look away as Kamala peeled her underwear aside and unleashed a torrent of pee onto a patch of the carpet that nobody was likely to look too closely at. Shuri decided to give her some privacy.
The last thing she heard before she left the room was a relieved moan and Kamala asking nobody in particular if she could get away with shitting in there, too.
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With the whole ground floor thoroughly searched, the women regrouped at the top of the stairs to assess their next move. Carol and Pepper had been unable to get through the front door without risking being seen, but once it was established that the house was empty, Jennifer had let them in through a side gate. Kate, trained by the best in the art of paranoia, had insisted on checking just about everything for a hidden passageway or trapdoor that could lead to a cellar. What felt like half an hour later, she'd eventually conceded that no such basement existed.
One of the benefits of Wakandan technology being woven into her suit was that there was no way Shuri's colleagues could tell she'd had an accident. Her crotch was already dry. Back home they used that fast-drying technology in plenty of garments, usually for people who worked jobs where they were likely to sweat a lot. She'd had a very different use for it in mind when designing her Black Panther outfit. It had come in useful a few times.
Kamala, of course, knew what Shuri had done, but the girl wasn't likely to tell anyone given that she herself had left a sizeable puddle on the floor. The rest of the group had seen the dead man- Pepper had identified that it was, indeed, the one they'd been looking for- but none of them had paid any attention to the dark patch in the corner of the carpet. For that Shuri was grateful, as it avoided any questions that might expose her part in events. She didn't mind the others knowing that she'd wet herself, but not while they were on a mission. That conversation could surely wait until they weren't in a strange house searching for Pepper's daughter.
To make matters worse, with her bladder emptied, Shuri's full bowels had become even more of a problem. Now there was only one urgent need for her body to focus on. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in. All she needed to do was hang on until they had finished their business in the house, then she could excuse herself to use one of the many toilets before they left. No doubt one or two of the others would be grateful for the opportunity to do the same. But not while they were working. She loathed the idea of looking weak in front of the others, especially the adults. Kamala wasn't so bad, because the two were more similar than she'd realised, but the three grown women would probably not be impressed if Shuri took a ten-minute break at such an important time. Even Kate made her uneasy. The girl was so focused, so professional, that she seemed almost adult in her own way.
Shuri's need to poop was manifesting in just about the worst way she could imagine: gas. So far she'd gotten away with it without anyone hearing, but that was bound not to last. She'd be searching one of the seemingly endless upstairs rooms when she'd have to bend over to check beneath a bed or in a cupboard, and one would slip out. The only saving grace was that she'd been spared the ears of one of her colleagues by the simple fact that they were checking rooms individually. Nobody was in earshot when she had to let one rip, or when a fart involuntarily slipped out. And her suit was just about tight enough to keep the smell from leaking out into the house. How long that would last was anyone's guess.
When everyone was ready, Pepper gave the instructions: she would search the top floor with Carol, Kamala and Jennifer would finish checking the level they were on now... and Shuri was to keep watch outside with Kate Bishop. She swallowed nervously when she heard that. There were no toilets outside. But there seemed little point in arguing, so she followed the archer down the stairs and out towards the front of the house. They settled into position, a corner from which they could see any comings and goings without being spotted themselves. And still Shuri's stomach gurgled and groaned, and she wondered how much longer she could wait.
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Pepper Potts badly needed to use the bathroom. She'd delayed and denied it for as long as she could, but being- as she was- only human, she couldn't ignore nature's call forever. In her worry about Morgan and sheer single-minded focus on getting her back, Pepper hadn't been eating or drinking much over the last few days... but she'd had some, and that was going to need to come out somewhere. It was going to need to come out somewhere pretty soon, at both ends. She could probably hold it for a few more hours, but not much longer without a gargantuan effort.
Her bladder was at the point now where it never ceased begging for relief. Almost ever since arriving at the house, she'd felt that heavy fullness everywhere she went. It needed to be emptied so badly, enough that Pepper had started to worry about the possibility of leaking into her underwear.
If that wasn't bad enough, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had to poop so badly. She was someone who usually went number two once every two or three days, and this seemed to be one of those days. Her colon felt ready to burst.
Though she knew she was being unfair on herself, it was hard not to feel guilty. Her daughter was out there somewhere- possibly even in the immediate area- scared, alone, in danger... and Pepper was more concerned with her own bodily needs. She suspected that that was the real reason why she hadn't been to the toilet yet. It was like using the bathroom would be akin to putting her own needs in front of Morgan's. What if that delay while she was relieving herself ended up costing them valuable time? She was desperate not to slow the team down.
Then again, it wasn't like she was the only one suffering from such limitations. As a mother, she had had no problem noticing that Kamala, Shuri and even Kate had all been desperate for the bathroom at one time or another during the mission so far. It was obvious, especially in Kamala. She fidgeted a hell of a lot. The only reason she hadn't said anything was so as not to embarrass them. It stood to reason that Carol had been at least to pee a couple of times, too, and while Pepper wasn't sure exactly how the bladder and bowels of a Hulk worked, she imagined that Jennifer, too, had to use the potty at some point. She resolved to try and talk to the group about it at some point. It made sense to try and resolve the problem now, before it became a serious detriment. Not for the first time, Pepper reflected on how she never heard the Avengers talking about bathroom breaks during missions. Then again, Tony could just pee in his suit, Thor was a God, Steve a supersoldier and Natasha probably too stubborn to ever admit when she had to go.
Of course, it wasn't as if there weren't any bathrooms available in this house. There were multiple. Pepper just didn't like the idea of how it would look if she was to sneak off and take a dump in the middle of the mission. What she needed was some kind of excuse... just an excuse, then she could get back to the mission in peace, without worrying about having an accident.
But no excuse arose, and so she was forced to keep searching the house. Carol was always nearby, and the top floor was the smallest of the house. She couldn't very well lock a bathroom door without her partner noticing, and then probably asking what was up. Ideally, she could find a toilet away from the others. She knew it was going to be more than a quick poop. She'd held it longer than was healthy, and now it could take a long while to completely empty herself.
When she and Carol were both satisfied that there was nothing for them in the house, they finally headed back down the stairs, picking up Jennifer and Kamala on the way. It felt like she'd been punched in the stomach, and not just because she was dying to poop. Morgan wasn't here. She'd expected as much, but it still hurt.
When they stepped out of the house and into the driveway, where Kate and Shuri were waiting, Pepper realised she had no idea what to do next. Her body could only focus on finding a bathroom, but her brain wouldn't allow any seconds to be wasted.
"I'm getting Fury on the radio as soon as we can," she announced, "I want him to send someone over to examine the body we found inside. It could tell us something useful".
"What do we do in the meantime?" Jennifer asked.
Get to a bathroom was what Pepper wanted to say. Instead she sighed. "We lay low. Don't go anywhere where someone might recognise us. We don't want to risk giving our position away".
Back in the car, it felt more cramped than Kate remembered. She sat in the back row, with Shuri in the seat to her left. There wasn't much leg room. In front, Kamala Khan was squeezed beside Jennifer, who had shrunk back into her human form shortly after they left the mansion, as if the She-Hulk in her had known that she was no longer needed. Pepper still drove determinedly and Carol gave directions from the passenger seat. Other than her quietly announcing which exits Pepper needed to take, nobody was talking much, and Kate had a good idea why.
She couldn't think about much else other than how badly she had to poop. Her colon felt full to the brim with hard, firm mess that was constantly trying to force its way out of her. The only thing stopping a full-on accident, she was sure, was the fact that she was sitting on a car seat rather than standing up. Her suit had been built for flexibility, so it would be no use to her when it came to restraining the load that so desperately needed to come out. The car smelt of farts, but she didn't think they were hers.
Kate had tried just about everything to make it easier to hold on. First she'd attempted to distract herself mentally, but that hadn't been much good. Looking out the window was only so much help, especially when all of the surroundings felt the same. There was a limit to how powerful trees and rocks could be. So she'd resorted to fidgeting like a child, which she resented while recognising the necessity of. Her legs had been crossed for the first half of the drive, and when that hadn't worked, she'd had to pull up a leg and sit on her heel. The hard part of her foot dug into her asshole as if it was plugging her up. Still, even with all of that squirming, she knew she was nearing her limit.
She was worried about what would happen if she couldn't hang on. She'd been constipated for so long that this was bound to be a monster poop. Even Jennifer would probably be concerned if she had this much crap stuffed inside of her, Kate was sure. And if that all came out before she could get to a toilet, not only would her suit be ruined but every single one of her colleagues would be sure to notice. She couldn't afford to be the girl who dumped a massive load into her pants. She was supposed to be Hawkeye.
Eventually, she forced herself to speak up, only because the alternative was something far worse. "Hey, guys," she called, her voice carrying easily in the near-silent car, "do you think we could stop to find a bathroom soon?"
She felt embarrassed to even say it, but to Kate's enormous relief some of her colleagues eagerly seized on her suggestion. That, at least, helped her to feel a little less self-conscious.
"Yeah, can we?" Kamala asked, "I really have to go".
"Actually, I wouldn't mind a stop either," Jennifer agreed.
Pepper looked over her shoulder back at them with an expression that Kate couldn't quite read. Was it annoyance? Disappointment? Or was there an element of relief there?
"Okay," she said, after a long pause, "we'll pull over at the next gas stop, but I need you all in civilian clothes before we even think about getting out of the car. Kamala, no stretching. Jennifer, no-"
"Hulking?" Jennifer suggested. Her voice sounded strangely strained. "I wouldn't worry about that for a while".
Kate was grateful to know that they were finally stopping off somewhere, but she was still less than optimistic about her chances of making it without humiliating herself. If she farted, or rushed to be first in line, people would find out she was more desperate than she'd let on, and that was something she couldn't even think about without blushing deeply.
"We're about ten minutes away from the nearest rest stop," Carol announced from the front of the car.
Ten minutes. I can do that, Kate thought, although she wasn't so sure deep down. The only comfort was that now she was starting to wonder if some of the others might be just as desperate.
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The longest ten minutes of Jennifer Walters' life came to a creaking stop as the cramped car rolled up to the pump at a gas station a few miles out of the city. Outside the air was cold and unforgiving, the wind nipping at each window like a terrier. But Jennifer didn't care about the weather. There were a handful of Sokovians at the rest stop when they pulled up. The question was how many of them were likely to recognise any of the gaggle of women that filtered out of the vehicle when the four doors finally swung open. Pepper Potts was a famous face in America, but here? Not so much. Carol didn't spend enough time on earth to be a household name, while the three younger women were yet to build a global reputation. And as for Jennifer herself, well... when she wasn't green and 6'7", nobody ever asked her for an autograph.
She could tell just by reading faces and tones that most of the group had been struggling towards the end of the journey here. That was hardly surprising. In her understandable determination to get her daughter home safely, Pepper had completely forgotten about one crucial aspect of managing a team: their own comfort. She'd neglected to address the most basic needs of her subordinates and it showed by the way most of them waddled towards the bathrooms- not to mention the grim expressions a lot of the girls had shown in the traffic before they arrived. Jennifer knew better than anyone how they were all feeling. She'd shrunk back into human form some time ago, which in some ways was a relief; blending into the crowd was impossible while she was transformed. It left her, though, with a Hulk-sized dump trying to escape her.
The gas station was a run-down, desolate place. If not for the few faces buying petrol or stretching their legs, it would have been easy to assume that the whole structure had been abandoned for a decade or more. Through the glass, though, she could see a cashier talking to a customer, and another queueing up to pay for fuel.
It was Kate who saw the toilets first, what with her vision being streets ahead of the others: "there's only one women's bathroom," she said glumly. "We'll have to line up". As they got closer, Jennifer spotted the tiny cubicle.
That glance was enough to convince Jennifer that she had to get away. The door, half-opened, showed a single toilet in a cramped room. She couldn't, in good conscience, push to the front of the line, but she knew she couldn't wait until her turn either. So she did what years as a lawyer had prepared her for: she lied.
"Guys, I'm gonna go stretch my legs," she said, "I'll see you in a sec".
She rushed off, knowing she was running out of time. The massive poop inside of her wasn't going to wait much longer- it was urgent.
Jennifer was no stranger to crapping her pants on the comedown from She-Hulk to human, but she couldn't bare the thought of doing it in front of her new colleagues. She'd been over a year without suffering the humiliation. As a realist, though, she knew that her only option was to get out of sight of the other girls. That was the best she could hope for. So, as a monster-sized turd started to poke out of her asshole, Jennifer disappeared around the corner of the gas station.
As soon as she was sure nobody could see her, it happened.
The incredible shit that she had been straining to keep inside of her for so long finally overpowered her mind. Her colon, stuffed to the brim with a sump big enough for a Hulk, could wait no longer. Jennifer went weak at the knees. She leant against the filthy brick wall with both hands and moaned in painful relief. It was all she could do to try and make it to a grassy spot where she could squat and go, but her body couldn't even get that far. And the logs she was passing were far wider than human turds.
If anyone had heard the noise Jennifer made when her ass expanded to let the first piece of poop force its way through, they would only assume she was being screwed from behind by something massive. Her eyes rolled backwards, her mouth dropped open and drool dripped from her lips as it squeezed out of her and into the seat of her stretching pants. Once the thickest part was through her tight ring, there was nothing she could do to stop it, and the rest rushed out in seconds. It was hot and heavy, as thick as a human wrist.
The second part was even thicker, somehow, and it was around then that her bladder completely let go. Jennifer hadn't even realised that she had to piss, but as she stood there filling her pants with giant-sized craps, she felt her pussy turn warm and wet all of a sudden. A quick glance down confirmed that she was wetting herself. Jennifer did her best to shut her sphincter. She managed to stem the flow... for a second. Then another piece of poop started pushing itself out of her, and she lost control of the enormous load of pee once again.
It was only then that Jennifer Walters finally, truly gave up. She was a professional lawyer, highly respected, and somehow she had found herself standing behind a Sokovian gas station, filling her pants with shit while her pussy simultaneously soaked them with hot piss. And she was completely powerless to stop it. It was ironic, a voice in the back of her head screamed, that she could take down twenty men at once with ease but was so eagerly defeated by her own human need to use the toilet.
When she was empty, Jennifer stripped off her bottom half and started to grab handfuls of grass to rub the shit off of her thighs.
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By virtue of being the first to get out of the car, Kate Bishop somehow managed to stagger into the toilet cubicle before a line could form. She was in agony as the door locked behind her. Kate knew that there was no way she'd have been able to hold it if she'd had to wait outside, but there was too much baggage for her to dare to rush to the front. That would just be too embarrassing, so Kate was enormously relieved when nobody made any late moves to overtake her and she was allowed to get in first.
Kate was turtleheading by the time she'd finished locking the door behind her. Bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, she started to fumble with her buttons, struggling to undo the civilian jeans she wasn't used to wearing. They were tighter than she'd have preferred, with Fury and his team needing to find regular clothes as well as superhero getups for all of them at short notice. Kate needed to bend over at the waist and breathe in to try and create the space needed to get the button off, and by the time she finally managed it, she was within seconds of losing control.
In a flash, those jeans were down around her knees, followed closely by her underwear. Later she would find a pale brown stain in the seat of the pants, but she was too frantic to notice that now. Instead Kate took a few awkward steps to the toilet, span and sat down with seconds to spare. Right away a rush of pee started to flood out of her, hissing into the water below so loudly that she didn't doubt the others outside could hear it.
At the same time, the thick mass inside of her finally started to shift downwards, no longer being held back by her weakening muscles. It felt big enough to tear her open, pushing out forcefully. She doubted she could stop it if she tried.
It slid out a couple of inches- and then stopped. Kate groaned in pain. She screwed up her face and pushed, and found that nothing happened. She pushed again and shifted the log a centimetre more, but as soon as she relaxed it was sucked right back up into her again. Kate grimaced, grabbed the side rail to steady herself and tried to catch her breath.
She supposed she should have seen this coming. What with the problems she'd been having for so long with constipation, it was just her luck to get blocked up again just as she thought she wasn't even going to make it to the bathroom in time. And to make matters worse, she knew that there were people waiting outside who needed to go almost as bad as she had. Kate couldn't stand the thought that she might be the cause of an accident. The embarrassment would be far too much. So she bore down again and pushed.
Whatever she tried, though, no matter how intensely she pushed, nothing seemed to be working for Kate. She squeezed the railing even tighter with her right hand, her face flushing a deep, dark red. She put every ounce of effort she possessed into pushing. In that instant, Kate Bishop was using more concentration than she'd ever needed to during her time as Hawkeye. And yet nothing came of it. At most, the turd emerged a couple more millimetres, only to disappear back up her hole when she dared to relax for even a few seconds. It was thoroughly stuck inside.
The next time she pushed, Kate couldn't stop the noises from escaping. Usually she hated the grunting and groaning that sometimes came with forcing out a particularly difficult poop, but at times like these there was nothing else for it. She used all of her energy to try and force her muscles to push it out of her and, lost in the pain, a low grunt gurgled from her throat. The volume made her wince. There was no way the girls outside couldn't hear her, and that was the last thing she needed. They would surely figure out exactly what was going on in this tiny, cramped cubicle.
Right on cue, a knock came at the door, more weak and desperate than frantic. A second later, Shuri's voice followed from outside.
"Kate, are you okay?". A silent pause. "Could... could you try and hurry up?"
Kate felt her face flush red with humiliation. "Sorry," she replied meekly. Hawkeye never said anything meekly, usually. She felt unworthy of the name as she awaited their response, trying her best to get the log out of her. Kate tried to spread her legs wide, holding her cheeks open with the seat to try and maximise the size of the gap her hole was making. It was no good.
"Is everything okay?" Shuri asked, clearly concerned by the emotion in Kate's voice. That only made things worse. Pressure was just about the worst thing imaginable for Kate when she was blocked up. But she knew Shuri was only trying to be nice, so she replied.
"Yes, it's okay," she said, hoping the strain wasn't too obvious in her voice. "Just a minute," she lied.
"Okay, please hurry," Shuri said. The urgency was thick in her tone.
Kate knew she couldn't be the reason why one of her new colleagues had an accident. One more time, she scrunched up her face, gripped the rail so tight her knuckles turned as white as it was, and started to push.
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On the other side of that thin door, Kamala Khan wasn't fairing much better. She was doubled over in pain, barely able to think of things to say, or to articulate the words. Every square inch of effort that she still had to give was focussed on keeping her insides inside, and with every passing moment that was beginning to look like more and more of an impossible task. She watched on helplessly while Shuri pleaded with Kate to hurry up, but couldn't bring herself to join in the pandemonium. Being desperate to go was enough for Kamala to worry about without trying to also pressure her friend into hurting herself.
The only saving grace, if it could be called that, was that she didn't have to pee anymore. She'd emptied her bladder less than an hour ago, back at the house they'd searched, and since then the urge to go from that end had stayed blissfully away. But holding in pee had never been that bad for Kamala, at least not compared to trying to stop things from coming out the other end. Still, no doubt, needing to pee would have only made an already terrible situation even worse.
Nonetheless, she stood there squirming, trying to take her mind off of the urgency by wondering what the others were doing. Jennifer had immediately muttered something about stretching her legs and charged off around a corner, though Kamala was pretty sure she knew where the woman was really going. She almost wished she'd been bold enough herself to follow. It could be her around there by now, getting some relief and leaving a huge, steaming pile behind her. Instead she was here, cursing her indecisiveness and trying not to empty that pile into her underwear. It was a battle she was on the verge of losing.
Contrary to what a lot of people assumed, Kamala's powers were a long way from helpful when it came to holding in her poop. She was elastic, in many ways, which was a double-edged sword. Her bladder could stretch much further than the average human, although even that had its limits- and Kamala drank so much soda and juice that it cancelled out her larger capacity. When it came to her colon, though, she was at a disadvantage when compared to many of her colleagues. Her butt could stretch far wider and more readily than most people. That meant there was less resistance stopping the biggest poops (which Kamala's often were) from coming out.
Over time she'd experimented with plenty of holding methods and found that none of them worked. Squirming and dancing on the spot did a little to help, but crossing her stretchy legs only went so far, and sitting on her heel was more uncomfortable than useful. Alone, Kamala could buy herself some time by using her strong hands to physically hold her buttcheeks closed. There was no way she would do that in front of Carol, Jennifer and Pepper, though.
Another fart slipped out, and Kamala almost gasped aloud in surprise. She'd been leaking air like a sieve for the last few minutes, and each time they were getting worse and worse. Recently her farts had grown completely silent, which was always a bad sign. These ones meant that the poop was closer than ever to escaping- and they always smelt the worst. There was no way someone with senses as heightened as Shuri wouldn't notice what Kamala was doing. She had to rely on the fact that the Panther was just as bursting as she was, and hopefully wouldn't be able to tell which farts belonged to which woman.
"How are you doing?" Shuri asked, and for a moment Kamala didn't even realise she was being spoken to. She'd grown too caught up in the desperation, in trying her best to hang in there. When she looked up and saw that Shuri was looking concerned, Kamala answered.
"It's real bad. I don't think I can make it," she groaned, feeling more gas leak out of her butt. Kamala knew how it felt to be seconds away from messing her pants, and she was most certainly at that stage now.
"We have to try," Shuri insisted, her eyes determined, "it might not be too long now". The girl went to knock on the bathroom door again, but Kamala reached out with an arm stretching ten feet long and blocked.
"She'll be quicker if we leave her alone," Kamala whispered, "I hope".
Shuri thought about this for a second, then nodded reluctantly. Kamala almost hadn't noticed that the Wakandan looked just as desperate as she was, although they were both showing it in very different ways. While Kamala couldn't stay still, wriggling and writhing like a belly dancer, the Queen stood like a statue. Kamala wondered how many times Shuri had had to stand like that on royal duty, doing her best to look composed and calm while her insides were churning and causing her agony.
The worst cramp yet hit Kamala's belly and she had to fight the urge to crouch down. She knew that sinking to the floor would open up all the passageways she'd been trying to keep closed, and that would be the end of it.
"And what if she isn't?" Shuri asked, eyes panicked.
Kamala shook her head. "I don't even want to think about it".
Shuri felt the time she had left ticking away like a clock in her colon. She knew exactly how it felt to be on the verge of pooping in her clothes and that was where she was now. If she moved too suddenly, or in the wrong way, it would be game over. As she stood there, watching the cold, unmoving bathroom door, it took every bit of effort Shuri had to keep everything inside of her. And for her, the Black Panther, the head of the most technologically advanced country on earth, that was a whole lot of effort.
She was experiencing a sensation that was far more familiar than most of her subjects would ever have guessed- a thick log poking out of her, into her underwear. I have a tail, she thought sullenly, perhaps I am more panther than I realised. It was killer uncomfortable, and firm too, and it felt as though it might break off into her clothes if she were to move in the wrong way. She'd been in this kind of shape before, sometimes in meetings, sometimes standing on the steps of her palace... sometimes at weddings, even. It was far from fun.
It was particularly difficult for her to understand what was taking so long because the diets people held in Wakanda rarely resulted in people getting blocked up. Shuri herself could probably count on one hand the number of times she'd really struggled to poop. There they ate organically, for the most part, and there had been no such thing as western fast food until a few years ago, when her brother had opened the nation up to the rest of the world. Since then she'd tasted a few different brands, but nothing bad enough to upset her stomach like this.
When she asked Kate if she was okay one more time, driven more by desperation than anything else, the archer had finally been forced to offer up at least some of the truth. She told the two girls waiting outside that she had medical issues, which could make her constipated sometimes for weeks at a time, and that there didn't seem to be anything she could do about it save for swallow a bunch of laxatives and hope for the best. The whole explanation was delivered in a strained, grunting voice. That gave Shuri a little more sympathy, so she tried her best to go back to waiting. Unfortunately, that didn't change the fact that she was only getting more bursting with every passing minute.
Shuri could feel the log inching out of her. She did her best to stop the movement, but by now it had become a force of nature too powerful even for her iron will. It slid down slowly, but surely, like an iceberg drifting towards a ship. There was nothing more she could do to anchor it. The Black Panther opened her mouth to say something to Kamala and found that no words came out.
At the instant her muscles gave in, Shuri knew that her only option left was to stand there and let it happen. She turned her face away from the others to hide the shame in her eyes. Her hole, usually tight and clean, started to expand to let the mess inside of her pass through. It stretched to a size she would once have considered impossible, and the first log followed. For the first few moments it crept slowly, held back by sheer width more than anything... then the thickest part escaped her and the rest quickly followed, falling into her underwear and nestling there between her legs.
With the largest piece out, and her muscles exhausted, Shuri was powerless to stop what followed. The next piece of poop wasn't so thick, but it may have been even longer than the first. Another practically fell out, but still Shuri felt full and bloated, almost to a painful extent. She shut her eyes and pushed, just wanting it to be over with now. When a final log came out and squished against her butt, she felt like she was done at last.
That was when Shuri made the mistake of opening her eyes and catching a glimpse of herself in the reflective window of a nearby car. The bulge in the seat of her pants was almost comically big. There was no way it wouldn't be obvious to anyone who saw her that she'd pooped herself, just as it was obvious to Carol Danvers and Pepper Potts, who were watching from a distance, faces wearing a mixture of sympathy and worry that the same thing might happen to them.
To add insult to injury, Shuri farted then. She couldn't seem to stop it. But they all heard it.
That was enough to panic Kamala into action. She turned to the locked bathroom door and hammered on it with both fists, legs twisted in some mad, elastic pretzel shape.
"Kate, open up!" she pleaded, "come on, man, I'm gonna crap myself out here!"
Shuri watched on miserably. She took no pleasure in seeing the same thing that had happened to her also inflicted on her friend.
"Kate, please! It's coming out!" The edge in Kamala's voice wasn't like anything any of them had heard from this usually relaxed woman before.
Kate opened the door. Shuri got a glimpse of her standing there, jeans around her ankles, before she hauled Kamala inside and slammed it again, leaving the Queen of Wakanda alone in underwear caked with poop.
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Pepper Potts needed a miracle. She'd just seen Shuri lose control in the most humiliating way imaginable, and she knew that the same was about to happen to her. And to Carol, too, by the looks of things. She knew she should go over to Shuri, comfort her, maybe even apologise- but Pepper couldn't bring herself to do it. Something in the back of her brain told her that she was sure to lose control if she got too close. The smells, the sights, something would trigger her body to just let go, and then there would be no coming back.
Still, it wasn't like the other option was much better. Standing still felt now like it was no more than prolonging the inevitable. Both women watched, wide-eyed, as the bathroom door half-opened. For a brief moment Pepper thought that they were one person closer to relief- and surely the other women wouldn't take as long as Kate had. Then a hand appeared around the door and yanked Kamala inside. It slammed shut again, taking any last hope Pepper had with it. The sound of the latch shutting almost finished her off. She needed to use her hands to reach behind herself and hold it in, cheeks burning like some little kid.
Her belly cramped in a sudden, sickening twist, and Pepper couldn't stop one of the loudest farts she'd ever heard from escaping. She grimaced at the feeling- it vibrated out of her and against her pants, turning the head of a shocked Carol. There was more solid matter to follow, she knew. The smell hit her suddenly and both women almost recoiled. It was worse than she could have imagined, and only the tip of the iceberg. Pepper felt sick. She had no more than a few seconds left.
Out of nowhere, suddenly Jennifer Walters was in front of them. She looked remarkably small in her human form, though Pepper knew she was still taller than the average woman. Her face, instead of green, was flushed a deep red. It looked, Pepper thought, as though she'd just run a mile.
"Come with me," Jennifer said, taking Pepper and Carol by the wrist with one hand on each.
Before either woman could protest, Jennifer was leading them back the way she'd come, around the corner and out of sight of poor Shuri. Pepper knew exactly where they were going.
It didn't take them long at all to find the spot where Jennifer had squatted. The huge, hulk-sized pile of poop on the floor was a dead giveaway. It was bigger than Pepper ever would have believed had she not seen it with her own eyes- made up of four or five enormous pieces, it looked more like it had come from an elephant than a human. No wonder she had to go so bad. I couldn't hold half of that for half as long. Jennifer took them to a place just past there and let go of their arms.
"Here," she said, gesturing at the ground as if Carol and Pepper couldn't figure out what she meant. "I'll keep watch". When neither of them responded, she hissed, "what other choice do you have?"
Pepper felt uneasy about it despite how desperate she was. She knew that she would have to go somewhere, but in front of Carol? That was a big deal. Jennifer, though, wasn't letting up. "Come on, just do it," she ordered, "nobody will see. It's better than crapping yourself".
That point was true. The two options were weighing up against each other in Pepper's mind. Either she could try and hold it, almost certainly ending up messing herself, or swallow her pride and do something intensely personal in a public place, in view of one of the most famous women in the galaxy.
In the end Pepper's body made up her mind for her. She couldn't hold it anymore- she had to go now. So she hastily unbuttoned her pants and squatted, unable to bear it a second longer. As soon as her legs were bent all the way, passages opened up and she started to poop. It rushed out of her in a thick, doughy mass, feeling at once terribly humiliating and incredibly good. Opposite her, Carol Danvers seemed to have reached the same conclusion. Her pants came down just as fast, and within seconds she was squatting over the ground with a long brown snake dangling out of her butt.
On another day, when she wasn't so overcome with exhaustion and worry and pressure, Pepper might have thought it was stranger to find herself squatting in the grass opposite one of the most powerful superheroes in existence, taking a crap while a female Hulk kept guard. Today she was just too relieved to care.
When she was almost done, Pepper started to look around and realised that there was a problem she hadn't seen coming: there was nothing to wipe with. That was just the latest in a long line of low blows. She groaned and looked at Carol.
"What's up?"
"No paper," Pepper said, "fuck".
Before Carol could respond, Jennifer returned, holding a pile of leaves in one hand. "This will have to do," she said. Then she caught sight of the expression on Carol's face. "What? It works fine for me".
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The bathroom door closed and Kamala's eyes had to readjust to the dim light in here. There was a bulb overhead, but it was weak to say the least in comparison to the bright sun outside. There was no time for Kamala to waste on that, though. She started to battle with her button right away, feeling it slip through her sweaty fingers the first few times. It wasn't that warm outside- Sokovia rarely was- but her intense desperation had made the girl perspire. When she eventually got the button undone, Kamala looked up for the first time and realised just how dire the situation was.
It looked like being allowed in the bathroom didn't actually mean Kamala could get on the toilet- not yet, at least. Kate was slowly waddling back from the door to the white porcelain, and to Kamala's shock, she saw something brown and long sticking out of the archer's butt. It looked to be poking out by at least a couple of inches, and was thicker than any poop she'd ever done herself. Kamala froze at the sight- was this why Kate was taking so long? She was trying to force that out of her?
Kamala got her button undone and let her jeans fall to the floor. Then she lowered her underwear so that they stretched around her knees, and kept on squirming, doing her best to hold it in just a little longer. She must have been some sight, standing there half-naked with her hands squeezing her cheeks closed. It was no good- she was already starting to stretch.
Thinking on her feet, Kamala hopped up onto the sink in the bathroom, using her strength to easily lift herself onto the counter. Within seconds she was in position. She'd always been more than a little chubby, so her olive-skinned butt was ample enough to cover the sink. And that was all it took. She didn't need to strain, push or squeeze. Kamala took her seat and her body took over. She started shitting uncontrollably, depositing log after log into the sink. The big problem was that the sink wasn't deep enough, and after a few seconds she could feel the heat from the pile below. Kamala used her hands to prop herself a couple of inches higher, and that seemed to do enough to keep the brown stains off her cheeks for now.
Despite the shame (and maybe the questionable legality) of it all, Kamala had to admit to herself that it felt good to finally go. She'd been sure that she wasn't going to make it. And while, sure enough, there was a clear brown mark on the inside of her underwear, this was so much better than losing control completely and filling her pants again. At some point, though she wasn't sure when, Kamala started to pee. It trickled down her labia and dribbled onto the mess below before washing down the drain.
Once the intense relief had subsided a little, Kamala finally got a proper look at Kate over in the corner. The girl looked to be in some pain, face contorted with effort. Now the only sounds in the room were of Kate grunting with each push, as well as the occasional soft fart tooting out of Kamala's butt. Judging by the size of the turd Kamala had just seen sticking out of her colleague, it was no surprise that it was taking so much out of her.
"You got this," Kamala said, trying to help. Apparently her words weren't so appreciated, and Kate acted like she hadn't heard.
Kamala hopped down off the sink and slowly crossed the room, trying not to startle Kate. She reached over to grab a few sheets of paper. Wiping standing up was something she was plenty used to. Still, she didn't want to hang around for too long and make Kate uncomfortable, so she didn't bother cleaning herself up all the way. Once the paper was coming away mostly clean, Kamala was satisfied enough to pull up her panties and jeans. She left the soiled paper on an awkward pile on top of the monster poop she'd been forced to do in the sink. She felt bad for leaving that mess there for someone else to clean up, but she didn't see what other option she had; they were on a mission and didn't want anyone who recognised them finding out they'd been there, so leaving soon was essential.
Just as Kamala was about to leave, a loud splash from behind turned her head. She looked to see Kate panting for breath, face as red as a tomato. The archer swore under her breath.
"You get it out?" Kamala asked, one hand already on the doorknob.
Kate needed a few seconds to catch her breath before she answered. "Yeah," she said, "I'll see you in a minute".
Pleased for her colleague, at least, Kamala left the room again, wondering what she'd find on the other side of the door.
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It felt like an age had passed by the time Kate finally emerged from the bathroom, red-faced and out of breath. She seemed reluctant to make eye contact with anyone, walking past them all and back to the car without saying a word. Her secrecy was for nothing; by now, everyone knew what had been going on in that room, not least because she'd needed almost fifteen minutes to take a dump. It didn't take a genius to work out that Kate had some issues with constipation even if Pepper hadn't told Carol and Jennifer- and Kamala hadn't told Shuri.
Shuri herself was despondent. After filling her pants in front of everyone, the Queen of Wakanda had waddled to the trunk of the car and extracted some new clothes from one of her few bags. She'd had to wait until the bathroom was vacant before she could get changed, which meant five minutes or so of standing outside with a bulge the size of Antarctica in her underwear. When she had come back out, the dirty clothes were nowhere to be seen. She only carried a look of humiliation and a refusal to talk to anyone about what had happened.
One person who seemed less fazed by the events of the pit stop was Kamala Khan. Once she'd evacuated her bowels into the sink, her cheery self had quickly returned. She'd even asked Pepper if she should clean up the bathroom, but the ex-secretary was determined to get away as fast as possible to minimise the risk that someone might recognise them. Since then Kamala had been trying to lighten the mood with varying degrees of success. Shuri and Kate didn't seem in the mood to listen to any of her attempts to make conversation, and it felt like they wouldn't be ready to smile again for a while after their ordeal.
In fact, the only other member of the team who had gotten over the events as quickly as Kamala was Jennifer. By now it was an open secret that she had pooped around the back of the gas station, and Kamala suspected that the other two adults had seen Jennifer's handy work in the flesh. Now the lawyer was back in character, answering every question with a curt brevity and adjusting her hair to look smart in the car's mirror. Her skin, though, remained perfectly far from green.
Kamala was perched on the right side of the vehicle, directly behind her idol. It was still surreal. Carol had been desperate to use the bathroom, although she was probably better at hiding it than any of them. Then she'd disappeared behind the building with Jennifer and come back a few minutes later obviously not wanting to go anymore. Kamala didn't need to ask to know what that meant. Still, she could tell that it embarrassed Carol that everyone knew what she'd done, so Kamala didn't bring it up. She was happy to let her role model pretend it was still some big secret. Personally, Kamala didn't see the point in denying it.
The last person left in the car was Pepper, sitting behind the driving seat and apparently operating on dangerously low levels of sleep. She'd gone with Carol and Jennifer to relieve herself behind the building. Kamala could only imagine what that must have been like- not that going in the sink was much better. Still, she told herself, the bright side was that they'd all gone through this mortifying experience as a team. It left no room for any one person to feel ashamed, at least in theory.
With the six of them piled into the car S.H.I.E.L.D. had supplied, it felt suddenly more cramped than before. Still, everyone was relieved to see the gas station disappear out of sight in the rear window, and with it (hopefully) the prospect of being caught. Some poor bastard was going to have to wash Kamala's poop out of the sink, but that wasn't going to be her problem anymore, and that bought her a strange mixture of shame and happiness. The atmosphere in the car was notably lighter as they left. Pepper even put the radio on, and an assortment of Sokovian songs were allowed to make Kamala's ears bleed for the next twenty minutes.
The music was shut off as they passed a roundabout and replaced by the sound of a phone ringing. Pepper sat up a little straighter in her seat. She pressed a button on the dashboard and the ringing made way for a man's voice. It took a few seconds for Kamala to recognise the voice as belonging to Nick Fury, a man she'd met only days ago but knew by word of mouth.
"Nick," Pepper said eagerly, "what's up?"
"I have good news," Fury said. His voice was no more excited than if he was reporting that he'd broken a toenail.
"Tell me. Do you know where she is?"
"No," the ex-Director admitted, "but there's someone here who might".
By the time Kamala woke up, the car was coming to a stop and it was starting to get dark outside. At a guess she must have been asleep for a good few hours. She'd never had trouble drifting off in a moving vehicle, but it was especially easy after the exhaustion of the day so far. Kamala opened her eyes to find everyone else already awake, although she remembered that Shuri had been asleep before any of them. The girl had been nothing but quiet since the gas station incident. It looked like they'd finally reached their destination
Fury's conversation with Pepper over the car's speakers left no room for doubt as to where the team were going next. He'd gotten information that a girl matching Morgan's description had been spotted in Wakanda that morning, so S.H.I.E.L.D. had arranged for a small plane to pick up the six women at a private airstrip a few hours south of the city. Even news that they were going to her home country hadn't managed to cheer up Shuri yet. Looking at the airfield, with its drab grey colours and featureless flat ground, Kamala didn't think the takeoff would be much fun either.
They left the car by the roadside and gathered so Pepper could talk. "Okay," she said, "I've been in one of these planes before, and let me tell you, there's no bathroom on that thing. If you need to go, I really recommend you do it now, before we take off. It's going to be a long flight".
Another place that apparently had no bathroom was the airfield. In fact, there didn't seem to be any buildings at all as far as the eye could see, just a few bushes scattered a couple of hundred yards away in most every direction. Kamala wasn't happy at all about the prospect of going the whole flight without a bathroom, but she didn't see what choice she had, so she slinked off towards one of the bushes. Kate and Jennifer both went in separate directions, and it took Kamala a few moments to realise that Shuri was following her.
"You okay?" she asked tentatively. It felt like a long time since the two had last spoken, although that was mostly because they'd been sleeping for a few hours.
Shuri didn't make eye contact. "I'll be fine," she insisted. "I'm not thrilled about the lack of toilets on the plane, that's all".
Kamala sighed. "Nah, me neither," she admitted. She rounded one bush and found herself out of sight of the others, but she didn't mind Shuri's presence. "I guess we have to just try and get it all out now, so we don't have to go while we're in the air".
As she finished the sentence, Kamala was already unbuttoning her jeans and pulling her underwear out of the way. She squatted down over dewy grass as Shuri followed suit. It would be an exaggeration to say that either woman really needed to go, so it took a few moments before a flow started from either of them. Eventually, it was Kamala who got started first, and her success seemed to help Shuri relax. They both squatted there in silence for a while, the only sound being of two streams of pee flowing into the grass in the dusk.
Once she'd got going, Kamala realised she actually had quite a lot of urine stored up inside her. That was one of the side effects of her powers- her bladder could stretch enough that it felt like she was less full than she actually was. Shuri had no such problem, and was already pushing out the last few drops by the time Kamala's hosepipe-stream really got going. The Queen said nothing, but Kamala saw her eyes go wide as she kept pissing for one minute, then two. She would be lying if she said it wasn't at all satisfying to see someone so impressed with her capacity.
Kamala had totally forgotten to bring anything to wipe with, so she pulled her sleeve over her hand and brushed it over her crotch a few times. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. Shuri didn't wipe at all. It made Kamala nervous to know that she might have just had her last pee until they touched down in Wakanda. She was no expert in geography, but it was surely the better part of the whole night before they reached Shuri's home country. It felt unlikely that all of them could hold it so long.
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A few hours into the flight, Kamala's fears were starting to come true. As she'd predicted, her bladder had begun to fill up pretty quickly after take off, weakened notably by the excruciating hold from earlier in the day. Just as that day turned into a night, she was once again seriously doubting in her own ability to hold her pee until she made it to the bathroom.
Kamala shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to find a position that might help her ignore how badly she had to go. The good news was that she knew now that she didn't have the smallest bladder of the group, and so it stood to reason that she couldn't be the only one who had to go to the bathroom by now. She wasn't in it alone. Subtly, Kamala liked to steal glances at the others, to try and see which of them were showing signs of needing to go. It made her feel much better.
First she looked to Pepper, but there was no indication there that the leader had to go. Kamala had no idea if that was because her bladder really was comfortable or if Pepper was just getting very good at hiding it when she had to pee. It could easily be both, given the exploits of that afternoon, when the former Miss Potts had simultaneously held in a huge amount of pee while making it look like she barely had to go at all. In a way it was impressive, but Kamala couldn't imagine ever being like that herself. She was an open book: when she needed the bathroom she wasn't shy about letting the people around her know, and she liked it that way.
One person who Kamala could relate to a little more was Carol Danvers, but again, if the superhero had to pee she wasn't showing it. Carol had been her usual self for most of the flight, which was ironic given how much quicker she could have made the journey if she'd just flown to Wakanda herself. It was strange to see this incredibly powerful woman being restricted by the simple fact that her teammates hadn't mastered the powers of flight.
The first sign that someone on the plane other than Kamala had to take a leak came with Kate. It wasn't always easy to tell with Kate- none of Kamala's teammates were exactly open, but the archer was maybe the most guarded of all of them. But the giveaway, as Kamala had come to notice over the last few days, came in crossed legs. Kate was a tomboy who would usually never be seen dead with her legs crossed girlishly, but when she needed to pee all of that was forgotten. And Kate was crossing her legs now. She was crossing them very tightly.
On the other hand, Jennifer Walters seemed perfectly happy with the contents of her own bladder. Keeping Jennifer happy really was the main priority for most of the group, given that they weren't completely sure how the plane would react if she suddenly tripled in weight. She'd barely said a word all flight- nothing strange about that. No, Kamala decided, Jennifer didn't have to go yet.
But Shuri did. Kamala was sure of that much. The only thing missing was some sort of verbal confirmation from the girl herself, and that would be impossible to get while Pepper and Carol were in earshot. The Queen of Wakanda wasn't crossing her legs so much as sitting on top of them, heel dug tightly into her pussy as if to keep the flow from coming out. Kamala would have thought it looked almost cute in other circumstances, but she didn't think now was a good time to start complimenting her new friends on how adorable they looked when they had to pee. Especially not when those friends could all kill most men within thirty seconds.
The big problem Kamala was worrying about wasn't her bladder at all. It was her bowels. Despite what she'd left in the gas station bathroom sink a few hours before, she needed to shit again. That would be worse than wetting her pants, for sure- at least in a vessel with no windows.
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Shuri was getting worried by the time the plane finished crossing the Alboran Sea and entered African airspace. Touchdown in Wakanda was still almost two hours away, and her chances of being able to hold it until then were looking less than good. She knew the limits of her own body, and the fullness in her bladder was approaching those limits fast. If the journey was half as long... that would still be painful, and difficult, but at least she'd stand a chance of making it. Time was running out. Shuri knew she was going to have to do something.
But whatever that something was, she was determined that it wouldn't involve admitting her need to Pepper or Carol. The embarrassment of her accident earlier that day at the gas station had been too awful to face going through a second time, and admitting she had to go would almost be as humiliating as losing it in her pants, at least in Shuri's mind. She'd never felt less like the Black Panther, or the Queen either, as she sat there quietly, trying to work out how she could pee without anyone else finding out. Surely someone with her genius could figure out something?
The idea came to her eventually, as she'd known it would. While the other women sat and gazed out of the windows, too tired for conversation, Shuri extracted from one pocket the cellphone S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her ahead of the mission. All six agents had been equipped with these should they need to split up for long periods, which fortunately- or unfortunately, in Shuri's case- hadn't happened yet. These were no ordinary phones- they were extremely advanced, extremely secure and able to get a signal just about anywhere. They were also programmed so that S.H.I.E.L.D. could read just about everything the agents said to each other. Anything Shuri texted her teammates could be seen by S.H.I.E.L.D. at any time. Unless...
Fury must have known that Shuri would be able to hack the phones when he gave her one- he was well aware of the Wakandan's intellectual capabilities. But he'd trusted that there'd be no reason for her to tamper with the software. Now that she had the motivation, it took Shuri a matter of minutes to find a way to hide her messages from their view. After a few seconds thinking it over, she tapped into Kate and Kamala's phones and did the same to them. All the while she was careful to make her actions imperceptible to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s supervisors. The whole thing took her five minutes.
"Western technology, never change," she whispered under her breath.
In no time she had a three-way text conversation set up with Kate and Kamala. Being at least close to her own age, they felt like the safest ones to talk to- and besides, they'd somewhat shared an embarrassing experience together back at the gas station (even if it had ended up being far more embarrassing for Shuri than for them).
This is kind of awkward, but I really have to pee. Anyone else?
That was the message her instincts came up with, and when Shuri realised she couldn't think of a better way to sum up how she was feeling at that moment, she pressed send. Kamala was sitting so close that Shuri could almost hear her phone vibrate through her pocket; the Jersey girl looked confused as she slid it out and checked the screen. On the seat in front of Kamala, Kate Bishop was doing the same. Their expressions didn't give much away, at least not to Shuri.
It occurred to her that they, too, might have been concerned about the possibility of S.H.I.E.L.D. reading the messages. To put their mind at ease, Shuri sent another text.
I've blocked the phone signals. The only people that can read this are the three of us.
Kate looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. Then she hammered out a message.
Pissing off Fury isn't going to end well.
He won't find out, Shuri wrote, I know what I'm doing.
Across the aisle, Kamala was typing out a message. None of the adults seemed to have noticed what was going on behind them.
Have to pee too, Kamala's message read, real bad. What kind of plane doesn't have a bathroom? It's 2026.
Shuri had figured that Kamala would probably need to go by now, but looking up at the other girl, she saw it with her own eyes. Now that she was watching, Shuri didn't know how she hadn't noticed it before now: Kamala had her bendy legs crossed over one another and she couldn't sit still, readjusting her position every few seconds and tapping one set of stretched toes on the floor of the aircraft. She looked almost as worried as Shuri.
Kate started typing something, paused, carried on typing. It took a while for the message to come through. Then:
Me too, she confessed. Things had to be bad if even Kate was admitting she needed the toilet, Shuri thought. The only good news was that an idea was starting to formulate in her head. It was risky, and probably more than a little stupid, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and these were desperate times. But first she'd need to get the other two girls on board.
Don't worry, Shuri wrote, I have a plan.
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It took Shuri a few minutes to go through the plan, and a few minutes more before everyone was ready. What she'd come up with was a risk, true, and there were plenty of things that could go wrong. It relied on Kate being able to keep her composure- and control over her bladder. But the plan also hinged on Shuri's own agility, quick thinking and calm presence. The only person who didn't have a job to do was Kamala. She only needed to sit still, stay quiet and not give anything away. That seemed to suit her just fine.
By the time the three girls agreed to get to work, all of them were bursting to pee. Shuri, in particular, wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it, especially with the physical nature of her role in the plan. Kamala had grow even more squirmy and even Kate looked like she was on the verge of holding herself. If any of them let go and wet their pants before the time to pee was ripe, the whole operation could be blown. It was insane, but Shuri had put more planning into the mission to finally help herself and her friends pee in peace than she had into the mission to find Morgan. On that front she still felt largely useless.
Kate rose from her seat as soon as she read the texted signal from Shuri. She frowned, tilted her head and started moving towards the cockpit. "Can anyone else hear that?", she asked loudly.
That was Kamala and Shuri's cue to pretend to be asleep, a role they were both happy to play. Shuri heard Carol and Pepper getting up to follow Kate into the cockpit, though she couldn't tell if either looked back at the other girls.
Slowly, Shuri opened one eye just enough to see two tall figures disappear into the cockpit, then she sprung into action. Moving silently in tight spaces was nothing to her. Nobody heard as Shuri leapt down from her seat and moved down the aisle towards the back of the plane. There she found the hatch that Kamala had spotted earlier- their whole plan was dependent on this being the entrance to the luggage compartment, as they suspected. All three girls had been too busy peeing in the field to notice where their suitcases had actually been put on the plane.
With a single thought, claws sprung from her hands. Shuri had mastered the technological dance of controlling exactly which parts of her Panther suit were activated and when, and she'd learned to materialise just her claws when she needed to- in moments like these. It wasn't hard to pry the hatch open. To her immense relief, when it cracked ajar the first thing Shuri saw was a pile of suitcases, one of which she recognised as her own. She opened the hatch just enough to squeeze through and dropped down into the compartment.
Here it was airy, cold, quiet. Shuri had no time to waste, for more than one reason. She lifted her bag out of the way, looking for Kamala's. It wasn't hard to find, coloured red and blue in the exact shades of Carol's costume. Shuri couldn't help laughing as she unzipped the bag; Kamala could be such a dork.
Inside she found plenty of stuff that didn't help, though some of it surprised her: painkillers, large tampons, birth control pills, Juicy Fruit gum, underwear... and the thing she was looking for, a thick, dark blue towel. Kamala had volunteered her own as the biggest of the three.
A sudden bout of turbulence almost cost Shuri her bladder control. She groaned and a hand shot to her pussy, holding tightly. For those few seconds her fingers and the force of her palm digging into the fleshy mound were the only things stopping her from simply pissing herself where she was squatting. Her thighs locked together so hard and fast that it almost hurt. Shuri closed her eyes and waited for the wave of desperation to pass. For a moment it seemed like it would not pass. Just when she'd accepted that she was going to soak her clothes again, though, Shuri's muscles regained control at the last moment and she was able to take the towel out and zip the bag back up.
Back on the plane's passenger floor, there was still no sign of Kate, Carol or Pepper coming back out of the cockpit, for which Shuri was eternally grateful. She replaced the hatch as quietly as she could, stood up and returned to her seat, still holding the towel under one arm. The suitcases had all been replaced exactly as they'd been found, and Shuri felt like a jewel thief as she sat there clutching the one thing she had taken from them.
She was sorely tempted to use the towel first, but Shuri knew that wouldn't be fair. She'd promised Kamala could go first, and the girl looked somehow even more desperate than Shuri was. Besides, it was her towel. She'd volunteered to let two of her colleagues join her in ruining it, maybe for good. It was only fair that she got first dibs. So Shuri leaned over and snuck the towel to Kamala, keeping an eye on the cockpit door all the while. Ms. Marvel accepted with a vocal gratitude.
Kamala already had her jeans unbuttoned when she got a hold of the towel, and within seconds they were shimmied down around her ankles, along with her underwear to match. Shuri wasn't one to stare at other people's bodies, but she still saw plenty of Kamala's plump, olive-skinned butt before decency compelled her to at least pretend to avert her eyes. She needed to know if the plan was working, though, so she kept the corner of her view on what was going on between her friend's legs. The towel was rolled up and tugged snugly between each thigh- and, by the looks of it, just in the nick of time, too.
Almost the instant Kamala shoved the towel between her legs, her head tilted back and her mouth opened up in a silent 'O' of relief... and was there a hint of pleasure in there too? Or was Shuri imagining it? Either way, it was making her own need to go infinitely worse. She thought she could just about hear the trickling flow of pee onto fabric, such was the force of the jet coming from Kamala's bladder.
"Hurry, please," Shuri begged, "I can't wait any longer".
Just as Shuri was starting to think that she'd pee herself before Kamala finished, and at least forty seconds after the Pakistani-American girl had started letting go into the towel, she finally handed it back over to Shuri with an expression of bliss on her face. Kamala was out of breath. Shuri took the soaking wet towel with one hand and unbuttoned her shorts with the other, not at all bothered that she was holding something drenched in Kamala's piss.
She started taking off her shorts and underwear- and then looked up and saw Jennifer Walters staring at them, wide-eyed.
Shuri froze. They were caught.
For a few seconds Jennifer didn't say anything. When she finally moved her lips, what came out was the last thing Shuri had expected to hear.
"Give me that and I won't tell anyone".
Shuri blinked. She couldn't afford to give away her chance at relief... but then she couldn't have the secret being spilled to Pepper, either. With no other option, she reluctantly handed over the towel.
Jennifer undressed just enough, put the towel in position and started to pee. For her part, Shuri hadn't even realised that the lawyer had to go, but she had to have been desperate to have resorted to such measures. The problem was that now Shuri was struggling to hold it in. She was trying everything in her arsenal: grabbing herself down there, squirming, sitting on her heel... but watching Kamala and now Jennifer get the relief they needed while she had to hold was almost too much to take. A leak spurted out of her, turning her crotch hot and wet. Shuri gasped in surprise and squeezed a little tighter. Now Kamala's expression had turned to a mixture of concern for Shuri and amazement at what Jennifer was doing.
It felt like an age before the lawyer finally handed the towel back over to Shuri, the one who'd come up with this panty-saving plan in the first place. "Wow, Kamala," Jennifer whispered, "you really soaked that thing, you know?"
But Shuri was barely listening. She left the towel on the seat next to her, lifted her butt off the chair for just a moment and slid her shorts and underwear down to ankle level in one smooth, short motion. By the time she collapsed back on the seat, it was almost over.
She just barely got the towel between her legs in time. In fact, before she could shove the fabric against her crotch, a long jet of piss sprayed out of Shuri's unshaven pussy and wet the back of the seat in front of her. Then the dark blue was blocking the way, and Shuri was overcome with one of the most incredible feelings of her life so far. She didn't even mind that the towel was wet and warm and smelling of the pee and the pussies of two other women. She only cared that she was finally getting to empty her bladder.
When the stream turned into a dribble, Shuri got out her phone and texted Kate. She'd almost forgotten the poor girl, but now it was time to help her out and complete the deal.
Now, she sent. That was all that was needed. No sooner had the message gone through than Kate called from the cockpit.
"Hey, Shuri?"
"Yes?" Shuri replied, trying to sound like she'd just woken up from a nap.
"Can you get in here, please? I need some help with this".
Shuri redressed herself and left the pissy towel on Kate's seat. Now that Jennifer was in on it there was no reason to keep hiding- she could only hope that the women up front wouldn't smell pee on Shuri. When she got to the cockpit she found all three of the others facing her. Kate was furthest back. She was holding her crotch behind Carol and Pepper's backs, clearly too desperate to let go. Shuri just slipped her a thumbs up.
"I heard a beeping up here, but now we can't find it. You know a little about planes, right?"
"I dabble," Shuri said, letting Kate pass her and head for the seats again, "Thanks, Kate. I'll take it from here".
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Kate felt right on the fringes of an accident while she clambered between the rows and back towards where she'd been sitting. Even walking was difficult- every step had the makings of the end of her resistance. There'd been a patch of turbulence just after she'd taken Pepper and Carol into the cockpit that had almost made her wet herself there and then. Luckily, Shuri had arrived just before the game was up to relieve her- literally. If the Queen had been even a minute later, there would no doubt be a puddle of pee on the cockpit floor by now. And that wasn't something Kate wanted to think about.
It looked like the plan had worked exactly as intended. Shuri would pretend to examine the cockpit and be confused for about two minutes. That would just be enough time for Kate to pee into the towel and then get herself dressed again. Then Shuri would act like she'd figured out what had caused the beeping, and tell Pepper that it was something unimportant that only happened once or twice a day. They hadn't been over the specifics of that over text; Shuri was smart enough to think of something.
But Kate started to worry about something other than her throbbing bladder as she got closer to the seats: Jennifer Walters was looking back towards Kamala, and next to the latter was what looked awfully like a pee-soaked towel in Kate's eyes.
"What's that?" Kate asked, feigning ignorance and pointing at the towel. If she pretended like she had no idea what was going on, it seemed unlikely that Kamala wouldn't go along with it.
"No, she knows," Kamala said with a shake of her head.
Jennifer blushed deeply. "I... went in it too. I'm not going to tell".
That was good enough for Kate. She started the hasty undressing process, all too aware that she was likely to piss herself if she didn't get them off in the next ten seconds. From some stroke of luck she managed to get the button undone on the first try, but that was only half the battle. She'd always liked to wear tight-fitting jeans and on days like this it was hard to remember why. Even getting the waistband past her hips was a struggle these days, even if they'd have fit well back when she started the job.
Getting to pee into the towel was the strangest mix of blessed relief and disgust that Kate had ever experienced. Half of her body was screaming at her to stop, that it was beyond wrong to empty her bladder into an already-saturated piece of fabric that three other women had already done the same into. Not to mention that Kamala had probably dried her asscrack with this towel. The other half of Kate's body didn't care about any of those things. Her mind was too happy to finally be able to stop holding it. She didn't much care what the price of pleasure was.
It took a very long time before Kate finally stopped peeing. When that moment came, she collected herself, scrunched the towel up into a ball and handed it back to Kamala. Her only responsibility in the plan was to hide the towel when they were done abusing it- at least until the time came when Shuri could smuggle it back into the luggage compartment. Some of Kamala's stuff was going to smell a little like pee for a while, but that felt like a price worth paying, seeing how much laundry (and humiliation) it had saved.
Kate decided to return the favour by texting Shuri to let her know it was okay to come back into the rest of the plane. Thirty seconds later the former Princess was back, unable to hide a smile. The atmosphere in the back half of the plane was palpably more relaxed now that the quartet were no longer nursing bursting bladders.
Success? Shuri texted the other girls when she returned back to her seat.
Nailed it, replied Kate. She was quietly pumped with how their risky operation had run. Everything had gone smoothly... except for one part.
Do you really think Jennifer will keep a secret?
Yeah, Shuri replied, you didn't see how much she used the towel. She won't tell anyone if we don't.
So it went well!
Uh, guys... Kamala sent, there's one more thing. I really, REALLY have to go number two.
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Kamala was starting to believe that she would make it to the toilet in time, but it was going to be a close call. She'd managed to hold on for what felt like most of the night, mainly by finding ways to distract herself, like playing games over text with Kate and Shuri, or bugging Carol with questions about the Kree or what Fury looked like when he was younger. But that would only work for so long, and Kamala knew that soon enough nature would win out. The only question was whether she would find a Wakandan toilet first.
The good news was that they were finally touching down, after what had been the longest flight of her life in more ways than one. The distance from New York to Sokovia might have been greater, sure, but S.H.I.E.L.D. had managed to source them a much faster, much more comfortable vehicle. Kamala had mostly gotten over her fear of flying, but landings still made her nervous. And being desperate to take a poop was not a good time to feel butterflies in her stomach. All she could do as the ground rapidly approached was look away from the windows and wait for the whole thing to be over.
They were landing on a private strip within easy walking distance of the palace, according to Shuri. Kamala hoped to God that was true, because she thought anything more than easy walking right now would spell the end of her underwear. She was just praying that there wouldn't be too many delays- or too many people around. For now there were still a few hours left before sunrise. She needed a shit, a shower and some sleep. The first one most of all, though.
The journey off of the plane was one of the hardest of Kamala's life, including the battles against literal supervillains. She'd never have guessed that metal stairs could make her need to go so badly. Every step was like a dagger in her gut. They crossed an unnervingly warm airfield and reached the palace before too long, where rooms had been prepared for each of them. Kamala had visited Africa just once before- a trip to Egypt around a year ago- and she'd forgotten how strange it felt to be in a place where the half of the nights were as warm as half of the days in Manhattan.
They were shown to their rooms by a stony-faced guard who treated Shuri like a Queen. Kamala tended to forget that Shuri actually was the Queen. It was hard to see someone as royalty once you'd witnessed them pooping in their panties, Kamala reflected.
"Get some sleep," said Pepper as the women were led towards the rooms, "we need to be rested for the morning". Privately, Kamala got the feeling that Pepper herself wouldn't be getting any sleep at all. She was worried about the woman. Tony Stark's widow had always been this famously beautiful woman, but the last few days she'd looked bedraggled and unkempt, a ghost driven only by anguish and heart-wrenching worry.
Later, Kamala knew, she'd have plenty of time to worry about how her boss might or might not be coping with the continued absence of her daughter. For now Ms. Marvel needed to focus on something far more pressing: her body's need to poop within the next two minutes, whether in a toilet or not. Shuri took her leave on the way, saying she needed to see some of her people. Kamala was too desperate to even say goodnight to Kate when they split up to go into their respective rooms. She passed a motionless guard holding a spear almost as tall as herself, nodded politely and rushed into her salvation.
The door opened up into a gargantuan chamber, far bigger than Kamala could have believed the rooms were from the outside. She glanced around frantically, trying to figure out which door belonged to the bathroom. Her hands clutched her butt closed like she was some kid. The first door was a clothes closet. The second proved to contain what looked like a high-tech vacuum cleaner. Finally, just as she was about to go in her pants again, Kamala struck gold- the third door she opened revealed a sparkling bathroom with metallic, futuristic fittings.
She made it onto the toilet in time- but barely. It felt like the turd was flying out of her ass before she even sat down, shooting out of her like a bullet from a gun. The thing was a Ms. Marvel trademark dump, as she liked to call it, huge and firm and all out in a single log. It stretched her out so wide that, even with her elastic ass, Kamala couldn't help but moan in pleasure. She didn't bother trying to stifle the vocalisations of her relief. She guessed that these ultra-fancy, ultra-expensive rooms probably had soundproof walls.
Next Kamala gave it a few pushes to make sure she was completely empty, but as usual everything in her bowels had been packed into that one piece. All she got for her efforts were a few squirts of hot pee, which sounded faintly musical when they tinkled against the metallic toilet bowl. That was when she encountered the next problem: there was no toilet paper.
Getting up, Kamala waddled around the room with her pants around her ankles, but she couldn't find a while roll anywhere. Sometimes- often, in fact- Kamala produced poops that were so firm and dry that they didn't even need wiping. This was definitely not one of those dumps. She knew that if she didn't deal with this one, she'd walk around smelling like poop for days.
With no other option, she texted Shuri on the group chat they'd made. No toilet paper. Send help?
Then she sat and waited for a reply. But, being the Queen of the whole country, her friend didn't answer straight away. Kamala sat on the toilet, her butthole starting to itch, until Shuri messaged back.
Voice activated. That was all the reply said. No more details. Voice activated.
Kamala sat and thought hard about what the command might be to get the toilet paper to appear. "Toilet paper," she said first. Nothing happened. "Toilet... roll? Paper? Please?" There was no sign that anything she was saying worked. Her phone buzzed again. There was a message- but not from Shuri.
You have to tell it you're finished, Kate had sent.
Kamala frowned. It was worth a go, she supposed. "I'm... finished?"
Immediately, the toilet rumbled and whirred into life. Before Kamala had time to respond, her butthole was being rinsed by a powerful jet of warm water. It felt incredible, once she'd gotten over the initial shock. The jet washed her for ten seconds, while another sprayed her pussy clean. Part of her was tempted to ask what the command was to get the front jet to keep spraying until she came.
She texted her thanks to Kate while the toilet air-dried her ass and crotch. The shower looked tempting, but it was hot enough to sweat in the room, and Kamala knew she'd only need to wash again when she woke up. By the time she'd climbed between her bedsheets, she was so exhausted that she simply fell asleep.
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She woke up the next morning to the gentle sound of chiming bells. It took Kamala a few seconds to open her eyes, and a few seconds more to realise that what she was hearing was an alarm. Shuri must have been able to control the alarms from somewhere, presumably under Pepper's instructions. She looked at the clock by her bedside, which was (unlike her own watch) in Wakandan time. It was eight in the morning, and Kamala felt as though she hadn't been afforded anywhere near enough sleep. Still, she was grateful that the timezones of Sokovia and Wakanda weren't as radically different as the jump they'd made the day before between the US and Europe.
Kamala took a piss in the shower, towelled herself off, got dressed and wandered out of her room, looking for someone she recognised. She found that in Shuri, who had changed into more regal, local clothes. The Queen looked very different from her inconspicuous teenage-girl aesthetic of the day before, but Kamala had been used to seeing Shuri dressed like this for years, so it was no surprise.
"You're the first one up," Shuri said approvingly, "other than Pepper, of course".
Kamala was about to ask how Pepper was doing when she noticed something. The guard with the spear was still outside Kamala's bedroom door- and unless Kamala was blind or very, very racist, it was definitely the same woman as last night, in exactly the same pose.
"Has she been here all night?" Kamala asked, confused.
"Not that long," Shuri assured her, "this is Andoye. She is one of the Dora Milaje. Her watch started at midnight".
"So she's been out here more than eight hours? Doesn't she get a bathroom break?"
Shuri laughed. "That's not the way we do things here. The Dora Milaje must be able to withstand long periods with intense levels of discipline. It is essential that they can go hours without needing bathroom breaks".
"Oh, poor thing," Kamala said, horrified, "she must be bursting".
"I can see why you might assume that," said Shuri with a smirk, "but her bladder is not like yours... or mine. Andoye, do you need a bathroom break yet?"
"No, my Queen," Andoye replied stoically, and Kamala thought she might have seen the hint of a smile on the corners of the warrior's mouth.
"Well, that does sound like it would be useful," admitted Kamala as she walked with Shuri down the hall.
"It can only go so far," Shuri acknowledged, "Okoye, for example... she can go for a whole day without emptying her bladder. But even the fiercest of the Dora Milaje have their limits". Kamala pondered that while they walked, arm in arm. "Now, I was with Okoye last night. She had news for me. There's someone here I'd like you to meet..."
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Kate woke up with a bladder that demanded to be emptied. She groaned to herself, rolled over in the king-sized bed that had been so graciously provided by the state of Wakanda and picked her phone off of the bedside table. There was a text from Carol.
You slept through your alarm. We're down the hall to the right, red door. Come as soon as you wake up.
The cavernous room boasted views over a field the size of a small city, teeming with wildlife. It had been too dark to see out the night before, but now Kate could take it all in. At least, that was, she could have if she wasn't desperate to pee.
She clambered out of bed and crossed the room to the en suite she'd used last night. It took all of sixty seconds to take a leak, find her clothes and pull them back on. Then she was out of the room and in search of a red door, which she found about fifty feet down the hall. Kate Bishop wasn't one for wasting time in the mornings.
On the other side of the door was a round table, where Pepper, Carol, Shuri, Kamala and Jennifer were talking to a soldier Kate recognised and a girl she had never seen before in her life. With olive skin and masses of dark curls, she looked Latina to Kate, and yet something in her eyes was hard to place. She sat a little apart from the other women. Leaning back in her chair, there was an air of authority about her that made Kate uneasy, because there was no way this lady could be any more than twenty years old. She should surely have no business taking the lead in a meeting with Captain Marvel.
Nobody looked up at Kate when she entered the room. The archer took this as a sign that she should take a seat quietly and let proceedings continue as they were. She took the only free spot, between the Dora Milaje warrior and Jennifer. The dark-haired girl's eyes briefly met Kate's gaze, then looked back to Pepper. She was dressed in blue and red, with a denim jacket and a white star across her chest. Somehow, the girl managed to look even more out of place in Wakanda than the rest of Shuri's travelling companions.
It seemed she'd walked in while Pepper was questioning the stranger, although this young woman didn't exactly look like a prisoner. In fact, something about her demeanour told Kate that the woman would be very hard to capture, even for the Dora Milaje.
"So, you're not here on a school trip," Pepper said. It wasn't a question.
The girl blinked. "I'm here to try and warn you," she said.
"Warn who?"
"The Dora Milaje. Queen Shuri. You, too, I guess".
Pepper frowned. "Warn us of what, exactly?"
The girl leaned forward in her chair. "Baron Helmut Zemo. Remember him?"
That certainly got the reaction out of the room that she'd wanted. Pepper's jaw dropped, Shuri froze and the soldier got out of her seat. Kamala and Jennifer both clearly knew who this Zemo was, but the name meant nothing to Kate. At best, it sounded vaguely familiar, like a name from a story Clint had told her. She'd had enough of not knowing what was going on.
"Okay, someone fill me in here," Kate ordered, "what's going on?"
"Kate, this is America," Carol said, gesturing towards the stranger.
"I know what Childish Gambino looks like and that's not it," Kate said, shaking her head.
"My name is America," said the girl, "America Chavez. I was at the Raft last night right after the breakout happened".
Kate at least knew what the Raft was- a top-security prison designed for particularly dangerous individuals. But she still had one question. "And this Zemo?"
It fell to Kamala to give her friend a refresher history lesson. "Remember the big fight between Iron Man and Captain America? That was all thanks to him".
"Then he gave Bucky and Sam a load of trouble when the whole Flagsmasher thing was going down," Pepper added.
"So what were you doing at the raft?" Carol prodded. She was clearly uncertain about this girl.
"I was there for him," America said simply. "I wanted to question him. Half my job is to keep tabs on potential threats who are in prison".
"And the other half?"
"To find the ones who are MIA. There's a lot of those going around".
"Why are you questioning criminals at top-security prisons and nobody at S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever mentioned you to me?" asked Pepper. In truth, it was exactly what Kate had been wondering.
"Because I don't work for S.H.I.E.L.D.. I work for Strange".
Clearly, Pepper found that particularly shocking. "Strange? Stephen Strange?"
America nodded calmly. "That's the guy. Or Wong, sometimes".
"Let's suppose that's true," said Pepper, in a tone that made it obvious that she thought it wasn't, "why would Strange want you to question Zemo?"
America pushed back and her chair rolled a few more inches away from the table. "We have reason to believe he's been using his communication time to plan something in secret," she said, "with a man named Justin Hammer".
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Jennifer stood under steaming water, trying to remember why she agreed to do this in the first place.
She'd never had a shower quite like a Wakandan shower. The boiler was perfect, boasting a dial so responsive that the tiniest turn of the knob would immediately adjust the temperature of the water down to a fraction of a degree. None of the mirrors steamed up, but they were cool to the touch. Bruce would have loved to check out the design behind all this stuff, and try and figure out how it worked. Of course, he was the reason she was even here. She owed him for saving her life, even if it had turned her into... whatever she was now.
Without even thinking about it she spread her legs wide and let her bladder empty. There hadn't been time to go in the morning, when she'd been woken up by Shuri's alarm and seen the message calling her to the room with the red door. Jennifer still wasn't sure what to make of this girl who called herself America, but she knew all about Justin Hammer- every lawyer in the country had followed his case before he got sent down.
In all honesty, Jennifer just wanted to distract herself from the fact that she had to poop. That couldn't be a good sign, given that she'd gone less than a day before, squatting red-faced behind a gas station bathroom. Already the need had made itself known again, far quicker than usual. She suspected that the Hulk side of her was more than a little responsible. In the middle of a guarded palace in the biggest city of the whole country, though, it wasn't exactly easy to sneak off and get some relief, especially when she might be needed by her team at any minute.
Jennifer had been eyeing up the toilet in her bedroom ever since she'd gotten there, wondering if it could handle the size of poop she was likely to be about to push out. A toilet of that petite size... usually she wouldn't even think about it, but the Wakandan technology had her wondering. Was there a chance they used vibranium in their plumbing? If so, she might be able to take a dump in there without any problems. It was still a risk, though. She didn't want to do any damage that couldn't be reversed.
But she was bound to need to go sometime soon so, reluctantly, Jennifer opted for a strategy she'd used a couple of times before. She took a breath and squatted down in the shower. It didn't take long before her asshole started to stretch out, allowing the first of four huge logs to slide out. Her face was getting drenched under the water. The turd broke off and landed with a heavy thud in the bottom of the tub. Water cascaded over her, dripping in little rivulets off of the tips of her nipples, the top of her nose, the lips of her pussy, the ends of each finger.
Jennifer wanted to get it over with. She pushed hard, and soon the rest of it was coming out of her. Here, safe in the knowledge that she had complete privacy for the first time in days, she could almost enjoy getting to empty herself. It was a far cry from the humiliation of having to poop outdoors the day before. Then again, when she'd been the way that she was for so long, she was almost starting to get used to being in embarrassing bathroom situations.
Then came the less-than-pleasant part. Jennifer took no joy in what she had to do next, but it was the only way she could be sure of getting away with her monster poops. She used her thin, pale hands to break up the first piece into small, manageable chunks, then dropped them into the toilet. She flushed. Waited. When everything had gone down, and she was satisfied that there were no problems, Jennifer repeated the process with the other turds, making sure to flush regularly so that nothing got blocked up. Back at home she'd managed to have an ultra-powerful flush installed so that she could usually manage things, but away it could get tricky.
When she was done, she took the head of the shower off of its stand. It was still blasting out water at exactly the same temperature and pressure she'd set it to ten minutes before. Squatting there awkwardly, Jennifer rinsed her ass as well as she could, not keen on getting any brown stains on the immaculate white towels that had been left out in her room. She used the side of her flattened hand to make sure that nothing messy lingered on her hole.
Getting out of the shower, Jennifer checked the toilet one last time. There was no sign that anything was coming back up, thankfully. She wrapped herself tightly in one of the towels and went out into the main bedroom to dry off. She should still have fifteen minutes before Pepper had asked them to rendezvous again. Jennifer didn't know the plan yet. All she knew was that they were going after this Zemo character.
At last, she'd thought when she had heard, someone to fight again.
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"What makes you so sure he's even gonna be there?"
Kate could only hear snippets of the conversation through the bathroom door. The engine of this Wakandan aircraft was far quieter than any other plane she'd ever been on, but it was still hard to make out everything that was being said, especially with a wall between her and her team.
"I'm not," she heard a voice say- Pepper's voice. "But you have to admit it's the most likely bet".
Kate hadn't heard Shuri or Kamala say anything for a while. They both seemed happy, as she was, to just let the older women make the decisions. At least that way they couldn't take any of the blame if things went south.
The Wakandan plane they'd swapped out for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s last minute provision was, to put it mildly, luxurious. It had more than enough space for all seven women plus two pilots, who'd been locked in the cockpit since takeoff. After last night Kate would have settled for any bathroom, but this plane had a hotel-grade one, with a working shower and spotless fittings. She was used to being squashed into airplane toilets, yet this one had extra leg room.
America Chavez had come along on the flight, having agreed to join the operation to rescue Morgan. Pepper was under no illusions that the new girl wasn't exactly prioritising her daughter- it just happened that their goals aligned, if S.H.I.E.L.D.'s assumption that Hammer was behind all this proved correct, and if Chavez's claim that Zemo was involved was right too. It seemed flimsy to Kate. She didn't want to say that out loud, though, because flimsy was just about the best they had by this point. A stretch it may have been, but it was better than running on nothing.
Kate had been in the bathroom for a while. It wasn't the worst bathroom in the world to be stuck in, sure, but she was still pissed that she couldn't be out there, getting involved in the planning. She'd excused herself half an hour into the flight, and another half hour had passed since. She'd sat, squeezed, strained, waited and willed, but there hadn't been much movement down there, if any. She felt the need to go in her gut, and yet nothing was progressing where it mattered. All she wanted was to hear that splash below and return, empty again, to the group.
There was no doubt in her mind that they knew what she was doing now. Her confession to Kamala at the gas station had been private, but it couldn't take much of a genius to work out that Kate had some issues with constipation at this point. Even America, who she'd known for a couple of hours, probably knew her secret. She was past the stage where she could afford to be shy about what they thought of her. If the mission was still to go on for a few more days (which appeared likely, if not guaranteed) then Kate would need to poop a few times. It was just inevitable.
Still, she was grateful for the privacy. Her worst fear was that someone might knock on the door while she was in the middle of her business, which would be certain to scare whatever she had pushed out right back up there, and turn her red in the face if she wasn't already. Kate kept pushing for another ten minutes, hoping optimistically that something might suddenly change even if all the signs pointed towards the opposite outcome.
Eventually, though, she was forced to accept that it wasn't going to happen yet. Maybe in a couple of hours she could take the bathroom back and try again, but it wasn't right to stay in any longer when someone else might need to go. Besides, she wanted to be outside with the rest of the team, who were no doubt discussing their plan without her. It was probably something she'd need to hear.
Kate tore off some toilet paper and wiped just in case, leaving the faintest of brown stains on the white of the roll. She wasn't sure where that could have come from, seeing as nothing had breached as far as she knew. It remained one of life's great mysteries. Standing up, Kate dropped the soiled sheets into the bowl and pulled up her jeans. She had to really yank them to get the tight waistband over her hips, wriggling until everything was in place. With one pull of the flush, any evidence that she'd ever been there in the first place was gone. As usual, Kate didn't bother washing her hands. She didn't see what harm the faintest traces of poop on her fingertips could do.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Kate wasn't sure how to act. She was all too aware that everyone outside knew what she'd been doing, but the last thing she wanted to do was to draw attention to herself. So, instead, she took her seat between Shuri and Jennifer. The plane was set up like a boardroom, with comfier chairs, so that everyone could see each other at all times. Wakandan special forces used it to plan missions en route.
Kate didn't meet the eye of anyone else for a few minutes. She hated the idea that they'd known she was trying to poop.
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Kamala was grateful to be able to escape to the bathroom- not because she had to pee badly, although she kind of did, but because she needed a few minutes away from the tense atmosphere in the rest of the aircraft. It was plain to see that Pepper didn't trust this America Chavez. In fact, Kamala seemed to be the only one who thought the new girl seemed believable.
She took her seat after lowering her jeans and underwear, keeping her thighs pressed together. Kamala liked to pee like this, legs closed, because it made her pussy point straight downwards and kept everything going in the right direction. Sometimes her labia could make the flow a little unpredictable, especially when she was releasing a lot of pent-up pressure. She pissed for half a minute or more, which was surprising; she hadn't felt like she'd had to go that much.
When it all tapered off, she took her time in wiping, far from keen to return to the stony silence that awaited outside. They would be touching down in an hour or so, according to the pilot. That felt like an hour too long to Kamala. She needed to be back on the ground, somewhere where she had someone to fight or some mission to complete. Watching the flush suck her yellow fluids and soaked paper down the drain, presumably to be spat out into the sky somewhere, she wished again that they'd had a little longer to stay in Wakanda.
When she thought she'd held out as long as she could in there without people starting to assume she'd been taking a shit, Kamala washed her hands and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. Still nobody was saying a word. Silently, she went back to her seat and waited for the descent to begin.
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Shuri gave it ten minutes between Kamala and her visits to the bathroom. She didn't want to rush in right after her friend was done, in case a poop smell- or even a floater or two- still lingered. Eventually, though, she was forced to get up and head to the toilet. It sounded like they'd be descending soon, and she guessed that the passengers would need to keep their seatbelts on while the plane was coming into land. She wasn't sure if she would be able to hold it until they were safely on the ground again. That wasn't a chance Shuri fancied taking.
In Wakanda, the Queen had barely been able to find any time to herself, and certainly not enough time to evacuate her bowels. After all, she had duties, responsibilities, people who wanted to see her. So she'd held it until their departure the next day... but it had become apparent soon into the flight that she'd need to go before they were through.
That was why she slipped into the bathroom about three quarters of an hour from landing. Shuri was relieved to find that there was no poop smell, nor was anything left in the high-power flush toilet. She locked the door, shimmied down half of her clothes and sat. Almost instantly her butt opened up to allow the first thick turd of many to pass through.
It took a few minutes, but Shuri felt infinitely better once she was done emptying her stomach. And she knew a trick that none of the other passengers were privy too- all Wakandan toilets were fitted with an air freshener. All she needed to do was find the right trigger... a gentle kick in the side of the bowl did it, as if she was signalling a horse to pick up the pace. As she wiped, the whole room was flooded with a gorgeous lavender scent.
Shuri pulled the flush and watched everything that had come out of her be sucked away at top speed. If she was fortunate, nobody would have even noticed that she'd been gone long enough to take a crap in the first place.
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Staring out of her window seat, Carol Danvers wondered if she might regret not pooping while she had the chance. The strict, cold pilots had put overhead lights on ten minutes ago when they started to descend- a sign that the passengers needed to swivel their chairs to face forwards, plug in their seatbelts and not stand up until they were back on solid ground.
Of course, Carol knew that she could disobey if she needed to. Sure, she had to take a shit, but it was still far from an emergency... for now. If she really couldn't wait, nobody was going to stop her from getting up to head to the bathroom. Nobody here was capable of telling her what to do, or indeed in almost any other solar system.
But it wasn't worth the hassle. A glance down at the ground told her that they couldn't be much more than a few minutes from landing now. It would be better to hold it, she decided. She could find somewhere to take a nice, long poop once they were on the ground.
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They had landed in what looked, to Kate, like something out of a video game. It wasn't night yet, but the city seemed eternally grey, haunted by storm clouds ahead. Fluorescent neon coursed through the veins of Madripoor, creating an endless buzz. The last leg of the flight had not, in truth, been a pleasant one. Turbulence had rocked the plane on more than one occasion. Kate had never been much of a fan of flying, but she liked it a great deal more when her seat didn't jiggle around like a fairground ride, making her stomach turn in circles.
Pepper was the first to rise, long before the wheels had stopped turning. She had become a woman permanently in a rush- not without good reason, Kate allowed.
"Leave everything in your bags unless you absolutely need it," she told them, "Fury has set up a safe house in the city. All your luggage will be taken there for us. I'll text you all the address later today. We don't have time to waste".
They filed off the plane as quickly as the rickety metal staircase would allow, and Kate felt good to be back on solid land again. Somehow, after almost being murdered five or six times, having to climb on and off aircraft every few hours was still by far the thing Kate was hating most about the mission. Still, it would be worth a few bad nights if they found the kid. Personally Kate was starting to doubt that that moment would come, though she'd never say that aloud with Pepper- or anyone else, for that matter- in earshot.
With everyone on the runway, it was a little easier to get a proper look at their surroundings. It didn't take a genius to work out that they hadn't landed on a public airstrip; no commercial jet was slender enough to have slotted onto this field, which was so small it barely felt like more than a park.
Already men in masks were removing their bags from the plane. Kate wasn't sure if they were undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. agents or just someone working with Fury. She knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. had a presence in Madripoor, from their efforts to capture the Powerbroker, who had turned out to be the gone-rogue former agent Sharon Carter. Sometimes Kate wished she'd taken a leaf out of Sharon's book and just disappeared when the snap had happened. It might have been a whole lot easier.
Though it was hard to remember after hours sitting on a plane doing nothing, they really had no time to lose if- as Pepper feared- the girl was somewhere in the city. Carol thought it would be a good idea to split into three teams and cover ground faster, so the seven women gathered just off the runway to be assigned a goal from Pepper.
"Shuri will be with me," Pepper explained, pointing her arm towards the south of the city, "this place is teeming with criminals, including Wakandan ones. There's a group of them holed up in an apartment block a few miles south of here, and according to our source they've had dealings with Zemo. I need someone with me who speaks the language".
"Won't they recognise... you know... their queen?"
"Yeah," said Shuri with a shrug, "but who's gonna believe them? The whole country thinks I'm bedridden with the flu. That's what Okoye is telling them, anyway. I'm accounted for".
"Jennifer, Kate," the boss continued, "I need you to check out a warehouse in the east. It's been a long-term storage facility for products manufactured by...?"
"Justin Hammer?" Kate said, scratching her back lazily with one hand.
"Bingo. It's huge, so I'm hoping your bow and arrow will come in handy, and it's got walls tall enough to keep Jennifer out of public view if she has to go green. The chances of anyone here recognising most of us are slim to none. But even somewhere like this, everybody knows a Hulk when they see one. We can't have our position being given away".
That left three women without a team, and Pepper put them together. America and the two Marvels, Kate thought dryly. But as they were splitting up, Kate saw Pepper draw Carol closer for a quiet word. They didn't seem to have been told that Kate could lip read.
"...keep an eye on Chavez," Pepper was saying, "I asked Fury about her. He says she's reported to be very powerful. It may be that you're the only one who can take her down if she turns on us”.
Kate turned away before they noticed her watching. It was no secret that the women didn't trust America yet, least of all Pepper. But she didn't want to be the root of any trouble.
"What was that about?" asked Jennifer as the pair headed east, waiting for Pepper to update their phones with the exact location.
"I don't know," Kate lied, "we'll probably find out later". She felt a buzz in her pocket, drew out the modified mobile and saw a GPS signal appear. "It's three miles away, wanna jog?" she teased.
"Hell, no," Jennifer said, "we'll get a taxi. I think I can last a ten-minute cab ride without turning into a monster and exposing us".
They slipped down an alleyway and into the hustle of the city, wanting to walk far enough away from the others that they wouldn't be seen hailing a cab. Kate didn't think Pepper would be too thrilled with their lack of caution. But she was more interested in this warehouse- something told her Pepper knew more than she let on to send them somewhere so seemingly mundane. Whatever was behind those walls, she doubted it was just a bunch of dusty old machines.
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Up close, the streets of Madripoor were just as grim and grimy as they had looked from above. Down every dark alleyway moved shadows that seemed to belong to nobody. Shops with unwashed doors and boarded-up windows lined the sidewalks, and everyone walked with the guilty air of a criminal on the way to their next victim, but without the secrecy usually characteristic of villains in a city where someone might actually try to catch them.
Jennifer heard a dozen different languages in the first ten minutes of roaming the place, some of which she even recognised. She remembered enough Spanish from school to understand a sleazy bald man who catcalled them as they passed, and thought the music that slipped through one window was in Japanese. She flipped the bald pervert the bird and let Kate drag her away just as he was looking like starting a scrap.
Their attempts to hail a cab had been totally fruitless. For one thing, they couldn't even find one. It made sense to Jennifer that a city where everyone was a crook might not have an official taxi system when she thought about it, so they settled on walking the three miles.
They had covered barely one of those when Jennifer started to really feel the weight of her bladder. What had barely been a twinge when they'd landed had quickly turned into something much more pressing. Jennifer didn't know what was up with her lately. Maybe it was the nerves or the excitement of the mission, but she'd been needing to go much more than usual the last few days. Normally she barely ever felt so needy.
"I have to use the bathroom," she told Kate as they turned down a side road, following the phone's GPS towards the industrial estate.
Kate didn't say anything for a few seconds, as if she was weighing up how to reply. Then she decided:
"Yeah, me too," Kate admitted. She kicked an empty can that was sitting on the sidewalk in front of them. Jennifer noticed that it looked, at least in shape, like a normal Coke can- but the packaging was a plain, dull silver instead of red. She wondered what might have been in the can before it was abandoned there. It clattered into a gutter and was still. "But I can hold it," added Kate after a while as if she was worried Jennifer might have thought Kate couldn't. She'd noticed that the young archer was still shy about using the bathroom, even after what they'd been through as a group.
"You want a bathroom break?"
"Nah," Jennifer said, "it's fine".
"You sure?"
Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, shooting the younger woman a glance.
"Well, I know I can hold it," said Kate, "but I wasn't sure if you wanted to, y'know? Or if you just wanted to go now. We could easily find you an alley, or something".
"If you can hold it, I definitely can," Jennifer said indignantly.
Kate scoffed. "Really?" she asked, "what about at the gas station? I'm pretty sure you weren't holding it when you disappeared behind the building".
Jennifer's face burned at the memory. "That's different," she said, "that was... not pee. And anyway, the only reason you held it longer is because you were all clogged up".
"That wasn't the only reason," Kate said, though now it was her turn to blush. "I can hold it longer than any of you, that's the point".
A car pulled by quickly. Jennifer made a face. "Longer than Kamala or Shuri? Sure, but not me. No way". She wanted to laugh at Kate's sheer cheek. She knew she had a bigger bladder than this kid. She was a Hulk, after all, and she wasn't going to be defeated by a puny human with no powers.
"Especially you," Kate insisted.
What the hell, Jennifer thought, this is gonna be a long walk anyway. "Care to make it interesting?" she offered, tilting her head.
Kate laughed. "You're on," she said, "last person to use the bathroom wins".
"And is officially the better holder," Jennifer added.
"And that".
They quickly fell into a comfortable silence after that, leaving Kate to wonder if she'd made a mistake. She knew she was too stubborn to give in to Jennifer even if she really had to go, which could easily end in soaked underwear if Jennifer really did have a bigger capacity than her. That stubbornness and refusal to lose was what had made her a great archer, but there were times- like now- where it could be more of a curse than a blessing. The group would probably have to burn these clothes if they didn't want S.H.I.E.L.D. asking why some articles had been pissed and pooped in numerous times in just a few days.
Not wanting to think about that, Kate turned her attention back to the city around them. It was gross, dangerous and teeming with bad, bad people. She couldn't help thinking that she might fit in here. It made her think of Clint, before his retirement. He'd have been able to survive in a place like this, too, except he'd have hated every last second of it. He always preferred being with his family on the farm to going on missions, while Kate felt his opposite.
Another twenty minutes went by, and Kate really did have to pee badly now. She was in too much discomfort to fool herself into thinking she could wait longer than another half an hour at most, though she would never give Jennifer the satisfaction of admitting it. Walking only made it worse. Her full, bloated bladder bounced with each step, litres of pee sloshing around in there, knowing it would soon be running free between her legs whether she wanted it to or not. Kate wanted to hold herself, but she was still too embarrassed to show any sign of having to go unless she had absolutely no choice left.
Jennifer eyed Kate suspiciously. "You gotta go bad, huh?"
Kate's face burned hot and she looked away, but kept on walking. They were almost at the warehouse. "No," she lied.
"You're taking smaller steps, your thighs are glued together and you've barely said a word in a quarter of an hour. I can tell you have to pee, and I don't think you can wait much longer".
Kate hated herself for being so obvious. Her poker face was one of the things she prided herself on most; Clint had taught her never to let someone know what you were thinking with your body language or expression. If Jennifer could read her so easily, she must be losing her touch.
"Don't worry, kid," Jennifer said, "I have to pee pretty bad too". Though Kate didn't appreciate being called a kid, the news that Jennifer was struggling too made her feel a little better. "Look, the most important thing here is the mission. We could call it a draw? Pee down a side street somewhere, go check out this warehouse. What do you think?"
Kate was about to agree, but then she remembered how dead-set certain Jennifer had been that Kate couldn't hold it longer than her. She knew she had to prove her wrong, or else she'd be seen as barely more than a kid for the rest of the mission.
And there was another reason she wanted to hold it, though that was to be kept strictly secret- Kate had to poop, too, and she didn't have anything on her she could use as toilet paper. If she squatted for a leak, she was sure something murky brown would come out too.
"No chance," Kate said, "the contest still stands".
The warehouse came into view not long after- a huge, grey, hulking shape that towered over every other building for half a mile around. It was the first structure Kate had seen all day that looked big enough to be holding any of the Hammer tech she'd ever come across, so it wasn't hard to pick out which warehouse was their target. Kate was busting by the time they arrived at the foot of the building, and so was Jennifer- now that Kate was looking for the signs, she saw plenty in her companion's demeanour to suggest as much.
Both women were surprised not to see a single man around as they hopped the fence around the perimeter. Of course, no security guard was going to have much hope of stopping Jennifer once she transformed, but they had still expected some resistance from Hammer's people. Instead it was eerily quiet, and Jennifer led the way towards a totally unguarded door in the side of one long, dull wall. Kate wondered if that meant the group's arrival in the city had somehow not been detected yet. Usually the bad guys had their ways of finding this stuff out.
As much as Kate's bladder was irritating her, she needed to poop almost as badly now. She'd let out a couple of small, silent farts at the end of the walk, and if Jennifer had noticed she had opted to say nothing, for which Kate was grateful. Her bowels weren't exactly full... this was something else, something much hotter, wetter, looser.
For once, she wasn't going to need to strain to push this one out.
For once, Kate wasn't grateful for the help.
They came to a stop outside the door, where Kate unsheathed a purple-tipped arrow from the slim sheath on her back, hidden by her hoodie. This one wasn't for shooting; she stuck it in the lock and the door clicked open seconds later.
"Okay," Jennifer said, one leg crossed over the other, unwilling to cede the victory to Kate in spite of what was at stake, "last chance to pee?"
Kate would have liked nothing more than to squat right there and piss until she was empty, but she didn't want to risk messing herself, nor did she like the idea of Jennifer's claim to be better at holding going unpunished.
"No," said Kate grimly, "we're going in".
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As much as Pepper Potts wanted to focus on the possibility that the key to finding her daughter was just through the next door, she couldn't stop thinking about how badly she had to shit.
The urge had hit her suddenly after they landed and it wasn't going to go away any time soon. Whether it was stress or diet, her bowels had been acting up big time since the mission began, and that was manifesting itself yet again as a dire urge to use the toilet. Her butt felt sore from holding in what felt like a massive load for the whole journey through Madripoor.
Shuri was having the same problem, Pepper knew, though she was too proud to admit it. The girl had gone deathly quiet and she was walking as only someone trying to clench their buttcheeks walked. They'd only known each other properly for a few days, but already Pepper knew exactly how the Queen of Wakanda looked when she was trying to hold in a dump. Well, if she's not going to say it, I will.
"You have to use the bathroom," Pepper said. It wasn't a question.
Shuri looked away. "Yes," she said simply.
Pepper could empathise with the poor woman. They were both similar in that respect- neither liked to admit when they had to go, instead trying to be proud and concentrate on the task at hand. She wanted to let Shuri go right now, but she couldn't wait outside the door any longer when she knew that some crucial information could lie on the other side of the door they were standing beside.
"Me too," Pepper said comfortingly, "we'll find somewhere to go right after we deal with these scumbags, okay?"
Shuri swallowed. "Okay," she agreed.
Pepper kicked the door down.
What waited for them on the other side was not at all what Pepper had been expecting. The room was silent as a church; everything stood still. There were the criminals they'd been promised, all right... bodies strewn around the place, on the couch, at a desk, across the floor. All of them were bleeding from somewhere. Pepper had seen dead bodies before, but nothing on this scale. The chilling sight made her bowels feel heavy and loose, and for a moment she thought she was going to mess herself in fear. She couldn't help noticing that the room did not smell. Pepper had been in rooms with long-dead bodies before, and there was always a smell.
A hand moved on the floor nearby, making Shuri jump so suddenly that Pepper thought the girl had surely had an accident. Tony Stark's widow wasted no time, flicking into action and pouncing to stamp on the man's feeble arm. He looked up at them, blood dripping from his mouth- a local, from the looks of him.
"Hammer," Pepper demanded. She had no time to be sympathetic towards the dying man. When he didn't answer, she put more of her weight on his wrist. "Where is he?"
"Warehouse..." he croaked, then something that sounded like water.
Pepper looked at him with something approaching pity. He was going to die, she realised. They could save him if they took him to a hospital right away... but all she could think about now was the warehouse. She assumed he was talking about the same place she'd sent two of her colleagues. The thought of leaving Shuri there to look after the wounded man occurred to Pepper, and yet the cold part of her brain knew she needed Shuri to watch her back.
Pepper lifted her foot off of him and whirled around, forcing herself to forget about the painful death that she was condemning this criminal to. "We're going to that warehouse," she announced, trying to ignore the fact that she was dying for a shit and would probably do it in her pants before they got there.
Shuri, to her credit, did not flinch. She followed Pepper out of the room and let the door slam shut behind them. Pepper extracted her phone from her pocket and tried to ring first Jennifer, then Kate, but got no reply.
"Sorry, Shuri," Pepper said, "we're going to have to hold it a little longer. We're going after them".
With that, she shoved her phone away and started taking the stairs down two at a time. It was sorely tempting to suit up and fly Shuri over, but she knew that would attract too much attention and put them both in danger. Instead, all Pepper could do was run... and try and ignore the way her shit was poking out of her ass, desperate to slide out and nestle in her underwear. She didn't much like the idea of fighting bad guys with a turd in her pants. |
The sound of knuckles against wood cut through the quiet of the dorm.
Connie looked up from her textbook, turning to meet her roommate’s eyes. Nat, apparently not expecting anyone either, returned the look just long enough to give a vague shrug and then turned her attention back to her laptop.
She stood, winced, and stretched a little against the slight stiffness in her muscles from sitting absorbed in her studies too long, a bad habit she had yet to break herself of. That done, she went to open the door, revealing - “Steven!”
Even as he exclaimed “Connie!” with just as much enthusiasm, she darted forward for a hug; he caught her, laughing as he lifted her off the ground (he’d gotten so tall over the last few years!) and redirecting her momentum into a spin. She
hadn’t expected him to be here so soon!
Nor had he! But he’d been making such good time, and once he realized he was going to be a few days early he decided to make it a surprise.
Well, it had certainly worked! They came to a stop after a full revolution, putting Pearl’s training to use to catch their momentum into a graceful pose, still laughing as the light faded from their limbs.
“What the fuck,” Nat said, staring at them over her laptop in shock.
“Oh,” Stevonnie said. They hadn’t meant to do that; Steven and Connie had just been so excited to see each other that it had happened on its own. They reached up to rub the back of their neck, a sheepish grin on their face. “Uh. Hi. I’m Stevonnie; Connie’s mentioned me?”
“Shit. All that magic stuff was true?”
“Well, yeah,” they confirmed, a little twinge of upset coming from the part of them that was Connie. “Did you think she was making it up?” She hadn’t picked up on it, if so.
“I mean,” Nat said. “Kind of? Not - like, I didn’t think she was just lying, it’s just… kind of hard to believe, you know?”
“I guess? It feels normal to me. But, uh, yeah. Here I am. I kind of already know you through Connie, but it’s nice to meet you, Nat.”
“Yeah, you too,” she said automatically. “Is Connie, like… in there? Can she hear me right now?”
“Yeah,” they said. “Or… It’s hard to explain if you haven’t fused. But she’ll remember being me, and if either of them wanted to stop it’d make me split up.”
Did either of them want to unfuse? They had just met up in person for the first time in months, after all. Stevonnie took a moment to shift mental tracks, the unique perceptual experience of a fusion ceding thought to their components.
Sure, Connie and Steven hadn’t been in the same place for a while, but Stevonnie hadn’t even gotten to exist for just as long! They talked almost every day, but they couldn’t fuse over the phone.
That was true. And Connie didn’t have anything that urgently needed doing; she’d long since learned to add space in her study schedule for unforeseen delays, and any homework due soon she’d done days ago at least.
They could hang out any time. Stevonnie was here now; they could have some fun, meet Connie’s friends, go to a party…
Honestly. College wasn’t like in the movies; people were busy, they couldn’t spend every night partying. But yes, they deserved some time of their own. It wasn’t a problem.
They hit it off with Connie’s friends.
And then with the people who Connie didn’t really know who happened to be nearby.
And then one person said, “Hey, there’s a party tonight. You wanna come?”
“Sure!” They grinned, feeling slightly smug excitement and good-natured irritation from their component selves.
It turned out it had already started, and would be going all night. It was some distance away - maybe a half hour’s walk; Connie knew the area though she’d never been there herself - but a handful of people decided to attend as well. Including, surprisingly, the normally reclusive Nat, though given how she’d been looking at them they guessed she had an ulterior motive.
“Hey,” they said, “wanna see something cool?”
They did, in fact, want to see something cool, and thankfully Lion decided to come when they called him. He emerged from the portal carrying four humans and a fusion, Nat sitting behind Stevonnie with her arms wrapped tight around their waist, and once they’d all dismounted he snarled at the boy who had had too tight a grip on his fur and left.
“Thanks, Lion!” Stevonnie called into the air behind him.
“Whoa,” Nat said, taking in the house he’d delivered them to. “Nice place.” It was a fair reaction; the building was three stories tall and two or three times the size of most people’s houses, a stark contrast to the college dorms.
Music became audible as they approached, and when they entered (the front door having been left unlocked) it became clear that it was just barely too loud enough to talk over at normal volume.
“I’m gonna go get a drink!” Owen, the guy Lion had growled at, announced loudly. “You guys want one?”
Stevonnie thought about it. Steven and Connie had both tried alcohol at least once, but that was the extent of any of their experience. But they were both old enough to drink in thirty-one states, Delmarva included, and that was what you did at parties, right?
“Sure!” they said, echoed by agreement from the others, and the group set off into the party in search of drinks.
Drinks were plentiful; there were tables with red cups, bottles of soda, and packs of beer scattered around the place. Beer, it turned out, didn’t taste very good, but after sipping at a can for a while they started to feel pleasantly warm and it stopped mattering as much.
The group they’d arrived with mostly drifted apart after a while; only Nat hung around. They drifted around the party, joining conversations and games at random and then cycling out again when it looked like someone else wanted a turn. Before they knew it, they were several cans in (plus a few cups of soda to wash it down), everything was blurring a little when they moved, and they were amidst a crowd of people, dancing to something loud with a heavy beat.
They turned, and there was Nat, dancing alongside them. She grinned up at them, and they beamed back. It was good that she was enjoying herself. Everything seemed good right about now, really.
And then Nat moved in close to them and stood up on her toes to lean in towards their face.
As gently as they could manage while still being quick about it, they put their hands on her shoulders and guided her back down. It took a moment for her to catch on, but when she did she shrunk back, looking away with an expression of dismay.
Shit, they hadn’t wanted to upset her.
Still gentle, holding her loosely enough to make it clear they weren’t making her follow if she didn’t want to, they guided her by one arm to a quieter spot, away from the music and the dancing people. “I’m sorry,” was the first thing she said once they got far enough to talk.
“It’s okay,” they reassured her. “I’m not mad.”
“Sorry,” she said again, slurring a little. “I just - I just thought…” she trailed off without saying what she had thought.
“I do like you,” they said. “Just, not like that. Like a friend.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled.
“I’m…” they paused for a moment to get the words to line up through the tipsy haze. “I’m a person, but I’m also, a relationship? Literally, I’m made from how Connie and Steven feel about each other and, and how they are together. So it’s - and they’re not, you know, looking for someone else?”
“I get it,” Nat said. “I think. You don’t have to explain, anyway. No’s enough of an answer.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to. To make sure you know it’s nothing against you.”
She sniffed and nodded, still looking upset but a little less stricken than she had.
With that crisis over, their attention was freed up to focus on other things; one immediately presented itself, the drinks they’d had making themselves known. “Hey, I’m gonna go use - find the bathroom, okay?”
Nat nodded. They gave her an encouraging grin, which she returned with a weak smile of her own, and headed off to search.
The house was big and the rooms seemed to be rearranging themselves whenever they weren’t looking, but eventually, by way of asking random people they passed, they found themself in a hallway which promised to have a bathroom attached. They weren’t alone there, though; there was less a line than a small crowd, all waiting for the one room. A number of them were visibly worse off than Stevonnie; some were dancing in place, some pressed their legs tightly together, and one poor girl who wasn’t even close to the door had both hands in her crotch and her legs twisted together around them, bouncing on the spot with an expression of pained determination.
Finding a guy nearby who looked unruffled, they asked, “Is this the only bathroom?”
“Far as anyone knows,” he confirmed. “Figure a house this big there’s gotta be a couple others, but no-one knows where they are and most’a the doors are locked anyway.”
They grimaced. “Whose house is it? Surely they would know?”
He shrugged. “If anyone’s asked him, I haven’t heard about it.”
“Darn.”
“You said it,” he agreed with a half grin.
They waited there for the next few minutes, watching people leave and enter the room, and yet the crowd barely seemed to diminish. Eventually they grew frustrated; it had been at least ten minutes since they’d left Nat by this point, and they hadn’t gotten any closer to the toilet. I’ll come back later, they decided. They didn’t need to go all that badly; they could afford to wait until there were less people waiting.
The world span for a minute as they pushed themself off the wall they’d been leaning against, and they had to give it a moment to steady. Once it did, they headed off in the direction from which they’d come, the guy they’d asked giving them a one-handed wave as they left.
They only got a little bit lost on their way, and eventually managed to return to the spot where they’d left Nat. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen. That made sense, probably; they’d been gone a while. Hopefully she’d just gone to find something to do, rather than believing she’d driven them off.
They’d find her eventually, or else Connie would see her and they’d find out when next she and Steven fused. In the meantime, they went back to navigating the party. There was at least one activity they hadn’t tried yet.
Turned out, they were pretty good at beer pong. It was like tennis, only smaller! And they’d had practice aiming projectiles by way of their shield, which wasn’t directly applicable, but they made it work.
They made it through their first game only losing two cups, but partway through the second one the alcohol really started to kick in and their performance got sloppy. They still managed to win, but it was pretty close; by the end they only had three cups left.
The drinks were having an effect elsewhere, too; the noticeable urge from earlier had grown to a substantial pressure in their abdomen, weighing down heavily in search of escape. They laid the paddle down as the next opponent stepped up to the table, and approached the guy who had appointed himself referee. “I’ll be back in a minute,” they said, only stumbling over their words a little. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”
“Sure,” the referee said. “We’ll start another game while you’re gone and you can jump in for the next one once you’re back, yeah?”
“Sounds- nn,” they grunted, a particularly strong wave of desperation distracting them. “Sounds good. I’m gonna need to switch out the beer, though. Any more an’ it’s gonna get too much.”
“As long as you don’t mind your opponents getting soda too,” he told them. “Wouldn’t be fair otherwise.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” they agreed. “Right. Back in a bit.”
The crowd at the bathroom wasn’t noticeably smaller when they got there, though the people in it were different. There was also a dark patch on the carpet, conspicuous in how everyone tried to avoid standing on it. Someone hadn’t made it. Maybe the particularly desperate girl they’d seen earlier? They hoped she wasn’t too embarrassed about it.
Needing to pee was a weird sensation as Stevonnie. Not a completely new one; they’d spent enough time fused that it had come up on occasion, especially the time they’d spent most of a week on an alien moon. But most of their memories came from Steven and Connie, so their own body - it felt right, it wasn’t uncomfortable, just sometimes a little unfamiliar. Fusions, in general, tended to have duplicate parts. Even Garnet had her third eye. Stevonnie’s wasn’t so easily visible; they were intersex, having inherited anatomy from both of their components. They grew facial hair, had breasts, and, relevantly, had both sets of genitals. They didn’t know how much of the internal anatomy had come with them, but it was enough that they were functional; masturbation worked with both, up to and including ejaculation. And their bladder was connected to both.
So it felt a little odd, the urge present in two places at once. They had plenty of time to contemplate the feeling as they waited. Their bladder throbbed, overfull and stretched inside them; surges of pressure forced them to tighten and re-tighten their muscles, slowly wearing away at their sphincters’ strength.
During all this, people entered and left the bathroom. They weren’t really paying attention to that, focused on their own situation, but they were peripherally aware of it. Enough to realize that the latest person was taking a while, at least.
A tall Asian girl rounded the corner at a near-run, a hand pressed between her legs. She passed Stevonnie and others in the crowd, heading straight to the front. “Can I go in next?” she asked, voice strained and shaking. “Please, I can’t hold it any longer, I’m about to piss myself!”
Nobody outright refused her, at least. “I don’t know how much good it’ll do you,” one person said. “This guy’s been in here for almost ten minutes.”
“Oh god,” she groaned. She spun towards the door and pounded on it with her free hand. “Hey!” she yelled. “Are you almost done in there? I’m gonna burst!”
“Fuck off!” a drunk voice yelled back. “‘M gonna… gonna be a while! Don’t fuckin’ rush me!”
“Shit,” the girl gasped, pulling her hand off the door to join the other adding pressure on her crotch. It didn’t seem to help; muttering “shit, shit, shit, fuck, no” to herself, she sank down until she was on her knees on the ground, quivering with tension. “No, no, fuck, I can’t- I can’t hold it-”
A dark patch bloomed across her pink pants, covering their entire width almost instantaneously and spreading downwards just as fast. The sound of trickling liquid became audible as her bladder emptied itself, pouring down onto the ground and splashing as it met the puddle she was making.
Stevonnie’s bladder clenched in sympathy, the sight and sound of someone getting the relief they wanted worsening their own situation; from the grimaces and sudden shifts in position they weren’t the only one. She must have been holding a lot; it just kept going and going, long after it seemed like it should have stopped. A guy near Stevonnie suddenly started to lose control himself, a wet patch inches across forming on his own pants; unlike the girl, he managed to stop it before it went any further, though looking at him it didn’t seem like he’d manage to keep it that way for very long.
Eventually the girl was empty, the pouring sound trailing off. She kneeled there for a while, panting, then picked herself up and wiped her hands off on her shirt.
“I hope you’re happy, asswipe!” she yelled, slamming her hand on the door once. “I just pissed my fucking pants because of you!”
“Fuggoff!” came the reply.
She turned and stormed away in fury. The boy with the wet patch went very still and gasped, probably losing another leak. Stevonnie grimaced and turned to leave too; it didn’t look like the bathroom would be open any time soon.
Somehow, they decided returning to the beer pong table was a good idea.
Well, to be entirely fair, they hadn’t intended to participate. They just joined the crowd to watch. But a game was just finishing up as they arrived, and the referee spotted them - it wasn’t difficult, as tall as they were. “They’re back, ladies and gentlemen!” he called out, apparently not thinking much about his phrasing. “The one who beat the reigning beer pong champion! Anyone want to try their hand against Stevonnie!?”
They intended to tell him they weren’t up for another game, they really did. But as their eyes swept across the crowd, they fell upon one individual in particular. The contrast of dark skin and blue-dyed hair drew the eye, even when it wasn’t familiar; in this case, it was. Nat was there, looking right at them and smiling, and joined the crowd as it let out an uncoordinated cheer.
Pasting a grin on their own face, they approached the table. They picked up the paddle, tossed it from hand to hand, and decided to show off a little. Holding out their empty fist, they willed a shield into being, flattened and sized to match the paddle; they swung their arm around experimentally, and the shield moved with it.
This drew an even louder cheer from the crowd, as well as several confused expletives.
The cups were filled with soda, a guy took position at the other end of the table, and the game was on. This one went better than their second round; their opponent was decent, but not as good as the “reigning champion”, and they only lost five cups. The problem was, that was still five cups of soda to drink; their bladder urgently protested every time they put more liquid into their body, and by the time they won they hit the point of being unable to stand still, shifting their weight from leg to leg as their muscles trembled.
A blonde girl took position at the other end of the table as the cups were reset again. As soon as the match started, it became clear that the tide - don’t think about tides - was turning. She was good, and their performance was suffering; two points went to her before they finally managed to land the ball in one of her cups.
With their desperation taking up so much of their focus, even hitting the ball was getting harder, let alone aiming it. Worse, every time they moved it felt like the contents of their bladder were sloshing about, crashing against its overstretched muscles. And every lost point meant one more cup, which despite all logic seemed to be pouring straight from their mouth to their abdomen, at least based on how it felt.
Honestly, it was tempting to just let the fusion go and abandon the struggle for peaceful nonexistence. But they didn’t know what kind of state that would leave Steven and Connie in; if it was anything like this, they couldn’t do that to them.
Finally, it came down to one cup apiece, and it was Stevonnie’s serve. The crowd was, relatively speaking, silent in anticipation as they raised the ball, dropped it, and swung their shield-paddle into it-
With an unsteady hand, muscles trembling with sheer need. The shot missed the cup.
Their opponent hit it back. They swung the shield once more-
Missed-
And the ball landed cleanly in their last cup.
The crowd erupted into wild cheers. It took a moment for Stevonnie to process the loss, distracted as they were; once they did, they gave the victor a wide if shaky grin. “Nice game!” they yelled to her, accompanied it with a thumbs-up in case she hadn’t been able to hear them over the crowd. Then, because the rules demanded it, they fished the ball out of the cup and - with great reluctance - downed the contents.
Knees together, they shuffled away from the table in Nat’s direction. Together they pushed their way through the crowd, away from all the excitement. “I need to pee,” they gasped as soon as it was quiet enough that they could be heard.
“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious,” Nat told them. “Come on, let’s get you to the bathroom. Jush- just hope there isn’t a line.”
“There’s going to be a line,” they said, following her. Unless the crowd had somehow completely dispersed, at least, but they didn’t have high hopes.
“Then they’ll just have to let you cut in front,” she said. “It’ll be fine. You’re gonna make it.”
They certainly hoped so. That hope was briefly buoyed when they entered the hall and found it empty, but sank like a stone into their stomach once the bathroom door came in sight it became clear why nobody was waiting: A sheet of paper was taped to it reading “OUT OF ORDER” in large letters.
They tried the door, hoping that maybe it was usable anyway, and then slammed it shut after getting a look inside. Vomit was liberally splattered across what looked like practically every surface in the room; the smell, even in that brief moment, was appalling.
“Oh god,” Nat groaned, cupping her hand over her nose and mouth. “Is there another bathroom?”
“I asked earlier,” they said, then groaned as their bladder cramped. “No- no luck.”
“Shit.”
“I’m gonna have to go back to the dorms,” they realized. There were bathrooms there. They could use those.
“Party was getting boring anyway,” Nat said. “Let’s go.”
As soon as they got outside Stevonnie called for Lion, but Lion did not appear. Even offering all the steak he could eat didn’t work.
It was close to eleven at night, they realized. Lion was probably asleep.
With that idea shot down, they just started walking. Stevonnie lit up their gem to give themself and Nat more light to see by, casting the area ahead of them in a pink glow. Looking down as they did that drew their attention to their stomach, and they realized they could actually see how full they were; beneath their gem their abs bowed out unnaturally, stretched over the bloated shape of their bladder.
They’d never been so desperate to pee in their life, and nor had either of their components. It was looking less and less likely that they’d make it back, but they refused to consider the alternative.
Their pink spotlight tracked their slow progress through the streets, the half-hour journey stretched out by their inability to part their legs to take full steps. The world constricted to the pulsing ache beneath their stomach, the muscles straining around the gargantuan volume of liquid within them, spasming and cramping again and again in an attempt to force it out. They could feel the urine pressing against their sphincters, the waves of urgency wearing away their strength; they clenched the muscles again and again to hold it back, but it was only a matter of time before their best efforts simply would not be enough.
“Are we even going the right way?” Nat asked, frustrated. “Feels like we should be getting close by now, but I don’t recognize any of this. Is it just ‘cause it’s dark?”
Their bladder seemed to fight all the harder at the idea of even more delay, finally overcoming their resistance; a pair of momentary leaks escaped into their underwear, only to be immediately cut off. Their sphincters were quivering now, alight with the burn of a muscle that had been overtaxed and was going to give out. “No,” they gasped, and fumbled with the button of their pants - Connie’s pants, modified to fit them but still tight, the waistband cutting a red-hot line into their bladder. They had to pull it tighter to be able to open them, the added pressure forcing out another leak before their distended abdomen expanded into the newly-available space.
The relief of no longer being constricted by the waistband ran through them like a jolt, but they were still only seconds away from losing control. In a desperate bid to delay even a little longer, they thrust their hands into the crotch of the pants, one clasping their penis in a vice grip and the other going lower, pushing their balls aside and to get a hand on their vagina.
“Oh god,” they moaned. “I gotta - I gotta pee so bad…”
“Shit,” Nat muttered. “Look, I know this doesn’t sound good, but I think your best bet is to just let go. You’re obviously not gonna make it.”
“I can’t just pee on the ground!” they snapped. Sure, they’d done it before, but that was on the jungle moon; there’d been no toilets anywhere near there. They’d never had a bathroom available to them and hosed down the ground anyway.
The ground… their brain latched onto that idea, and they had a shining moment of epiphany. “Nat, I need you to pull my pants down,” they said, ignoring the immediate contradiction with the last thing they said. “I can’t let go or it’ll come out.”
“Okay, hold on,” she said. They struggled to do exactly that, leaks dribbling out even past their hands as she tugged first their pants then their underwear down to their ankles.
As soon as her hands were clear, they removed their own, muscles burning in agony as they tried to keep their waters at bay for just a second more. Warmth flowed through their hands and into the air, a pink bubble blooming into existence and growing to encompass both sets of genitals, one side phased into their body. With a receptacle finally in place to contain it, they relaxed their sphincters at long last.
And urine splattered onto the ground. The bubble had to be permeable so they could be partly inside it, and they had never practiced making part of a bubble let them through and the rest block them. Apparently, their pee was still them enough to go through it as though it wasn’t there.
“Shit!” Unthinking, panicked, they clamped down on the flow again. Their body protested; it had finally gotten a taste of relief, and now they were snatching that from it. But, with a tremendous effort of will, the stream slowed to a stop, not even five seconds’ worth of liquid having escaped them.
Shaking like a leaf, whimpering, they bent down and tugged their pants back up. The fabric slid into place, bubble dissolving as they stopped putting energy into it. They stood upright, and moved to take a single step forward, to try and reach the dorms.
And their control dissipated completely, their muscles ceasing to put up any resistance as their bladder forced twin torrents out into their clothes.
They thrust their hand down their pants to do something, anything, but all they ended up achieving was to pull their cock out to hang over the band of their underwear. This did nothing whatsoever beyond sending an arc of piss forward to make a larger puddle; their vagina was still under their clothes, leaving a wet patch that was practically scalding in comparison to the cold night air to spread all the way down the inside of their legs and most of the way up towards the waist.
The relief, now that they finally allowed themself to give in to it, was practically orgasmic; a shiver ran through them and their penis swelled half-hard in their hand. They moaned aloud, overcome with bliss as their still-aching bladder slowly deflated.
After well over a minute, their streams finally slowed to a trickle, then to a stop. There was a huge puddle beneath and in front of them shining in the light of their gem, their wet pants were already starting to become cold and clammy, and they’d just embarrassed themself in front of Connie’s roommate; and with their limbs still leaden, pleasure still radiating through their body, they didn’t care. The alcohol still in their system lowering their inhibitions, they started to move the hand holding their cock; it hardened fully at the stimulation, and with just a few quick strokes they came, sticky white ejaculate shooting out to add another fluid to the puddle.
They stumbled backwards a little, panting, and let go to wipe their hand off on their already-ruined pants. This was going to be terribly embarrassing for Steven and Connie to look back on once they unfused, not to mention how awkward it might make Connie’s next few days in the dorm with Nat, but right now, they couldn’t bring themself to care. |
"So Mink is on the way to the tournament, is she? And what's the next stage of my plan?" From atop his throne in the premier seating section, King Siva contemplated his scheme as he looked over the masses gathered for this year's Brutal, Killer Martial Arts Tournament. Of course, anyone who knew the king would know that he could never come up with a strategy, a plot, or even a draft without someone advising him, even if they would never admit it to his bald face, lest they face the mighty weight of the king's anger.
In that case, it was good for him that he had his advisor, Rosario, there to assist him. "Don't worry, sire, Rosario has something very wicked up his sleeve," he assured, with his usual slimy demeanor.
Both knew the threat this "Mink" represented. The teenage daughter of the legendary dragon slayer, Ruth, and the deadly red dragon, Mana, Mink was proving to be quite the adversary in his quest for something definitely very defined and clear. Manipulating her to participate in this Brutal, Killer Martial Arts Tournament was their way of eliminating her, by leaving the task to the many strong contestants.
Unfortunately, their plan could not end there. Having such a powerful heritage, Mink had quickly proven herself to be a force to be reckoned with. She had beaten Damaramu, after all, which was not an easy feat when she definitely wasn't outsmarting him. Even with the strong combatants in the tournament, it wasn't a safe bet to just roll the dice on this one. They needed some way to cripple her, make her easy prey for everyone else.
And Rosario believed he had found the perfect method to do so, holding up a full glass bottle to the king, the label reading one word, or two if you don't count hyphens: "Ex-Lax". The plan was obvious, make Mink need to poop so badly she'd never be able to concentrate on a fight. True, it'd be a messy defeat, but if it got Mink out of the king's non-existent hair, it'd be worth it.
Upon seeing the vial and realizing the implications, the king's angry face dropped, replaced with one of giddiness. "Oh, that'll do it! Hehe, what an excellent plan we've come up with! Just feed that to Mink, and...oh, how are you going to do that?"
"No worries, Rosario has a foolproof plan for that as well." He began chuckling to himself as he looked down at the contestant waiting area just below the peasant stands, where a flash of red hair told him that his target was in sight. "Now it's time for Rosario, master of disguise, to take the stage!" And with that, he descended.
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The eight fighters registered for the Brutal, Killer Martial Arts Tournament this year, having passed the rigorous screening test, were not looking to be pushovers, being either large beasts or men with an imposing aura of cruelty. Even the littlest one was, unbeknownst to his peers, the youngest son of the Demon Lord.
And then there was Mink. While she definitely wasn't human, with a salamander tail and two back-pointed horns on the side of her head, she was far less imposing than her potential opponents. Especially in dress; instead of wearing armor or a magical robe, she dressed light in what would appear to be blue, high-leg bikini bottoms that were little more than panties, a blue sports bra with conical cups, and blue sleeves. And that was it. There wasn't much of her dragon half body left to the imagination.
She didn't have much of the capacity to be concerned for her future safety, but if she were, she had her two friends from back home there to give their support: the blond elf, Lufa, and the amazingly tiny Pia, decked out in heavy armor. Those two would surely keep Mink in check, protecting her from any that would try to take advantage of her. "Oh, don't worry about it. You're the ultimate killer reptile," Lufa cheered on.
"Just who are you calling a reptile?!" Even if the words came from an encouraging place, the choice of words was pretty insulting to a dragon half very self-conscious about her species mix.
Just then, a man walked past the three backwoods girls, the final entrant in the tournament to arrive, fashionably late. He could afford to be, being the crowd favorite, the name known across the land, and the reason for Mink's taxonomic insecurity: the teen heartthrob/pop sensation/dragon slayer, Dick Saucer. Just seeing his handsome face made Mink's heart swoon; if only he weren't a dragon slayer and she weren't a dragon. Then, surely a random teenage girl would have her chance.
Dick Saucer wasn't quite so ecstatic to see Mink. "So, we meet again. I must admit, I am a little surprised to see you here in the tournament." The two had been previously "introduced" when Mink came crashing through his wall with an accidental kiss, and later when he had been sent to kill her. "But I swear that I will get you this time, you loathsome hellspawn!" With a pivot that could best be described as "snooty", he proceeded to walk as far away from the dragon as he could, given the small space the fighters were occupying. Such cold disregard sort of killed Mink inside, and she deflated with a sigh.
That's when a totally normal merchant in a dark magician robe popped up out of nowhere, totally not Rosario in lipstick and eye shadow. "Excuse me, young lady," the merchant spoke, in a totally female voice and not a male falsetto. "Would you care to try one of my magic stamina drinks before the contest?"
Lufa was quick to jump on him, like he was suspicious or something. "Don't be stupid! Anyway, it's probably Ex-Lax or something!"
Already, Rosario broke character. "No way, how in the hell did you know that?!" He had yet to notice that the label was still on the bottle.
"W-wait, I'll take one of those, please!" But it didn't seem to matter, because Mink was buying it. No one ever said Mink was smart.
Rosario didn't quite believe it himself. He was succeeding in his master plan, but it was still weird. All he could do was flow with the punches. "Thank you very much, my sweet young lady." Without taking any sort of payment, he handed the bottle to Mink, and began laughing evilly, no subtlety.
Taking the bottled liquid, Mink ran off to Dick Saucer. "Mr. Saucer, please take this stamina drink and fight well in the tournament," she giggled, offering the drink to her crush. Given that she had to have heard Lufa's accusation and Rosario's implicit confession, her immediately turning around and handing it off to the man who had recently tried to kill her seemed like revenge. If only Mink were smart.
But she might not have been the stupidest one here. She wasn't the one taking a random, labeled as harmful drink from someone that she had previously tried to kill. At least, someone she recognized as someone she had previously tried to kill. Saucer could not claim that level of mental competency. "Hmph. Don't worry, I won't lose in the tournament before I meet you, dragon. But, since you're being so insistent, I'll take it, then." Taking the vial in a cocky grip, Saucer walked away, leaving Mink starstruck and speechless.
Rosario was speechless too, that his master plan had been foiled so swiftly by this unforeseen turn of events. And now he had nothing to fall back on, meaning Mink could fight at full efficiency and maybe win the whole tournament. Now he was panicking, racking his brain for anything he could do at this venture.
"You're still a fast operator, aren't you, snake slut?" But maybe they weren't the players in this game, because here came the king's only daughter, Princess Vina: mage, slime half, and president of the Dick Saucer Fan Club, and she had not been happy that he had been interacting more with Mink. Even if it was because he was aiming to kill her. "Are you trying to win my Dick Saucer's heart with your half-assed gift, lizard hussy?!"
"Well, if he sees my charm and wonderful personality because I wished him luck, then I guess I win regardless," Mink rebutted in the most arrogant tone possible.
"It's going to take a lot more than just a little drink to make anyone look past your ugliness, little newt. Ohohohohohoho!" The tournament had yet to begin, but two of its entrants were looking to fight in the stands.
That is, until Vina backed off, reaching down and pulling a small bottle out of the only pocket she had on this outfit: her cleavage. "You'd better hope we don't meet in the ring, or even this strength potion won't be enough to save you." She threw the flask underhand to Mink, who caught it in a display of uncharacteristic coordination.
And Mink couldn't possibly imagine anyone tricking another by lacing their drink with something unpleasant. "Oh, you're going to regret making me more powerful when we have to face off." Not even hesitating for a microsecond, Mink popped the cap off and chugged the liquid contents in one breath.
Vina smirked. "I'm sure our fight is going to be very interesting, Mink." Waving in the most imperious way, the slime princess sauntered off.
Only then did Mink's friends come to her side. "Wow, she really is mean and stuck-up," Pia spoke, confirming the tales of Princess Vina that Mink had previously woven.
But Mink wasn't concerned. "Aw yeah! I can feel myself getting stronger already! That Vina isn't going to know what hit her when we fight!"
"But...you don't know whether you'll fight her or not," Lufa realized. "It's going to depend on how everyone else performs."
The three were silent for a moment, as Mink clearly did not consider that little fact. "Aw, damn it!" Frustrated, she dropped the now-empty bottle onto the stone floor. And, despite the glass nature, it didn't crack or shatter upon impact. Instead, it rolled, revealing its still-attached label to the sun's rays, reading three clear descriptive words: "Extra Strength Diuretic". Too bad no one was paying attention.
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"Now, let's begin the battle! 50,000 Gamels and the glory of victory are at stake! In the first match, two-time defending champion, the Invincible Idol: Dick Saucer! And his opponent, the strongest warrior from Hippoco Village: Guy!" As the announcer riled the crowd up with uproarious applause, Mink and Lufa watched from the edge of the ring. Or rather, from the edge of the moat of lava surrounding the ring, the fate of any who lost this Brutal, Killer Martial Arts Tournament. Either that, or a sticker of the king stuck to them. A fate worse than death.
Saucer and Guy had yet to make a move when Pia came running to her friends, her armor clanking with each step. "Did I miss anything?!"
"Nope, you made it back just in time," Lufa assured. "You know, when I told you to go, I was sure you'd have plenty of time to spare. What took you so long?"
"It takes a long time to take all this armor off. I..." Looking down bashfully, Pia blushed. "I didn't all-the-way make it."
Mink knew what her little friend meant. Pia's parents made her wear the armor at all times for protection, so when the three girls would go out hunting for food, there were times when either Mink or Lufa would have to help her take it all off so she could pee somewhere other than her pants. Being half the size of the other two, Pia couldn't always be guaranteed to be totally dry by the time they agreed to make a pit stop.
Mink knew what she meant because of the hole currently being burned in the exposed area below her stomach, one with the familiar signature of an incredibly full bladder. Like, a bladder so stretched-out and massive that it was forming its own orbit. Already, she felt the urge to keep her bare thighs pressed together to apply pressure to her "dragon's treasure", an urge she complied with. And as soon as she did, her body began asking for the next step, to cross her legs with enough force to crack rocks. That one she resisted, at least for the time being.
It wasn't all that unusual for Mink to not notice a need for a bathroom until it was really urgent. She may have only been a dragon half, but having those sorts of roots on her family tree at all gave her a host of special abilities: extra appendages, fire breath, and severely increased strength, as examples. And that strength not only meant she could throw a mean punch, but it routinely meant she was holding what seemed like a gallon of urine. And it meant it was in her best interest to find somewhere to take a whiz as soon as she noticed that.
Normally, she would excuse herself for the toilet, or a bush, or someplace, without delay. But this time was an exception. She was feeling the need a little while back, yet here she was, still unrelieved. She couldn't miss Dick Saucer fighting in front of her own eyes, so she was resolved to hold it until he had finished. Then she could rush to the little dragon's room with every bit of speed, which would be even easier now that Pia had found it first.
But first, Saucer had to win this round, something that was not looking as if it would happen soon, given that the two still hadn't begun combat. Mink had painstakingly pored over as many Dick Saucer videotapes as she could get her hands on, and this just wasn't his ordinary style. He was breathing heavily, sweating, he seemed almost...worried about something. "He must be sick or something," Mink hypothesized. Her heart went out to him.
Though, truthfully, Mink imagined she would hesitate and struggle just as much in the ring, if for entirely different reasons. Were she the one being watched by a crowd with an enemy before her, it was very possible she would raise eyebrows with a dance of desperate description, where nervousness may get the better of her, raising the ferocity her movements to include violent stomping and a hand over her bottoms. Much like she was doing right now, actually, with a few added moans and squeals for good measure. "Eep!" Now aware of her pitiful state, she buckled down and forced her body to stay still, legs still squeezing very hard.
The dragon quickly looked to her friends at her sides, and was relieved to see that neither had paid her any mind; they were far too occupied watching the fight, or lack of a fight. Mink decided to take her mind off her troubles by getting back to the viewing as well, and she turned her head over to the ring once more. Though, honestly, she really didn't need to look, because nothing had changed: Guy was still watching, and Saucer was still on the verge of losing before a single blow was thrown.
But, while he may have been cautiously waiting it out, Guy wasn't going to let this charade go on any further. He didn't even need to do anything special, just casually walked up, reached over, and stuck a sticker on Dick Saucer's forehead. "My God! Saucer loses! What an upset," the announcer called out, earning a round of chaos from the crowd; some cheered for Guy, some contested a loss for the great Dick Saucer, and some got into the excitement regardless.
Mink and her friends fell firmly into the second camp. "What are you doing, Saucer," Lufa shouted at the top of her lungs.
He was initially stunned at having lost so disgracefully, but when he regained his bearings, Dick Saucer ran out of the arena, tears in his eyes. "I'll get you next time, dragon!" And with that, he rushed off out of sight, in the same direction Pia came from when she returned from the bathroom. Strange.
But, now that her man was no longer performing, Mink had no more reason to stay around. Meaning, she could run off to the toilets and not miss anything important. And that's exactly what she planned to do, taking one big step as she began a sprint to the can.
"Our first combatant in the next round is making her debut at the Brutal, Killer Martial Arts Tournament, Mink!" And she only made it to a second step before she was stopped by her name being called out. And, just as she was considering ignoring it and running out anyway, the voice continued. "Mink, get into the arena for your fight!"
Pia tugged on her forearm. "Mink? It's your turn, you gotta go."
Mink began growling, almost bellowing a real dragon roar, before finally giving up and slithering towards the single bridge that led into the center square. "Let's just get this stupid thing over with." And of course, that bridge had to be on the exact opposite side from where she was watching.
Even as she took her spot in the corner of the ring, her need just kept growing at an alarming rate. It seemed that, with each and every step, another cup of urine nested within her bladder, now boiling over like a bubbling volcano. "Oh, I gotta gooooooo," she moaned, not exactly "quietly", but too far out of everyone's earshot to matter.
But that didn't mean she was giving up already. "Just gotta win this match quick, and then I can pee. Yeah! Time to show this guy what a dragon can do!" She began warming herself up by wheeling her arm at the shoulder and hopping in place...hopping once before being harshly informed she shouldn't move like that. After that, she turned herself into a statue. "Y-yeah...come on, loser! I can take you!" Her trash talk lacked impact when she trembled as she said it.
And whatever little intimidation she had mustered also faded away as her opponent wasn't concerned at all. "Don't get too comfortable yet, dragon girl. For your first match will be against me!" She heard the guy before she saw him, but once she saw him, her heart skipped a beat, because the two had met once before. And he knew she recognized him. "Surely you have not forgotten the face of Damaramu, have you, red dragon?"
No matter how Mink looked at him, it was definitely Damaramu. Same dark helmet, same dark cape, same "muscular idiot" face, there was just one defining characteristic from their last encounter that he lacked: no sword sticking out of the top of his head. "But how? You impaled yourself! You killed yourself with your own sword through your head, we saw it!" She remembered the event clearly in an extended flashback sequence, as his sword flew from his hand during a battle the two had.
"Perhaps no ordinary person could have lived through that, dragon. But I am not normal. You see, Damaramu's brain is very, very compact," he boasted. "And since my brain is so amazingly compact, it was only nicked a little on one side, causing very little damage! Hahahahaha!"
There were no shortage of questions Mink could raise about this tale of survival, and no shortage of points she could make about Damaramu's pea brain, if only she had the current mental faculties to do anything but focus on her own pea. "Damn it, he's not going to go down in one hit. Damn it damn it, I'm gonna leak like crazy real soon..." Actually, all things considered, it was somewhat incredible that she hadn't leaked yet.
She'd be pushing that luck very soon, however, because things were about to get moving. "Damaramu has been reborn," he proclaimed at his usual deafening volume, ripping his cloak off to reveal his entire body coated in dark metallic segments. "Now you shall witness the true power of Blacksmith Tony's mechanical body!" And true to his claims of power, he began showing off his arsenal. "Screaming Damaramu light beam! Damaramu machine gun! Damaramu steel metal alloy feet!" It was quite the collection of abilities. Now he just needed to aim them at Mink, instead of at random things in the sky above.
Damuramu did point his arm, with an extended index finger, at the dragon girl for his next demonstration, the deadliest of his armory. "And last, but not least, Damaramu finger water squirter of doom!" A small hole opened on the tip of his pointing finger, and out jetted a thin, condensed stream of water, with enough power to splash into a small puddle directly in front of Mink's feet, sprinkling with a minuscule mist of droplets raining nearby.
While it had distance, the stream wasn't big enough to even sting should it make contact with Mink, nor was it anything more toxic than ordinary drinking water. It wasn't even warm. No, the reason it was so lethal was the power of suggestion on the poor lizard. Suddenly, all that occupied her mind were thoughts of a similar visual to what she was witnessing at this very moment. There were differences, though: were Mink to make her own water on this stage, it would not be anywhere close to this controlled, clean, or quiet.
For a second, it seemed that she would demonstrate that exact fact to the crowd, as her bladder took control to answer its own needs. In an act of bodily treason, the urine store began a voiding process to end her misery and spill its many contents onto the stone floor. This was the result Mink wanted, needed, to avoid at all costs, meaning she had to funnel all her strength into putting a cork in it. The ability to erect a dam was present within her, at least for the time, but she was not swift enough to do so before the cracks began to seep with warm fluids. Her blue bottoms soon showed a small dark splotch right on the groin. "Gah!"
Again, her body completely stiffened and her pupils shrank to the size of pins, shivering with her teeth and fangs clenched. And, were someone to put their ear close to her, they'd hear her heaving chest and forced squeals from the back of her throat. Clearly, the exertion required to simply hold her pee was intense—earth-shatteringly so. Even a dragon's fortitude couldn't stand firm for long against a dragon-sized pee fighting for liberation. At most, she had ten, fifteen minutes before all dignity drowned in a hot flood.
And that estimate was a best-case scenario. It did not take into account a bee flying onto her shoulder, plunging its stinger into her bare skin. Now, Mink was not allergic to bees, but this was no ordinary bee. As soon as the pain of the tiny prick hit her nervous system, that nervous system shut down in full. With absolutely no sensation anywhere in her body, she collapsed onto her side with a hard thud, paralyzed.
On the plus side, she couldn't feel any pain. If it weren't for the fact that she were numb everywhere, it was like she didn't even have to pee. There was some comfort to come out of that. ...no, what if I don't have to?! Her loud mouth wasn't obeying her anymore, so she had to do all her thinking internally. But, if her mouth wasn't working, and she couldn't move even a single digit, there was an extremely real chance her bladder had also lost the ability to fight, and her lower half was currently swimming. She wouldn't feel it, either.
However, she hadn't lost her sense of hearing, and there was nothing besides the reactions of the audience and the boasting of Damaramu entering her ears. And she knew, if she really needed to take a whiz, it simply couldn't be quieted. So my pee must be frozen, just like the rest of my body! Whether that was biologically possible or not, that's what she went with.
Regardless, even if it wasn't part of his genius plan, Damaramu wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. "Oh, I see you're paralyzed with fright at the sight of Mecha-Damaramu. I don't blame you, because your ass is toast!" With his Damaramu steel metal alloy feet, he began stomping on Mink's stomach, which just so happened to be partially deflected by a suspicious rock-hard lump in the area. And yet, Mink stayed just as dry, all thanks to feeling no pain. And the intervention of a miracle, surely.
But that's what Damaramu's ultimate weapon was for, now that Mink was helpless. "And now the water squirter of doom!" Even a glass of water being spilled on her would hurt more than this, if she could feel it in the first place, but the pain wasn't the main problem here. Oh, I really, really hope this is the only water I need to deal with. Actually, for all she knew, her urine was trickling out already. She just had to hope it wasn't, somehow.
"And now to finish it! You die!" Damaramu pointed the shaft atop his forearm at Mink, already smiling in preparation for his inevitable victory...until the only thing that fired from the cannon was smoke, earning a shocked step back. "Huh?! Damaramu will ever regret this! I have prematurely expended my ammunition while showing off! Well, I'll use my super alloy kick!" He moved to once again close the distance between him and his dragon opponent, but his body froze halfway through the step. "Wuh? Damaramu has run out of gas!"
"My, what a stunning sequence of stupidity," the announcer called, and he wasn't exactly wrong. Never before had the Brutal, Killer Martial Arts Tournament had two of its fighters unable to fight in the ring for reasons outside both being cripplingly maimed. A few members of the audience were secretly starting to wonder if they were being cheated out of admission.
That's when Damaramu's face lit up, the metaphorical light bulb going off in his factually-empty head, and he called to the sky, "Mecha-Roshi!" And that was enough to summon a distant shine in the sunny sky, the blinding gleam approaching at the speed of sound. Damaramu had a wyvern/dinosaur/bird-type thing companion the last time the two had met, one that had also died in the earlier battle. And had apparently also received the same roboticization as Damaramu, coming back for vengeance.
Roshi starting by pecking at Mink's toes...because that was all he could do, being six inches tall. Again, even if Mink could feel at the moment, it would be little more than a nuisance. She felt kind of sorry for him now.
"Damn, Blacksmith Tony really did a crappy job," Damaramu grumbled, before a second dim bulb went off for him. "But wait! I still have my Secret Pocket Sidewinder Ultra Bomb! Damaramu had forgotten he had one of those!" On cue, a hatch opened directly above his crotch, and out came a long, thick, hard explosive device.
"Oh no..." The paralysis effect of the bee sting was beginning to wear off for the dragon, but she still couldn't move. Even as she struggled every muscle, the most she could do was wiggle. But maybe that was because she couldn't even begin to use her body's full potential for this task. Now that her body no longer had that fuzzy numbness, the cannonball that was her overwhelmingly full bladder made itself known with the subtlety of a...dragon, actually. She didn't feel much in the way of additional wetness in her clothes, but there was a bit more than she remembered, with the Demon Lord-level threat of more to follow.
But it would hardly matter if she wet herself, if she was also blown to bits by a missile. And if she couldn't move, she'd need to use her brain to avoid the explosion, something that was not her forte. "What to do, what to do..." It'd be easier to come up with a clever scheme if she had anything to use. But nope, the only things in the ring were her, Damaramu, and Roshi at her feet.
That'd do. "Mmm, Roshi, come over here, big boy." Giving the best steamy expression she was hoping to save for her one true love, Dick Saucer, Mink wiggled her hips, her plump rear end jiggling in the shake. She could only hope that Roshi would mistake the wet spot on her bottoms to be a different kind of wetness.
Whether she was a master of seduction, or Roshi just had a type, the small animal took the bait like it was mating season. He jumped for the dragon just as the missile fired, and he took the bullet. It would have been a touching display of self-sacrifice, if it didn't happen by happenstance from an inability to reign in horniness. Whatever the reason, Mecha-Roshi went to pieces, and a booming blast of concussion and flame swept across the arena. The force propelled the heavy Damaramu off his feet, fast and far enough to knock him clean from the ring, into the lava moat.
Yet, Mink stayed put, despite her closer proximity. Maybe her steaming and teeming bladder was so heavy that it anchored her in place. However it was possible, the announcer was excited at this upset. "Damaramu fell out of the ring! Mink comes from behind to win!" The crowd erupted into chaos. Not necessarily "applause", because that would imply the fight was interesting.
All the while, Mink's sense of touch was returning to her in full, something that was not a pleasant experience. In fact, it was the worst agony she had ever felt, ten times worse than any previous pain in her life. Like a raging inferno extending from her ballooned bladder all the way down to her genitals, reducing every internal organ in its path to ashes. That mere exposure was plenty to spring yet another leak, soaking deep into her blue underwear, where a significant portion was now a deep and dark shade.
Mink could do nothing but tremble and choke, ruby eyes watering, as she grew more and more aware of her need. "I- can't...can't...AAAAHHHHHHHH!" She had a gut feeling that every second counted now, and she trusted her gut when it was screaming its current condition: Bathroom. NOW. Even with her muscles back under her control, simply standing was a laborious task on par with moving a mountain, and she strained to get up past a kneel.
But, even when she did get up, that would still leave her with one major problem: the bathrooms were close to where she had been watching from, where Lufa and Pia cheered her victory from. The arena only had one bridge back to the main viewing area. Those two were exact opposites. Mink would have to run—hobble, actually—across the bridge, circle around the whole stands, and then reach the restrooms. When it was wholly possible she'd pee where she was standing at this exact moment, all those steps were asking way too much.
There was one shortcut she could take, as a dragon. Suddenly sprouting wings out of nowhere from her back, Mink took to the air. It wasn't easy to use her back muscles in this condition, but it was far easier than separating her legs, providing a clear path for a hard torrent of urine to fill, with every step. Of course, she still had to squeeze down below with both hands, she wasn't made of steel. It was this pose that she held the whole way across the magma moat, through the archway between the bleachers that led down to the women's room, dashing through the door and leaving it swinging in her wake. And she wasn't quiet, either. "Oh oh oh ohohohoh oooohhhhhh..."
But it was over. Mink had made it to the little dragon's room without wetting herself. At least, without totally wetting herself. The room was a bit on the small side for a major event center, with only four stalls that had clearly not received the most attention from the cleaning crew. Thankfully, the Brutal, Killer Martial Arts Tournament did not attract much of a female audience, so every stall was empty and it wasn't that dirty. At least, not dirty enough to stop her now. But really, at this point, the walls could be smeared with the messy aftereffects of Ex-Lax and it wouldn't stop her now. That's why she ran into the stall closest to the entrance before thinking any of those thoughts.
Now she was facing the toilet, the off-white porcelain bowl that would bring an end to her misery. Mink might have drooled a little. And, something she'd take to her grave, that wasn't the only bodily fluid that escaped her at that moment. It would be a sight from Heaven, were it not for the final obstacle between it and her: being dressed. She couldn't very well just sit on the toilet with her clothes still on. "Unless... ... ...no!" She really, really had to think about it.
No, she had to pull her panties down. And, while the phenomenon of locking up at the last step when at this stage, when looking at objectively, taking off nothing more than underwear was a simple task, just push them down. But Mink was special in that regard, because her bottomwear had to accommodate for something extra: a tail. The butt of her bikini had several strands meant to rest atop the base of her tail as added security, that way she could wear it without anything sliding off or pressing uncomfortably against anything. The downside was, removing it meant stretching the backside out and away to pull her tail through. Suffice to say, it was not a quick or easy process.
But it had to be done. "Ah...ah...ah..." She had already doubled over, face close enough to smell the toilet, shivering right knee raised up until it touched her breast, still holding herself. Her hands trembled as she reluctantly unclasped them from her crotch, where removing the dam wall earned another squirt before she could even reach her hands behind herself. This spurt even had the pressure behind it for a small drizzle to shoot between her spread legs and splatter onto the floor, though a majority was stuck snaking down her leg.
With an equivalent outpour of adrenaline, Mink wanted nothing more than to hold her parts again, whatever could stave off an accident a moment longer. The surprising thing was that she resisted that primal urge, instead steadfastly continuing onwards to the long-term goal, gripping the waistband of her panties between the base of her thumbs and the sides of her hands, stretching them out behind her, sliding the thickest part of her smooth tail through the hole.
It was a start, but her tail was just too long for underwear stretching to do all the work, lest she rip clean off the only concealment for her privates before getting even halfway down. Just as the garment material was straining elasticity, the rest was the job of her controllable tail. The problem was her tail not being cooperative at the moment. She could still move it, but it just wouldn't stop shuddering, the tip whipping around every which way, and it would just spasm out at random. This would not only rob her of command for a couple seconds, but could occasionally undo her hard work when it would straighten out as far down as it could extend.
"Come on...I'd be done three times over if this stupid thing would just listen!" Beads of sweat dripped down from her face, hot urine continuing to pool on the floor as well, but Mink didn't give up. Though she shook and shivered, moaning and crying, the dragon stamped her raised foot to the floor, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply, attempting to calm herself, as much as was possible with an inferno raging in her abdomen. And, while she could never be called "relaxed", her tail did indeed go mostly limp, allowing her to take one hand off her bikini, place it under her tail, and pull the rear appendage up and through. Though her knees kept jumping and knocking together, without a tail to hold them up, Mink's underwear swiftly fell to her ankles, no doubt weighed down by water.
Mink could cry. After suffering through absolute hell to hold it for a bathroom, and having to stare a beautiful toilet in the face all throughout the drawn-out process of stripping, it was done. All she needed to do was turn around, sit down, and let the monsoon go. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" But even that was asking too much. Even as she continued to slowly empty her bladder inadvertently, but uncontrollably, onto the floor, she had exhausted her holding strength. Should even the slightest shift to her internal equilibrium occur, even the tiniest muscle usage would cause everything to fail, and the puddle that had built up around her feet would be little more than the first drops in an overflowing bucket.
"BUT I GOTTA GO PEEEEEEEEEEE!" The urine would escape her regardless, there had to be one way to still use the toilet she had tortured herself to reach in the first place. It was certainly possible, she just needed to move as little as could be moved. So, sitting was out of the question. Instead, Mink forced her quivering knees shoulder-width apart, and with both hands, spread the folds of her dragonhood so far apart that the toilet was getting an incredible show, all while pushing her hips forward. She almost tumbled head-first when she overextended her center of balance, but one foot hastily put forward steadied her again.
She made absolutely no effort to release the hold she had over her bladder, but it still escalated like a sheer cliffside. The gentle rainfall almost immediately plummeted into an unrelenting deluge, a golden storm that sprayed its fluid assault into the waiting bowl, steam rising like a hot spring as the pee, superheated by prolonged exposure to a dragon's innards, crashed into the cold water.
And crashed into everything else. Because she had spread her lower lips so far apart, her urethral opening was so unrestricted with absolutely no aim; couple that with this being her very first time peeing standing up, and being so ready to explode while doing so, meant exactly that: unrestricted with absolutely no aim. All young dragon slayers had an image of their prey, of the giant dragon that scorched entire countrysides with a murderous rain of fire. Mink was doing the same thing here, just with piddle. There was a central stream to the chaos, where the majority of the release was congregated, but it most certainly was not the only waterfall; not with the wide spray that jetted out in all directions, showering not only the toilet seat left down, but the tank behind the seat, the wall to the sides of that, and the floor everywhere in a one-foot radius surrounding the toilet, splashing up high enough to leave a fine mist on the bottom of the raised stall dividers. And, of course, the drips that just couldn't muster speed and instead lazily dropped straight down, again taking a path down her smooth legs to do so.
It would have been impossible to control all that and get it all in the toilet from this height, not without the privilege of a special tube for aiming that she, as a woman, just didn't have. She was still making a huge mess in there, but so long as the primary stream made it into the toilet, that would be alright. But even that was something she couldn't count on. This torrent had no consistency as to its trajectory, and it would crash down on the back of the seat, on the sides of the seat, even missing her intended target wildly and soaking the floor even further. And, even on the off chance that fate did decide to smile upon her, the volume of her water hitting water was ear-penetrating; no exaggeration or hyperbole, it really was like listening to a towering waterfall. And that sudden, heart-stopping noise was enough to make her jump, and like that, the accuracy was gone.
"Oh, the next girl that comes in here is going to have a real bad time." It wasn't like she wasn't trying to be considerate, she was shifting her hips around and leaning to and fro, hoping to correct any straying. Problem was, she consistently either overcorrected and made the misfire even further off-target, or the angle would change on its own as soon as she got it somewhere good. At its worst, she lost all Frankly, she was peeing far more onto the floor than was getting into the toilet, intentionally or otherwise. Maybe getting so used to doing her business outdoors on most days, where aim was only a matter of "don't pee on oneself", was bad for her. And even then, she was failing at that.
She had been failing over and over for a full minute now, and she still showed no signs of coming to a stop any time soon. Meaning there was only one thing to do. "Ah, forget it! I'm just gonna take a leak..." Her head felt heavy, it drooped forward like it was filled with lead, and her eyelids followed suit. Her mouth hung open as well, with a glob of satisfied drool peeking out over her bottom jaw. Wherever the drips may fall from this point on, she'd just let it happen. "It can't get worse..."
So now, for the first time in what felt like ages, Mink was able to relax. There was no holding, there was no finagling with her sensitives, it was just peeing. So, so, SO MUCH peeing. She wasn't even looking at her mess, just listening to the spattering, liquid collision no matter where it hit. Maybe that blissful ignorance was why she found it so easy to just enjoy the moment. "Aaaaahhhhh..." The sides of her mouth curled upwards in a content smile, her tail swished, half wagging, and she let her posture slump just a bit. Of course, now she was urinating in the back corner of her stall, bleeding into the neighbor's.
Really, the only thing that could bring her down from the pleasure of this moment was the stale stench of fluid excrement wafting into her nose. It was a public restroom, it didn't smell good when she rushed in, but now that she had contributed exponentially to the revolting odor, it was positively sickening. If it had smelled this bad when she first got here...well, she'd still use it, but she'd have thought very hard about using the next door men's room instead. A toilet's a toilet, no matter the stink.
She wasn't done destroying this poor bathroom, and wouldn't be for a while. Dragons had extraordinary bladders, and with hers being pushed to its breaking point, Mink was making it rain for a while. Several minutes, to be exact, before the pressure hose had its faucet turned down. Now she'd never get it into the bowl without standing right on top of it, and really, she was just too tired to even try at this point. Her nice, big tinkle met its end right on her boots as a result.
"Haaahhhh..." But, even with her bottom half thoroughly soaked in her own refuse, being freed of that much urine was something to celebrate. "Wow, I feel like I'm, like, ten pounds lighter now." Given that she was standing in her own piss, practically swimming in it, as she had no choice but to face as she looked down, that estimate might not have been too far from reality. Whoever the janitor of this place was would earn their pay today.
Yet the water in the toilet bowl had only been dyed a yellow tinge, more the color she would expect to see if she had used the toilet as a precaution without needing to go, or filling it with a clear, overhydrated kind of pee. Of course, being the courteous dragon she was, she still flushed, after using a square of toilet paper to freshen up her stuff, and a wad more to clean up her legs somewhat. "Man, I'm gonna need a long soak tonight." She thought about using some more paper to scrub the place down a bit, but even with a full roll, that wouldn't be enough. She instead took the next most mature option: turning around and pretending she didn't see it.
There was one more bit of tidying up she had to do before she could leave, as she was harshly reminded of as she bent down to pull her underwear back up, in that her underwear needed some work. She had already drenched them to the point that a lot of women would consider them a lost cause before even taking them off, and even after that, they were drooping between her feet for the duration of her little potty break, touching the floor, soaking up all that came near. Now, every square inch of their fabric was saturated front-to-back with her urine. No one would blame her for not wanting to put those back on.
But it wasn't like she had a choice. Being that this bikini was all she had to wear, forgoing it would mean exposing herself, letting everyone in the crowd here today see the parts that made Mink a woman. But she couldn't just put them back on as-is, that'd be disgusting. "Oh, why isn't there a way to just...wash them..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced over at the row of sinks opposite the toilets. Sure, it wasn't a full laundry service, but as a last resort, it'd work.
Lifting a foot up to slide her panties over her boot and off, then repeating the step with her other leg, Mink now held the wet undergarment in her hand. Holding it at arm's length with just the tips of a thumb and index finger, but holding it nonetheless. And she had to carry it over to the closest sink, her butt and everything nearby as naked as the day she was hatched. "I think I'd die of embarrassment if someone came in now!" All the more reason to turn on the hot water and rinse the pee right out.
It was difficult to tell whether she was making any progress; water went in, water came out, it all blended together. All she could really do was just wait it out, aimlessly turn it around in her hands for a minute, then turn the water off, wring her clothing out, and slip them right back on. True, they were still just as wet, but they were ostensibly clean now, and that made it better. Her choice of hot water instead of cold kept it from being a temperature shock against her warm skin and parts beyond, at least. "Phew. Oh, I better get back out! I'm sure everyone's waiting for me!" Almost like she didn't just go through the most mortifying thing she could have done in public. That was the benefit to be a simple dragon girl: problems washed off like arrows off a dragon's scales.
As fast as she could comfortably run in wet panties, Mink sprinted to the ring's edge, where Lufa and Pia continued to watch from. This time, their attention was focused on Princess Vina in battle, meaning they didn't care enough to keep watching as their friend rejoined them. "There you are, Mink," Lufa greeted. "Where were you?"
"Sorry, I just had...something I really needed to take care of. Nothing serious." Even though she wasn't technically lying, Mink couldn't even say that much without wavering.
And that earned suspicion from Lufa, who immediately began eyeing the dragon up and down. It didn't take her long to see Mink's bikini darker and shinier than it usually would be, and she honed in on that. "Wow, that guy really got you with that water gun thingy, did he?"
"Huh?! U-uh, yeah! Yeah, he did! That's all, definitely! Heh heh..." Mink was stunned. Thanks to Damaramu's eccentric, and frankly stupid, arsenal, she had a perfect out for her all-but-accident, and it had fooled even her closest friends. "Wow, that's a huge load off my mind..." Able to breathe easy again, she leaned against the railing and watched Vena magically incinerate the other guy.
Meanwhile, Pia leaned in closer to Lufa, and whispered in her ear. Or, as close to Lufa's ear as the dwarfish girl could get. "Mink wet herself, didn't she?"
"Oh, totally." |
First of all, I want to warn you that I decided to try to write a story about a futanari girl. This warning is necessary in case you don't like futanari for whatever reason. If you like this, then don't forget to rate and if you want, comment story
It is worth admitting that Ikeda had a curious and extremely rare genetic phenomenon from birth. She was born with male genitalia. This shocked her parents a little, and also caused much bewilderment among doctors. Anyway, soon the girl grew up and when the question arose of what high school to go to, it was still decided to go to a girl's school. Although it should be said that this decision was very difficult.
Ikeda enrolled at the Chi Ha Tan Academy and joined the tank girls' club. To her surprise, she was welcomed with open arms. But her presence in the locker room was always met with skepticism. Still, in those moments she sometimes got excited, especially looking at Hamada's lush breasts. At that moment, her dick was expectedly getting bigger and harder. At times like this, she preferred to look away. Well, always trying think about anything but sex.
Soon she had the chance to see the desperation of the girls. They were standing in a long line because they needed to use the bathroom. Then she began to feel for the first time the excitement of the stranger desperation. She loved watching Teramoto's hands literally digging into a girl's crotch. Or how Nagura danced desperately in one place while droplets of urine slowly flowed down her legs. She urgently had to get away because her boner could have already been seen by the others.
She became fond of omorashi. Or rather, she began to like this direction of hentai. She especially liked reading stories about people like her, but she didn't know if she should try it. No, she definitely wanted to try and push herself to the limit.
And then the perfect situation arose. Ikeda went home after she and Teramoto watching a movie. They parted on one of the streets and went their separate ways. Ikeda looked at the moon smiling at her and decided to hurry home.
But in that moment she forgot her wish. It had disappeared from her mind while she was watching the movie, so she took the increasing need seriously. Now all that glass of Pepsi Cola was getting ready to join the urine she'd been holding since lunch. The thought of that liter of Cola filling her bladder, went inside her brain.
The girl tried to walk to home quickly, but still, at a certain point, she stopped and looked back. For a moment she thought she may might go into an alley. And there she may to stand quietly against the wall, take her penis out of her panties and let the urine out.
Just the thought of having such an easy path to relief made the girl feel much more desperate than she thought. She did something she thought she would never have to do. Ikeda didn't take her cock with her hand to give herself pleasure. She grabbed it so she wouldn't wet herself. This fact made her cringe and, as she thought, even let a few drops of urine come out.
"No please! Ikeda hold it, you can do it!" - The girl begged to herself, desperately clutching the very tip of her cock. When the urge receded, the girl continued walking. Now she had her hands between her legs. She herself could feel the pressure growing with each step.
And then, fifteen minutes walking away from home, she felt the pressure spreading to her cock. A few drops came out and the girl squeezed her penis. Tears showed in Ikeda eyes. What the girl was doing, as she recalled, strongly resembled a Nagura toilet dance. Also a lot of ridiculous gestures and drops of yellow liquid.
The girl tried to pull herself together and continue on her way. She understood that she was about to accomplish a feat if she can make it in home.
After five minutes of walking, which was more like ridiculously slow steps, Ikeda felt that her body could no longer hold urine. A short trickle of urine came out of her cock despite her best efforts to stop. Soon the stream stopped. But it frightened the poor girl. It seemed to her that this strange hissing sound meant the end. Her heavy yet rapid breathing was interrupted only by the girl's attempts to squeeze her cock a little harder. The slight hissing sound sounded again after a few steps and it took Ikeda all his strength to keep the urine from continuing to flow out.
Then the girl looked around. It was already very dark, and she made up her mind. Ikeda pulled up her skirt and gripped her cock tightly with her hands through her panties. It was so wet and uncomfortable. But it didn't help. After a few moments, the hissing sound continued. The flow became extremely strong very quickly. Not a few moments later, a large puddle appeared beneath the girl. Ikeda wiped away her tears with her hand and ran home.
When she returned, she went to take a shower. The next day, when she wake up, to her surprise, she turned into an ordinary girl. Had the unusual organ been given to her just to taste the omorashi?
This is Ikeda. |
Margaret laid her empty mug on the coffee table and wrapped up warm to de-ice her car. For the second time this year she faced her final day of work before lockdown and she needed to make it count. Government support was better than nothing but didn’t fully compensate for all she could be making as a busy driving instructor. She’d changed career late in life after the kids had grown up and her beloved husband had died. Driving had always been her escape but she hadn’t realised how much it would help her overcome the horrendous loneliness that had overwhelmed her so often. The thought of another few months in lockdown was depressing but there was nothing she could do about it.
Scraping ice off her windows she looked forward to at least getting some company in her own car for a while. She just hoped the roads would be gritted as some of her clients today were definitely not confident to drive on slippery surfaces. Wondering if she should pop back into the house for one final toilet trip she decided time wasn’t on her side and she wasn’t really needing yet anyway.
By the end of her first lesson she was already wondering if that was a good choice since the mug of tea was certainly making its presence known in her body. By the end of the second lesson at 11:15 she was already thinking where might be open on route to the next client’s house. Finding nowhere easily accessible so plodded on and picked up Mrs Clappington. As always she was full of news of the village and political rants and before she knew it Margaret was dropping her back home an hour later having at least got her to stop talking long enough to learn how to reverse around a corner successfully.
By now Margaret always scheduled a break where she headed home for a warm cuppa and a quick sandwich for lunch but with this being the last day (again) before lockdown she was far too busy to stop. She did at least manage to open a bottle of water and drink some to help keep her going. As she screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle in the door storage Margaret shifted in her seat as her bladder reminded her it needed emptied. Checking her diary Margaret smiled at the realisation she was due to pick up Samuel next for a double lesson. One of her favourite current clients he was a lovely older man just a few years younger than herself who had decided learning to drive would make seeing his son only at university easier. Like her he admitted one day that lockdown had been hard for him living alone. That wasn’t the only thing they had in common either as both were more on the larger side too, both had older grown up children and when the radio played quietly one day ‘Bridge over troubled water’ by Simon and Garfunkel and Samuel hummed along Margaret couldn’t help but smile.
The only awkward thing today was that all the usual places Margaret could stop at for a quick toilet break were all closed. The library was a common one but it hadn’t reopened since the first lockdown. The petrol station she already knew no longer allowed customers to use their bathroom because of the virus and her final thought, the big supermarket, had a long socially distanced queue just to get in. As she pulled up and parked outside Samuel’s a fleeting thought passed through Margaret’s mind. Maybe she could ask Samuel if she could use his bathroom? Quickly dismissing that as far too forward she tooted her horn and squeezed her muscles as she waited on Samuel coming out to the car.
‘Hi, you suit that dress! How are you doing?’
Margaret smiled as Sam climbed into the drivers seat. Pushing her flowery dress down over her knees she replied,
‘Oh thanks. I’ve had this one for many years but decided since it was my last day today it would be nice to wear a dress for once. I’m fine. What about you? When you are ready and you feel it’s safe if you want to pull out and turn left at the first junction please.’
Watching Samuel adjust the seat, check his mirrors, signal, and slowly manoeuvre the car out, Margaret wriggled on the seat beside him as he casually replied that he was well. As he concentrated on driving Margaret watched him closely whilst crossing her legs at her ankles and tensing her upper leg muscles, thankful he didn’t require her to use the duel controls. She hoped Samuel would understand but she intended on taking him a tour of anywhere she could think that might have a toilet she could use, even if that meant having to drive past her own house, which she never ever revealed to clients for her own safety.
As Samuel hesitantly turned left Margaret wriggled more and leaned forwards. Hoping he didn’t notice anything wrong she took a breath then gave him his next instruction.
‘Carry on straight until the next roundabout. I want you to bear in mind that there could be black ice and remember all the hazards we spoke about previously: pedestrians, cyclists, animals and other unexpected hazards. You are doing great though. Well done.’ ‘Next stop’, she thought to herself, is the big retail park with the huge Tesco. I’ll say we are practicing parking then run in and use the toilets.
Samuel drove steadily and carefully as Margaret continued to direct him to the retail park as she wriggled more in her chair, hoping Samuel couldn’t see.
‘If you could take the first left at the roundabout please Samuel.’
‘Into the retail park?’
‘Emmm. Yes. I thought it would be good practice to try parking today.’
Samuel indicated but seemed hesitant and nervous which only served to increase Margaret’s desire to find a bathroom. Trying to remain calm, patient, and professional she smiled, encouraged him and spoke gently.
‘Watch the roundabout carefully. Remember what we talked about at previous roundabouts. Look for a safe gap and pay attention to all the vehicles as they move around and indicate. If one vehicle indicates to come off at the junction you are on then you know they will block the others coming on and you can go. Look see how that just happened with that red van? Don’t be hurried and only go when you feel confident.’
Inside Margaret longed to take over, even considering utilising the duel controls but she knew this would panic Samuel and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Leaning forward again she tapped a leg in frustration and desperation as Samuel finally found the courage to enter the roundabout and take the turning for the park. As he followed the road around, stalling twice at speed bumps because he’d never done them before, Margaret wanted to cry. Not only would it take Samuel an age to park the car but she could already see as they drove nearer the entrance that Tesco had a long queue outside due to restrictions too. Sighing she bounced in her seat and tried to think where else might have a loo she could use. Forgetting Samuel didn’t know where to go she was surprised to see him indicate and turn down a dead end lane in the car park.
‘Where are you going Samuel?’
‘I was looking for a space to park in. You said I was to try parking.’
Not wanting to say she had forgotten she turned in her seat to help hold her bladder and looked around.
‘If you head up to the end of the row Samual where there’s more empty spaces then try driving into one. I’ll keep you right.’
It took Samuel three pain staking agonising attempts to park between the lines, by which time Margaret was sweating and very antsy. Finding herself getting uncharacteristically grumpy with a very uncomfortably full bladder Margaret finally directed Samuel to reverse out the space and head back to the roundabout as she realised there was a Costa Coffee close by and she could run and use the bathrooms there. She had to be extra patient as Samuel lost his nerve once again at the roundabout and stalled the car just as he could have gone, much to Margaret’s annoyance. As she sighed audibly Samual seemed to sense something was wrong.
‘Sorry. I’m so nervous today and I keep making mistakes. Are you angry with me?’
‘No. No. It’s not you Samuel. It’s just...it’s just the traffic seems heavier than I anticipated and I shouldn’t have brought you out this way quite so soon. You are doing so well though. I tell you what, let’s pull in at the coffee place along here and take a minute to talk about how you are doing. How does that sound?’
‘Ok’
‘Take the first exit here. Then at the next roundabout it’s straight ahead. You think you can manage that? Remember left lane for straight ahead and wait until you feel ready.’
Margaret glanced at the road and then Samuel, who was concentrating hard. Bunching up her dress she made a fist with her hand and pressed between her legs hoping he wouldn’t see. She desperately needed him to get her to the coffee shop before her bladder burst. Tapping her flat black shoes on the car floor she fidgeted as Samuel drove. Finally he pulled into the drive through and she sensed his anxiety once again.
‘Do you want me to try parking again?’
‘Yes please. Make sure you have plenty of space, turn wide and drive slowly in, like we just practiced at Tesco.’
Samuel passed three available spaces near the door and headed right to the furthest away part of the car park where there were more free spaces. While Margaret knew this was sensible her bladder ached and she wished Samuel could have been much nearer the shop. Finally he pulled in and put the car in neutral, though he wasn’t straight or far enough forwards.
‘Turn off the engine would you please Samuel. Thanks.’
Opening her door Margaret noticed the front wheel was over the yellow line but as an urgent wave of need hit her she had to grab between her legs as she faced away from Samuel.
‘You are errr, not very straight Samuel but if you would just excuse me for a moment I’ll be right back!’
Closing the door Margaret walked briskly towards the entrance, grimacing in desperation. Pushing the front door and finding it locked she wanted to cry. Then seeing a note on the door she signed and gasped.
‘Drive through only due to current Covid restrictions. Thank you for your understanding.’
Racing back to the car Margaret wished she was alone and not with a client, especially Samuel. Climbing back in Samuel looked her right in the eye.
‘Is everything ok?’
‘Yes....actually no. Can I reschedule your lesson until after lockdown? It’s just that something very urgent has come up and I need to head home. I won’t charge you for this lesson. Is that ok?’
‘Are you ok Margaret? Nothing serious has happened has it?’
‘Not yet but it will very very soon. Do you know the way from here back to your house or do you need me to direct? I am very sorry about this. It’s an emergency unfortunately.’
Despondently Samuel replied, ‘I know the way.’
Unable to sit still at all, but trying nonetheless, Margaret wriggled and bounced as her face reddened. Samuel started the car again, slowly reversed out the parking bay and headed back out to the main road. Sitting at a red traffic light he looked over at Margaret who had one knee bent inwards and a hand rubbing her thigh.
‘I’m a good listener if you need someone to talk to.’
Margaret moaned before replying.
‘I know. It’s just a very private matter. You know, personal.’
‘I understand’
Ten frantic minutes later Samuel parked outside his home and turned the engine off. Undoing his seatbelt he looked over at Margaret who hadn’t spoken since the traffic lights as she now sat very awkwardly with her thighs tight together and leaning forwards. Samuel thought how beautiful she looked again in her floral dress, her fuller curvy figure the very type he enjoyed. Sensing her tension he rested a hand on her upper leg as he said goodbye.
‘I’ve never seen you like this Margaret. I hope you’ll be ok.’
Flushed, beyond desperate and feeling dribbles in her underpants, Margaret gasped and pressed a fist in her crotch. Muttering to herself, forgetting how close Samuel was, she finally let her guard down.
‘Once I finally get to pee I’ll be fine. I can’t hold this any more. I really can’t.’
‘Oh Margaret! Why ever didn’t you say! Come into mine for goodness sake and use my toilet! Was that why you rushed out at the coffee place?’
Nodding embarrassingly with both fists now between her legs and rocking on the seat pressing against her hands Margaret muttered breathlessly.
‘Yes. Yes it was. Sane at Tesco. I was bursting before I even picked you up!’
Racing around to the passenger side Samuel opened the passenger door and put his hand out to help his driving instructor out. But as Margaret stood up, and before Samuel could even close her door, a loud whoosh caused them both to look right at each other. With tearful eyes Margaret sucked her upper lip.
Urine rolled out between Margaret’s legs dampening her flowery dress and soaking her nude tights. A large steaming puddle formed on the cold car park as Margaret stood still peeing. Samuel stood open mouthed, his hand still holding Margaret’s arm where he had helped her stand up.
‘Gosh you sure needed that!’
Margaret nodded silently while Samuel looked at his watch.
Quietly he whispered to Margaret,
‘I know we’re not meant to have others come into our house but I reckon this is an emergency. My lesson has another hour and 15 minutes to go. I can wash and dry your clothes for you if you want to come in?’
‘Yes please.’
‘Woukd you like a cuppa while you wait?’
‘That sound amazing. Thank you.’ |
Kerri read through the government document online checking and double checking as she sipped her coffee. With just two days notice given by the Prime Minister on a televised broadcast and the details only just published she was angry, stressed and determined. Her bed and breakfast at the coast was only just starting to recover from the first long lockdown in spring and summer and giving refunds almost bankrupt her, but the thought of having to do it all again made her feel sick to her stomach.
Finishing her coffee she opened a fresh tab and checked the Facebook group for other bed and breakfast owners. So many friends she had made online now depressed, quitting the business or even talking of taking legal action. She wasn’t sure which group she’d be part of next but closing again was definitely a last resort. Not only because of the financial implications but because she had some lovely guests staying and she was loving their company. As she noted a few links down for later she heard the front door bell chime as the door opened. It was Rasheed, one of the current lodgers.
Despite his limited English Kerri found his company enthralling. His laughter was contagious, his smile captivating and his physique desirable. Kerri realised that after two months in her bed and breakfast she would miss him greatly if lockdown meant he had to leave. She wondered if he was aware of the situation and decided to try and talk to him despite the language barrier. She got his attention in a way she had discovered worked every time...by walking up to him with a mug and a box of tea bags! Rasheed loved his tea, probably as much because Kerri always accompanied it by opening her tin of home baking and Rasheed delighted in the scones, biscuits and shortbread that were often still warm.
As they sat at the dining table drinking tea and enjoying a small cake together Kerri did her best to convey the impending lockdown and it’s meaning to Rasheed. Wether he understood or not she wasn’t sure but she couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his deep dark eyes and his gorgeous brown skin tone.
‘Have you got anywhere else to live Rasheed?’
‘Yes? Live here?’
‘I mean if they say you need to leave on Friday? Can you return to Sudan?’
‘No? Stay here? More money?’
‘No. No Rasheed. You know about the virus? Well the country is shutting down. They want me to close for a while. Everyone has to stay home. Can you return home?’
‘Man say job no done yet. We stay.’
‘You work with Jamal don’t you? Where do you work?’
‘Yes mam. We build.’
Kerri’s eyes shone. Builders? Construction? Wasn’t that one of the industries she read could continue? She was certain it was, and if they had nowhere else to stay then surely she could stay open? She wasn’t one to pry into the business of those who stayed with her but on this occasion it was necessary and might just prevent her losing her dream. She needed more.
‘Rasheed what do you build? Houses?’
‘No. No. Not that. What do you call it? Sick people place? Horse petal?’
Kerri giggled as she finished her tea.
‘You mean a hospital?’
Rasheed nodded.
Even better! If Kerri could just somehow get this in writing then not only could both lads stay on, but her business might just make it through for another year. Kerri smiled at Rasheed hoping he wouldn’t think she was prying too much.
‘Sorry for asking Rasheed but I want you and Jamal to stay on even in lockdown. I think it’s, actually I KNOW, it’s allowed, but I need paperwork to show officials. Do you have details of the company by any chance? A contract of employment I could copy?’
Rasheed looked at her confused.
‘What company are you building for? Do you have a name and number for your boss?’
Rasheed frowned, still confused.
Just as Kerri was thinking how to ask a different way the door chine went again as Jamal came in caring a carrier bag of shopping. Rasheed called to him speaking in what Kerri assumed was Arabic. Kerri watched as Jamal pulled his mobile out his pocket, scrolled down then showed Kerri a name and number. Writing it down Kerri hoped it was their boss so she could secure the necessary paperwork needed to keep the lads staying. Thanking Jamal the gents went upstairs as Kerri did her usual sign for eating she’d made up and showed 6 fingers which the guests now understood to mean dinner was at 6.
Excited by this new information Kerri decided to call the number right away. Sitting at the kitchen table she turned the laptop back on and waited for the call to be answered. Answer machine. Kerri logged into the Facebook group again and posted a question. Could she stay open if her guests were in construction and had nowhere else to stay? While she waited to see what the others said she tried the number again. Finally it was answered and Kerri introduced herself and asked if this was the company building the local hospital. It was. Phew! She then asked if a Jamal and Rasheed were employed by them. They couldn’t disclose this information. Kerri sighed. But hearing her desperation they passed on another number for her to call.
Anxious, but determined to get the paperwork in place for the men to stay, and fuelled on by the encouragement of her friends in the social media group, Kerri made more calls and found herself having to repeat her situation over and over again. Not one to give in she eventually discovered that both men were employed in the building trade, both were nightly thought of and skilled and they were both contracted currently to build the new local hospital. Getting excited, Kerri felt she couldn’t stop now as she just needed these details in writing. Caught up entirely in the moment she shuffled on the chair to get closer to the laptop and found another number to call.
Time passed and Kerri was starting to make headway. She now had an email confirming both men’s full names, date of births and confirmation they were allowed to work in the U.K. she’d never doubted that but having it on email could be useful. Now she just required written proof they worked an ‘essential key worker job’ and that they had nowhere else to live. Swinging her legs under the chair she could feel her excitement rising. She typed emails, made more calls and read more government documents listing what she needed to meet the criteria to remain open.
Pausing for a quick check on dinner, which she had thankfully put in the oven earlier, she poured herself a glass of juice and, realising she now really needed the bathroom after all the coffee and tea earlier, she was about to head upstairs to the loo when the phone rang again. Eager to get everything in place she picked up her glass and went back to the dining table and answered the phone. Sitting crossed legged Kerri hoped the call wouldn’t be long as she pulled her top leg tight and tapped her foot. Her mouth dry from all the phone calls she sipped at the juice as she explained again what she needed and why.
It was the head office for the building company and while they were happy to help they needed Kerri to tell them a lot of information. When had the men first arrived at hers? Kerri stood up and walked over to her diary, having to dance around as she turned back the pages until she saw the date she needed. One hand on the kitchen counter she squeezed her muscles hard as her need to pee got stronger. She was put on hold while the dates were checked and Kerri covered the mouthpiece and begged them to hurry.
‘I gotta pee so much! Hurry up!’
Finally the caller returned. The dates matched the men’s arrival proving they had only ever stayed in Kerri’s accommodation which meant they had nowhere else to live.
‘Could I have that sent as an email please? And as a letter too actually. Just in case authorities require. And I need confirmation they are employed by you and working on the hospital. Thanks.’
‘Just a few more things first Miss Savage.’
Kerri sat back on the dining chair fidgeting and shifting to the edge as she sat awkwardly trying to find a way to help keep her bursting bladder at bay. Tensing, bouncing, tapping the table in frustration and swinging her legs Kerri could feel herself really struggling.
‘Will this take much longer? I...I have a meal needing to come out the oven!’
‘No. Can I just confirm your email there?’
‘Yes. Yes. Savage bed and breakfast, all one word, dash Seabay, at gmail dot com. Will it be sent today please?’
‘Yes. I’ll do it now. Would you like to wait on the line while I make sure it’s arrived. Just give me a few minutes to get things sorted my end.’
A few minutes? Kerri wasn’t sure her bladder could hold on that long. Pacing up and down the floor, her hands sweating and her toes tightly curled in her boots she heard her breathing get heavier as her bladder ached for release. Every second seemed to drag by as Kerri waited and checked for the email. Returning again to the laptop she couldn’t stop herself squirming and bending forwards as she refreshed her emails again.
‘Are you still there Miss Savage?’
‘Yes. Yes, I’m here.’
‘You should have that email now.’
Refreshing yet again Kerri sighed. Trying not to show her impatience Kerri answered sharper than she intended to due to her urgency to pee.
‘No! It’s not here! I haven’t got it!’
‘Can you confirm your email again please?’
As Kerri bent forwards gripping the table with her free hand and bending up and down at the waist she began spelling out letter by letter her email as she desperately tried to keep her full bladder on hold. Looking down at the laptop, phone in hand she failed to notice Rasheed walk into the room as he stood near the doorway watching. In awe of what was playing right in front of his eyes he stood frozen in time realising quickly what must be wrong with his landlord. Listening to her breathing, her sexy voice, and the clicking of her boots on the wooden floor Rasheed felt breathless himself. Staying as inconspicuous as possible he waited as Kerri continued on.
‘Yes! Yes a dash! Like a take away sign? No all lower case letters, no spaces. Yes I’m in my email now. Refreshing again.’
A pause.
‘Yes! Finally! Thank you for your help. Sorry I really really need to go. Bye!’
Putting the phone down Rasheed watched in awe as Kerri danced in a circle behind the table like a young child. As she muttered ‘God I thought I was going to pee myself there’, he took a step back into the doorway so she wouldn’t see him. Hearing her boots get closer he jumped as a bell rang suddenly.
‘No! Not now oven! I don’t believe this!’
Hearing the steps go the opposite way Rasheed entered the room again, his heart pounding. As he approached the dining table he glanced into the open kitchen as he saw a sight he knew he’d never forget. Kerri was bent forwards, her legs shaking and her bottom wriggling as she leaned into the oven to pull out a casserole dish. Placing it on a stand he saw her press the tea towel in her hands between her legs as she marched on the spot.
Clearing his throat Rasheed walked over to the doorway of the kitchen. ‘You ok lady?’
Absolutely frantic to get to the toilet, unaware anyone was there and having been delayed way too long all afternoon, Kerri got such a fright when Rasheed spoke. Standing perfectly still in her own kitchen and looking right at Rasheed she felt a spurt damped her underwear and jeans.
‘I emmm...I really need to...’
But it was too late.
Rasheed looked at Kerri’s jeans as she looked at him. The smell of the casserole filling the kitchen Kerri stood silently as she felt her jeans filling and getting wetter and wetter as Rasheed’s eyes stayed fixed on them. As pee soaked right to her ankles and boots Kerri stood there frozen to the spot. The warm wetness of her jeans felt somehow relieving and wonderful to Kerri but embarrassment made her cheeks flush.
Rasheed stepped into the kitchen, smiling at Kerri as he patted her on the shoulder.
‘I make table for you? Ok?’
‘Yes! If you could set the table I’ll be right back! Thank you! By the way it’s all sorted now. You can stay on here even in lockdown.’
As Kerri rushed out of the kitchen to go upstairs and freshen up she flushed with happiness as she heard Rasheed in the kitchen.
‘Rasheed happy. Rasheed very happy man.’
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Hi, so this is my first time writing and I can't guarantee that whatever this is it will be pursued fervently, but I want to do something a little bit more creative with my thoughts regarding my sexuality and this scenario has played out in my dreams enough that I want to start with it.
Warning, there will be sexual content but not in every chapter, and there will be lots of nudity, but the nudity will not always be sexual. This is not an omorashi first story either, and although omorashi will be included because it is a fetish of mine, it will not be featured in every chapter nor be a major plot point, at least at the beginning. I also have a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, so I feel that I will be able to create better characters that are more similar to me in the way I think, as opposed to neurotypical character that are often difficult for me to grasp. I will initially keep all characters above 18, however if it seems safe to do so I will include ages 15 and up, not because I am particularly attracted to people that young as a 20 year old cis straight white male, but more because I am particularly attracted to people who haven't quite figured out their sexuality, are shyer, and retain youthful attitudes, and this is easier to write in with younger characters. But for now I will stick to 18. I'd appreciate feedback if possible!
Chapter 1: Elisa and Saturday Night at the gym
Elisa had just started her first year at her university. Although far from her home in New Jersey, she was excited to begin a life of her own and adventure to new places, both physically and mentally. She had grown up in a very religious household, and although everyone in the household was practicing, her parents were good enough to her that they were not too overbearing. Her father was Puerto Rican and her mother was Dominican, and they had met in English class shortly after each of them moved to the USA. Elisa was the oldest having turned 18 last week, and she had one younger sister who was starting 8th grade at age 13, and a brother starting 4th grade at age 9. Although she loved her family very much, the day to day ruses in her household were difficult to manage at times, and she was looking forward to a change of scenery.
Elisa's life was complicated as lives should be. There was nothing terrible, tragic, or traumatic about it but life is existentially hard to comprehend, especially in Elisa's case of a mild form of Asperger's syndrome, which gave her a depth of knowledge about a plethora of topics, including politics, geography, public transportation, art history, and really almost anything. Some people considered her to lack personality and be emotionally stoic due to the vast majority conversational interactions being infused with random facts and snippets. But apart from how she might be perceived, Elisa is a very emotional person. Well, not usually outwardly although she does cry from time to time in her bedroom. But like most people with Asperger's, Elisa had chronic depression. It was nothing severe and a manageable mental illness, but it made her feel even more isolated in the way she sees the world. Her quest at this stage in her life is to understand the world as best she can from observation and curiosity. At home she frequently took trips on the PATH to go to New York, and starting in high school she got a bike that could transport her to many medium distance places in North Jersey. But because her family was poor, they could not afford a car, so Elisa did not have a driver's license. That was okay for her though, because she was content with the current situation. For Elisa, life is hard, but the joyful moments make it worth living.
As a practicing and believing Catholic, Elisa was well versed on the acts that should be avoided to prevent sin. She was not naïve to the nature of sex, but rather discouraged from participating in anything too promiscuous. Her mother had taught her about it when she was 9 in anticipation of menstruation, and since then she has read quite a bit on the topic and understands human nature when it comes to sexual matters. She has been catcalled or stared at more times than she could count while in public, and while these definitely bother her, she has not been protruded from participating in activities she loves because of it. However, as much as she understands sex from a knowledge standpoint, Elisa is rather unpracticed when it comes to understanding her own sexuality. In high school she also participated in an activity called drum and bugle corps or "drum corps" for short, and while there she had to get used to the idea of communal showers. Being naked in the presence of other girls her age was something she was used to and could tolerate, and as a result she was very comfortable in her own body. There she also discovered that she is mostly straight with perhaps a slight curiosity towards women. But her alone time is limited at her house, and because of the religious nature of her household, she does not want to risk anything about her sexuality being found out by her parents. The only time she ever gets time to herself is in the bathroom because her bedroom is shared with her sister, and she has a habit of taking long showers for the purpose of getting herself off. She knows of at least one fetish of hers, that being omorashi and pee holding. Though she has done it herself a few times, she finds herself most turned on when she sees guys struggle to hold it. It is this that gets her off half the time, whether she is reading or watching erotic material on her phone in the bathroom or just in the shower playing. However, she has not yet had a boyfriend, she has not yet seen a guy naked, and she has not often gone to any parties with people her age. Her parents seldom had to worry about Elisa's doings outside the house due to her Asperger's making many of the risky activities unappealing. Elisa hoped to change some of this at college though. She hoped to get a boyfriend, though she didn't want to force it, rather have it happen organically instead. She also hoped to see a guy naked at some point and/or attend a party of some sort, not to be risky with herself, but instead to observe. This really was a new stage in her life.
Elisa had just enrolled in a small-ish liberal arts college in upstate New York near the Adirondacks (this is no particular real life school, I'm basing the school size off my own but I don't want to reveal where I am enrolled, so I picked the Adirondacks because the setting feels right). She got in on scholarships, both for her intellect and her status as the first in the family to attend college. The first week of classes have gone well so far, and the weekend has finally arrived. Elisa spent most of Saturday playing games and watching TV with her roommate, Jordyn. Her roommate and she also did some homework, but after a while they had both gotten tired and decided to move onto TV.
This first week, Elisa had discovered that the fitness center was open 24 hours. One simply needed to tap their card and they were allowed in. The same was also true for the pool, however you needed to prove your ability to swim in order to go in without a lifeguard. (There was a multi campus lifeguard standby program so that appropriate lifeguards could be notified if the cameras showed something in which someone needed to intervene. If it was required, there was a button that could drain the entire pool at a high flow rate to provide air to any drowning victims. There was also a breathalyzer that would lock access to any inebriated students). Elisa took the test on Thursday and she now has swipe access to the pool for 24 hours. She found that exercising at night was the best way for her to be active and blow off steam. Fewer people were working out at midnight, making any semblance of social anxiety rest easy on her. She would typically arrive to the gym at 11:30, run on the treadmill for 20 minutes, do weights for 15 minutes, then go to the locker room, change into her swimsuit, use the pool for 15 minutes, come back to the locker room, shower, change into her pajamas, and head back to her dorm to go to bed. She had worked out every day this week except Wednesday, and she used the pool on Thursday and Friday. Her routine was beginning to set itself in and she was starting to get used to the schedule.
It was 11:20 on Saturday when Elisa got ready to go to the gym. She got changed into her workout clothes (a purple tank top, white sports bra, gray yoga pants that cut off at the thigh as well as neon yellow spandex boy shorts underneath), and was about to say bye to Jordyn until she realized Jordyn was passed out watching TV in the lounge. Elisa walked by Jordyn, out the door, and over to the fitness center. She was carrying her bag with her swimsuit and pajamas, as well as her large water bottle. Her towel and shower supplies she kept in a locker at the fitness center. On her way over to the gym, she heard lots of voices and screaming all around her. It was yet another party night on campus, and although Elisa was curious, she persisted to the gym. She arrived to the locker room and dropped off all her nonessential items for working out. She realized she needed to pee but then a thought occurred to her: she hadn't indulged herself at all since arriving to campus, mostly because she was rarely ever alone. Perhaps she could play a game with herself and hold her pee as long as she could while working out so that she could release some sexual libido before heading back to her dorm.
Consequently, that's what Elisa decided to do. She laid all of her belongings in her locker except for her water bottle, phone, earbuds, and face towel and walked out of the locker room toward the gym.
Elisa drank about a third of a 1.5 liter bottle before she started running on the treadmill. 5 minutes in she started getting cramps and realized that she really should have stretched if she were to drink that much. Cramps aside, she made it through all 20 minutes and began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder. The gym was fairly sparse with only about 10 people working out, so there was no need to wait for any equipment. Elisa drank another 300mL or so before starting her quick weight routine. She did her biceps and shoulders with moderately heavy dumbbells (for her size and gender), and then moved onto the tricep machine. Elisa drank another 200mL before the triceps, followed by another 200mL after. It helped that her body needed the water, so it was absorbed into her system quickly preventing bloating and other discomfort. Elisa usually finished her gym portion after the triceps, but because she was feeling so mischievous and because her bladder was starting to give her warning signs, she fathomed another idea: she would do a few reps of the seated knee raise machine to challenge herself. Elisa walked over to the machine, set the weight at the right level and began the reps. Around the 7th or 8th rep she felt another twinge in her urethra that lasted a few seconds. She could feel the fluids building up and the pleasure mounting. As she raised her knees on the 8th rep she shivered and shuddered as her need to pee was ringing the doorbell in her brain. On her tenth and final rep, she let out a soft moan, uncharacteristic for her as she tends to be quite quiet in public, before finally relaxing. She didn't need to go so bad that she was in danger of spurting, but the experience was scary and exhilarating nonetheless. It wouldn't exactly be accurate to say Elisa was dry either, as the garments that covered her nether regions were already fairly damp from sweat since the treadmill. But perhaps her boys gotta were slightly damper because of the juices that may have escaped as her labia parted and lubricated itself.
After her indulgence with the leg raising machine, Elisa was ready to return to her locker to prepare for the short swim. On the way over, she finished her final 300mL and refilled the water bottle. She was thinking about how excited and antsy she felt about what she was doing, being in public was especially energizing. She passed a guy who was walking into the gym and couldn't help but bite her lip at the small protruberance visible in his black running shorts. She had never seen a bare penis before except in images and some rated R movies, but she was yet inclined to lay her own eyes on a real one. Wouldn't it be something if I could catch one while I was here today. What if I were to walk into the locker room and see a guy just standing there playing with it? Elisa thought to herself. Alas, this fantasy lived up to its designation as a fantasy, and she arrived to an empty women's locker room as usual. Usual, however, was the baritone audiation emanating from the right side of the locker room, where the toilets and showers were. She realized that she could hear any conversation coming from the men's side, and the their toilets were likely opposite the women's as the conversation seemed to be more of an echo. Elisa discovered the vent in the wall that carried the sound she out her ear up to it and listened in.
"Yo, you ready?" said one guy.
"Nah man, Imma take a piss first. Them white claws gotta come out one way o 'nother, and I ain't be barfin' today" said the other. Elisa noticed that the end of this clause seemed slightly louder than the beginning, indicating that it was directed closer to her.
"Aight man, 'll see ya inside" the first replied.
Elisa heard a door creak and some footsteps walk toward her. The vent she was at was in the southeast corner of the room if north were the direction you face when you walk in. She heard some nasal breathing near the east side of the women's room, the west side of the men's. She then heard the soft patter of the guys pee in the nearby urinal. It then coalesced into a solid tone indicative of a stream. Elisa couldnt ignore the urge to touch herself, and began to rub her damp yoga pants. Her need to pee was also slightly heightened, but not yet to the point of bursting. The stream in the urinal dragged on and Elisa kept rubbing herself through the fabric, feeling the pleasure of hearing a guy pee this close. The stream kept going and a small spurt escaped Elisa. She had trouble convincing herself not to continue the pleasurable feelings, but finally the stream tapered and Elisa calmed down. She then heard footsteps walk away and the door creak open and shut again. Ew, thought Elisa, if you're going to be that hot you should at least be hygienic about it. She inspected the squirt both visually and with her nose, and decided that she better get to the pool before she bursts and ruins her fun. Elisa removed her sneakers and socks and walked over to her locker, ready to begin her final exercise before sexual ecstasy.
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Sorry to leave it here, I intended to stop at a slightly different point but my hands are getting cold from typing and I want to have something posted before I continue so I can get some feedback. Let me know what you think! |
Chapter 2: The Pool
Elisa felt butterflies in her stomach. Well, maybe not butterflies cause Elisa usually used them for anxiety, and this was more "antsiness." But ants wouldn't work either, cause she was excited more than she was worried. Luciérnagas! she thought. Fireflies, That's a good insect.
As Elisa stood by her locker she removed her sweaty leggings and purple tank top. She looked at herself in the full size mirror on the wall. Dang, I might not be the most attractive person ever, but I think someone ought to think I look sexy. Elisa was of course only wearing her white sports bra and neon yellow boyshorts. She couldn't help but notice that the bottom of her boyshorts was ever so slightly darker. Elisa wasn't all that used to wetting in clothing, but college is one of the first opportunities she's ever had to have the luxury of doing it without having to hide herself much. She did regret an iota the fact that the white and neon do not look so great together, but she was feeling so sexy to herself that she didn't really bother with too much thought.
As she stood there examining herself, a sudden, risky idea occurred to her, perhaps her brains response to the luciérnagas she was feeling. Although she had brought a two piece bathing suit to swim in, Elisa wondered what it would be like to swim in what she had on now. The boyshorts and sports bra covered up the same amount of skin or more, but the thinness of the garments made it all the more likely that the more erogenous zones would be clearly defined and visible. What's the worst that could happen, someone sees me? It's not like anyone in particular is watching at this hour.
Her need to pee once again reminded her that she'd better hurry up, lest she lose her chance at a fulfilling climax. Without much hesitation, she grabbed her goggles, marched on over to the door to the pool and swung it open. The dormant lights to the pool room flickered on, revealing the Caribbean-colored water as well as the plants outside visible through the large window covering the wall opposite the locker rooms. The pool was empty and the water calm, suggesting that it had been at least a few minutes since the last swimmer.
Elisa turned left toward the shallow end of the pool, where she typically liked to start her laps. Arriving to the edge of the pool, she was reminded of her need to pee by the sound of the pool filter. This was the point where she became fully conscious about what she was doing. Here was an 18 year old in nothing but her underwear about to swim in a public pool at 12:30 in the morning while desperately needing the bathroom. It was a very existential thought. Typical of thoughts from laying in bed at night, the idea "short circuited" in Elisa's brain and she was once again reminded of both her plight and her mission.
Elisa caressed her breasts and the damp spot on her boyshorts before jumping in. EEEEEEEEEEEE was all she could think, though of course she remained silent. A small drop of pee escaped her due to the sudden change in temperature, but Elisa quickly gained control. The pool, cold but not overly so, brought her up to a 7 or 8 out of 10, but it was enough for her to manage. And besides, she was only going to swim for 15 minutes, and she hadn't consumed any water in the last 20, so she should be fine.
Elisa lunged herself off the wall. She freestyled one length of 25m, tapped the opposite wall in the deep end and shifted her momentum the other direction. The kicking motion of her legs was continuing to excited her labia and make her think sexual thoughts. This motivated her to continue her plan to swim 400m as was typical for her 15 minute swim routine. Elisa continued her freestyle on her third length with the same relative feelings, the fireflies never fading. The fourth length she always did elementary backstroke to relax and get her ready for the next 3 lengths. It was during this length that she became aware of just how visible she was. Her nipples were pointing straight upward, and her sports bra didn't hide many of the details of her nipples' frames. Elisa though a little self conscious reassured herself that no one was watching, and that she should continue as normal.
The next three lengths proceded uneventfully, but the self consciousness returned on the 8th length. Relax Elisa, Relax. She tried to keep herself mindful and calm on this most relaxing length in every four.
The next 7 lengths were much like the last 7, and Elisa was feeling really good, though tired, simply from the euphoria of exercise. The last elementary backstroke, however, she could not relax on. She was thinking too much about what she would do next once she got out of the pool, as well as how sure she now needed to pee. Peeing in the pool is normal to a lot of people, but Elisa refrained from such actions for purely selfish reasons. Elisa turned her elementary backstroke into a full backstroke and then a freestyle again because of how quickly she wanted to get done. After finally hitting the wall the last time, she breathed and stood up in the 3 foot deep water. Looking around the pool, she convinced herself to get out and grab a towel to quickly prevent her from becoming too cold. She got out on the short shallow end of the pool and walked counterclockwise along the long end. Near the corner she passed, she briefly looked at herself in the mirror. Damn, even my pubes are visible through my underwear. And that cameltoe is obvious enough to convince people I'm Egyptian, she thought. The towels were at the far corner of the pool, and since she would pass the door to the women's locker room anyway, Elisa decided to just drop herself dry and try to not be any more visible than she had been.
Opening the door, she walked into the locker room with one arm over her torso to keep warm and another in her crotch to hold her pee, her feet moving heel to toe with the characteristic slap of wet feet trying to maintain a frictional grip with a slippery surface. She walked passed the communal showers toward the individual showers and sinks. To her horror, one of the showers was occupied. This provided great consternation as it had been her anticipation to have the locker room to herself. She listened to try to figure out what this person was doing or how far along in the shower process they were.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap* she heard as if this person was using her body as a metronome at a moderately fast tempo.
An inextricably quiet, low "mmhph" could be heard. Elisa looked down underneath the occupied shower curtain. She almost wet herself then and there.
The occupant of this shower was infact a guy with tan and hairy legs.
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Hope you enjoyed. I'm still a few chapters away from the main fantasy element and plot point that will explain the title, but I hope my expositional chapters are fodder enough to be intriguing. |
Chapter 3: Is this really happening?
Elisa quickly grabbed her crotch with her right hand and walked nearer to the shower as quietly as possible. She peered inside at a 45 degree angle so as to not be obscured by the curtain. She saw that he was sitting down on the bench in the changing section of the stall facing away from her, and she had sight of his left knee, which was pointed outward toward the curtain. It was oscillating up and down in time with the tapping.
Is he...is he masturbating? Right here? Right now? For real? Elisa thought. She tiptoed a little closer, so close in fact that she could see the rest of the left side of his body. He had olive skin, but was a few shades lighter than herself, and she noticed his wavy black hair. His left shoulder was toned, but most arousing was the sight of his right hand in the shape of a fist moving up and down in a sensual, rhythmic pattern.
Elisa felt her labia moisten. She flexed her butt muscles in anticipation. She bit her lip, as her free left hand went to grab her goggles off her head.
"Mmmmmmph!" Elisa heard from man her eyes were glued on. Not expecting this sudden escalation of hotness, she all at once released a dribble of pee, shoved her hand deeper into her crotch, tensed her thigh muscles, dropped her goggles, and audibly gasped.
Shit! He heard!...but I should have the moral high ground here right? I mean this is the women's locker room, right? Elisa thought to herself. The guy stopped stroking himself. He too had audible inbreaths, and in one swift motion pivoted about his left foot to stand up and face Elisa, the curtain being lifted and the entirety of his bare and hairy genitalia being on display for Elisa's unwavering gaze. This was the first time she had ever seen a guy naked.
"AAH! I'M SO SORRY! I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE!" he said, with a volume that reverberated across the echoic locker room. He was only about 5'7" (170cm) against Elisa's 5'4" (163cm), and he had a slim, toned, athletic build, but no muscle was too pronounced.
Elisa's heart raced. This was butterflies, fireflies, and ants all at once. She was shocked. "Uh...uh...uh..." was all she could muster to say, as a much larger spurt escaped from her urethra and straight down her boyshorts and upper thighs.
The guy clutched his dick. "No really, I'll go now!"
"WAIT!" exclaimed Elisa, her nipples protruding ever so slightly more through her see-through sports bra. The guy looked down at her leaking vagina, as Elisa's hand began making a familiar circular motion. "Keep going!" she half suggested and half demanded of the naked young man in front of her, who appeared to be not much older than herself. Elisa bit her lip as she briefly stemmed the flow and stared, awaiting his response through either speech or action.
The guy started to stroke his boner, accelerating to warp speed within 2 seconds as he almost panted his way to arousal. Elisa was not to be out done, quickly shoving her hand inside her boyshorts from the top, her left hand moving to caress her left breast inside her bra. "Uh...AHH...AAAHHH..." she moaned as she reached ever closer to midnight bliss. Her counterpart grunted with her, as if to sync with a hemiola. Elisa stared at his dick, just 10 feet (3 m) away from her. She could not think about anything, the only conscious decisions being the physical desire for that cock. Elisa was too far gone to hold her pee at this point. She couldn't hold back her bladder or arousal.
A large gush escaped, and the guy noticed. He stepped forward so as to be within a mere 4 feet (1.3m) of Elisa. Elisa could not comprehend the excitement and eroticism. She opened to a straddle as her pee started dripping onto the floor, bucking her hips in time with her moans. *AAAHHH….AAAAAHH….AAAAAAAHHH…" was all she could say.
The guy across from her began to mimic her hip movement while simultaneously grunting "HRRRGHMM….MRRGHMM...MMMRRRGGHHMM…". He then finally synced a beat with Elisa's moans, and at this point each successive pelvic thrust meant the tip of his dick came 6 inches (16 cm) closer to Elisa. The fourth of these thrusts secreted precum on his dick, and then the fifth thrust from both the guy and Elisa, just 1.5 feet (45 cm) away.
Then came the 6th of the synced thrusts through hands, with a "AAAAAAAHHH" and a "MMMRRRGGHHMM" and the tip of his dick just 1 foot (30 cm) from Elisa's belly button, Elisa letting out another gush of pee.
Then came the 7th of the synced thrusts through their masturbating hands, with a "AAAAAAAHHH" and a "MMMRRRGGHHMM" and the tip of his dick just 6 inches (15 cm) from Elisa's belly button, Elisa letting out another gush of pee and the guy a small splash of cum.
At this point, the guy lunged his face toward Elisa's mouth and kissed her deeply. Taken aback by this, Elisa lost her balance and fell backward. The guy, too aroused to let go, kept his face attached and fell with her. Elisa had almost no mental cognition now, and closed her eyes. She landed squarely on her ass in her warm puddle of pee, sending a jolt and twang to her bladder and her pussy and her clit and her kegel muscles. Her back rolled down as the guy landed on top of her
She moaned the loudest orgasm she had ever moaned into this guy's mouth, as his voice reverberated back to her in synchrony. His dick landed on her belly and began cumming and cumming, and cumming as the semen covered Elisa's lower torso. Elisa's bladder gushed and gushed as she experienced complete bliss and utter sensual overload from what must surely have been a dream. Her pussy twitched and she still made involuntary muscle movements to hug this man closer, whoever he may be. The ecstasy of climax did not waver a moment as Elisa and the mystery man lay in each other's arms, Elisa's bladder not wavering in releasing it's remaining contents. This was the best finish to sexual self pleasure she had ever had, and this time she had some assistance.
As her orgasm and pee tapered off into her wet, neon boyshorts, Elisa opened her eyes to look at her guilty pleasure and first sexual partner.
"Uhh, hi I'm Elisa," she muttered quietly and cutely.
"Hi, uh..I'm Gabe, uhh...I was going to use the Men's locker room but they were closed for cleaning...uhh, so that's why I came in here."
Elisa could feel things begin to fade away as she tried to comprehend what Gabe just told her. Her vision became blurry with static. "That was amazing" was all she could say to Gabe before she laid her head back and passed out.
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Writing is harder than it looks, so Im sorry if this is slow, but I hope this is good enough! Let me know what you think so far! I'd love to hear it.
The fantasy element will probably be chapter 5 or 6, and then I will start to have some fun. Hope you enjoyed! |
Sorry for being so long, I have to be in a kind of mood to continue this story, and when I'm stressed that doesn't usually happen. I can't make any guarantees, but here is the next installment.
Chapter 4b: Petrification
Elisa's head was in a place of its own. She could feel the luciérnagas across her entire body, as though her body were anticipating a 2 ton wrecking ball to appear out of the wall and wallop her. She tiptoed closer to the shower. Well, I guess I could shower here. There's some soap on the wall, I'll just do my hair over in the women's locker room. She had no idea how far she was going right now, the past and the future just didn't matter. Her mind could think of no nouns, no adjectives, just verbs. Do this. Do that. I'm curious what would happen if we showered in the men's locker room. She was trapped into this situation by her own head.
The shower was lukewarm, presumably from having run for so long. But it was warmer than the pool, so Elisa felt relaxed enough by the water. She didn't have much, but it was relaxing enough for her to release her urine and pleasantly sense her vulva dilate. It only took about 10 seconds for her bladder to empty, so she was quickly lathering herself in the soap from the wall. It did not smell great, but it was presumably practical enough to get the chlorine off her body, so that's what Elisa decided she needed.
There were a few things that Elisa knew right now that didn't really register into a meaningful thought. For one, she was in college, not high school. The university had 6 times as many students as she was used to. Secondly, this was college, not high school. Some people liked to get up early now that it wasn't so bad for their former teenage health. Thirdly, well…
The door swung open, Elisa had to think fast. She rushed her way over to the communal shower right outside the pool door. She was about to reach for the door and escape, but she froze, as she realized she would be noticed right away if the door were heard to open. In what felt like 2 seconds—probably because it was 2 seconds—two relatively thin guys not much taller than Elisa appeared in sweats with shower supplies. Am I about to get lucky and see three naked guys in one day? she thought in a split second. The men each walked over each to their own specific locker and deposited their towels, shampoos, and gels. As one is about to shut the door, he says to the other "yo bud, the shower's running." The other guy turned to his friend and then to the third shower on the left.
"YO, IS ANYONE IN HERE" he yelled. This almost sent Elisa into a panic, she was not expecting such a loud noise so soon. She luckily was able to keep her composure, but was now even more aware of the fact that she was naked. Upon hearing Elisa's silence, the guy who had just yelled took a few steps toward the running water and noticed that the stall was open. He stepped toward the curtain. "Yo man, there's still soap going down the drain."
"Must be a ghost," the other replied.
"He wasn't here that long ago, whoever he was."
"They're not necessarily a he, you don't know how they identify."
"Don't get me started this early, bro." The first friend turned off the shower.
Elisa was petrified, not entirely out of fear, but more so out of necessity. They're detective work was a little too on the nose for her comfort. Then one of the guys took off his sweatpants, revealing quite revealing purple running shorts. His friend followed suit and was wearing a black pair of shorts just as revealing. Oh, they're cross country, that's why they're up so early. The guys followed suit with their shirts revealing their bare torsos. One of the guys was quite pale, the other a bit more tan. "Yo, I gotta piss" the tan one said.
"Right back at you," said the other.
"What kind of kinky shit are you not telling me about," the tan replied.
"Sorry, wrong figure of speech. I will go also."
At this point both had started walking over to the urinals, passing by the barrier to the communal shower, behind which Elisa was hiding. She got a nice long look at their asses as they passed by. Her nether regions began to moisten again, this time to her chagrin, since she didn't want to be noticed. The two each took a urinal with a gap urinal between them, and did their business. Elisa was so scared but couldn't help rubbing down there for the umpteenth time in this unbelievable night. She saw the pale guy finish up first, and turn around without flushing. The tan guy then began to shake, presumably to get the rest of his pee out? Elisa didn't know guys' peeing physiology well enough to be sure. The tan guy turned clockwise as he finished, also without flushing. However, he didn't pull his shorts up immediately, and Elisa got a quick glimpse of his long, maybe big maybe average size dick, but she couldn't be sure what was normal. All she knew was that it was hot enough to make her animal side go too crazy for comfort. After his pants were pulled up, he began following his friend to the door.
"Where you wanna go?" the pale guy asked.
"Old people," the tan guy replied as they once again passed Elisa.
"Alright I'm down," the pale guy said as the door was opened. The door closed with a bang.
Elisa let out a deep breath, and then took in a deep breath, and almost sounded like she was hyperventilating, but this would have been an exaggeration. She waited 5 seconds, and then opened the pool door and bolted out of the men's locker room. There was now a little bit of daylight in the pool, and to make matters worse, the lights once again flickered on as Elisa exited the men's locker room toward the women's. She got a glance at the clock, "5:24", and then bolted into the women's locker room. She ran over to a toilet stall still breathing heavily. Amidst all that fear an anxiety, her arousal was once again too high to let it go. She rubbed at her opening and clit, furiously breathing thinking about all that she had just witnessed in the day, the guys peeing… his dick… her risque voyeurism and skinny dipping… her bladder… Gabe… pleasure… cum…
Her hips gyrated on the toilet seat. She let out an audible moan. Her bladder emptied what little contents it still had. She breathed as if she was back in drum corps playing fortissimo. Her mind lost all direction. Every sensation about her was physical, and was dopamine inducing. She continued in this state for 15 seconds, until the stimulation subsided and she let out a long, throaty sigh.
Elisa came to her senses. She once again grew anxious. Then she processed her surroundings and was troubled.
There was a shower running on the other side of the locker room.
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Hope you enjoyed, this took longer than I expected and I really want to get Elisa back to her room shortly. Plenty of the details here will wind up being ultimately meaningless, but let me know what you think of the style and the direction this is going. |
Okay, so a year and a half and a lot of life events later, I finally decide to return to this story. It has been in my mind a while, but stress and laptop woes makes writing a less interesting task than it could have been. I am out of college now and have a little bit more time on my hands, so I figure I might try to continue where I left off.
Though it’s lengthy, there is no omo in this chapter, as I’m trying to be realistic about the fetish and it’s not very realistic for every single person to have to pee all the time. Elisa peed at the end of the last chapter, and I didn’t right enough time to elapse for her to need to pee again.
That said, there is sexual content and nudity again in this one, and I talk about Elisa’s anxiety as well.
On the cliffhanger from a year and a half ago:
Chapter 5: Escape Plan
Elisa froze. She realized that she had not been quiet in her indulgences. Whoever was cleaning themselves across the room had definitely heard her sexual side. Mortified, Elisa realized that she was still in a bit of a predicament, as through all this she was still covered in soap, and it would have to come off one way or another. She weighed her options:
1) Shower here and deal with the embarrassment of having been heard masturbating by the other occupant of the shower
2) Get into clean clothes and walk back to her room all covered in soap
3) Jump in the pool one more time and then return to her dorm room
The problem with all three of these options was that she would have to approach the occupied shower as the locker she used was right next to it. And she was still naked, not that it would be unexpected for the showering woman (presumably, what are the chances that she finds another man in the women’s showers?) to find her naked after hearing her masturbate, but she would still rather save herself the embarrassment of appearing in a sexually vulnerable state to a stranger. Normally she wouldn’t mind being naked around other girls, but in those other situations when she would share a locker room communally, there was less of an aura of sex about. Contemplating her choices, she decided that the highest risk in this situation would be to stay in the locker room any longer than she would have to. So she could either wear her purple pajamas—which just so happen to be her most comfortable—back to her room and get soap all over them, or she would have to jump back in the pool, either naked and risk being seen or in her wet bathing suit, which would not be fun to wear. For someone neurotypical these decisions would not be the most grueling to decide, but Elisa was persnickety in some instances, and what she chose would likely have a lasting impact on how well she would sleep once she returned to her dorm. Luciérnagas were annoying to deal with sometimes.
Oh crap...Elisa thought...my bathing suit is still laying on the floor near the showers...WAIT...I didn’t actually wear my bathing suit at all, that’s my bra and boyshorts that smell like urine, Dios, esto es tan vergonzoso (embarrassing). Amidst her anxious mind-wandering, Elisa realized that she could escape with the least embarrassment and discomfort by wearing her bathing suit back to her dorm while covering herself with her towel. After one more minute of sitting in the communal shower area, Elisa decided it was go time. She stood herself up, speed-walked over to the locker area, and grabbed her neon boyshorts and white sports bra. She decided to glance under the shower stall anxiously from the side, half expecting Gabe to be on the other side, but the skin tone of this person was darker, indicating it was a different person. Elisa’s heart did almost skip a beat however when the legs she witnessed were hairy, but the occupant was confirmed to be closer to the female end of the spectrum when Elisa heard a faint “mmpff” in an alto register.
Elisa quickly turned toward her locker (which she now realized was in full view of the occupied shower stall if she decided to come out) and started fiddling with the combination, dreading the sound of the shower turning off. As she opened the locker though, what she instead heard was almost worse. “Y’know honey, you don’t need no embarrassment for havin’ fun wit’ yourself, I be comin’ in here e’ry week I bet.”
Elisa gasped as she knocked her water bottle out of her locker, which hit the tiled floor with a clang. She then realized that the shower stall door was actually open most of the way, the only thing obscuring the view between herself and the showerer being a flimsy white plastic curtain. Her train of thought having been totally derailed, Elisa almost simultaneously said “huh?” and actually thought about what the woman in the shower said, having realized that there was more than a slight bit of double entendre in her statement (except maybe an anti-double entendre, since the first meaning was actually sexual this time and the hidden meaning was more tame?).
The noise seemingly prompted the dark-skinned woman to open the curtain and boldly present herself to Elisa, who was standing with her backside to the shower and her torso twisted so she could see what was frightening her so greatly. The stranger was tall, around 5’10” (178 cm), with a strong and physical yet not bulky build, and she seemed to be undergraduate aged. She had cornrows that came down to her shoulders, with medium sized breasts and bushy hair in both her armpits and pubic region. Her legs were unshaven, but they were not noticeable and it seemed that this woman could pull off running shorts without drawing attention to her hairiness if she wanted to. And if it wasn’t clear enough from her appearance, her accent confirmed her black-African-American background. “Damn, girl! You a bad jawn! Yo’ ass hot as hell!” she complimented Elisa.
Elisa froze for the umpteenth time that night. She had nothing to say.
“Oh, don’t be scared, I ain’t mean startle you. We all be horny, and you’a be doin’ that as much as you want fo’ all I care.”
Elisa’s luciérnagas went full mariposas. She really couldn’t think of anything to say amidst the confusion, all she could muster was a meager “uhh...hiii”.
The tall woman responded “If you wanna know the truth, I was getting pretty wet myself and done started touchin’ my pussy with that, you was really into it!” After a slight pause with Elisa still in shock, she inquired “mind if I continue?”
Elisa, shaken and staring at the audacious display in front of her, responded in much the same manner as 5 hours ago “uhh…no, knock yourself out.”
“Thanks hon! You can go again if you want, I don’t bite,” said the stranger.
Elisa’s body responded by relubricating her lower portion without her thinking. There were way too many confusing feelings for her to fully process what was happening, and while the anxiety of the encounter had somewhat subsided from fear to apprehension, the new experiences were too much for her to form a coherent sentence. “No...uhh...I think I’m good” was all she could say.
The darker woman moved from the shower to the bench, one stall over from where Gabe had pleasured himself just a few hours ago. She took her left hand and started making circular motions over her genitalia at the same time. “You do you girl, but don’t be ashamed, please! I noticed your lips are smiling more than a minute ago!”
Elisa looked down at her own vagina, and it did have the physical indications of arousal she knew all too well for her own body. She looked back at the woman in front of her who was smiling and glancing intently at her own body. Though one part of her felt accosted, another part enjoyed the exhibitionism, even if it was to the gender opposite her attractions. The passion and lust she felt for Gabe was not nearly as strong now as then, but she still contemplated a third pleasure session of the night. No, I must get back to bed, this adventure has gone on far too long.
Elisa untwisted herself to face her locker. She unpacked her drawstring bag looking for her royal blue bathing suit, removing her towel and pajamas in the process. The two-piece suit was not the most revealing, as it was designed so that no drawstrings were required. The top was more of a glorified sports bra, and the bottoms glorified spandex panties, but being the most revealing was not usually at the forefront of Elisa’s mind, and besides her parents and the catholic ministry on campus would probably not approve of her exhibitionist streak if it were to ever develop.
“Mmmm” Elisa heard from behind her. She was keenly aware that the woman was fingering herself because Elisa’s nude body was on full display. Intrigued by the fact that she could give this woman such feelings of arousal, Elisa wondered what she was capable of in this situation. As she restuffed her drawstring bag, she succumbed to her curiosity and gave her ass a little twerk.
“Mmhmm just like that baby” said the woman behind her. Elisa tried a pump again, and the woman responded with an even louder moan. Intrigued as though she were in control of an excited dog—well horndog would probably fit better—she gave her left butt cheek and grabbed it with vigor, before doing the same to her right, wherein she started massaging both glutii. She then spread her legs slightly bent over to pick up the fallen water bottle, but before reaching down she made sure to put her caramel ass on full display, anus and vulva and all the hair in the crack included. The moans from behind her became louder and faster, prompting Elisa to do a couple mini-squats to see if she could bring the stranger closer to the edge. She grabbed her water bottle and with half-planned and half-unplanned gusto poured it on her head and shoulders, allowing the cold fluid to drip down her birthday suit. The “mmhmms” from behind her turned into “ahhhs” and the curiosity finally made Elisa turn around and watch. She could see a milky white fluid dripping from the strangers muff, which was a little surprising to say the least, as it looked kind of like semen. But Elisa knew through both her own endeavors and enough pornography that vaginal discharge was definitely different and more acidic than semen.
The feelings of the room were ultimately a jumbled mess. On one hand, Elisa was more than a tad bit uncomfortable with the arrangement, as it was the first such homosexual encounter she had, even if at a distance. On another hand, she was fascinated by other people’s sexuality, perhaps in a scientific way, but she knew that probably wasn’t all of the reason behind her ogling. And on one foot since she ran out of hands, Elisa was enjoying the voyeur-turned-exhibitionist role she inhabited, finding it oddly thrilling to break taboos and social norms, even if she was in a bit of a fatigued stupor at 5:30 in the morning. But the events of the past 6 hours had been so full of new experiences, that Elisa was more or less seeing how far she could take it, and to be frank with herself, she was kind of astonished that her libido could be this crazed for this long, typically she would only indulge herself one to three times a week, and at most once per day. But this was a new level for her.
Elisa grabbed her bathing suit top from the locker and gave her sexually crazed opposite a view of full frontal nudity. She really didn’t mind the fact that her body was all the way visible, a few communal showers will let you develop that confidence, but she was noticing the darker woman pick up the pace some. Elisa’s mind briefly went to one of the episodes of Monty Python she watched on Netflix that was titled “Full Frontal Nudity,” and how there was one joke animation where a man’s view of such was always censored in the more intimate parts. It’s a bit hard to remember in the moment, but she does remember laughing a lot during that particular episode.
The momentary lapse in her grip on reality gave Elisa the idea of teasing the woman in front of her some more. She cupped her medium sized left boob and gave her chocolate colored nipple a few lickings. She had experimented with this before, but this felt...good, or at least better than when she was by herself. She could feel her vulvular grin turn into a vaginal smile, as she intently watched the woman in front of her twist her right nipple in all different directions. Her hips started to hop off of the bench some as she did this, and her massages were now interspersed with hooking back and forth penetrations of her opening with her fingers, some back-channeling of “yes honey, keep doing that” and “I’m almost there girl, yes so hot” interrupting her usual aria of moans. Though Elisa could not make eye contact due to her autism, she was intrigued by how much she was being stared at. She was all of violated, captivated, and slightly aroused.
By the sound of the moans emanating from the echoic walls of the locker room, Elisa realized the climax was thirty seconds away. She had a decision to make: would she join the stranger and try to come to her own climax, or would she would continue this exhibitionist streak and see how much more she could tease? Not wanting to lose the position of control that she needed to occupy to quell her anxiety, she chose the latter.
“Mmhmm…...aahh…...ohhhh…...yes babe” moaned the taller woman.
Elisa took her top and threw it over her head so that her boobs were now covered and decent.
“Aw babe, I was enjoying the show!” protested the hornier one.
Elisa sort of mutter-whispered a “wait” under her breath that she wasn’t sure the other woman heard. In one fell swoop she grabbed her bathing suit bottoms and stepped into them, right leg, then left, being sure to flash her genitalia to what might as well have been the camera in the process.
“Mmmm...Awww, c’mon...ahh...you is so hot...mmm...what you tryin’a hide?”
Elisa stood square to the shower stall, leaning back slightly like in one of those realtor advertisements or political ads, and with her hands on her hips. She learned at drum corps some of the techniques to developing good posture, and one of the exorcises involved pretending that your waist or pelvis was a bowl of cereal, and that you should try not to spill it. So Elisa tipped the cereal bowl so that it spilled forwards, and then she tipped it so that it spilled back. Her rib cage and abdomen were gleaming in her lean build and caramel-colored skin. The woman in front of her shut up momentarily—well at least stopped speaking English: her moans were still plain to hear for the ear—and concentrated on Elisa’s lower body. Elisa once again bucked her hips back and spilled the soup forward, and then thrust in a more spasmodic way to make her vulva the closest organ of hers to the masturbater, leaning the rest of her body back.
“...aahh...Aaaahhh….aaaahhhh….so close...aah…”
Elisa gyrated her hips again. Then twice more. Feeling emboldened, she lifted her top up and presented her boobs that she had already exposed a few minutes ago. She continued thrusting her pelvis hands free covered by her royal blue bikini bottom. Another thrust, another moan, eleventh verse same as the first.
“...aahh...aaaahh…aaaaaaahhhhh….I’m gonna cum….I’ma cum babe!”
Elisa decided to finish the show with a bang—well not actually that far. She grabbed her bottoms with her left hand and moved them to the side and pulled them up as high as they would go, giving her left groin and ass a huge wedgie, and exposing both her pubic bush that looked like black dandelion fuzz and the increasingly pink slit between her legs. With her free fingers, Elisa started to massage her clitoris, whilst continuing to suggest intercourse with her thrusts. She had no intention of finishing here, but wanted to see if she actually enjoyed this as much as her body was showing her.
After about three seconds of this it happened.
“Ooohhhh….I’m cumming….Yeessss!!!…..Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
The dark woman orgasmed loud, probably louder than Elisa when she was with Gabe. Elisa could feel her body involuntarily convulse, but only in a way that indicated she still had another two minutes to go before climax. But that did not stop the discharge from making her fingers all slimy. The loudness made Elisa fear for anyone working at the front desk, as they might hear the commotion and think ill of the situation. As soon as the woman finished her orgasm, Elisa stopped as well. She was now keenly aware of her location, although she had momentarily forgotten the time. She had for the past two minutes been living through the experiential side of life, and now it was time for the emotions to catch up with her.
“Girl that was great, we should hang out sometime, what’s your name?”
Elisa was petrified, for some reason even though the new sexual awakening didn’t do it for her, this kind of social anxiety did. She thought ahead, about having to explain how she and this woman met, about how she might have to continue the possible farce of being bisexual, about how she would have to wave at her each time they saw each other on campus. Elisa was not about to let this incident take over her life, and she realized she really needed the z’s right now.
Before she could answer, she pulled her bikini bottom back to cover her oh-so-wet genitalia, grabbed her drawstring bag, shoved her shoes, socks, phone, and keys in there, grabbed her towel and water bottle, and bolted out the door to the locker room for the first time in five hours.
Elisa made a left turn and came to the front door of the fitness center and pushed it open with her elbow. The Adirondack September breeze of the fact that her boobs were still exposed, and she fumbled to get all three items she was carrying into one hand so she could fix it.
“¿Qué estoy haciendo?...¿qué he hecho?...soy tan idiota...soy tan estupida...¿cómo pudo pasar esto?” (What am I doing?...What have I done?...I’m such an idiot...I’m so stupid...How could this happen?) Elisa muttered to herself with a short breath. All she could think of now was that nice warm bed waiting for her at her dorm room.
Elisa ran downhill toward her dormitory, landing toe first due to her being barefoot. Some of the steps felt like she stepped on LEGO bricks, but she was determined. The aura of dawn and a third quarter moon illuminated her surroundings past what was provided by the LED streetlamps. She was to return within the next two minutes, but before that Elisa had to make sure that no one saw her in such an oddly exposed state. The campus was too small for her to get lost in the crowd unfortunately.
Elisa thought about her parents and her younger siblings, what they would think of this? Would they approve? Obviously not, my parents are as vanilla as they come, and my siblings are too young to know that these kinds of shenanigans are possible. As she ran across the main road through campus (there was no traffic at this hour), she noticed a disheveled girl walking in the opposite direction with a friend who appeared to be consoling her. The unkempt one’s cyan crop top and daisy dukes were stained with some liquid, and she seemed to have a very low morale from whatever she had going on. Elisa induced that they must have crashed at a party and are only just now completing the walk of shame with one of the girls having vomited or pissed herself or both, just like her, minus the vomiting and the crowds and the drinking.
No Elisa. Stay focused. As much as she wanted to just go to bed, one more glance behind her made her realize that all this time, she had still yet to rinse the soap out of her body. Mierda. I’m going to have to shower anyway. A ripple of fatigue swept over her from this realization, though Elisa persisted and in due time reached the entrance to her building. She dropped her water bottle and towel and fiddled around in her drawstring for her ID card to get in. The only problem was that the key card and her phone were at the bottom of the bag, and she had to unpack nearly everything—her workout clothes, her underwear stained with urine and semen, her white sports bra— before finding the familiar jingling of the lanyard her card was attached to. She opened the door and holding it open with her back, she pulled out her phone and repacked her bag before grabbing her water bottle and towel. She jazz ran up one flight of stairs and down the hall to her room and saw the familiar pineapples with her and Jordan’s names written in sharpie, and then she pulled on the handle. But the door was locked, so she hurriedly found her key and twisted it before she had a panic attack of anyone seeing her in the well lit hallway. And just before she was able to turn the key, she hear the door across and two doors down from her open. This fright almost involuntarily pushed her through the door, where Elisa almost slammed it behind her but she stopped once she realized that Jordyn was still asleep. Why wouldn’t she be? Not wanting to wake her roommate up and wanting to get the soap out of her as soon as possible, Elisa made a left turn past the sink and threw all of her stuff onto the floor of the shared bathroom. The anxiety was pushing her need for a bowel movement and she stripped out of her bathing suit with this in mind, but before she sat down on the toilet, she peered at the top of her drawstring bag and saw the neon-yellow boyshorts sticking out. And though she was out of breath, Elisa could not contain the intrusive thought, about that night, and Gabe, and her exhibitionism. Well, one more can’t hurt, can it?
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Thank’s so much for reading!
This one turned out way longer than I initially anticipated, as I kind of forgot where I was going with the cliffhanger, but I was determined to finally get Elisa back to her room.
Apologies if any of this comes off as culturally insensitive, I tried my best at making diverse characters, and presenting them as realistically as I knew. As such, I wanted the one character to speak in AAVE (the “black” accent or dialect) and respect the grammar rules, similar to how many black Americans sound in their tweets. And I am learning Spanish and wanted to make sure that Elisa’s background was not separate from the story.
Any of the groups that I am trying to represent (women, LGBTQIA+, latinos/latinas, black Americans), feedback would be appreciated to make the characters more realistic (either comment here or message me directly).
Also I am considering adding a short chapter interlude chapter between here and Elisa finally getting to bed (if you can’t tell, I kind of foreshadowed more of the self-pleasuring). It will not be entirely sexual, I would intend to hone in on Elisa’s anxiety as well since I have had nights like this where there was too much going on, but let me know if you would like to read it or if I should just skip it and leave it implied.
And really any feedback would be appreciated! Is there too much sex stuff, or just the right amount? I kind of get horny every time I write so it’s a bit hard to ignore the creative freedom of my mind in those states.
Thanks and happy New Year!
Edited January 6 by Wormhole67
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The Story of Torrie and Kaleigh
This is a story of a girl named Torrie and her best friend Kaleigh, who we will call Kay for short. I can only hope that I can bring my characters and story to life as nicely as in her story, but I’ve had these ideas kicking around for so long and I love reading all the stories that everyone on the forums share, I wanted to contribute in some way, so here we go…
The first part will set up the story and give a little background on the two main characters and how they started their interest in Omo individually and how they started a fun Omo adventure!
Background
Torrie and Kay had known each other for as long as they could remember. They lived in a small upper middle class neighborhood just inland about a mile or so from the beach. The summers were a little bit crazy in the town with people coming to visit the beach, but there was a ton of things to do in the quaint little ocean side town and the surrounding area. There was a boardwalk that was mostly empty in the off season from September - March over the winter. The boardwalk and the surrounding town had lots of shopping, restaurants, arcades, a few parks, lots of surf shops, a movie theater, everything you would want to have in a town.
Being that the beach was close, Torrie and Kay spent a lot of time there in the summers and often rode their bikes to the beach most days in the summer. Growing up, both girls longed to work in the main surf shop on the boardwalk and maybe even become life guards when they were a little older.
Torrie and Kay lived about 5 houses away from each other. The houses were very nice, but most of the properties in the neighborhood consisted of the actual house, and many of the houses in the neighborhood were fairly large. Many consisted of 5 or more bedrooms and although the houses were somewhat close together, they all had fenced in yards with decks and a decent amount of privacy from their neighbors. There were a few other kids that lived in the neighborhood, some were 3 or 4 years older than Torrie and Kay and there were a few others that were 4 to 8 years younger, so they were the only two in the neighborhood in the same grade at the time we will pick up our story.
Torrie was an only child and her dad had passed away when she was only 5 years old and her mom never remarried or dated much. Her dad had a really good job and left them a sizeable nest egg of money and Torrie’s mom worked part time around town while Torrie was growing up, but when Torrie was 15 and a freshman, she went back to work full time as an executive assistant in a large realty office in the town that handled a lot of the rental properties and worked a lot during the summers, but during the bulk of the school year worked from about 8:30 am to 5:30 pm in the office, knowing that Torrie was responsible enough to be home from school for a few hours every day by herself.
Kay was about 6 months younger than Torrie, and had 2 younger brothers, she was the big sister by 7 and 8 years. Her parents were really cool and often helped take care of Torrie when Torrie’s mom needed to pick up some extra part time shifts in her seasonal jobs after her husband passed and Torrie and Kay often spent time at each other’s houses after school doing homework and hanging out playing video games and chatting and texting with their other friends from school.
Torrie was a fairly petite and cute blonde, about 5’2” and 100 lbs. Kay was about the same height, 5’3” and 120 lbs, brunette, kind of plain Jane looking (cute), but what always stood out on Kay was that she always had incredibly large boobs for her age and size and she always cracking jokes on herself about how big they were. Both girls played soccer when they were younger, but as they got older, decided that they didn’t want to play for their high school teams, instead, they both wanted to focus on school and maybe getting jobs at the boardwalk instead to make money to start saving up for cars. The elementary school and the high school in town were both fairly small, maybe 200 kids per grade, so everyone pretty much knew everyone else, it wasn’t overly cliquey, and for the most part growing up, everyone got along. Most people that lived in the town growing up tended to stay in the town and raise their families there, so it was a nice place to live, work, and play…
The First Experiences
As a young girl that spent a lot of time at the beach, often time no where near a bathroom, it wasn’t uncommon for Torrie when she had to pee, to just run into the ocean and pee through her bathing suit and then come back out and do what you were doing on the beach or walking around on the boardwalk. It started as far as she could remember, she had asked her mom to take her to the bathroom and her mom said, just run in the ocean and go and she never asked again. She never had accidents and was a well potty trained kid, but whenever she was on the beach, she was peeing in her bathing suit. Torrie remembered the first time she shared it with Kay, Kay was kind of weirded out about it, but as they spent more and more time at the beach, she started to do the same thing as well and no one ever seemed to really care. If their parents asked if they needed to go, they would just say, we went in the ocean, and it was accepted. Both girls never really thought much of it growing up and never really talked a whole lot about it, they just did it and it was always under water, so it never really felt weird or anything.
As Torrie started to get a little older, she often wondered what it would be like to just have the freedom to pee in her pants whenever she wanted to, but she never really acted on it as the thought of doing it in your real clothes was definitely not acceptable and would be quite embarrassing if anyone found out about it. Many times coming home from the beach before she would get in the shower, she would sneak a bit of a naughty pee in her bathing suite and then wash it out in the sink before she would jump in the shower. It always felt so good to just either sit on the toilet and feel the warm pee soak up against her pussy or if she stood in the shower, she loved how it felt as it ran down her legs. Once she realized that the feeling of the warm pee also invoked other feelings in her, she started learning how to masturbate and really kicked her curiosity on peeing herself into full gear…. For the longest time, she kept this dirty little hobby to herself, embarrassed that if anyone found out about it, they would think she was a weirdo. She especially never thought about telling Kay about what she did, what would she think of her best friend??? Would she think I was dirty and disgusting for indulging in this at home...by myself….
Kay had a bit of a similar view on it as the girls started to get older and she had often wondered if some people did pee in their pants on purpose. Last Christmas she got her very own IPad to use for school work and for fun. Interestingly enough, one of the first things she did was google peeing pants. It was quite the eye opener for Kay as she realized there was a whole culture of people that peed in their pants...on purpose and actually liked it. Kay became quite mesmerized by the fact that people would do this on purpose in their clothes. How do they hide it? Kay often did her own laundry, so she did figure that if she did try it once, she would be able to hide it fairly easily, but she was never quite brave enough to give it a try as she was always terrified that she would get caught. However, it didn’t stop her from always looking up pictures and videos of peeing and she found that she enjoyed watching girls pee in their pants quite a bit, even though she did have crushes on boys. It was sort of a weird trick that her mind would play on her. She thought she liked boys, but she loved looking at beautiful girls, and especially loved looking at them wet. Lookingat the pictures and videos of all the pretty girls she found doing this on the internet almost made it seem like a normal thing and it often made her extremely horny to look at these pictures and videos to the point that almost every night before bed, she would often watch a few videos and masturbate, but for some reason, she was never daring enough to try peeing her pants herself. Every time she thought about it, she just chickened out at the thought of trying to hide it. It never dawned on her to do what Torrie was doing as even that made her nervous that she would get caught. She often wanted to tell Torrie about it, but she wasn’t sure how Torrie would react if she knew she liked looking at other girls. Surely they had been friends for so long that she wouldn’t care right??? I mean, she liked boys too, she just appreciated a really good looking girl also, and Torrie did fit the bill.
How Torrie and Kay discovered their mutual like of peeing....
As Freshman year of high school started for both girls, they were both excited about the fact that they now got out of school around 2pm and would have a lot more time after school to get home, do homework, and while the weather was still somewhat warm, maybe catch a little beach and boardwalk time. The first day of Freshman year, the girls met at the end of their road and caught the bus to school that was only about a 10 minute ride with a handful of other stops to pick up some of their other classmates.
The first day started out great, both girls were in the same home room and had just about most of the same classes, lunch at the same time, gym at the same time, it was going to be such a fun year.
As both girls met up in the cafeteria on the first day, they chatted with their friends and each other and had a great time comparing first day notes up to this point. Torrie was gulping down water like it was going out of style because she was so thirsty, and then it was off to class after class. The final class of the day was social studies, a subject both of the girls really loved. Torrie sat down in class next to Kay and admitted that she had to pee, but didn’t have time to stop in between classes as in between every class, she was stopping to chat with someone she hadn’t seen in a while. Kay instantly became a bit interested in her friend’s predicament. Class was only about 35 minutes long, but it was surely an interesting thought to watch Torrie squirm a little as she new she had to pee pretty bad. Torrie was wearing skin tight light jeans and a tight fitting white shirt that outlined her body perfectly. Kay had opted for a pair of tight black leggings that were probably pushing the limits of revealing every curve on her body and a similarly tight pink top, that her overly large boobs seemed to be squeezed into the top like two watermelons.
During the class, Kay was intently watch as Torrie was bobbing her leg up and down and then rubbing her thighs together, then she would open up her legs just enough to see the faint outline of Torrie’s womanhood through her jeans. Kay was almost entranced through the entire class and almost didn’t hear a word of what the teacher was even saying. Class went so fast, that it was over in a second.
Class ended and both girls headed to their lockers to get their stuff for the end of the day and then head to their bus. Torrie whispered to Kay, “Hey, I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be right back and then we can catch the bus.” On the way, Kay saw Torrie get stopped by a few girls that they used to play soccer with. They hugged and chatted. The whole time, Kay stared at Torrie rocking her leg and almost pulling the skin tight jeans she had on more and more up into her pussy, almost as it was becoming a damn to stop what looked like to be an eventual accident. Kay had never seen her friend so desperate to pee before, but she was really starting to tingle with excitement at the premise that her friend may pee her pants in front of her. But, then she also hoped that wouldn’t happen, as she knew that it would be extremely embarrassing for Torrie if that were to happen in front of all of their friends.
She watched as they chatted for a few more minutes and then Kay heard the sound of bus engines starting and realized the girls that Torrie was talking to were staying after school for sports, so they didn’t have to be anywhere. Kay ran over to Torrie and said hi to her friends and apologized for not coming over to say hi sooner and reminded Torrie that if they didn’t hit the road, they would be walking 5 miles home as Torrie’s mom worked and Kay’s mom worked part time until 3 and then went to pick up her younger siblings at after care at school.
Torrie thought, shit, we have to go. Kay said, will you be ok on the ride home? Yeah, Torrie said, I’ll be fine, it’s like 10 to 15 minutes and there’s only a few stops before us and a short walk. I’ll be fine. As they got to the bus just in time, and got to their seat, Kay realized Torrie was bouncing her legs quite a bit up and down. She leaned into Kay and said, I have to pee so bad, it’s not even funny. I wish we were at the beach and I could just jump in the ocean and PEE NOW!! Uggghhh. This just got Kay more and more excited and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was trying to play it cool and not seem like she was too interested in Torrie’s predicament, but was trying to be more nurturing and assuring that they would make it home.
The 15 minute bus ride came to an end and the girls jumped off the bus and headed on the quick 5 minute walk home. Torrie’s house was first, then Kay’s house.
“Kay, I don’t know if I”m going to be able to even get the door unlocked, that’s how bad I have to go”, as she swung her backpack around from her shoulder and grabbed her keys out of her front pouch and gave them to Kay, all while on a very brisk walking pace now.
They reached the front door to Torrie’s house, Torrie was so desperate that she had jammed her hand into her crotch and was rubbing it and holding so it would make the sensation go away. Kay was like, damn Torrie, why didn’t you pee in school? “It just slipped my mind, it was crazy today. Open the goddamn door already!!!! I’m really going to pee my pants!” Kay suddenly got a bit mischievous and as she was getting ready to open the door, dropped the keys on purpose. “Ahhh, Kay, what the fuck!”
“Sorry, they slipped, which key is it…?”
“Kay, seriously, don’t mess with me like that damint.” Torrie wasn’t mad, she was actually laughing now.
“What if you just were to pee in your pants right here on the door step before you made it inside….” Kay was thinking, damn, did I really just say that out loud… I sure did. What will Torrie say about that?????
“Well, I guess I would make quite a mess of myself wouldn’t I...You would like it if I peed myself, wouldn’t you.” Torrie was really laughing now and her face was going bright red. “Kay, are you really not going to open the door for me??? Shit”.
Kay had to collect herself as she felt herself breathing really fast and heavy and getting really excited at the thought that Torrie wasn’t mad at her and thought she might be ok with the thought of peeing in her pants right now… “well, maybe, how much is it worth it to you for me to open the door” she chuckled, but all the while being really excited.
“Well, hopefully none of of our neighbors are watching me right now damnit!. I’ve never had an accident Kay and you’re going to make me have one, I can’t believe you” as Torrie doubled down to her knees laughing so hard that she now was on the brink of a full out accident. “Kay….help, please, it’s going to come out any second, I can’t stop laughing…..”
“Ok, give me a second….Slowly Kay fumbled around at the lock, she got the bottom lock undone...then got the key for the deadbolt lock. Put the key in and said, almost there… as to just push Torrie a little further. The whole time she was like, damn, how is she not peeing yet….I’m going go have to let her in and this will be a bit awkward now as I am now full on trying to make my best friend pee herself… but she had one last ditch trick and took out her water bottle and started to slowly spill it out on the ground, laughing the whole time and watching Torrie shake from laughing and holding…
“Oh shit...Torrie exclaimed. That’s it, I just peed a little. My panties are soaked now Kay…
“Let’s see…”
“I can’t show you my panties, what the fuck”. “Shit, Kay!!! I’m peeing more, come on and open the door.!” Look at my jeans as she was still laughing, Kay could see a nice camletoe outline of Torrie’s pussy and an apple sized, very yellow we spot on her crotch… Kay figured, what the hell, I’ll just go for the final push here. She’s still laughing,so she’s not mad at me it appears.
“Come on, let me grab your bag and help you up”. As she started to help Torrie up, she started to tickle her sides mercilessly and Torrie erupted in laughter and tried dropping back to her knees. Kay was also behind her and was holding her arms from being able to reach her crotch to hold and then the levee broke….
She could hear a full on loud hissing noise and as she looked over Torrie’s shoulder, could see a full on yellow pee running down the insides of both of Torrie’s legs on the inseams, but it wasn’t getting her on the crotch that much.
Torrie was still laughing the whole time and teasing Kay saying, I can’t believe you made me pee myself. OHH My god, but it feels so fucking good right now and I can’t stop...Kay, I can’t stop….
“Let it out girl, she laughed” as she held her friend tight. Suddenly, Kay realized the pee that she didn’t see down Torrie’s front, was actually riding up her cute little but, to which Kay was pressed against and was now feeling wet warm pee on the front of her skin tight black leggins. Her first inclination was to drop Torrie from her grip, but realized Torrie’s body had pretty much gone limp with tiredness and she didn’t want to hurt her, so she held onto her as pee kept coming for what seemed like 2 minutes straight. Now almost every inch of Torrie’s light blue jeans was covered in a hot yellow pee and boy did she smell like PEE.
“Torrie, I think you’re peeing on me, I’m going to let you go…”
“Nope, she grabbed onto Kay from behind and held onto the waistband of Kay’s leggings…”To bad, you made me pee myself, so if you get wet, that’s your fault! Laughing the whole time…Finally Torrie stopped peeing and let Kay go.
“Torrie, your pee smells and I have to still go home”, and now it looks like I peed…
“Oh my god Kay, let’s get the fuck inside!”
Inside the house, Torrie was like, shit, I can’t believe I just peed my pants.
Kay feeling pretty bad and guilty now said “I”m really sorry, you aren’t mad at me are you?...
“No, I’m not mad at all, I think it’s kind of funny”.
“Ok, well, I’m covered in your pee now, so…
both girls had a good chuckle and Kay was now starting to get herself worked up again at the sight of Torrie’s tight wet jeans with the bright yellow pee stains on them…
“Kay….Kay….are your staring at me????”
“Shit, sorry, I….just...umm….”
“It’s ok, I’m not mad at you, calm down. It was my fault for not going at school. Whatever, I’ll just throw them in the wash, hopefully this yellow stain comes out, holy shit, it’s yellow from not going all day”. Text your mom and tell her we have a group project that we need to get started on for Social Studies and we can get your leggings in the dryer too.”
“Great Idea” Done...my mom said no problem, just be home before dinner at 6.
“Cool, my mom won’t be home until 6 anyway from work”
“Torrie…”
“Yeah”?
“I have to admit something, I really wanted to watch you pee in your pants….oh god, I hope that doesn’t sound bad….”
“Ummm ok, that’s a bit interesting…, but ok”
“Ever since we’ve been going to the beach and peeing our bathing suites, I’ve been fascinated by watching girls pee their pants and something just came over me...oh god, am I a fucking weirdo????”
“Wow...um no, you’re not a weirdo at all, but you like watching girls??? Are you a…
“No, I’m not a lesbian… I like boys….I just like watching a pretty girl pee too… My god, I sound like such a weirdo….”
“Well, I have to admit something to you. I often come home from the beach, lock myself in my bathroom and pee in my bathing suit...So, you’re not weird at all.”
“Really???? SHIT, how did we never really discuss this with each other, we tell each other everything.”
“I guess I was a bit embarrassed by the whole thing and didn’t want you to think I was a weirdo” said torrie.
“Wow, I am really relieved” Kay said. “Umm, do you…”
“Do I what…?”
“Touch yourself?”
“Ummmm, that’s a bit personal, but I guess you just watched me soak myself and admitted that you liked it, so I guess I can admit that I will touch myself once in a while, how about you????”
“Yes, kay said a bit sheepishly, are your sure you’re not weirded out and mad at me???”
“NO, stop asking, but you better not tell anyone about this or that I peed my pants as she quipped laughing”
“GOD NO, I would NEVER!!!”
“Ok, calm down… Let’s go get something to drink I’m parched”, as Torrie grabbed a cold water from the fridge and a Diet Coke for Kay as that was her favorite.
“Torrie, you are soaked, and your pee is cold on my tights and it still smells as both girls laughed”. “Do you want to go up and get changed? I’ll need to borrow some shorts or something while we wash these clothes”.
“Yeah, no prob, but let’s stop outside on the back deck real quick before we change, you owe me a favor now”...
“What’s that Torrie?”
“I want you to pee your pants too…”
“Umm, ok, I’ll do it! Kay exclaimed excitedly”.
The girls hit the back deck and Kay said, how should I do this”
“What do you mean, just stand there and let it out, you must have to go from school too”.
“Yeah, I can definitely pee….” “ok, here’ we go…”. Kay stood there with her legs shoulder length apart. Torrie walked over to her friend and pulled her leggings up tighter against her but and pussy to see the full outline and Kay’s now visible panty line.
“What color panties are you wearing??” “Mine were white, now yellow as torrie laughed”
“ white also...it doesn’t want to come out…”
“Just pretend like we are in the ocean, it will come”
“Kay closed her eyes and begin to push, and a trickle started… It was warm and wet now on the area that was cold with Torrie’s pee…. The stream cut off as it her mind said don’t pee your pants! “Come on peee…...peeee….”. More pee started to come out and run down her legs, now coming out full force, Torrie could hear Kay’s pee hissing out from her leggings as a nice puddle formed at her feet… Kay then realized, shit, I just peed into my sneakers, as she kicked them off quickly to avoid further damage….
“WOW Kay, that was a good pee”
“It feels so good, I have to admit, I’m kind of throbbing….and I kind of need to, maybe get some alone time in your shower…”
“Kay, what the fuck, you want to masturbate in my shower, we are moving our new found love of pee along a bit quick here, don’t you think???
“Well you said that you…”
“I’m just fucking with you…. you can do whatever you want…. Ok, let’s get up to my bathroom and get cleaned up and changed”...
Both girls headed up to Torrie’s bedroom and admired each other’s wet pants for a minute. Torrie feeling a bit jealous that you couldn't really make out Kay’s wet spot that much, but she was obviously soaked in yellow pee….
“I have to go again already Torrie exclaimed…”. I’m going to go stand in the shower and pee some more…”
“Can I watch…”
“Sure, weirdo…. As Torrie Laughed…
“Stop, panty wetter….”
Torrie got into her tub and with her legs somewhat crossed this time so the tight wet denim and her white cotton panties hugged her wet pussy and rubbed against her clit… she moved her right leg up and down to almost make the wet heavy fabric masturbate her clit…Kay’s heart was pounding out of her chest as she watched her friend stand there almost masturbating in front of her in her peed jeans…. As Torrie stood there for what seemed like 5 minutes, Kay was like… are you going to pee?
“Just wait a second, I’m working it up…”
“Working what up??? Kay said curiously “.
“Just watch, Torrie then started to rub herself with her right hand feverishly through here wet denim...slight moaning sounds begin to come from her…. Her eyes were closed as if she was in a trance… Kay’s chest was pounding so hard she thought Torrie could hear it… Her huge nipples were busting out of her top from excitement….She rammed her hand down her tights and felt the warm wet panties beneath her and her pussy was even wetter than ever. What is this…she thought, I’m not peeing...I’m...excited and WET as hell from that…..
Torrie unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them back a bit to expose her see through yellow peed in panties that were soaked to the waistband at this point and continued to rub feverishly, forgetting Kay was in the room and watching intention and also masturbating...and then all of the sudden let out a high pitched squeal…. and pee jetted out of the white panties and streamed into her wet jeans that were just at the top of her thighs…
Kay now was ready to explode, what the fuck did she just witness and she’s sitting in her own peed pants for the first time ever also…
Kay couldn’t resist and jumped into the shower and put her hand under stream of Torrie’s pee and then started to feel her friends pissy wet panties, “Rub it hard Kay”... all of the sudden Torrie stopped peeing for a minute and then dropped to her knees and seemed like she was in a trance, breathing really heavy….
“What was that...Kay asked”
“That was called an orgasm…”
“How did you...how did you know you could do that???”
“Lots of practice Kay”. Practice makes perfect, you’ll have one some day…. As she laughed”
Kay decided to squeeze out whatever pee she still had left in her as they were both standing in Torrie’s pee in the shower together…Torrie could see the glistening crotch on Kay’s tights and quickly pulled them down to expose Kay’s panties and see the pee come out of her pussy better.... This feels so wrong torrie, what did we do????
“Kay, that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever done, I don’t….”like” girls per say, but we are besties, so that doesn’t count right???:”
“ I suppose not… I think we just have a secret fun thing to share with each other from now on…”
As both girls stood there admiring each other’s wet panties, Torrie took a quick feel of Kay’s lovely round but that was totally see through in her wet panties by now… She also had a nice yellow tinge in her white cotton panties….
“We have to get washed up as Torrie through on the water and stepped out for Kay to get washed up. Towel is right here for you… I’ll go shower in our guest bathroom, bring your wet stuff downstairs and we will throw it in the wash!
Kay showered, feeling really dirty for what just happened, but really excited. Torrie was feeling the same way…
Both girls met in Torrie’s room as Kay needed to get some clothes to borrow…
The girls spent the next couple of hours just talking, doing homework, laundry, and vowing to keep this a secret from anyone else!
As it was time for Kay to head home, she put on her freshly washed clothes. Torrie’s jeans didn’t quite come all the way clean, almost as if she didn’t put the right detergent in the wash, so Torrie was a bit upset with the fact that her favorite jeans were kind of messed up now, so she hid them away in her closet, as she had plent of other similar pairs…
Kay left and the girls both agreed that this was going to be a fun school year… and Kay said, maybe I will tell my mom I have to come by tomorrow after school again… I’ll pack something to have fun in and bring it over.. Torrie said, that sounds like a plan and you can probably just leave some stuff in my room… my mom never comes in here…
Ok, see you tomorrow the girls, hugged and Kay went on her way…
Hope you enjoyed..
Edited January 4, 2021 by slick66
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First Night Aftermath
After both Torrie and Kay ate dinner with their families and made small talk, exclaiming how their day at school was good and pretty “uneventful”... they both couldn’t wait to get back to their bedrooms to reflect on what happened after school. Both girls were still a bit in disbelief on just how fast their day escalated in to pretty much a place their friendship had never gone. It was all a bit surreal to both of them considering they had both been hiding this secret love of pee in one way or another. Torrie essentially shared that she does like to pee herself in her shower and masturbate to it and Kay, while never peeing herself on purpose, had a love of watching girls pee and all in a matter of moments, everything was out on the table and just moving in full speed.
Kay laid in bed watching TV, but not really paying any attention to it. The entire time her mind kept drifting to watching Torrie have a full blow accident in her jeans and enjoying it and then actually touching her while she peed more. She could still feel the warm, wet, slippery pee in her mind. She had changed into a pair of skin tight pink cotton shorts that she had and still wore the white panties she had peed in earlier, but were freshly washed at Torrie’s. The entire time in bed she just kept running the incident over and over and started to get extremely worked up. Her nipples were totally poking through her plain, snuggly fitting white t-shirt. Every shirt she had was snug because of her large breasts and she often was self conscious when she new her nipples were hard as they were always visible through whatever bra and shirt that she wore, but now it didn’t matter as she lay in bed. She kept thinking of how Torrie had an orgasm and she grabbed her IPad and began looking up how to orgasm, as she too wanted to experience what looked like an incredible heart pounding experience that Torrie had.
Five houses away, Torrie told her mom, she was going to hit the sack early tonight, as she was tired from the first day and wanted to just get a good solid night of sleep. As she was up in her room sitting at her desk, she began looking up peeing your pants on the internet to see what Kay was looking at. She saw a bunch of sites come up immediately, but she wasn’t quite sure where to start. It all seemed a bit strange to be so interested in watching other girls wet, but what happened today had fueled a crazy desire in her to check some stuff out. She decided to text Kay…
“Kay, when you said you like to look up girls peeing on the internet today… you have any sites that you like to look at?”
Kay’s heart almost jumped out of her chest as the phone buzzing on her nightstand scared the crap out of her… as she gained her composure from lightly caressing her pussy through her tight shorts, she thought...wow, that’s an interesting text…. “Sure, here’s a few that I like to look at, one of the best is ormoroshi.org, tons of cool content, that will keep you busy for a long time...LOL”. “Maybe you’ll get some ideas there too….haha”.
“Thanks Kay, I’ll check it out!”
Kay was now even more insanely horny at the thought that her bestie, and new found pee buddy, was looking up peeing...what the fuck, is this real??? I can’t believe this is happening. Kay was still reading about orgasm techniques while gently caressing her pussy. The entire time she was doing it, she started feeling the crotch of her panties getting damper and damper from her masturbating… Suddenly she realized she needed to pack an outfit for some potential after school shenanigans for tomorrow. She figured she would do it before she fell asleep, so she jumped up and found an old pair of white cotton panties that were probably a little small and worn out.. What type of pants do I bring? Leggings? Jeans? Shorts? Hmm, so many choices. She had old pairs of each that she knew if she packed and left at Torries, she wouldn’t really care, so she grabbed an old pair of jeans that were probably a size too small, but she could still squeeze into, even though they were a little uncomfortable, she new she was not going to be wearing them all day. She found another pair of same tight cotton shorts she was wearing, just in light green, and an old pair of tight white cotton leggings that she never wore, because they were a little too revealing and a bit thin, so they always showed her underwear, so she was always too self conscious to wear them. What the hell, let’s throw in pair of pink panties too.
Back into bed, the idea of what was ahead tomorrow was just too much, she couldn’t get comfortable, she couldn’t sleep and her nipples were still rock solid. It was about 12 midnight now and she was wide awake and had to pee pretty bad. She was sure everyone else had already gone to bed, as she peaked out of her bedroom door and heard nothing and saw no lights on upstairs or downstairs where her parent’s room was. I have to do something…. I have to sleep! I wonder if I were to just indulge in a little private fun, maybe I can try to get some of it out of my system she thought. She went into her bathroom that was connected directly to her bedroom and shut the door and locked it to be safe.
What should I do, should I sit on the toilet and pee, sit in my bathtub and pee, stand in the bathtub and pee…. I can’t run the water in the bath after or my parents will wonder what’s going on, but I can just leave it until morning when I take a shower before school… Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to sit in the tub. Kay plugged the drain and sat down. As she sat in the tub, she pulled her legs up so her shorts pushed tighter against her pussy. Her heart pounding, she was starting to wonder, what am I doing… this just feels so naughty to be doing right now… as she sat with her legs pulled in towards her chest, she relaxed her muscles and let out a large spurt of pee that instantly soaked her crotch and ran all down her butt, turning her light pink shorts a nice dark pink, but instinctively she clenched and stopped. The fabric was wet, slippery, and heavy around her crotch as she felt it with her righ hand, and her left hand trying to calm down her rock hard nipples. She relaxed again and watched her crotch glisten as the hot pee squirted out through the fabric, down her but more, and into the tub, which now had a noticeable yellow puddle that formed around her curvy little butt. It went cold fairly fast in the cold tub. She stood up and looked at her but in the mirror and realized that she was sitting on her T-shirt and the back of it was tinged yellow and see through. Shit, she thought, I didn’t want to do that, but too late now… She loved the way her ass looked with the dark wet patch on it. She pulled down her shorts to check out her white panties underneath, that now had a nice yellow hue and had already gone see through from the pee. As she stood there, she let out another hot jet that ran down her legs and soaked the front and pooled up in her half pulled down shorts. She quickly pulled them up and the pee splashed down her legs and re-warmed her throbbing pussy. She slipped her hand inside the shorts and her panties and begin to rub her clit furiously with the warm wet and slippery pee that was covering her pussy. As she was doing that, she forced out more pee to get her fingers more slick. More hot pee ran down her legs and the front of her shorts were soaked all the way up the front. Now she was standing in a little puddle, she sat down with a little splash in the pee and rubbed herself furiously in the puddle for about 10 minutes. Her bladder seemed to be filling more and more as she was masturbating.
She was getting ready to stop when all of the sudden she was getting this crazy feeling that the pee was going to explode out of her any second… She kept rubbing furiously and her body went totally numb… she just felt this incredible feeling in her pussy and she let out a loud moan without even thinking… she snapped quickly back to reality and slammed her hand over her own mouth while still rubbing and was like… Shit, I hope that wasn’t too loud… the rooms were pretty sound proof, so she was pretty confident no one would have heard it, but she also wasn’t quite sure how loud she really was…. As she sat there in a pee puddle, feeling relieved, she was wondering if that was what her orgasm was supposed to feel like. She sat there and just relaxed and let the rest of her full bladder empty, just hissing full force as it came out. Her shorts were completely saturated now, not a dry spot on them, and her shirt was getting wet half way up to her tits… As the puddle grew to a huge size in the tub, she rolled over on her stomach and pushed out the last bit of pee as she rubbed her pussy into the puddle and against the tub… Pee now rolled up the front of her shirt and completely exposed her boobs, she was totally covered in pee at this point. She stood up dripping all over and covered in yellow pee and thought, crap, I have to get these off and get into bed with pee all over my skin…. WTF was I thinking… I can’t take a shower at 1am, that will surely be heard by her parents. She opened the drain and let the puddle go down…. and stripped her clothes off and left the in the tub for the morning, she would just rinse them out and then put them in the bottom of her laundry basket for when she did laundry at the end of the week… She grabbed her towel and wiped herself down as much as she could, although she was still a bit sticky from the pee all over her body. She went into her room, grabbed another pair of light blue cotton shorts, no panties and a T-shirt and drifted quickly into LALA Land…
It was about 2 AM at Torrie’s house and she was still scrolling through videos, pictures, and stories, her mind was on sensory overload. She realized it was 2am and she had to wake up in 4 hours to get up and get ready for school. Shit, I have to get into bed now. Torrie got into bed and quickly fell asleep. Torrie’s mind was still in and out of sensory overload even as she slept. Even though she was sleeping, she was still looking at pictures and videos… She really had to pee, so she got up to pee. Stumbling into her bathroom, she sat down on the toilet and was waiting to pee. She had to pee really bad, but nothing would come out. Then she started to pee, and pee, and pee, for what seemed like 25 minutes, it just didn’t stop… what the hell was going on, I just can’t stop peeing…. All of the sudden, her mind woke her up and she realized that she was not really in the bathroom, but she was still tucked into bed… and peeing in her light gray leggings… HOLY FUCK she thought. Did I really just pee in bed… what the fuck just happened. She quickly stopped the flow and realized that she was pretty wet from the crotch to her butt, her panties were soaked. Shit the bed… she threw on the light, realizing it was only 4am…. She was so worked up, her mind put her into a state of thinking she was really on the toilet peeing. It wasn’t too bad, just a small wet spot on her dark blue sheets, nothing crazy, she peeled the sheets back and nothing on the mattress… thank god. What the hell. She’d never remembered even having night time accidents as a kid, but she was so engrossed in all her day’s pee activity, her mind just wanted to make her pee…. Well, my leggings are pretty soaked, I can’t wear these now… Fuck, I’m wide awake now she thought as her heart was still pounding out of her chest…. Then she realized her bladder was ready to explode again…
Well, I’m already wet, I wonder what will happen if I let a little more out. Standing on the hardwood floor in her room, she tried to let out just a little bit more and huge torrent screamed out of her pussy and down both legs and onto the floor, she managed to stop, but she had a pretty big puddle on the floor… Shit, I didn’t want to do that… she felt another wave come and she sprinted for her bathroom, dripping pee along the floor as she ran, she threw up the seat and just sat on the toilet peeing full force through her panties and leggings… while she was peeing, she feverishly started masturbating her cute little tight pussy…. within seconds she had an orgasm so intense she almost fell off the toilet as pee still dripped from her ass into the toilet… Holy shit, what a mess I made, as she gained her composure and realized what she just did. She quickly stripped down, rinsed out her clothes, grabbed a bag and threw them in her closet. She put a towel down on her bed under the wet spot to protect the mattress and tried to get about another hour’s worth of sleep, which I was no problem, she was so tired when the alarm went off that 60 minutes after…
On the way to wait for the bus the next morning, Torrie told Kay, I can’t wait to tell you what happened to me last night…. “what, tell me now”!
“Nope, can’t bus is coming…we have to wait until later”.... |
The 2nd “Date”
School went rather uneventful, but seemed to drag on for hours for both Torrie and Kay. Both kept thinking about what craziness was going to take place after classes got out today. Once the last bell rang, both girls hit their lockers, said goodbye to some of their friends and ran to the bus.
As they sat on the bus, Kay opened up her bag and gave Torrie a quick sneak peak as to what outfits she had brought to pee in. Torrie was wearing a pair of tight Khaki pants that showed off her tight body and she was wearing a pair of little white cotton booty shorts under them to not show a panty line and a tight black top that hugged her breasts nicely as she wore a push up bra to give her a nice perky look today. Kay had decided to wear a pair of black jeans and a nice white top.
As she leafed discreetly through the options in her bag, Torrie’s eyes lit up on the white cotton leggings. Without saying anything, Kay knew that was Torrie’s choice. Not a word was spoken as both girls were just incredibly horny. Both needed to pee pretty bad, but not to the point of having an accident at all.
As they got off the bus Kay said, So what the hell happened last night??
“Holy Shit Kay, I was looking at videos all night, realized it was 2am, just jumped into bed and at 4am, I woke up to go to the bathroom and I was peeing and peeing and peeing, only the problem was, I wasn’t really fucking awake!”
“Wait, I don’t understand, you were sleep walking??”
“NO, I was so worked up, that I started to pee my bed!!! I caught it quick enough that I didn’t really get it on the bed, but then I ran to the bathroom and sat and peed through my pants the rest of the way and had a fucking crazy orgasm, it was a little scary though that I peed a little in my sleep.”
“WOW, shit, I wish I saw that Kay laughed!” “I have to admit, I locked myself in the bathroom last night and peed myself in the tub and sat in my pee and masturbated. I think I had an orgasm?? My body went a little numb, it was quick and I was a bit exhausted after, what do you think?”
“Sounds like it!, and it sounds super hot”
“It was hot….then cold….”
As the girls approached the house, they were deciding the best place to play without making a huge mess. We could do it in the back yard they thought, but they didn’t want to risk the one house that had a small partial view of the back yard to see anything if someone happened to be looking out the back window, even though Torrie was sure they weren’t home.
Let’s just use my bathroom shower, that can easily be cleaned and we won’t make any messes. How bad to you have to pee Torrie asked Kay…
“Umm, I have to pee, but not to the point of having an accident or anything.”
“Same… let’s go grab 2 large Ice Teas and pound those down first.”
“Sounds good to me, I’m pretty thirsty, I haven’t really drank much today, so my pee will be a lovely yellow I’m sure…”
Both girls grabbed two large 32 oz Ice Tea cans and started to drink them. While they were drinking, Kay asked, “Do you think any other girls in school do this too???”
“What, pee themselves on purpose?”
“Yeah, we can’t be the only ones right??”
“Well, Kay, I don’t know… that’s a great question… I wonder if there are also”
“Let’s make a list while we are drinking of girls we think pee their pants for fun”
“Ok, I can tell you that I think Katie does. She’s always making statements like, stop making me laugh or I’ll piss my pants, or I was pissing myself that I was laughing so hard, shit like that. I never thought much about it, but I bet she’s a pisser!”
“Yeah, good point Tor, she’s on the list, and she’s so fucking pretty too, with her beautiful natural blonde hair, perfectly tanned body 365 days a year, and she said that her mom even takes her for Brazilian waxes! I mean, we always shave every day, but that shit’s extreme” as both girls laughed.
“Yeah, she is always perfectly tanned and she’s always wearing jeans a size too small and shirts a size too small...haha, she loves showing the body”.
“She’s such a sweetheart though, Right Tor?”
“Totally,ok, you give me someone now”
“I would almost bet Nicole, little Niki, is definitely a wetter. One of the things I always remember is when I was on her soccer team, she would pee in her soccer shorts on purpose at practice sometimes. You would see her sitting in the grass and when she stood up, you would sometimes see pee dribble down her legs. I first thought it was just sweat, but then I asked her one day… did you just pee???” She said, yeah, I had to go, so I just popped a squat, no one can see it…. I have to admit, that was what first got me into watching girls pee and then we weren’t on the same team the next year and I would never ask her again. I love her to death, we are still really good friends”. (Nicole was another cute little blonde, only about 5 foot (if she was lucky) still played soccer, had an unreal body, the most adorable face, and always wore super tight jeans, leggings that showed every crevice in her lower body, and she had nice perky breasts for a small girl, but just right for her size”
“Damn, no way! Kay, we might have to discuss that further and see how we can maybe have her over some time”
“Sure, I’ll just call her up and ask her if she wants to come and pee with us…that will go over great!”
“No, we won’t do that, we will try to do some investigative reporting… we will come up with a way to flush it out...no pun intended”
“Smooth Tor, smooth….”
“Niki and Katie are pretty good friends, Katie still plays soccer also, I wonder if it’s a soccer thing...Peeing soccer girls….”
“Most of the girls sit together and were sorry that we both stopped playing before high school Tor, maybe we will have to have a sleep over party one night and play some games….”
“Listen, Kay, in two weeks my mom is going to a real estate convention down in Atlantic City next weekend. She leaves Friday, comes home on Sunday that weekend. She would definitely let you stay over, I bet if I ask her if I could have 1 or 2 other old soccer girls over just for the night, she won’t mind and your mom will be right down the road. I’m sure if they told their parents they were staying at your house, you guys can just come here for a little while. We can figure something out.”
“Sounds like a plan, we will work it out! Pee Party!!!” Both girls cracked up laughing.
Torrie was clutching her crotch as she laughed, the 32 oz iced tea had definitely pushed her over the edge now…”Fuck Kay, stop making me laugh, I’m totally to the point I was at yesterday, maybe worse. If I stand up, I might piss myself”
“Well, perfect, that’s what we’ve all been waiting for folks!”
Torrie chucked again as she jammed her hand down into her crotch again… “stop, it’s really going to come out” I don’t want to pee in these pants… Shit… she could see a small triangle shaped wet spot hugging her puffed up pussy, that was now aching and her stomach was so distended, it was hanging over the waistband of her skin tight khaki pants… “Damn, Kay, my panties are soaked...I can’t move, It’s really going to come out”.
“What are you going to do, pee on your bedroom floor…” Kay chucked sinisterly.
“Ummm, yeah, I might, like I”m not fucking around, I’m kind of frozen in place right now”
“Damn, I can’t wait to see you soak these pants”
“No, I need you to go grab me a pair of black leggings or something please or even my jeans from yesterday, they are in the closet in the back right corner”
“How the hell are you going to get into them if you can’t move dumbass?”
“Shit, true” and suddenly another spurt of pee shot out and made her wet patch bigger.
“I see it getting bigger...you’re kind of fucked Tor, sorry”
“What about you, why aren’t you squirming yet?
“Oh, I need to go, but I have a pretty good bladder, I can hold it forever Tor. White leggings right?”
“Umm, fuck yeah, you read that right”
“Ok”, Kay grabbed her white leggings and little white cotton panties out of her bag, her nipples were doing their tell tail poke out of her tight top, alerting Torrie that Kay was really starting to get worked up.
“High beams are on Kay!”
“Shut up, I can’t help it that my boobs are big, my nipples are so embarrassing”, as she held her hands over them”
“Oh stop, I’m just teasing”
Kay slipped her jeans off and dropped her pink panties, exposing her perfectly shaved pussy and her curvy tight but. It was a perfectly shaped but, Kay was just a perfectly curvaceous girl. Not skinny, not chunky...curvy, but really tight, no jiggle anywhere on her.
Torrie stared Kay up and down…’Damn Kay, look at that ass girl!” Kay turned around and did a little twerk for Torrie with her bare ass, exposing her thick luscious pussy lips from behind, which were now extra swollen from being so horny.
“How can you do that and not PEEEEEEEE….FUCK, more is coming out, it’s running down my butt Kay….”
“Yes it is” as she could now see a nice glistening wet spot on Torrie’s crotch…
Torrie half rolled over and showed Kay her wet patch on her butt.
“Kay, are you just going to stand there naked?”
Kay bent over further with her ass in Torrie’s face showing her pussy lips right in Torrie’s face now”
Torrie slapped her right on the ass and Kay screamed, and fell to the ground laughing… fuck that hurt… you left a hand print on my ass”
“You need to get some sun girl and that won’t happen: Torrie laughed and peed some more down her but and the inside of her thighs now had a bit of a wet patch working down them.
Kay slid on her panties that just barely covered her ass and pussy, in fact, the sides of her pussy peaked out from beyond the small panties, and it was making Torrie extremely horny as Torrie rubbed her pussy through her wet pants to primarily stop from peeing, but also because she felt really horny at the same time. Up went the tight thin cotton leggings that hugged every curve, but you could still see her white panties underneath them also and the outline of her pussy looked amazing in these leggings.
“Damn Kay, those are revealing…everything…”
“I know, that’s why I don’t wear them really, they’re really too small and not appropriate to wear in front of anyone, especially with two little brothers at home”
“Good point, but perfect for here!”
“That’s why I brought them, ok, are we going in your bathroom, or should I just sit down on the floor in front of you and slowly soak these leggings with hot, yellow, wet, slippery, smelly, pissssssssssssssssssss…. like Torrie needing to pissssssssssssssss”
“Bitch, I’m peeing more….” Torrie’s little tight khakis started to glisten with shiny rivulets of pee that ran down her butt and onto the floor forming a puddle. Then it stopped again as quickly as it started, but there was a fairly sizeable puddle under Torrie’s ass now… “Kay, help me up so I can get off this floor, we can’t pee in here, we have to get into the shower”.
“Why, it’s a wood floor, we just need to get some towels and wipe it up”.
“I guess, I’m just afraid it will start going towards my throw rug”
Kay grabbed the rug and rolled it into the side of the room…”problem solved, and we have to do laundry anyway, I’ll grab a couple towels from the bathroom”
“Ok, well, I guess….” all of the sudden, Kay heard a really loud audible hissing, Torrie’s face got hot and red and her eyes closed in ecstasy, breathing heavy and moaning every so quietly...whispering to Kay, fuck...this feels so fucking good right now…”. The puddle was growing bigger and bigger by the second, forming what was about a 5 foot diameter around her. “Goddam Torrie, are you ever going to stop?”
“Still coming out, I think… I’m so numb I can’t even tell” she jammed her had in her waistband and felt her soaked and slippery cotton panties…”still going”. She pressed her clit really hard and almost instantly had an orgasm, but she held back and stopped herself before exploding…
“Kay the entire time couldn’t stop watching, she was mesmerized and not even realizing, she was rubbing her pussy through her tights, sporting a really hot camletoe. She slowly and consciously pushed some pee into her panties and leggings, warming up her hand and dripping down onto the floor a title bit, instantly turning her white leggings almost see through and yellow…
“Torrie….wake up dear, I’m ready to pee”
“Torrie snapped back to reality” as she could see Kay’s pussy through her see through yellow pants. “Damn, that was my pee yesterday” she laughed..
“Yeah, I suppose it is quite yellow, I like the way it looks though when you have hot yellow pee on white pants and panties...definitely my favorite videos to save”
“You save them Torrie asked”
“Yeah, of course, that way I can go back and watch whenever I want without looking them up again.”
Torrie stood up and showed off her pants that were now clinging to her skin and completely dripping with pee from the puddle she was sitting in. Now her socks were totally soaked in pee.
Kay stripped off her shirt exposing her bra and her boobs that barely fit into the bra and began to walk towards Torrie with her nipples just popping…
“Unhook me please…”
“Umm, are you sure Kay…”
“Yeah, you’ve neve seen boobs before, this bra is killing me, the girls need to come out, they’re dying right now”
Torrie unhooked Kay’s bra exposing her large breasts. She couldn’t help herself and reached out and tweaked Kay’s nipple, causing Kay to scream again and pee some more into her leggings. Yellow pee now was halfway down the insides of her legs. She also realized she was standing in Torrie’s pee, which was now getting cold on the floor. “Your pee is cold”
“Warm it up”
“Ok, here goes the big flood….” Kay cupped her hand over her pulsating pussy and let more pee out, now cupped in her hand, she tossed a big handful of pee towards Torrie, hitting her across the shirt…
“Kay, What the fuck”..
“That’s for slapping me and pitching me biatch…” she stopped peeing for a second, and was now soaked halfway up her butt, down to her ankles and up to her belly button in front.
“Haha, ok, well, I guess so”
Kay’s leggings were totally see through now. You could make out her butt cheeks that were hanging out of her panties and her side pussy hanging out of her panties in the front. All of the sudden, Kay just sat in the puddle of mixing pees on the floor and wiped her butt around, rolled over and wiped her front and her boobs in the pee and started to wipe it on her body. She rolled back over and pulled her legs up exposing her totally soaked ass and pushed hard and more pee jetted out, soaking her more… Torrie reached down and felt that hot pee coming out of Kays rock hard pussy lips, they were so puffed from being hornny, it was crazy.
“Make me have an orgasm like you do Torrie”. Pee still coming out a little bit in spurts as she pushed out the last bit of her bladder….
Torrie rubbed Kay’s wet slippery pussy and felt how hot her crotch was. She got close to Kay and slipped her hand down the front of her pants, feeling how wet she was from pee and being hornny. There was lots of noises being made by Torrie’s hands and her fingers going in and out of Kay’s pussy as she found Kay’s clit with her thumb and went to town… and in 2 minutes, Kay was breathing so heavy, she almost couldn’t breath and suddenly screamed… oooohhhh my god Torrie, Holy shit, that was...shuddering…. that was...shuddering again….
“Wow, I made you speechless huh, I guess I got it….”
“I….think….you did, holy shit….”
“Ok, my turn” she unbuttoned her pants, and slid them down as they were sticking to her legs, got them off with her socks as she squelched along in huge pee puddle on the floor, her pants were now laying in it.
Her white panties were also completely see through and Kay could make out everything in Torrie’s panties, including her clit that was sticking out into the wet panties. “Man, you have a nice looking puss Tor”
“Such a way with words Kay, ok, give me your hand” She jammed Kay’s hand down her panties and placed it on her hard clit. As Kay started to rub furiously, it took Torrie about 30 seconds and her body went limp and she moaned loudly and shuddered… Damn, that was fucking awesome Kay… I’m sweating through my shirt… Kay quickly grabbed it and pulled it over Torrie’s head and in one quick swoop, unlatched her bra. Torrie a little embarrassed, quickly covered up, but Kay pulled her hands away…
“Let’s jump in the shower Tor”
“Ok, you can take this one and I’ll go in the spare”
“No we can go together, for shit sakes, we just made out with each other”
“Haha, true”
The girls cleaned up the room, did their laundry without anyone suspecting anything, did some homework.
“I have to baby sit the next couple days for my brothers, but maybe Friday night we can hang out and do a sleep over?”
“Sounds great Kay, I’ll see you tomorrow at school!”
“Yes you will, don’t pee your bed tonight…”
“Thanks bitch, don’t pee your bed...haha”
“Don’t you worry, I won’t, but I might pee in my shower tomorrow later, I have some clothes that I’m keeping for peeing at home and now here’s the ones for me to leave here”
“Cool, they’ll be here for you for Friday…love you bitch”
“Love you girl, see you tomorrow” as Kay left…. |
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