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Party Planning -
Kay and Torrie finished out their week fairly uneventfully as they both looked forward to getting together and planning how to carry out their “investigation” on other girls that they suspect might be into what they are into as well…
Friday’s final bell rang and both girls hit the bus and headed home. They got off the bus and headed towards their respective houses.
“Ok Tor, I’ll see you after dinner with the fam later and we can come up with a plan for next weekend”
“Sounds great!, see you later”
As Torrie arrived home, she still had about 3 ½ hours to herself and over the last few days hadn’t really had time to indulge in any pee play as she’s had tons of homework, but today, she didn’t really have much to do at all going into the weekend, so she was excited just to go home and rest up and get ready for tonight’s sleepover with Kay. Even though the girls had spent a lot of time together, it’s been quite a while since Kay has actually stayed overnight.
Torrie decided that she would wear the super tight grey leggings that she wore the other night when she had her little night time accident and what have become her favorite white cotton panties to pee in and took a little nap on the couch in her living room.
Torrie’s mom got home from work and woke Torrie up and was holding a pizza from their favorite local place. They ate, caught up on small talk and chit chatted about different things such as school and Torrie’s mom’s upcoming trip to AC.
“Mom, I know that this is the first time you are going to let me stay home by myself for the weekend when you go away next week, would you mind if Kay comes over on Friday after school and then I’m going to help her baby sit on Saturday night when her parents go to dinner. Would that be ok?”
“Sure, I think that would be ok, I’ll call Kay’s mom to make sure she is comfortable with it, but you girls have always been so responsible, I don’t think she will have much of an issue with it and you’ll be able to keep each other company and at least I’ll know you aren’t totally alone”.
After dinner was over, Torrie’s mom called Kay’s Mom and had a nice conversation about the weekend as Kay made her way over to Torrie’s house for the night. Kay’s mom agreed that she would be ok with it. Kay had arrived at the house while the two moms spoke and afterwards, Torrie’s mom mentioned to the girls that it looked like everything was good and they could spend the night and then Torrie would spend the next night helping babysit at Kay’s and she would be home around lunchtime on Sunday.
After chit chatting with Torrie’s mom for a while, both girls headed downstairs to their family room where they had a big screen TV, gaming tables, video games, Torrie’s dad’s bar and her dad’s old office was downstairs. Sometimes Torrie got sad, wondering what it would be like if her dad was still around, but she enjoyed the fun room that he had created and she spent a lot of time having fun down there. Torrie’s mom rarely spent time down there it made her far too sad to be amongst her husbands stuff, which on one had, Torrie knew they would have some time to play around and talk about next weekend, and Torrie’s mom would likely be turning in for bed around 9:30, so they would far outlast her in terms of staying awake and Torrie was very refreshed from her nap.
“I took a nice long Nap Kay, so I’m feeling pretty good”
“Me too! I feel so much better. I spoke to Katie today about coming over next weekend, saying we wanted to have a little soccer reunion get together, and she thought it would be a fun idea. Lizzie came by in the middle of the conversation and said that she would be in too, I hope you don’t mind, I do really like her, she’s a lot of fun, and she’s really hot”
“That’s cool with me, I like her a lot and she is really pretty, I love her long hair, it’s so pretty, I spoke to little Niki and she’s totally on board and I also mentioned it to Alyssa and she said she’s in also. So that makes 6 of us total, we will keep it there or it will start getting out of control”
“Agreed, we still have to make sure that they don’t tell their parents that your mom won’t be home or they might not be able to stay over”.
“Yeah, I think we will be ok, Niki said her mom won’t care at all and won’t say anything anyway and Alyssa’s mom is going out of town and she said her dad pretty much lets her do whatever”
“Cool, pretty much got the same with Katie and Lizzie, and Katie’s mom is a total Hippie anyway and totally lets Katie do anything she wants and Lizzie’s told her mom that she will be with Katie, so I think we are all good”
“Awesome, that sounds good”
Kay and Torrie spent the next hour or so texting with the group on the plan and everyone had confirmed with their parents that next week they would be good and it was all arranged. The girls were all excited as they hadn’t had a good old fashion slumber party in ages and were all looking forward to it. After all, it was a pretty small little town, and most of the girls had known each other for as long as they could remember and were all friendly with each other all the time. Boys had not really gotten into the picture for most of the girls yet, but Kay and Torrie figured they might get some scoops on any new crushes and if anyone was actually dating or not and such, however, it was not uncommon and not uncommon for there to be an unusual amount of girls ending up with girls and guys with guys in this little sleepy shore town. There was an unusual ratio of it in fact… but no one seemed to care, everyone was happy. In fact, Lizzie had 2 moms.
Once plans were set, the girls were totally psyched about next weekend. They started to set up the basement fun room the way they wanted, Torrie’s mom was going to leave her some money to do a food delivery on Friday for herself, and she had a stash of savings to get stuff for the girls to snack on and such as they planned what they wanted from their favorite pizza place to be delivered. The girls figured that they would spend most of the evening down here with the girls as it was a huge area, they had a huge 3 part sectional couch that was just the most comfortable thing ever, it was leather, but amazingly soft. They had the big 72 inch TV, a pool table, a ping pong table, a few arcade games, a surround sound music system, cool lighting, it was definitely set up to be a family entertainment area that was sorely underutilized these days. Nice hardwood flooring throughout finished off the super cool room that had nice soft throw carpets spread in different areas as well. They had Torrie’s room and figured her and Kay would stay up there, they had 2 guest bedrooms and figured that they could have pairs in both of those rooms or singles and 2 girls could sleep on the couches in the basement, whatever everybody was comfortable with, or who knows, there were 2 large air mattresses in the closet from when Torrie’s dad went camping, so they could even all hang in the basement.
Now that everything was set, it was getting late and the girls had been working so hard on everything, Torrie looked to Kay and said, I have to pee, what about you Kay?
“Yeah, I definitely have to go too now that you mention it, what time is it?”
“It’s about 12:30am already, damn, where did time go…”
“Shit, I didn’t even realize it, usually I’m ready for bed, but I’m so amped up right now, I’m wide awake, but definitely could use a pee and some rest.”
“You want to watch a movie or anything Kay? Or you want to head upstairs to bed, I can get the air mattress out for you, you can sleep in one of the guest rooms, or...I mean….the bed is queen sized, there’s more than enough room for you if you want to just hang with me…”
“Cool with me, I can hang with you.” As Kay walked around the basement, she looked over at the beautiful bar over in the corner of the room. “Tor, we can use the bar area for all the food and such. Have you ever…”
“What’s that Kay?”
“Tried alcohol?”
“Yeah, I’ve tried some of my mom’s wine before, it’s ok, not my favorite thing, but she’s let me sip a title to taste it as I was curious about it, what about you?”
“No, but I know some of the girls have drank already, Katie’s older sister who’s in college apparently bought alcohol for Katie and some girls before, at least that’s what Katie claims”
“I’m not surprised there, definitely quite the liberal family they have”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, have you ever taken a look back here...behind the bar”
“I mean, yeah, I live here, there’s a ton of stuff back there, probably 50 different bottles of stuff, but my mom doesn’t really drink any of that stuff, she mostly just likes wine and occasionally she’ll have a beer, that stuff kind of just sits there.”
“Let’s just take a look at what’s back here”
“Ok, why not”
The girls went back behind the huge mahogany wooden bar that had several shelves full of every single alcohol you could possibly imagine, all neatly organized in groups, about 10 different vodkas, many with fruit flavors, a couple plain ones, some totally unopened, some with varying states of use. There was a section of tequilas, about 6 different ones, darker bottles that were labeled with scotch, whiskey, bourbon, but they all looked the same to the girls, they wondered what the difference was. There were tons of fun flavored looking ones, chocolate, coffee, rum, mint liquors, it was just insane the amount of different things behind the bar.
“Torrie, we have to taste one of these chocolate ones”
“Chocolate?? Yeah, I would be in for a taste, but just a little”
They cracked open the bottle, Kay took the first sip...Umm, that’s pretty good, a little burn in my throat, but it’s chocolate alright. Torrie took the next sip. Yeah, that’s pretty good. What do you think all these bourbon and scotch things taste like as Kay grabbed a bottle with a cool look looking figure on it. Johnnie Walker… Let’s see as she cracked it open. She took a sip and almost choked and coughed… nice… as her face turned red….damn, that’s a little strong, I can’t breath….as she choked.. “way to big of a first sip”. The girls were laughing hysterically as Kay choked on the scotch…
All of the sudden, Kay panicked a little as she realized her black leggings had a pretty sizeable wet spot in them…”Shit, I totally peed for a second there Tor, I’m so wet”
“Torrie looked down to see a nice wet spot formed on Kay’s black cotton leggings, you sure did Kay as she laughed”.
“Ok, you try something”
“Ok, I’m going to try this orange Vodka”. Same result, it was pretty strong, causing some coughing and choking…”
The girls rifled through a few other sips of some different things, they probably tried small sips of about 6 different things, not much, but enough that both girls really couldn’t wait to pee any more, Kay’s wet spot was starting to get cold now and a little uncomfortable. “Ok Tor, here’s the last challenge...We are going to both try this Tequila...as she grabbed two glasses from the bar, she poured a rather large gulp, almost 2 mouthfuls into the cup… first one to finish wins!”
“What’s the prize?” Torrie asked curiously…
“Ummm, if...whoever finishes first, doesn’t have to do the laundry from our adventures…” as Kay quickly picked up the glass and started to gulp…. Torrie quickly caught on to Kay’s cheating, Kay took a huge sip and another, and one more and got it down before Torrie got half way through…
“You lose laundry bitch”
“Haha fucking cheater, oh well, it’s just laundry”
“Finish up”
“Torrie choked back the last couple sips and coughed again”
Both girls faces were burning red from the liquor, not realizing that their bodies weren’t really ready for alcohol that quick and all the small sipping had added up and both girls started to feel kind of funny….
“Kay...I think...I’m feeling a bit tipsy…” as she laughed and all of the sudden a sharp jet of pee darted into Torrie’s tight grey leggings… Shit, I just peed a little
“Kay immediately went over to Torrie and leaned her huge breasts into Torrie’s body and grabbed Torrie’s but with both hands and pressed her lips to Torrie’s mouth and started to kiss her. Torrie a little caught off guard pulled away quick…
“I’m sorry Tor, was that too far, I mean, I know we’ve been playing, but I guess the alcohol… I just don’t know what came over me, I’m so embarrassed, I just…”
“No, Kay, its’ fine, I just…. was caught off guard a little, I didn’t really expect that” as both girls stood still embracing each other.
“Ok, I won’t…” and Torrie placed her hands over Kays huge tits and felt the nipples exploding from her shirt… she leaned back in and gave Kay a kiss also. They both weren’t quite sure what to do, neither had really had a make out kiss with a girl or a boy before, but they fumbled through it a little, gently touching tongues and making noises.. as the girls stood there, Torrie was really feeling light headed from the alcohol and so was Kay, both girls shuffled over to the large sofa and plopped down in a heap, laughing as they crashed like a car accident on the coach.
Both girls laughed hysterically and realized that they probably had a little bit to much sampling…
“Kay, it’s late, we have to quiet down, as Torrie slurred her words”
“Whispering very loudly….Kay said OK, I’ll keep it down”
“Kay quickly grabbed Torrie’s hand and slid it on her crotch and begin to push out a large hissing pee and quickly stopped, but it was enough that there was a wet patch that ran down the leather in different directions, and down the front to the floor. Torrie rubbed it furiously and realized that Kay had peed on the couch. Wait, don’t pee on the couch she laughed. “What’s the difference, it’s leather, we can wipe it up”
“It can still get into the leather”
“Fine, as Kay awkwardly slid onto the ground, bobbing her head a little bit from the drunk ness, she sat on the floor and pulled her legs toward her chest and began to let go… Torrie could hear the pee rushing out and watched as it almost shot through Kay’s crotch, running down her ass and all over the floor…
“Torrie grabbed Kay by the arms and pulled her forward away from the couch so the pee puddle didn’t go under the couch...Kay was now laughing and laying on her stomach and peeing uncontrollably in her pants as the pee started to form all around her front, she was dead weight. Kay could feel the pee running up her stomach up to her huge boobs that almost propped her up a bit from the ground. “I can’t stop Torrie, I’m soaked, it’s up my boobs, but I fucking love it”
“You love rolling in your pee..” Torrie laughed..
“It feels so good, I don’t know why, this is the worst habit, it’s all your fault she laughed, as her pee stream still seemed to be coming and going. There was now a huge puddle and Kay’s light grey hoodie was totally soaked up the front her and dripping with pee.
“Get me out of this thing Tor” as Kay pulled the sweatshirt up over her head, she got it stuck and pee was right in her face now..
Torrie was holding her mouth with both hands trying not to laugh out loud at Kay’s predicament. “Torrie, come on, I’m stuck in my pee” she slurred and wined…Torrie gasping to try to breath from laughing started to feel a lovely warm feeling start to run down both of her legs and shoot right up her ass as she knelt in front of Kay…”I’m peeing...I’m peeeeeeeeinnnng” she gasped almost incoherent as she was laughing ...I’m peeing…. Kay still stuck because of the wet sweatshirt fell back, and rolled more in the pee puddle, kicking her legs, she finally wriggled out of the sweatshirt with no help from Torrie who sat still laughing with pee running down her legs, the wasn’t a dry spot on the tight grey leggings at this point. Kay slid over with her boobs and wet bra, through the pee puddle and slammed her large breasts into Torrie’s face…
“I can’t breath Kay, as she laughed more”
“Haha, that’s what you get as Kay then laid on top of Torrie and begin to rub her body against Torrie’s up and down, pressing her crotch against Torrie’s. She squeezed out more pee and Torrie felt another jet of warmth run over her front side, not realizing that it wasn’t her pee, but Kay’s, but she didn’t care at this point. Both girls were pretty hammered from the liquor and made out feverishly, sticking their hands down each other’s wet leggings. Finally the leggings both came off, Torre’s shirt came off, bra’s came off and both girls were just in see through white panties that you could see everything under them, both were totally transparent and wet… Kay felt Torrie’s butt and slid her hand towards Torrie’s crotch from the back side as she pulled Torrie’s panties up tight to expose Torrie’s amazing title pussy that was swollen with excitement…Kay’s pussy lips were also throbbing and swollen. Kay’s nipples go rock hard and her pussy lips got really puffy when she was horny, and she had more of the puffy vagina lips that hung down a little by and , it was easy for Torrie to see when Kay was horny. Torrie on the other hand had more of that little classic tulip shaped pussy, that exposed her little clit like a little budding flower. Both girls pussy’s looked amazing from behind when they were bent over and you could see them hang from the dripping wet panties. Kay rubbed Torrie’s pussy from behind and felt Torrie let out another wave of warm pee on her hand all the time Torrie was doing the tell tale shallow breaths and slight moans…”harder she whispered”. Kay found the sweet spot of the clit and really went to town. And all of the sudden Torrie slammed both hands onto her mouth to hold in the scream and just started to shudder and slumped down into the ground, shivering again as her body pulsed from the wave of euphoria from the orgasm… as she lay on the ground in ecstasy, another last dribble of pee came out, warming her see through panties and her beautiful shaved tulip shaped pussy.
Kay wasn’t going to wait for Torrie’s recovery, she just started to rub her own pussy, slid her wet panties to the side, and put two fingers into her pussy and furiously took them in and out and within seconds she finished off herself…
Both girls were starting to come around now and while they were both still pretty tipsy from the alcohol, realized they had a huge mess to clean up.
They gathered everything and got cleaned up as best they could, made sure the bar was put back neatly so no one would know, even though Torrie’s mom never went down there… They gathered their clothes and some towels they used to clean the floor and put everything into the wash upstairs and turned it on and they went upstairs to bed.
The girls woke up in the morning, feeling a bit foggy from the drinking, so they both gulped down large waters and started to feel a little bit better… had some breakfast with Torrie’s mom…
Girls, did you guys do laundry last night?? Shit Torrie thought, how can I explain this…”um, yeah, we were watching a movie and I went to grab the soda and it slipped out of my hand, hit the ground and sprayed all over both of us, so we through our stuff in the wash so they didn’t get stained…”. Ohh, ok, because you never put the in the drier, I put them in for you, because I wanted to do some laundry. Ok, I’m heading to the grocery store...I’ll see you girls later”
“Damn Torrie, quick thinking….”
“Haha, thanks, that was a close one, we have to be careful or we are going to get caught”
The girls decided they would take a bike ride down to the boardwalk and have a day a the beach and off they went…
The next chapter should be a fun one... I have so many ideas for it, it might have to be a multi part, or it will be one long one.. I’ll see... I write them off here and paste them in, so I’ll see how much time I have to write to be able to tell the full tale of all the fun things that will happen at the slumber party....but no more teasing...until next time! |
The Pre-Party... so you can get a good visual of the girls... I’m just starting the sleepover itself, it will likely be a longer chapter, maybe split into parts, but I’m really looking forward to writing it!
The week was moving along at a good clip. Kay and Torrie and the girls were getting excited about the weekend. The weather was going to be pretty crappy on Friday and into the night, lots of rain and storms coming up the coast, so it wouldn’t be so bad to be inside.
Wednesday night before the party, Torrie was turning in for the night. She made a quick stop at her laptop, checked Facebook and Instagram, leafing through some pictures and posts from the girls that would be coming over this weekend. She admired several pictures of the very tan, pretty Katie with a perfect body and her little navel piercing, sexy bikinis that showed her but cheeks off amazingly.
Next onto “little” Niki, the just 5 foot tall girl with very light brown hair, almost bordering a dirty blonde that she often wore pulled back and in a perfect little pony tail that seemed to wag and bob like a happy puppy every time she saw you and talked to you, she was always happy and perky, never seemed to have a bad day, it was remarkable. She was a little powerhouse of an athlete, a runner, soccer player, softball player, she did it all. Just about as rock solid of a body that you could imagine. She also looked amazing in all of her bikini shots on Instagram and she loved posting selfies and also had a navel piercing (it’s a beach thing). She also had really nice, perfectly round and perky boobs for a girl of only 5 ft and about 90lbs soaking wet...pun intended…
Alyssa...another carefully invited choice of Torrie’s liking… A little bit quiet, took her awhile to used to people. Tall for a girl, about 6’1”, soccer goalie and basketball player, she had long legs and was the tallest girl in school. Because she was tall, she was sometimes shy in social settings, feeling a bit awkward around everyone, but she was an amazing athlete. A brunette that liked to sometimes get reddish highlights. She was athletically built and not awkwardly skinny like most tall girls. She also looked amazing in bikinis, but often covered herself up with with a wrap in pictures. She had perfectly proportioned breasts and in the few pictures she wasn’t covered, looked like she had a puffy looking pussy that her bathing suites and shorts seemed to like to ride up into and made it look like a nice mound. Torrie really wanted to see her naked, she was just fascinated by her Amazonian stature and pretty face.
Finally, Lizzie, who had the most amazingly soft and pretty face, with incredibly long dirty blonde hair that she often accentuated with more blonde highlights that went a little more than halfway down her back. Lizzie was about 5’5”, skinny with perfectly round boobs, an amazing ass and two long slender legs with the most amazing thigh gap in the school that looked amazing when she wore her tight little leggings that left very little to the imagination of what was under them… bikinis, forget about it, she looked amazing. Honestly, she made anything she wore look amazing, it was almost uncanny how pure and goddess like that she looked every day and never wore a bit of makeup or anything. Her most amazing outfits were tight jeans in the winter and little tiny jean shorts of many colors in the summers.
All the looking at pictures of the girls was starting to get Torrie a little horny as she felt a nice little tingle in her crotch. As she continued looking at some other pictures, she just instinctively clicked onto her favorite omo.org website to check out some of the real life experience posts, she loved them as they often contained videos and pictures. Subconsciously, she had started just rubbing her crotch as she sat in her leather desk chair with her tiny grey cotton shorts with white panties underneath that pretty much would show if she spread her legs ever so slightly. She was feeling a little naughty and figured there would be no harm in just letting out a tiny dribble of pee to moisten her crotch a little bit. She relaxed slightly and pushed a little bit of pee into her panties that instantly turned them see through and yellow. Not much was into the shorts, even though they were tight, they were a little thicker. It felt so warm and amazing as she rubbed a little harder. She decided to consciously let out another spurt as she felt like she wanted a bit more… Another spurt came out in warm wet fashion against her pussy lips and running down her but drenching her white panties. There was now a dark visible wet spot on her little grey shorts.
Still rubbing, she peed some more, this time making a bigger wet spot that now was soaking down to her but and created a little run off on her chair and made a little drip on the floor. She quickly jumped up and grabbed a dirty towel from the laundry and inspected her cute little ass in the mirror, showing a sexy little wet patch. She pulled her pants down and inspected her now yellowing panties that were wet down her but and halfway up her front from sitting.
Back to her chair, she sat there, imagining she was at school and possibly having an accident in class and how naughty she would be. She spread her legs wide, letting her white panties peak on both sides from her grey shorts, which you could now make out were see through and filled with yellow pee. Imagining that the boys...or girls… in class might be peeking at her panties and loving what they saw…
More hot pee begin to flow over her crotch and down to her ass in a steady stream… it was really wet now and she was sitting in a wet puddle and pee ran down the back of her hamstrings, dripped on her calves and onto the floor. It felt amazing… Her cheeks were flushed, even though she was by herself, she was breathing very heavy now as she took a pen from her desk and jammed it into the outside of her wet panties up against her clit and moved it around furiously. Next the hand went down in he shorts and her fingers entered her wet slippery pussy and her thumb rubbed her clit at the same time. While she was fingering herself, she pushed some more pee out to get her fingers a little more slippery. Pee jetted out and soaked her front and back.
She fingered more and more. She just couldn’t stop, she was about to explode, and all of the sudden, the familiar shudder of ecstasy and warmth came over her entire body and she had the most intense amazing feeling in her pussy and then she got caught by surprised, she kept rubbing as she still had some engergy to this orgasm… all of the sudden another euphoric wave of pleasure hit her and a hot jet of pee seemed to squirt out from her pussy, she continued rubbing, another orgasm hit her to the point that she moaned out loud and peed again shooting pee all over the floor, finally her body collapsed into the chair, exhausted and wet, she squeezed out whatever remaining pee she thought she had. Not much, but enough that it made her pussy tingle as it came out. The wet panties and shorts were making her pussy feel so sensitive, she had to stand up.
She cleaned up her mess and decided to snap some pictures of her see through yellow panties from the front and the back. She then sent them over to Kay… “hope your night was as fun as mine”.
“Damn girl, that was the hottest picture I have seen… I want to touch your butt so bad right now Tor… I’ll be right over….lol”
“Wait...really???”
“No, I’m just kidding, it’s like midnight, I can’t just come out lol”
“Ohh, lol, I thought you were serious...I’m a little slow”
“Yeah...well….”
Kay decided to take a picture of her tight camel toe in her light blue shorts with her amazing cleavage and hard nipples and send it over to Torrie…
“Pee for me…” as Torrie was still in her tight wet panties and started feeling horny already again…
“Nah, I can’t tonight Tor, I have to get to sleep and I don’t feel like getting cleaned up and shit”.
“Party pooper…”
Kay thought, well, I won’t disappoint her. She went into the bathroom and pulled her light blue shorts down and revealed some nice light blue panties. She sat down on the toilet and pushed out some pee, she didn’t have much as she had just gone about 45 minutes ago, but it was enough to make her crotch nice and wet and run down her ass, wetting both cheeks nicely. Little droplets of pee still dropped out of her panties and as she stood up, it ran down her legs a little as she walked over to the mirror...snap and texted…”here you biatch...How’s that!”
“Damn girl, that’s hot, I was just teasing, you didn’t really have to pee LOL”
“OHH, you little twat….LOL… I love you”
“Good night…”. Torrie took her phone into the bathroom, and finished herself off one more time to Kay’s wet pictures and headed to bed…
Kay’s panties were wet, but not overly soaked, so she squeezed as much pee out as she could and decided to just put her shorts back on and go to sleep in her wet panties…. |
The Sleepover Part 1
Finally the day of the sleepover had arrived. It was a, windy, rainy early fall day, as Kay and Torrie got off the bus, they both hurried home to get out of the rain. Torrie’s mom had left earlier in the morning for her convention, so she was able to just chill and get everything in order before everyone started to arrive.
Everyone was set to arrive around 6. Kay arrived at Torrie’s a bit earlier to make sure everything was set and to see if Torrie needed any help with anything.
Niki, Katie, and Alyssa all arrived together driven by Katie’s Mom from soccer practice, since the weather was crappy, they all got together in the school’s large indoor sports facility that held larger events such as wrestling, basketball, the schoo’s graduation and lots of other larger community events. The girls grabbed their bags and quickly ran inside out of the pouring rain, hit the front porch and rang the doorbell.
Torrie greeted the 3 girls at the door, waived to Katie’s mom and away she went. The girls all exchanged hugs and exclaimed how happy they all were to see each other. The girls were dressed in their soccer warm ups and figured they would all go get changed. Lizzie arrived minutes later ringing the doorbell, dressed in some nice tight light blue jeans that showed off every curve of her perfect body with a somewhat shiny sleeveless shirt that had a large v-neck cut that showed off her cleavage and was loose to the point that her bra peeked out a little. The shirt made her look like she had larger boobs than she did...well probably her bra helped with that, but she looked amazing. She chuckled as she came in…”damn girls, I am a little bit over dressed”.
“Well, we all just came straight from indoor practice, so we didn’t change out of our warm ups yet, we are going to slip into some other clothes” Katie said, taking charge of Niki and Alyssa, “let’s go get ready for some fun bitches”...she teased.
Torrie asked the girls if they wanted to all use guest rooms to change…
“Nah, we will just change downstairs, we don’t care, we spend enough time with each other in the locker room, nothing we haven’t seen before” Niki quipped
“Ok, let’s go then girls, to my basement of fun”
Kay was wearing a tight fitting long sleeve white T that had a hood on it, that showed off the name of their beach town with a cool sunset scene on it and a cute little pair of shiny tight orange LuLu lemon shorts that matched the sunset scene of her shirt and showed off her curvy butt and pulled tightly up to her crotch and showed her nice little visible panty line. When she got to Torrie’s she grabbed the panties that she brought that just hugged her womanly parts just barely enough and maybe just a little too much when she started to get really horny, which she was already getting worked up.
Torrie had on a pair of little pink cotton Nike shorts that were skin tight, and showed every bit of her butt and the outline of her pussy. They were short, just extending down to the start of her smooth inner thighs, a pair of very light and tight pink cotton panties, and a skin tight white tank top.
When the girls got downstairs, Katie, Alyssa,and Niki all pulled some comfortable stuff out of their bag. Niki pulled down her warm ups exposing some cute little white panties with her tight little ass cheeks hanging out of them as they ran up her butt crack, she gently pulled them out to cover her butt a little more. In fact, all the girls had white panties because their soccer shorts and warm ups were white, so they wore white spandex shorts under them with white panties for every practice or game. She pulled out a navy shirt with a sea gull on it. The Gulls, the school mascot… adorned the front. Next came out a cute pair of little white cotton shorts that when she pulled them up hugged her ass perfectly and created a cute little triangle shape around her pussy as they pulled in snug towards her crotch as if she just tucked her pussy into a nice snug little package.
Katie had on a white thong that showed her perfectly tanned ass, not a tan line on her entire body and she had an amazing golden brown tan.
“How are you so perfectly Tan???” Kay asked….
“Tanning salon my dear...you just go in naked and everything comes out Tan, first time I ever did it, I burned my nips” the girls erupted in laughter”
Katie showed off her rock solid six pack and cute pierced belly button, off came her bra that briefly exposed her perfect tight perky boobs with perfect nipples, and she slipped on a tight strappy black shirt that showed off her belly ring. She pulled out a little pair of silky white satin looking shorts that were snug to her but, but loose around her crotch area and as she was bending down at her bag, Kay was staring at Katies panties peaking out the side and her thong sticking up a little out the back.
At the same time Alyssa had on some snug fitting bootie panties that were a little more like shorts and were smooth and shiny, she showed her long muscular athletic legs, she pulled on a skin tight pair of Sky blue leggings that clung to her like a second skin. She was of course statuesque with her 6 foot tall, perfect frame. Even though she was a beauty, she never felt confident, she always felt like she was too big and that everyone stared at her, but she was gorgeous, but her height made her a little bit self conscious when she wasn’t around her teammates in sports. She pulled on a loose fitting white tank that you could see through the sides of the arms that slipped that on over a cute blue sports bra that matched her leggings.
Niki happened to look over at Kay who’s nipples were popping out of her shirt as she watched the girls getting changed and re-dressed. “Damn Kay… is it cold in here for you…”
Kay’s face went red and flushed warm…”you know me and my big old boobs, always showing the goods” she tried joking…
“What if I had your boobs on my body.” Niki asked…
“Hmm, well, you probably wouldn’t be able to walk, you would fall forward and bounce off the ground” Kay joked as all the girls roared again picturing Niki bouncing around with boobs that were as big as her head…
“Give us a flash Kay, let’s see those mama’s” Niki quipped with a sneaky grin on her face…
“Oh, it’s going to be one of those parties” Katie laughed…
“You never know….” Niki laughed
“Show em Kay” Torrie egged on..
Without even thinking, Kay just whipped up her shirt and and showed her boobs that were popping out of her bra that she could never get quite the right size of…
“Damn girl” Niki exclaimed… I’m going to come over and motor boat those big boobs and she ran over and jokingly jammed her face into Kay’s chest as Kay pulled her shirt back at the same time… both of the girls laughed hysterically
Alyssa just hung out and observed, giggling at the ice breaking small talk going on… “Why so quiet Lyss? Lizzie asked
“Oh, you know me, I’m not as fun as all of you…”
“Lyss, you are the best, don’t sell yourself short, your so beautiful and so tall, I wish I was as tall as you” little 5 foot Niki exclaimed. “I’m a full fucking foot shorter than you” I would kill to borrow 6 inches from you!”
“You can have it...I’m so awkward compared to everyone else”
“Stop” Lizzie exclaimed..You are so fucking beautiful, you intimidate people with your beauty…”
“Sure, thanks for trying to make me feel better… but…”
All the girls ran over and grabbed her and gave her a huge group hug...Niki playfully grabbed two handfuls of Alysa’s butt and gave her a little pinch… and Alyssa felt much better with her girls…
“I….love you guys….as she had a tear in her eye….”
Ok, enough being sappy bitches...Katie exclaimed….The doorbell rang and the delivery that Torrie ordered had shown up. The girls ran upstairs and grabbed the food, paid the awkward nerdy delivery boy who did nothing but stare at the hot girls wishing that he was part of the party.
There was pizza, wings, mozzarella sticks, nachos, and breadsticks, and a salad for Alyssa who always ate healthy, and Torrie remembered to make sure she had something to make her friend comfortable…. As they laid out all the food, Lizzie pulled a 6 pack of beer out of her bag and put it on the table… She had a 22 year old sister that was living at home as she was still looking for a full time job after college… I brought us some fun, enough for 2 each...My sister dropped me off, so I asked her to stop at the liquor store before we got here.
“Umm, that’s ok” said Alyssa, “you know me… I don’t….”
“Shut up as Lizzie handed her an open bud light bottle...it’s light beer and you need to loosen up and have some fun for a change… stop being so damn uptight…
“Well….I...never drank alcohol before….Is it good?”
“Umm, it’s the king of beers girl…of course it’s good” Lizzie joked and passed a bottle to each girl…”cheers to everyone…to good friends and to hope we don’t wait this long to all hang out again.
The sleep over was now kicked off….
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The Sleep Over Part 2
Alyssa reluctantly took a sip of the beer and kind of liked the taste of it. Ok, it’s not so bad, it’s pretty good actually... Alyssa grabbed a slice of pizza to the amazement of the other girls and chomped it down and swigged some more beer....”what, you guys told me to loosen up...”
The girls all chuckled and started doing the same. Sipping away at their beers and eating pizza and snacks, making small talk about some minor school drama, the girls all sat on the large soft leather sofa. Katie sat with her legs spread open, almost constantly flashing the other girls her tiny white thong covered pussy.
“Torrie and Kay, have you guys ever drank before asked Lizzie”.
“Well, we sometimes drink the hard stuff”
”really?” Katie’s ears perked up...”you have any vodka?”
”Sure, we have tons of stuff behind the bar...” Pretending to be a drinking expert, when her and Kay had only just tasted it for the first time a week ago.
”Nice, we’re going to have to break that out. You have some Tea or Lemonade or something to mix it with, it’s better that way”
”Yeah, we have half and half tea, lemonade, raspberry lemonade, we’ve got some good mixers, right Kay?”
“Yeah, I’ll run up and grab it for us” Kay ran upstairs and came back with a bag filled with half gallon bottle of each from the upstairs fridge”
”Ok, you guys are the bartenders” we can break that out after we finish up our beers”
”Perfect” Torrie said...
All the girls finished their first beers and begin to crack open their last beer and they stared in amazement as Lyss quickly downed about half of the second beer quite quickly...”what, I’m thirsty.. the pizza is salty” she laughed. About 15 minutes later they finished their 2nd beers and noticed that everyone was pretty happy, they were cranking some music and singing... and laughing... Kay noticed that Niki was crossing her legs and bobbing her leg up and down, almost moving her little tight pussy lips along with every bounce through her shorts. Sensing this was her time to pounce...
”Let’s play a little game” Kay exclaimed.
“Ohhh, what kind of games Kay...” Katie exclaimed, giggling all cutely and innocently batting her eyes at Kay...
”Well, how about a little truth or dare...”
“I’m in...” Torrie exclaimed quickly
”Me too” said Katie
Lizzy, Niki, and Alyssa all agreed.
”Ok, I get to go first” Kay said. “Niki, truth or dare”.
“Truth”
”Have you ever... peed your pants by accident” She could clearly see Niki bouncing and bobbing
“Oh yeah, definitely...sometimes from laughing, sometimes when I’m playing soccer, I’ll just pop a squat and go, I pissed my bed once when I had too much to drink at Lizzie’s house, her sister got us fucked up... as she laughed” I have a little bit of a weak bladder... she laughed without a care..
Katie chimed in: “haha, me too, I always pee a little when I laugh...don’t feel bad girl...”
Kay instantly started to get excited, out game the high beams again... as she almost couldn’t believe how freely Niki was spilling her pee escapades... gut she figured the beer was catching up to her tiny little frame much quicker than all the other girls and Katie just offering it up without even being asked
Torrie quickly chimed up next... “Katie, truth or dare”
“DARE as she batted her eyes... at Torrie”
“I Dare you to take a big shot of this tequila”
“Let me have it!”
Torrie poured her what amounted to about 2 large shots, not knowing much about how to pour a shot and she used far to big of a glass.
”Damn, are you trying to get me hammered” she laughed.... I guess I have to do it. She grabbed the glass and after the first big gulp she sipped she choked and started coughing, some of the tequila dripped out of the side of her mouth and onto her boobs on her shirt...The girls were all yelling chug, chug, chug, chug... She managed to get the rest down, feeling flushed and hot... she was choking again from the hot liquor down her throat... As she coughed again, she was jamming her hands into her crotch trying avoid squeezing a big pee out as she was a bit full from the 2 beers she drank... As she finally calmed down, she pulled her hands out of her crotch and there was noticeable wet spot that had formed on her silky white shorts... “SEE, I told you, laugh, cough, I might PEE!”
”Speaking of pee” Alyssa asked shyly... “ where’s the bathroom?”
“Wait, before you go, it’s your turn, truth or dare... Katie asked Lyss”
“Umm, can’t it wait a minute, I’ll be right back”
”Torrie, you keep quiet...Ok, You’e getting a Dare!... You have to finish that big glass of ice tea as the girls poured her a 20oz glass behind the bar and poured a lemon flavored vodka into, a couple oz’s, enough to that it would get her a little drunker, but she may not notice...”ok, give me the glass so I can drink it and go.” She started to take some sips and realized that her bladder was aching so bad and her stomach was so full from the beer that she didn’t know how much she was going to be able to get down. It tastes a little funny she thought, but she kept sipping, trying to get through it as quickly as she could, but it wasn’t going well, as she sat on her heal and pushed it hard into her pussy to try to hold her pee in, but not showing the other girls that she was incredibly desperate to go.
”Lizzie” Torrie asked.. truth or Dare... Truth... Have you ever....masturbated...?”
Lizzie’s face went red with embarrassment...not sure she wanted to admit it in front of all of the girls...
”Hey, come on, what’s said here, stays here, we’re all old friends” Torrie laughed...
”Ummm, yeah, I’ve masturbated before.....a few times here and there....”
Lizzie then asked Kay... Dare....
I dare you you to take off bra and show us your boobs...
”I already showed my boobs”
”no, without the bra...”
”ok, here you go” she unhooked her bra and instantly felt so much more comfortable and showed everyone her huge boobs...
Lyss still sat there quietly sipping her tea, really needing to pee more and more...”are your sure I can’t just take a quick pee?”
”nope, drink....”
Lyss was drunk from the beers and now the vodka in her drink, so she shook her head and complied.
“Torrie” Truth... have you ever watched porn....”yeah, I’ve watched it on the internet”
“ohh, what kind Katie asked curiously...” girl on girl??? She giggled” Torrie was definitely getting a drunk vibe from Katie that she was pretty much up for anything and looking to hook up with someone tonight and she was trying to feel out the room herself... “I’ve watched some girl on girl stuff...I watched some girls....pee in their pants....she let the test balloon out...”
”Really...Katie said curiously...” have you ever made out with a girl....?” Kay almost spit out her drink...Torrie just sat there kind of thinking how to answer....
”So you HAVE!.. WHO, tell us now”
“wait, that’s two questions....”
“Fuck it, game over”
”Ohh, then can I go to the bathroom now lyss said excitedly....” “NO all the girls laughed...Lyss muddled under her breath...ok, you’ll be sorry when I just pee right here on the floor”
That didn’t slip by Kay... “Ok, well if you can’t finish your drink first, then...just pee...it’s ok... we’ll wash your clothes for you later...”
“NO, I can’t just pee, that’s gross, I”m going to keep drinking, I’ll honor my dare”... she was only about halfway done and bouncing up and down like a rubber ball, and rubbing her legs together. She was embarrassed to physically hold her crotch in front of the other girls, so she kept enduring the pain...and it hurt....to the point that her eyes were starting to tear up a little, not that she was going to cry, she was just trying to hold so hard...
“Katie chimed in... yeah, it’s ok if you have to...PEEEEEEEEEEEEE...PISSSSSSSSSSSSSS, waterfalls are so nice.... oceans...”
All the girls laughed, but Lyss’ predicament was getting worse....
Niki was also now furiously bobbing up and down.... and was getting ready to get up when Kay said... Ok, Holding contest, the last one standing gets to....
Katie chimed in.... last one standing gets to make out with anyone of her choosing....
Woahhh, easy there Katie....Lizzie exclaimed....Are you wasted...
Maybe a little bit Katie said, so that’s why it’s ok... no one will know... remember what’s said at the party stays at the party....
Kay was like, brilliant, I can hold forever bitches, so you are all done....
So, Kay....then who would you make out with....Katie asked curiously....
Kay thought for a second....and joked, not wanting to look too eager or make her pee buddy Torrie feel weir since they’ve been playing with each other quite a bit...but they weren’t a couple or anything....just pee buddies that helped each other get off....that’s all...”all of you!”
Torrie thought, damn, that was kind of a brilliant answer...and she wasn’t jealous if Kay made out with anyone else, because she was going to win the contest!
Niki had sat back down... and Torrie handed all the girls different drinks as all the girls chose something and a flavored vodka...except lyss who still had to finish her drink, but Torrie poured more tea into her glass....”thanks Tor... she sighed”
Then Torrie exclaimed...No one has to worry, if anyone has an accident, I’ve got tons of clothes, and we have washers and driers, so drink up bitches....
About 5 minutes later, Niki was really jamming her hands into her little white shorts and was rocking furiously on the floor...and whimpering...I’m not going to make it...it’s coming...fuck....fuck...as she rocked back and forth on the floor, she suddenly froze in place and hot yellow pee quickly soaked the nice tight triangular package that was her pussy in her shorts and it was coming out full force...as she sat almost in ecstasy....her shorts were almost instantly see through....pee spread all up her backside and up the front, it was coming out everywhere... The other girls stared in amazement as Niki sat there just peeing full force in front of the rest of the girls...
All of the sudden, Lyss stood up quickly with her hands jammed into her crotch and tears streaming down her face from the pain of her bladder... she was about to latterly explode... she tried to take a step and was so tipsy from the alcohol, she bumped into the couch and slid to the floor... the girls all laughed....someone is toasted... all of the sudden, Alyssa’s crotch was glistening with a full stream of pee as she laid on her back on the floor with her legs slightly bent in front of her... pee soaking all down her butt and up the back of her tee shirt...she quickly realized what had happened... she just had a full blown accident... she started to cry a little bit, but the pee felt so good as her bladder continued to empty... the girls all sat there watching in amazement as they didn’t think anyone could have that much pee inside them... Alyssa’s ass was just covered in a river of pee, she tried to get up again, but slid over in her pee and rolled onto her side, still peeing with her ass facing the girls as it hissed out in full force....the girls watched as it now seemed to just run out towards her ass...
Katie, drunk and horny went over to comfort Alyssa and tried to help her sit up, but also put her hand on Lyss’ ass and felt the pee on her leggings that were now saturated across the top half and the backs. The only dry spot was her shins.... Katie instantly felt warm pee start to soak into her thong, drenching it instantly....”Fuck Lyss, you’re making me piss” Katie just stood there and spread her legs open and let it happen on purpose... her silky white shorts getting dark and clinging to her skin, the pee rolled down the fronts and backs of her legs feeling so warm and sticky.....
“Well, that was quick, 3 down, 3 to go” Kay exclaimed....She had to pee, but she had a bladder of steel and even with all the peeing, she was no so horny, she was really rocking on her foot to masturbate in front of the girls without masturbating through her little orange shorts that were now jammed into her pussy lips.... she could feel her panties getting damp, but that was from being horny...
Lizzie was still dressed in her skin tight jeans and sexy booby showing shirt....
Lyss was sitting up and Torrie had grabbed some towels for her and Katie and Niki to dry off their legs and wipe up the lake of pee that was on the basement floor...luckily it was tile, so it was easy to wipe up. Losers have to sit in their wet clothes until the game is over by the way... as Kay added another rule to the game on the fly...
Lyss kind of drunk just sat there staring at her wet pants saying...I peed....I peed my pants....I can’t believe I peed....Lizzie....I peed...
”yes lyss, I see you peed dear...I’m trying not to pee myself....”
The last 3 standing drank more and more of their drinks...
Torrie was about a 9 out of 10 and Lizzie was up to about 11 out of 10....Kay was still holding strong, she was blocking out her need to pee, which she was really good at, she would pee only when she wanted to pee!
“Katie begin to torment Lizzie by pouring liquids between cups, making pisssssssss noises....
Lizzie was walking around the room back and forth, trying to hold and figuring if she walked, that it wouldn’t want to come out...She felt a spurt shoot into her panties, warming her crotch....she froze...SHIT... Jeans are still good.... a few minutes and another warm spurt of pee soaked her smooth pussy...now it was starting to seep out to her jeans as a small wet spot showed.....She covered it with her hand so the girls didn’t see it... walking....another spurt... this time it was a little longer... and she didn’t realize at first that her jeans were so tight, the pee shot up her butt crack....when she turned around...Torrie shreaked.... you’re peeing!!!! You loose....
”not yet, I didn’t have a full accident yet, this doesn’t count....”
”Oh yes it does” Katie and Niki grabbed Lizzie on each side of her waste and started to tickle her mercilessly... Lizzy laughed and screamed, stop, it’s coming.... I can’t.... a huge hiss came out of her pussy and the pee seemed to almost instantly cover her ass, and run straight down both legs. Her awesome thigh gap made it look so sexy... she finally gave in and just let it happen... pee soaked her jeans all the way down both legs, mostly down the inside and the backs of her legs....”how is that possible that I peed behind me...” she laughed... After about 2 minutes, she finally stopped pissing and there wasn’t much dry left on the jeans....as they were totally stuck to her legs now...
Torrie and Kay gave each other the look and Torrie somewhat gave in and just stood up and said I can’t hold it anymore, I’m out... and she relaxed and pee started to pool up inside her tight little shorts and then made it’s way down her legs like a waterfall...She then thought...I’m going to show off a little and pulled her shorts down and let the pee fall into her shorts as the girls watched her panties just stream pee from her cute little pussy....They all stared as her cute little pink shorts were heavy and totally soaked and dripping with pee, her pink panties were see through, and you could see her entire pussy... Katie walked over and put her hand under Torrie’s pee stream, then pressed her hand up to Torrie’s crotch. The rest of the girls all started giggling... Katie is HORNY...Niki exclaimed.... Katie then made her way over to Niki and grabbed her at the butt and pulled her close and kissed her...Niki just let it happen.... she then walked over to Lizzie and put her hands on the insides of her wet legs and worked her way up Lizzie’s legs until she got to her pussy, she rubbed it gently through Lizzie’s wet jeans for a few minutes....Lizzie moaned gently... she then moved over to Kay...
Kay... You get to make out with anyone you want, but I just cheated and made out with everyone... what you are you going to do... Kay feeling naught, held Katie and brought her into her huge boobs. She moved Katie over to the couch and laid her down and put her hands up Katie’s shorts and rubbed her wet thong... She laid on top of her as all the girls were hooting and hollering and cheering them on... Kay laid on her and rubbed her breasts against Katie’s hard body... This is for cheating... Kay relaxed her bladder as their bodies rubbed together and Katie loudly moaned, almost making a show for the rest of the girls... The girls watched from behind as Kay’s pussy was almost exploding out of her little shiny orange shorts that were probably about a size too small for her... Her round little but cheeks were now showing out of her pants.... and the girls could see the pee glisten from behind...as it covered the front of Katie’s body... Katie’s pants now getting wet and warm all over again from Kay’s pee....Katie was loudly moaning and saying, I’m so naughty for cheating...this is my punishment... I’ll take it... she reached in front of her feeling Kay’s throbbing pussy lips as the pee streamed down and ran down her arms and onto her shirt.... Finally she stopped peeing and the girls continued kissing and feeling each other’s hot wet pussies...
While the girls were making out..Torrie said... well, this might go on for a while...as she laughed... Niki stood there and spread her legs and started to pee more into her already saturated white shorts rubbing her pussy while she watched the other girls making out...Torrie pulled niki’s shorts down exposing her panties and the pee running out from them.. both were quite wet and yellowed with pee...she leaned in with her hand on Niki’s crotch and started to rub Nik’s clit and slipping a finger into niki’s tight little pussy... Niki moaned loudly... and all of the sudden, felt her body shudder.... Lizzie stood in amazement as she just watched Torrie give Niki a knee bending orgasm...Niki slouched to the floor in her puddle of pee and shuddered....What the fuck was that Tor...I’ve never... ever... felt that before.... that was...fucking amazing...how did you do that?????????
”I guess I have the magic touch....I made Kay orgasm too....?
Ohhhhhhh, so you guys make out Lizzie asked curiously.....
“Ummm, just like once when were drunk...”
“Kay yelled, we make out... and it’s glorious”
”Lizzie asked Torrie timidly... can you...do that to me???”
Torrie walked over and started to feel Lizzie’s pussy over her wet jeans...getting her worked up.. she unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them down and saw Lizzie’s see through panties... she slipped her hand down her wet panties and started to do the same technique on Lizzie’s pussy, in about 3 minutes, Lizzie was getting this feeling like she was going to explode.... Tor, Wait...Torrie kept going.. I think I might pee.... quite Lizzie.... just let it happen and all of the sudden, the explosion of euphoria hit Lizzie’s body as she arched her chest back and moaned... and shuddered and almost fell back... she stood with her legs wide open and just relaxed and let more warm pee soak her crotch and her perfect little pussy... it streamed into her half pulled down jeans and pooled in the middle.... it stopped and Torrie pulled Lizzie’s jeans up and the pee ran down the legs and pushed up into her wet pussy... “holy fuck that was amazing”
The entire time Lyss just sat watching everything. Torrie came up behind Kay and started rubbing Kay’s wet pussy from behind....finding the clit and giving Kay an instant orgasm......Torrie was the orgasm whisperer....
She realized a very drunk Lyss was just sitting there... and Torrie and Niki and Lizzie went over to her as Katie and Kay continued to make out and caress each other on the couch, kissing and fingering each other, moaning and screeching....
The girls picked Lyss up and Lyss said, can...I try to do what just happened... she said in a funny drunk way....Niki stood on the couch and took Lyss’ shirt off and exposed her cute sports bra...and little perking nipples on her nice breasts... Niki standing on the couch pulled the bra down exposing her boobs and she started to caress them....Lizzie came from behind and started rubbing Alyssa’s wet ass and pulled her leggings down exposing her totally soaked see through wet white boy shorts....p
Torrie came in from underneath and begin to rub Lyss’ pussy.... almost instantly, she could feel warm pee flowing from Lyss’ pussy... sorry...I have to go...Don’t stop it...it’s better that way....Torrie went to town... getting 3 fingers into Alyssa’s pussy with no problem...Hmm she thought... She found her clit while she was fingering her and decided to put her mouth on it and start to suck it and lick it... it was salty from the pee that smelled a little like beer, but did’t taste too bad...Torrie sucked a little pee from Alyssa’s panties... Hmmm, this is interesting.... After all 3 girls felt Alyssa up and had her pretty much Naked in the room, they gave her the most amazing and he first orgasm.... |
The Sleep Over Part 3
After all the girls peed, sucked and finger fucked each other for about an hour... they were all pretty drunk, wet and dirty, so they all figured it was best to clean up a little bit, but they would come back down in the morning and all do a good deep cleaning and mop the floors etc....
Torrie took everyone’s pissy clothes and put them in the Laundry and got that going...
Lyss was so wasted that they got her in the shower and cleaned her up and got her into a pair of Torrie’s panties and shorts that were too small for her, but she didn’t care, she said they felt good...
Katie and Kay showered together, still making out with each other in the shower...they rubbed their bodies a together...Katie just couldn’t stop sucking on Kays huge breasts and then moving down to Kay’s pussy...When it was Kay’s turn, she was helping wash Katie’s body and she started to give Katie oral sex in the shower and Katie said... Kay... I have to pee... watch your face.... Pee on me... pee on my chest....Katie quickly obliged and shot hot pee all over Kay’s chest.... Kay leaned in and let some hit her mouth... tasting Katie’s pee was amazing...Kay was just in heaven with how well this turned out...
after their shower, they got dressed...and decided to sleep in the same bed in one of the spare rooms so they could continue making out and that was the last anyone saw of them for the rest of the night...
Lizzie, Torrie and Niki were watching poor drunk Lyss who was pretty much passed out at this point... Dressed in a fresh pair of yellow shorts and green panties that Torrie didn’t really like, so she gave them to Lyss to borrow and an old t-shirt...
The other 3 girls talked about the night and how much fun they had and Torrie demonstrated the technique she used to give the girls an orgasm... Lizzie decided she was going to practice and started going to town as she opted just to sleep in some panties...all 3 girls were in Torrie’s bed now and Lyss was on the air mattress on the floor...
The 3 girls started to have wandering hands and were all feeling each other up... Niki was still wasted, but still wide awake and really going to town feeling up Torrie and Lizzie... Torrie explained the technique and Niki started to practice on Torrie as Lizzie was going to town on her own pussy... Torrie gave Niki pointers and within about 10 minutes, gave Torrie a screaming orgasm.... it was amazing...
Torrie showed Niki on her pussy what to do and Lizzie finished herself off and fell asleep... Niki finally got some help from Torrie and she had her 2nd orgasm of the night....
They cuddled as Lizzie snored on the end.. Niki was in the middle.... both girls fell asleep in each other’s arms...
Torrie woke up around 7:30 with a bit of a headache. Not too bad, she was looking around and decided she needed some water....all of the sudden, she felt the bed sheets and they were wet...FUCK...Who pissed in my bed....She felt her crotch and she did’t think it was her....the side of her shorts were wet, but just the side that was........Next to Niki....she mentioned that night pissing her bed drunk....Fuck...she pissed in my bed... She pulled the covers down and saw immediately Nik’s saturated leggings that Torrie let her borrow and a round wet patch on the bed in the middle... She then looked over at Lizzie’s panties and her ass was all wet, unknowingly in Niki’s pee.... She woke Niki up... Niki...you pissed the bed....
FUCK...I’m so sorry, she started to cry.... and Lizzie woke up...feeling her wet ass... What the fuck... Niki, did you pee on me she laughed....I’m sorry she cried...I’m so sorry....
Torrie comforted her....it’s ok... it was an accident....
“I knew I should have put on my night pants...”
“What they asked....”
“I piss my bed a lot....I have to wear a kid’s pull up...and I was so drunk I forgot...”
”Ohh...really...” Torrie inquired...
”Yeah, my mom hates .... she’s always disgusted by it.... I can’t help it though, the doctor says it happens sometimes for a while... I don’t know....I have an underdeveloped bladder....”. I have a pee pad and everything in my bed so my pull-up doesn’t leak through the mattress if I really pee a lot...
“Does the pull up work” Torrie asked...
”yeah, most of the time...sometimes I pee too much and it leaks.. I’ll leave you one, I obviously don’t need it now”.
Torrie assured her it was fine and 3 girls got up and got the bed stripped down.... and realized that Alyssa had also peed herself in her sleep, but luckily it was on the air mattress, so no harm there... Alyssa was soaked from her ass to her tits in pee... The girls woke her up to a screaming headache....when she realized that she was soaking wet, she was like....shit.....I thought I got up to pee in the toilet...I really though that I got up to pee.... I must have dreamed it.... it’s ok Lyss, it happened to me a few weeks ago and Niki peed on both of us last night....Well, I guess that makes me feel a little better....
The girls cleaned up the room and all decided to get washed up...
Kay and Katie woke up in the spare bedroom.... both were just wearing panties and t-shirts....
They both got up and decided to go to the guest bathroom together... Katie really had to pee bad... and Kay pulled her bladder of steel trick and just ran in and sat on the toilet in front of Katie, still in her panties...she started to stroke her pussy in front of Katie and immediately her big nipples got hard....
Kay, I’m going to piss my panties.....
So what, they’re Torrie’s....
Hmm. True....
Kay started to let out a nice long stream in the white panties she was wearing....turning them bright yellow and smelling super strong from all the drinking last night....
Katie watched in amazement... Damn that’s some bright yellow pee Kay...
Katie not being able to hold it anymore ran over and sat on Kay’s lap and started to let her pee out...which was equally as yellow... soaking down to Kay’s panties and running down Kay’s legs and onto the bathroom floor.... Fuck...we have to clean this up Katie...Yeah, that’s fine, we will... as she continued to push out hot pee all over Kay....
She finished and stood up, showing Kay her hot pussy from behind... Kay reached out and started to rub it furiously....peeing more into the toilet herself....
Katie turned around and threw her hands down Kay’s panties and fingered her to a peeing orgasm.....
As this was happening, the other girls heard what was going on and all 4 of them threw open the door to watch... Kay grabbed Katie and pushed her into the shower and pulled her panties aside and started to finger her tight pussy hard and rubbing her clit with the other hand.,...in minutes Katie screamed in ecstasy... I think that was about the 10th one since last night Kay... the girls all looked on in amazement as their two friends put on a show...
Katie squeezed out the last little bit of pee into ....hey....those are my panties Torrie laughed....
”yep and you’ll never want to wash them again’’
“Umm’ that’s gross....”
The girls all gained their composure, helped get the whole house cleaned up and laundry done and cleaned Torrie’s mattress up and dried it with a hair dryer...
The basement totally smelled like pee, but they cleaned it good with some nice smelling floor cleaner and sprays...
As the girls rides started to arrive, they all agreed that they would like to do this again and Katie mentioned that next time if it was ok, she would invite a couple other girls that she knew, her friend Cassie that lived in her neighborhood that was a year ahead of them, but they were really good friends, and she knew Cassie peed in her pants on occasion as well... and her friend Brianna, who was a pretty free spirit and totally up to do anything.... and that meant anything. She didn’t need any convincing... If Katie said pee your pants.. Bri would pee on command she said...
The girls all thought that was a great idea and would find a time to get together again in the near future... |
After the Sleepover:
After everyone left, Kay and Torrie had most of the afternoon before they were going to be back over at Kay’s to fulfill their baby sitting duties for the night.
“Kay...did we really just have a major pee party last night....??? Like, how the fuck did that all really happen, I mean, did we really peg all the pissing girls to THE T....?
”I suppose we did...I can’t believe that really happened myself....I’m still in a daze...I mean...Katie and I just...I mean...She just made me feel like a queen last night....”
”Do tell your majesty...how was her body...? The girls giggled and swapped stories on making out and how Niki peed in Torrie’s bed, the girls just couldn’t believe what happened... and really couldn’t wait to find more girls in school that might be like minded...
Kay and Torrie speculated that there were a lot more girls in school that shared the same type of fetish that they did, that just kept it repressed as peeing your pants really isn’t socially acceptable, however... it’s done a lot more than anyone can imagine....
Kay and Torrie made another pass through the house, making sure there was no evidence of any party or anything...Taking out the garbage and doing another deep clean on everything, including the laundry. Torrie’s mom called and the girls spoke with her on speaker together... She asked what they did the previous night to which the girls innocently replied...”oh, nothing much, we just hung out and played some video games, watched a movie, and hit the sack early, we have to be ready to baby sit later....”
“Sounds pretty boring” Torrie’s mom teased the girls... and told the girls all about the convention and how she had a large reception with her colleagues to go to later this evening...
The girls decided to take a long nap after checking in with Kay’s parent’s, assuring them they would be over around 4pm so that they could get ready to head to their dinner party. The girls hung out with Kay’s little brother’s took care of them, fed them dinner, and made sure they go to to bed on time and so on and so on for the night...
School came the next week and the girls from the party met up in the cafeteria on that Monday after and all whispered about how much fun that they had over the weekend... Even shy Alyssa seemed to have a new found confidence about her, more outgoing and talkative...Have they finally broken her out of her shell...The girls believed they have as she was one of the first to say that she couldn’t wait to hang out again soon and asked Lizzie if next time she might bring her some extra beer...
Lizzie certainly obliged and said Lyss, if it makes you as social as you were the other night, you are going to get your own six pack...
As the girls spoke and hung out, a few of the cheerleaders came over and approached the table and sat down. There was Brianna, Julianna, and Cassie. There were no shortage of incredibly beautiful girls in school and most of the boys in school were a bit geeky and self absorbed and the girls were not all that much into them at all...in fact, most of the boys were almost immature and obnoxious to the point that the girls steered clear of most of them and there were probably a ratio of 4 girls for every boy in the school for whatever reason...
Brianna was a wild child of a girl, super crazy, up for whatever anyone wanted to do, didn’t care what it was, she would do it and it was easy to convince her. She was the type of girl that if you asked her to show her boobs to the whole school, she wouldn’t think twice about it and do it. She had a super pretty face, she was not skinny, not overweight, but curvy and well developed in all the right places and she always wore everything as skin tight as she could get it, never leaving much to the imagination. She had shoulder length light brown hair with lots of blonde highlights, a very popular thing amongst the school...blondes had more fun of course...
Except if you were Julianna was this exotic looking girl, with olive complexion, long jet black hair that shined in the light, a perfect body and the most angelic looking face. Always wearing the shortest little mini skirts, this was her signature... It was never a chore to sneak a quick peak of her panties as her skirts were always so short, it was almost impossible for her to hide panties in them. She always wore a complimentary tight shirt to show off her perfectly shaped breasts.. Her legs always seemed so incredibly smoooooooth and silky as they ran up from the ground and just vanished into the short little skirts....
Cassie or Cassandra, a gorgeous little black girl with a nice little bubble butt and large breasts, a perky little attitude, long black straight hair that she often kept braided in a braid that ran almost down to that perfect bubble butt. She Often wore all kinds of fun outfits from short skirts, to tight leggings, to tight jeans and she looked incredible in a bikini during beach season. Another exotic looking beauty...
The 3 girls sat down at the table with sleepover crew, all of them were close friends with Katie, so there was no doubt in everyone’s mind that they were here for a reason...they wanted to get in on some fun...
“So ladies...Katie tells me you had a bit of a...party this weekend...” The beauty Julianna exclaimed quietly... Julianna was definitely going to be the captain of the cheerleading squad some day, almost a natural born leader that commanded presence amongst the other girls...
Torrie spoke up... “Ummm, yeah, we had a...get together...”
”From what I understand it was a lot of fun...Lizzie, I hear you can get alcohol, is that true?”
”Yeah, my sister is 22 and I can get whatever I want whenever, you need me to get you Some stuff?”
“Yea, however, we also want you guys to come with the alcohol...” “My parents are going out of town in a couple weeks...and I figured we could have what you call...”a get together”? “ “Cass and Bri and myself are interested in partying...I have a hot tub and indoor pool and lots of things to do at the house...” My Older sister is supposed to be responsible for me that weekend, but she’s already told me she’s heading out to hang out with her friends that night and she doesn’t care what I do that night.
Jules parents were loaded and she lived in a mansion right on the water with tons of different amenities and All the girls spoke for a while and planned to get together in a couple of weeks when Jules parents would be out of town.
After school that day, Jules, Cass, and Bri all got on messenger and started to chat with each other and discussing plans for the get together and discussing who from their circle of other friends and cheerleaders that they wanted to possibly invite over. As they created a short list of girls they wanted to invite over...Jules was feeling a little frisky and started to pull down her shirt and showing off her cleavage to the other girls on video...
Ohh, are we doing this type of call Cassie exclaimed....She stood up showing her cute bubbly butt in a pair of skin tight yellow leggings and pulled them down just a tiny bit to show off a pair of light yellow cotton panties that matched her leggings, spun around and pulled down the front of her shirt revealing her nice dark breasts...
Bri just sat there quietly rubbing her pussy through her jeans on camera... waiting for the girls to notice what she was doing.... It took Jules and Cass a while to realize what was going on as they were too busy showing each other their boobs... and finally Cassie noticed what Bri was doing and said..”Ohh girllllll, let me join...as she sexily started to rub her pussy through her leggings. Jules sat on her desk chair with her legs spread and her hand rubbing her pussy, what would be anyone’s dream to see if they were sitting in front of her, watching her spread her legs in her skirt, revealing her sexy little black panties under her tight black cotton skirt...
“Cassandra....” Julianna exclaimed...”Are you home alone...”
“Besides my younger sister dear... my parents don’t get home from work for a few hours yet and she’s doing homework, she’s slammed” Cassies sister was equally as beautiful as she was, just one year behind the other girls, but the two girls could almost pass as twins since they were so close in age and they were always hanging out together, although this was the first time in a while they would be in different schools for a year until they both moved up one grade.
“Ok... give us a little show...” Jules said confidently...
”ok, what do you want girls?... You want to see my hot pussy...my nice tits... my perfect ass...you want to watch me rub one out...”
Bri of course up for anything.... I’ll do whatever you guys want me to...
“Well, in that case... I want you both to take off your shirts and show me those luscious breasts...” Jules said
Both girls took off their shirts exposing their beautiful large breasts as Jules rubbed her pussy through her panties feeling the moisture in her crotch from her hornyness.
Bri stood up rubbing her crotch with her breasts exposed and said... “watch this...” Cass and Jules watched as a large wet spot formed on Bri’s tight Jeans and spread up the front of her crotch, glistening and shooting down the inside of her thighs instantly... She started to rub herself as the pee continued to pour through her jeans with shimmering streams running all down her legs...
”Holy shit Bri” Cass exclaimed....as she watched in amazement as Bri’s Jeans became saturated with pee... “you are totally making me want to do that... Cass then relaxed her muscles and the girls could totally hear the piss hissing out of her pants... it shot up her ass and down both legs splashing onto her floor in her room as she jammed her hand into her pussy... Jules sat and furiously masturbated to the site of her two best friends peeing in their pants... she was just going to town and was ready to explode when behind Cassie, her bedroom door flew open and they saw Cassie’s sister Shauna walk in... stop and freeze as she stared at her older sister...
“Cass... what the fuck...” “Cass was startled and almost had a heart attack...she forgot to lock the door to her bedroom and Shauna stood there shaking her head... I mean... If you’re going to do that, lock the fucking door... I don’t need to see that shit.... Shauna quipped as Cass was super embarrassed to have been caught not only half naked and masturbating, but being soaked in her own pee.... Even though it was no secret that she liked to indulge in peeing....it’s still awkward to be caught by your best friend and sister...
Jules was stunned and was trying not to laugh... “hey girll, come let me get a look at you” Jules exclaimed trying to bail Cassie out a little bit...
Shauna came over into view of the camera and waived to the girls and noticed Bri also wet through her Jeans and half Naked...”Bri, what the fuck, you too, cover that shit up” Bri just got more cheeky and pulled her jeans off on camera exposing her see through soaked white panties... and stuck her boobs further into the computer. Camera... “how’s that better” She teased Shauna...
”You’re a fucking weirdo Bri...what the hell, I still love you though....”
”Shauna...” Jules exclaimed....”step up to the camera, it’s your turn... you walked in on us...you need to contribute to the chat....I want to see those little shorts you are wearing come down and see your panties underneath...
”Ummm, yeah... I’m not doing that in front of my sister”
”well, I’m already naked in front of you...if you are going to be on the cheer team next year, Jules is the boss...”
”Isn’t this considered hazing or something....” Shauna pulled her little tight white shorts down and exposed her hot little ass to the group... then turned around and showed them her cute little package in her white panties... all of the sudden, Cass came behind her and whipped Shauna’s panties down exposing her perfectly shaved pussy... She quickly pulled them up embarrassed by being pantsed on camera...
Ok girls... I’m out of here...I was just coming to get some help on something from Cass, but stepped into something I didn’t want to see...
“Ok, want to see you pee sometime tooooo...we love you....” Jules exclaimed...
”yeah...you won’t see me pee unless you pin me down and force me to...that’s not my thing...”
”challenge excepted....we will see you pee sometime soon...byyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeee”
The girls all figured that it was time to end the chat and get cleaned up before their parents got home.... |
The Club
Some weeks had passed by, many of the girls were busy with activities and school and various other things that were keeping them tied up. The party that was supposed to take place over at Julianna’s got pushed back a bit as some things came up and things didn’t quite work out, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to happen, it was just a matter of getting the time right.
In the meantime, a few of the girls would get together and share tales of their own private “adventures” here and there, there was a lot of texting, some video chatting and lots of individual masturbation sessions that went on over the weeks.
Julianna, the overly mature, natural leader of the group decided that it would be fun if the girls formed a secret girls only club, called Club WYP… (wet your pants). She created a simple short list of rules.
No one shares anything with anyone not in the club
To be a part of the club, you had to film a video of yourself peeing in something that was easy to see, and only after you had at least 40ozs of something to drink and held for a minimum of 4 hours (honor system of course)
There was a shared access online folder that contained everyone’s entry video that everyone shared access to and that access was shared equally by all members.
Your monthly dues to the club were $20 per month that were collected for “club” events that would take place semi regularly, schedule TBD, funds would be put towards whatever the group voted it to be, alcohol, outfits, food, fun, you name it and it was up to you to keep current with your dues. Other collections could be taken for “special needs”
Monthly dues 2, would be another video that would be shared with the group and every month would have a “fun and sexy” theme to the video that you had to abide by and submit on time by the last Sunday of each month. Themes would be released on the 2nd to last Sunday so you had 2 weeks to complete your video and submit it, failure resulted in a $100 fine and a punishment TBD at a club event”.
You had to be sure if you were going to recruit a new member into the club that they wouldn’t tell anyone, so you had to make sure you were inviting someone you trusted to tell them about it.
Girls only in the club, no boys and they certainly could never hear about it or see anyone’s videos from the club (honor system of course, but there could be repercussions to violators).
If you wanted to leave the club, the honor system would hopefully prevent you from spilling about the club and your membership video could be used against you in some way if you don’t abide by the honor system, so the entry video is sort of collateral “assurance” that you remain secretive.
Never let your parents find out about the club
Rules can be added by majority vote of club members at any time
Seemed like a fun thought and idea. Julianna was definitely going to be the entrepreneur of the group at some point in her life, but for now, this was just for fun.. While she had a serious and mature side of things….”Jules” had a fun and sexy side to her that she couldn’t wait to explore…
Jules initiated a call with Torrie, Kay, Katie and herself and gave them the premise of the “secret” girls club based around having fun, getting together, indulging in their taboo fun of peeing and girl on girl action and whatever else you wanted to do. While it was certainly no problem if girls wanted to hang out with boys on their own time, this club was for just girl fun only, even though it was somewhat of a more acceptable thing for society for girls to be with girls, they it still felt a bit taboo for some people, so it was best to keep it to being their own private playground.
Kay and Torrie and Katie all agreed as the Founding members of the group that they would be “The Board of Directors”. Jules would be the president, Torrie was the Vice President, Kay would be the Secretary and in charge of membership, and Katie would be the club treasurer since she got a pretty sizeable allowance for pretty much doing nothing as she was a bit spoiled… Once the girls drafted out a group text, they gave everyone a chat app to download and told them to create an account.
Over the next few hours all the girls, Torrie, Kay, Katie, Jules, Bri, Cassie, Niki, Lizzie, and even Alyssa all accepted the invitation to the app, created their accounts and got their welcome message with description of the WYP Club that had a very discrete, unassuming logo of WYP and the purpose of the club with the rules as described above…
All the girls started chatting back and forth and all agreed that they wanted in and decided that everyone must make their first video no later next Sunday at 8PM. Bri was named Activities Coordinator since she had a bit of a wild imagination, so her responsibility was presenting fun options for the club… and Lizzie, Niki and Lyss were activities sub committee members for now, and agreed that they would help with details and planning of events. Lizzie would also be in charge of procuring any alcohol for parties since she could easily get it from her older sister at any time she wanted to. They all decided that once per year, they could switch up duties if they chose to, but the girls all agreed it would a fun thing and all agreed there would be no power struggles and that they were really all just here for some good old fashion shenanigans.
Jules exclaimed that the Girls were also tasked with recruiting one new member each at least before their first planned event, which was tentatively scheduled for the weekend of Halloween, which would give them about 3 weeks or so each. Jules’ parents were supposed to go away a couple weeks earlier and ultimately couldn’t, so they decided to schedule a weekend getaway to another home they owned in the mountains and they wouldn’t be back until mid day on Monday with their 4 day weekend. Jules had to stay back due to sports commitments and made sure her parents knew that it would be unacceptable for her to miss her commitments for a mid season vacation. Julianna’s parents were extremely wealthy as her father was a stock broker that made millions, invested it wisely, bought a popular bar and restaurant in town that they paid someone else to run and enjoyed life. Jules was an only child like Torrie was, although Torrie’s situation was obviously much different, Juianna’s mom always claimed that after she was born she had complications and they had to do a hysterectomy and she couldn’t have any more kids. Although, Jules always suspected that they may have never had intentions to have her and parent’s had her raised by an au pair while they spent a lot of time hanging out at their restaurant and socializing with people and celebrities that came to town while not paying much attention to her. So Jules decided she would definitely host the first event. Their house was a mansion with a boat launch, private beach access, hi gating all around that was covered in ivy for privacy, an indoor pool with pool house for winter swimming, a huge hot tub that sat on a huge deck that overlooked the ocean, there were about 10 bedrooms and 15 bathrooms in the house, a chef’s kitchen, a theater, and huge gaming area, and a bar / entertaining area that led out to an amazing outdoor area that overlooked the ocean with fire pits, sitting areas, and outdoor kitchen. It was a palace and perfect place for the fun to happen in couple of weeks, and all of the girls knew that it was going to be amazing fun and were already thinking about who they could recruit into the club before the first event.
The Initiation Videos Part 1
Torrie and Kay decided that they would film their initiation videos together and would really have some fun with it, so they met up on Monday at Torrie’s house as soon as school ended as they knew that they had about 3 hours to play and clean up before Torrie’s mom got home from school and Kay had to be home for dinner. The girls arrived in Torrie’s room to get changed into their video outfits…Both girls had made sure to drink plenty of water and soda during the 2nd half of the day and by the time they arrived home, both girls were ready to unload their aching bladders.
“Kay, I can’t believe that we are now having a private girls club...Just think, that first day when I forgot to pee and had an accident has brought us all the way here to now having 9 of us in a secret pee club...It’s quite amazing”
“It’s fucking crazy Tor, I can’t even believe this. I had no idea so many girls in school were into this…I’m in heaven…I mean...I don’t mind telling you this, but I am full fledged into girls, I don’t ever see myself being with a boy...and it’s ok if you want to be with a boy sometime, but this whole experience has just opened me up to a different style of life”.
“Well, I don’t have any issues of course...I mean, there’s some cute guys in school, but….well, I’m having fun for now also Kay...anyway...In honor of the club, I’m wearing the tight blue jeans and the white panties that I wore the day of the accident that started the club…”
“Good choice, they look hot on you...and I haven’t seen them since that day…”
“Correct, I actually haven’t worn them, they still had a little bit of a weird tint of yellow to them, so I tucked them away as she slipped out of her school clothes, standing in her sexy white panties and she pulled her jeans up tight, making sure they hugged her ass perfectly and even showed the outline of her crotch with a bit of camel toe.
Kay pulled out her tight white leggings that showed off every crevice of her lower half just perfectly as if they were her second skin and took off her bra and put on a tight fitting light grey cami top that exposed a bit of her stomach and just showed how enormous her breasts really were and her nipples were already doing the tell tale standing at attention, just aching to be rubbed…
“You’re up first Tor, where should we do this?”
“Let’s film mine on the back deck, I know it’s a little chilly today, but why not”
The girls headed outside and Kay immediately regretted not getting a jacket as she was freezing, making her need to pee even worse now. Torrie stepped out and looked around making sure she didn’t see anyone peering out of her neighbor’s windows. The coast was clear.
Torrie gave her name and a little intro to her video and explained that she liked peeing her pants because it made her horny and she enjoyed watching other girls pee their pants as well. She pulled her jeans up again as tight as they could go and Kay held her phone to start the filming. “Here it comes” exclaimed Torrie… all of the sudden, Kay could see a river of shiny yellow pee coming from Torrie’s crotch, instantly soaking down her inseems… She tried to cut the flow off and just barely managed to do so, and she turned around as Kay zoomed in on her ass, the pee had shot straight up the back all the way to her waistline… Kay was really desperate now and starting to get incredibly horny as she quickly jammed her hand into her crotch and held hard and rubbed to get the sensation to die down…and she didn’t want to ruin Torrie’s video, so she tried to hand gesture to her to move it along… Torrie then squatted down and let more pee out as it cascaded onto the ground below her butt, it was so hot and warm in the cool air… Kay zoomed in on her crotch as it glistened with hot pee…. The stream finally stopped and Torrie stood up and quickly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and made sure to show off her wet panties that were now see through to the camera. One last quick dribble of pee pushed out and into her panties as she rubbed the pee soaked fabric with her hand and put her soaking fingers in her mouth and licked them for the camera, she then bent over, pulling up her white panties tights to her crotch to see the full back shot of her pussy as the pee squeezed out and streamed down from the pulling of the saturated fabric… “That’s all girls...I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, I need to go and rub one out now...Love you as she blew the camera a kiss!”
“Holy shit, that was fucking hot Tor, but I need to pee right now”
Kay gave Torrie her phone and got Kay’s perfect curves and huge boobs all in the shot as Kay’s hands were jammed into her crotch furiously trying to hold, she gave her little quick intro, similar to Torrie’s. She was bouncing up and down trying to hold it, and her boobs were just bouncing up and down...Torrie was waiting for them to fall out of her top they were bouncing so high. Kay rubbed her crotch furiously and explained how desperate she was...I’m such a bad girl...I forgot to use the bathroom today...and I just can’t hold it anymore...I think I’m just going to let it out in my pants…”. In a second, the pee exploded through her fingers, coming out in all directions down both legs, up her butt, down the fronts of her thighs, and all up to her stomach. She was drenched instantly and the hissing sound was like someone had turned on a hose full force in Kay’s pants. Torrie had all she could do not to rub herself as she knew it would unsteady the camera. Kay sensuously bent over and showed her ass, still peeing full force into her see through white leggings...Torrie instantly saw that Kay had opted not to put panties on under the leggings and Kay’s round ass had now shown perfectly through her leggings. Finally the stream had subsided and Kay had a look of ecstasy on her face, tears came down her cheeks from the sheer relief because she had to pee so bad that her eyes started to burn…
“Damn, that’s a wrap Kay” let’s get inside, it’s fucking cold in these wet pants now”.
Both girls shot inside and up to Torrie’s bedroom, Torrie slapped Kay innocently on her wet behind making a nice smacking noise that also left her hand wet with Kay’s pee. Torrie rubbed her hand onto her jeans and realized that was a but futile...she was soaked also and both girls laughed. Let’s get into a hot shower Kay. The girls made their way and started to run the water. Kay took off her grey cami and got into the shower with her wet leggings to rinse them off, but also feel the warmth of the water on them...Torrie decided that looked fun and ripped her shirt and bra off and got in and both girls stood face to face embracing each other and feeling each other’s butts as the warm water soaked their naked upper half’s and clothed lower halves… Torrie rubbed her small breasts against Kay’s huge ones and slipped her hand into Kay’s leggings and begin to go to town on Kay’s clit with her left hand and did the same to herself with her right hand… Kay with one hand on her boobs and one on Torrie’s caused almost a simultaneous orgasm to both girls as they both screamed in pleasure at the same exact time… both girls feeling the adrenaline coursing through their bodies… they both stopped and held each other, eyes closed and supporting each other’s bodies as they were both about to collapse from exhaustion.
The girls finished their shower and stripped out of their wet pants and got the laundry started. Kay kissed Torrie goodbye and headed home back in her nice dry school outfit, no one the wiser of what they just did... |
The Initiation Videos Part 2
Nicole, affectionately known to all of her friends as little Niki, finished all of her homework after dinner and before shutting down her laptop, decided to peak at the shared online storage folder and to her delight saw 2 videos already uploaded, one labeled Torrie and one labeled Kaleigh…Hmm, let’s check them out she thought…
Niki watched Torrie’s video first, watching the rivers of yellow pee that Torrie pushed out into her tight jeans and admiring Torrie’s hot little wet ass and her soaked panties that she was kind enough to share, not leaving anything to the imagination which Niki was quite thankful for. Next she watched Kay’s video and instantly was taken by how incredibly hot Kay looked in her outfit… Kay had a pretty plain Jane face as we described earlier, but with the right outfits and the right way that she did her hair, she really transformed into a sexy, curvy girl with curves in all the right places. Kay’s see through leggings did it for Niki.
Niki decided that she would grab a pair of her old white shiny adidas soccer shorts and she put on a pair of light pink panties under them that made it look a little naughty, because you could see the slight outline of pink panty under the shorts. She pulled an old pair of soccer socks up and put on just a little skimpy sports bra that showed off her cleavage.
Niki grabbed her laptop and flipped on the webcam and brought it over to her bed. Niki filmed her little intro, explaining that she had peed in her pants on purpose all the time as a kid out of laziness and convenience most of the time and also admitted that because of her loose attitude and overly small bladder, that she still to this day wets her bed… Niki peeled off her sheets and sat in her soccer outfit on her special mattress pad. She was going to pee the bed like she was having a nighttime accident...which she knew she could just wipe up with towels and put her sheets back on with no problem… She decided to set up her laptop so it gave a side view of her laying in bed. She started off laying with her ass facing the camera and pretended to be sleeping on her side… She slowly released pee, warming her panties instantly and giving her an incredible tinge on her clit… the pee worked it’s way up her ass, making her little white soccer shorts see through and her pink panties showed through nicely now, as they were a shade darker from the pee. She then rolled over into the puddle, soaking her ass in hot wet pee and released a little more pee, showing a spreading puddle that was now working its way up her back soaking her entire back and the back of her sports bra. She then quickly threw her pillows onto the ground so as to not get them wet…
She then rolled back over with her ass to the camera, showing how drenched she was and pretending to wake up and feel around… “Oh no...I’ve peed the bed…” as she felt her crotch and ass sensuously. She then rolled over facing the camera put her hand down the front of her shorts and squeezed out the last remaining pee in her bladder, warming her hand as she slipped her fingers into her pussy and moaned lightly as she splashed around in the puddle on her bed….She pretended to finish herself off quickly and ended the video on the camera… She sat in her wet shorts and got the video uploaded to the site, and then decided that she was going to finish herself off for real this time as she plopped back into the puddle, it was now quite cold and not quite as appealing as it was before…. Fuck...kind of killed the mood there, so she just decided to get the bed cleaned up and her sheets back on and headed off to take a shower…
Initiation Video 4 was Cassie
Cassandra, the exotic looking, curvy black beauty had picked out skin tight, incredibly short red mini skirt and some little white cotton panties and a white cami top that showed off her large black breasts… She had the 2nd largest boobs to Kay’s and were perfectly round and perky for being so large, not a bit of sag on her tight body as she was always avid about staying in tip top shape…
Cass set up her iPad so it was looking at her as she sat on her desk chair. She filmed her little intro and explained that she had sometimes had accidents and had always secretly wanted to pee herself during football games when she had to go really bad and it was cold.. and one time she did… and no one knew about it… and it made her feel extremely naughty… She crossed and uncrossed her legs, exposing her white panties to the camera...which was easy to do as the short skirt could barely contain her pussy as it poked out of her skirt in a very sexy way… She rubbed her boobs with both hands and talked the camera up on how she was super horny and ready to pee for the “girls”.
Cassie inched her big bubble but closer to the end of the chair, letting her pussy peek out of her skirt… and just to the edge of her chair as she rubbed her clit with her finger though the white panties, up and down, a wet streak formed slowly up the front as she did it… Pee started to glisten from the crotch and filled her chair...and it began to pour off in all directions onto the floor as she continued to rub her pussy through the wet fabric… Stopping the flow a little bit, you could now see her dark pussy through the wet white material… Pee pooled all around her ass and continued to splash down onto the floor…. She scooped some up with her hands and rubbed both of her breasts, making her white shirt go see through with a tinge of yellow pee...exposing her dark round boobs and perfect nipples… She cupped her hand over her pussy, grabbing more fresh warm pee to rub her breasts with, further saturating her shirt and making her skin go slippery as it soaked down to her hard flat stomach… she now rubbed her pussy and turned around and kneeled on the chair and hiked up her shirt, exposing her see through wet panties and her ass, she pulled the panties up into her crack and exposed a perfect view of her dripping wet panties that hugged her thick pussy lips like a perfect little package… She forced the last bit of pee out in this position, running down both legs and down to her knees, both legs were soaked in pee as she rubbed her pussy from the front, all you could see was Cassie’s hand from the other side rubbing furiously until her body shuddered in ecstasy as she slipped down to the seat and turned back around facing the camera…
“Top that one girls…”
Initiation Video 5
As the videos were being uploaded, it was almost now a contest for who could put out the hottest video. Katie felt like she might have it in the bag though. Katie got home after school one day later that week. Both of her parents were at work still and wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. She also had a sister that was one year behind was in Cassie’s sister’s class. Shauna and Katie’s sister Riley, a skinny blonde girl who always wore her hair up in a pony tail like Niki, with long skinny legs who always seemed to have a camel toe because of the shape of her vagina lips, the seemed to have a perfect V to them and they hung down low always causing the boys to stare at her crotch in amazement when she wore leggings...but this is about Katie…
Katie had about an hour before Riley would be home, so she quickly pulled out a sexy little plaid, pink, black and white checkered school girl skirt that barely reached the bottom of her but cheeks. One move and you saw everything under her skirt, including a sexy white thong that would show off her perfectly tanned ass cheeks, a white button down shirt, that she tied up to show awesome cleavage and expose her 6 pack stomach and pierced belly button… She pulled on some high white thigh high socks that were so tight they almost cut the circulation off on her legs, but looked fucking hot as hell… She put her hair in two little pig tails…. She set up at her desk in her room, gave an intro video saying how she’s always been a naughty school girl at heart, and that she loved peeing, and being peed on by another girl was always the ultimate fantasy… She said how bad she had to go and how it was making her super horny. She raised her hand...Mrs Smith, please let me go potty or I’ll pee in my pants… What… just pee at my desk...you want to watch me pee… Ohhh, only if I get an A in class today, Katie sexily taunted the camera….
She turned and bent over, exposing her bare ass and her thong that barely contained her pussy from behind. She reached down and grabbed a little pink plastic device from her purse...a pocket rocket vibrator that her Cousin Mandy gave her last year as a present. Katie switched it on the medium setting and lifted up her school girl skirt and stood up with her legs spread pressing the vibrator hard into her clit… you could hear the light buzzing noise as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip tightly...then it was switched to high as she begin to move it gently up and down, but pressing it firmly into her clit through her panties….
She now begin to moan louder and louder along with the buzzing it was the hottest thing you could imagine… She then had an earth shattering orgasm...shuddering and moaning and almost bucking her knees as her legs shook and went in and out… she kept the vibe pressed to her clit, almost screening because it was so sensitive from the orgasm, but she pressed on… shuddering as another wave hit her… this time pee exploded from her thong in all directions spraying all over as the vibrator quickly become covered in hot pee… it shot everywhere creating a spray in the air as the vibrator threw pee in all directions. Pee was all over the front of her skirt and streaming down the insides of her legs and soaking her thigh high socks… as the yellow streaks went to her cute little toes as she stood in a pee puddle shuddering with another orgasm and another huge wave of pee… Not an inch of her thong was dry and her socks were soaked.. At this point she was so weak, she collapsed into the puddle on the ground, the pee sopping all over her skirt…
When she finally gained her composure enough to stand, the pee dripped off of the skirt like a river from sitting in the pee puddle and her socks and legs were saturated in pee. She smiled and batted her eyes to the camera…”there’s nothing to say after that girls...and she blew a kiss goodbye….
Initiation Video 6
This one belonged to Lizzie. Lizzie adorned herself in a pair of skin tight little Jeans shorts that were so short and tight that her little beige panties peeked out of the sides of her perfect thigh gap and her legs just seemed like they went on forever and right up into that perfect ass of hers…. A cute little belly shirt showed off her rock hard abs with no bra and her perky little breasts were perfectly outlined in her shirt, including her nice perky nipples that poked through the soft cotton and tickled her ever so slightly…
Lizzie shared how peeing was something that she did all the time growing up from an early age and it was always sexual as she masturbated as long as she could remember. Lizzie was always horny and masturbated when she woke up and when she went to bed and sometimes on the weekend if she was doing homework, she would do one mid day…
Lizzie begin to demonstrate her masturbation techniques and even though she also had a vibrator, she decided not to use it as she didn’t want to copy Katie, so she had pulled out a small thin smooth dildo, and preceded to undo the button of her skin tight light grey jean shorts enough that she could pull them a bit to the side and stick the dildo into her pussy…needs a little moisture...as she relaxed letting some pee out onto the dildo and soaking the crotch of the shorts and her panties. She then put it back in.. much better she exclaimed. In and out slowly, she moaned in her bathroom. She spread her legs a bit further as she let out another little spurt to get the dildo slippery again and went in and out, she now was slippery enough that she didn’t need any more pee, but as she was going in and out a little faster now, she squeezed to pee at the same time and it shot out the side of her shorts onto the bathroom floor and down her legs further soaking her panties and her shorts… she could feel the warmth on her ass as she pushed out another wave of pee… up her butt and down her legs as the pee was coming out so hard that it pushed the light dildo out and she dropped it on the ground, she quickly jammed her hand into her crotch and rubbed as the pee poured through her shorts, hot and wet with delight as the pee warmed her saved pussy…
She pulled the shorts down and exposed some silky beige panties that were dark about halfway up the front and halfway up the back of her ass and dripping with pee. They were silky smooth like her pussy and felt amazing as she squeezed more pee into her panties, warming her hand and her crotch nicely….she pulled the wet shorts back up and showed her tight wet ass from multiple shots, pulling the shorts up into her crotch as rivulets of pee rolled down her silky smooth tanned legs…
Initiation Video 7
Alyssa woke up on Saturday morning… a rare day off for her from any short of athletic activity as the weather was terrible, windy, rainy cold, the school cancelled all Saturday activities. As she woke up, she knew that her parents were going to be going out shopping for the day and they took her two younger sisters with them. Alyssa’s mom poked her head into her room and said that they were heading out shopping and would be back in a few hours and asked if she was sure she didn’t want to come…
“No, I want to take advantage of doing nothing today if that’s ok”
“Sure honey, you deserve a day to rest, but don’t sleep the whole time”
“I won’t, I”m going to get up soon, thanks Mom…”
Lyss could hear the car start up and pull out of the driveway… Her bladder was aching like crazy, she had to piss so bad with her morning pee that she couldn’t keep her legs still in bed. She tried to hold on and get another little bit of sleep, but it was no use, she was so uncomfortable and she knew this was pretty much her only opportunity to film her initiation video for the group.
Lyss threw back the covers revealing an overly sexy sleeping outfit that consisted of silky hot pink shorts that hugged her ass and pussy perfectly and a matching silky cami style top that she realized her boobs had pretty much fallen out of when she rolled over. It was the most comfortable outfit to sleep in, almost as if she was naked in bed. Lyss hadn’t been overly sexual at any point, but the experience at the party had opened her up quite a bit to the point of giving her extreme confidence around the rest of the girls. She was much more comfortable with Her commanding statuesque appearance, especially since the girls would do nothing but compliment her on how nice she looked, giving her more and more confidence every day. She wore tighter clothes and did her hair nice every day, and she turned heads everywhere she went, even teachers stared at her beauty.
Lyss got her phone out and set it up in the bathroom…her legs were shaking as she was trying to set the camera up and not pee herself before she got set up, which would be an epic fail…
She finally got the camera set up and instantly felt a large spurt of pee shoot into her silky shorts, soaking her white panties underneath… shit...shit...shit… I have to get in position… She was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down as she gave her intro, saying that she was never into peeing at all, until the party and thanked the girls for giving her the confidence to find herself and not feel like such a freak, even though she was one of the prettiest girls in the school, she just never felt like it because she was so tall and developed so much earlier than all the other girls she grew up with.
“As you can… (a wave of pee streamed down her legs and quickly stopped) I just woke up and am having an accident in my pants right now… my panties are drenched and my pee smells… she had a nice dark wet spot in the silky shorts and she pulled them aside to reveal her wet panties that now were bright yellow with pee….as she did that another wave of piss shot out into the panties, yellowing them even more and running onto her bathroom floor… “umm yeah, so you can see that I’ve just peed my pants again, so there’s no use in trying to hold it anymore...Alyssa sat down on the toilet and just let go in her pants…. soaking the material through to her ass.. she put her hand over her crotch and pulled the pee up over the front of her shorts, soaking the entire front of her… Her sorts were clinging to her body as the hot pee hissed out of her and ran down her ass into the toilet…
As it kept coming out, she stood up from the toilet and without stopping peeing, it then ran straight down both of her long sexy legs and onto the floor, she pulled down her shorts exposing her soaked yellow panties as the pee still poured out of them, they were saturated that they pulled down from her pussy and the pee was pooled up and just pouring out of the crotch like a river… She peed for what seemed like 3 minutes straight, creating a lake on her bathroom floor...Lyss hadn’t peed her pants since the party and had a very unfamiliar tingling feeling in her stomach and her pussy was throbbing in a way she never felt before...she was soaked all over and the pee finally came to a halt and she sheepishly rubbed her crotch, forgetting that she was filing all of this. She rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, pressing into her clit like Torrie had done to her the night of the party… Finally she snapped to it and realized she was filming still… Shit… even though she was supposed to do this and it was accepted, she blushed bright red...oh god… I hope that was good...ok...bye…
Feeling a little dirty and guilty, she quickly cleaned up and rinsed out her clothes and threw them in the dryer to dry… the panties were ruined as they were stained yellow, but she figured she would hold onto them for future activities…
Initiation videos 8 and 9
The final two videos were a compilation...Jules parents were going to the restaurant all day and left around lunch. Jules had asked Bri to come over and film her video for her and she would film Bri’s…
Bri got dropped off at Julianna’s house and she had brought over a bag with some light grey leggings and pale blue panties to pee in… Jules decided they would be twins and would do the same outfit, tight grey leggings and pale blue cotton VS panties, the same exact thing Bri was wearing…
Jules and her sexy Italian olive complexion and dark black hair was just amazingly beautiful to look at. Cute blonde Brianna was raring and ready to go, quickly stripping in front of Jules and putting her outfit on…
Hang tight there kiddo, just relax, we have to build up a good pee, so I made us a little drink… Jules, it’s 1pm...Bri exclaimed…
So what, haven’t you ever heard the expression its 5 o’clock somewhere…
“Haha, I guess so…”
Both girls drank Vodka and orange juice for about the next hour and started to get pretty tipsy…
Neither girl was feeling any pain at all and both were now desperate to pee…
“Jules, I’m really ready to piss, I am going to explode all over your bedroom in about 5 minutes if we don’t piss soon”
“Ok, let’s get out of here and head down to the bar and I can put the vodka back in there too”
Both girls got to the bar and Jules said… I have idea… sit up at the bar… I’m going to set up my laptop over here to get a nice wide shot of the room…
“Ok, but hurry up, I’m not going to make it much longer...I already have a wet spot on my crotch, as she turned to show Jules the small round wet spot on the leggings that hugged her little fat pussy lips…
“Ok, here we go, go sit”
Bri sat at one of the bar stools, sipping her drink. Jules walked up to her…
“Hey there… Can I buy you the next round sexy lady…”
“Umm, sure, that sounds great”. I’m Brianna as she played along with the little skit”
I’m Julianna… Brianna and Julianna, it sounds kind of cool huh?”
“Yeah, very cool…” as Bri was now sitting and rocking back and forth on her heel to hold her pee in…
“Looks like you have to use the bathroom…”
“Yeah, I”m about to piss in my pants actually…”
“That would be really hot...Let me see you pee a little”
“Well, I have to admit, I have already peed….quite a bit actually….” Bri spun around in the chair to face Jules with her hand pressed into her crotch, she removed it to show a much more expanded wet spot that had formed all across her crotch…
WOW, you definitely did pee...as she walked up to Bria and put her hand over the wet crotch of her leggings…”we have similar names and we are wearing the same outfit...go figure”. Let me see your panties, as she peeled back the front of Bri’s leggings she exposed the wet cotton panties that clung to Bri’s pussy…
“Ohh honey...it’s ok that you had a little accident” and then more hot pee shot out of Bri’s crotch hitting Jules’ hand and soaking Bri’s ass as it pooled in the contoured bar chair.
“Wow, that’s nice and warm”
Bri was now at the point of ready to have an exploding bladder she had to pee so bad and the leaks weren’t relieving any of her pain…
“Well, I am glad you like the way it looks and feels, because it’s going to explode right now” as Bri squeezed her legs tighter together, the damn broke loose and pee shot quickly down both legs and ran like a raging river onto the floor, as it pooled up her butt on the chair her leggings were a dark grey now. Jules stood in front of Bri and pressed her body into Bri’s legs as the pee ran down them and straight into Julianna’s waste, soaking the front of her leggings with Bri’s pee. She rubbed her crotch as the pee continued to warm and soak both girls… The front of Jules shirt started to get wet around her stomach and she slid down and let the pee run over her breasts through her white shirt, exposing her bra less breasts through the shirt that now had a yellow hue of pee to it… Bri continued peeing with her legs pressed to let the pee run down on Jules, but she desperately wanted to spread her legs and rub her throbbing pussy, so she spread her legs open and started to rub… Jules then grabbed Bri’s hand and pushed it away and started rubbing for her inside the waistband of her leggings… The pee was so warm on her hand… She quickly rubbed Brianna to a shuddering orgasm…
“Wow, that was...holy fucking shit Jules…”
“Jules was standing dripping from Bri’s pee, soaked all up her front...her ass was remarkable looking in these leggings and totally dry…
“Well, my backside is dry and I need to now contribute my pee to this party…”
Brianna sat on the chair as Jules climbed up on Bri’s lap and straddled her, soaking Bri’s shirt with the pee that was all over Jule’s shirt… her legs straddled around Bri’s waist, Bri put her hands under Jule’s ass to hold her up and begin to rub her and then reached in and gave Jules a kiss...Jules felt amazing and all of the sudden, her bladder relaxed and Bri suddenly felt her lower half getting really hot… Julianna’s pee was almost bath water hot as it streamed down across Bri’s crotch, shooting up Jule’s ass… she was now grinding her pussy against Bri’s leg as the pee continued to flow down onto the floor and all over Bri’s pussy...both pee puddles mixing together to form a giant pee lake on the tile floor of the bar…
Jule’s pee was so hot and so silky feeling, Bri was just rubbing her crotch again and gave herself another orgasm, and she quickly went back and put her hands inside Jules’s pants and rubbed her soaking wet panties until Jules had an orgasm of her own...squeezing more pee out onto Bri’s lap…
Both girls embraced for about 5 minutes after...just holding and catching their breath… They went over to shut off the camera and stood in amazement at what just happened...as they stood looking at the mess, Bri relaxed her bladder and let some more pent up pee flow down her legs warming her once again…
“Hey, that’s not fair, I want to pee more too, but I have none left”
“Well, we have all day long to do this again”.
“True...let’s go pick out another outfit for later…”
And the girls ran upstairs….
Hope that was as much fun to read as it was to write! |
Recruiting Part 1
Now that all the girls had their videos uploaded, messages were flying around the group chat, all complimenting each other on the hotness of the videos that were uploaded. The group seemed to agree that Katie took the top prize for ultimate sexiness and everyone enjoyed Bri and Jules little skit and all the girls complimented Alyssa for breaking out of her shell and looking sexy as hell in her sleepwear, as none of the girls expected to see how hot she looked, even after rolling out of bed not long before she filmed her video.
The experience definitely opened up a whole new side of Alyssa that she just couldn’t believe herself. Boys never paid much attention to her or always made comments about her height, calling her an amazon and just thinking of her as one of the guys because of her athletic abilities and the fact that she was better at sports than many of the boys in her class. The girls however, treated her like she was a goddess and made her feel more special than anyone other than her parents. She just felt insanely confident and loved the fact that she was not just looked at as an athlete, but as a beautiful girl, and the fact that she was included as one of the girls. She started dressing nicer and everyone started to notice her.
The one thing Alyssa wasn’t sure about was who she was going to recruit, so she messaged Torrie and Kay and asked them for some help and to be included in their plans to find a few new girls for the club, as she was still a bit shy and out of sorts about what she was going to do. Kay and Torrie were also not quite sure who to go to next as they were the ones that hand picked the girls that started the group to begin with.
Katie already had a new recruit picked out, her cousin Mandy who lived about an hour North. The girls were really close. Mandy was a year older and often came to visit and stay with Katie as she loved the beach. She was definitely a wild child and most of the girls knew Mandy because she did spend a lot of time with Katie in the Summers and she loved dressing overly provocative and didn’t care if she was hooking up with a guy or a girl and she was a habitual masturbator and made it clear that she would try any kinky thing presented to her. She was going to be a perfect member for the club. 5’9’, super hot, another girl that loved tanning her body all over, she had long slender legs that ran straight into a perfectly shaped ass that you could bounce a quarter off of it, because it was so tight and perfect. She had long flowing blond hair, that wasn’t really her natural color, which was a light brown, but she always kept it blonde.
Katie and her cousin video chatted late one night just catching up and Mandy wanted to show Katie a new vibrator that she bought at a local shop in town when she was shopping with her friends. A cute little vibrator with a rubber tip and a finger that came out that would lay up against her clit. She was showing it and without any shame, she pulled up her slinky little nightgown and just started to demonstrate it over her little silky red panties for about 20 seconds, making sexy expressions to Katie the entire time.
“Haha, you are one kinky bitch Mandy”.
“You know it girl, you want one, I’ll get one for you and bring it next time I visit”
“Sure, I’m game. Speaking of visiting...you around in two weeks to come for a visit for the weekend?” “Some of the girls you know down here are getting together over the weekend, kind of just having a little Halloween weekend party at one of the girl’s houses whose parents are going away for the weekend.”
“Yeah, I think I can do that, nothing is really going on up my way, I’ll just see if I can get dropped off after school that Friday.”
“Cool, so….the party is just...well”
“Well what? What’s going on at this party, is it a drug party or something?”
“NO, you know I don’t do that, I drink, but no drugs…It’s kind of a girls only party”
“Ohh, are you fully into girls now??????”
“Well, not fully, I like to have fun with these girls and I just think you would fit in and have fun too...and I was kind of tasked with bringing someone to the party…”
“Ohh, I see, so you’re pimping me out...hahaha. Ok, I’ll be your sex worker”
“No, what the fuck is wrong with you...you are nuts” Katie laughed. “It’s kind of a…”club”... that we started. You have to be a member of the club and it’s kind of secret so you can...indulge in various things...with...girls you know?”
“Yeah, well, you know me, I‘m up for anything. So am I joining the club, is that what you are asking me to do?”
“Yeah, kind of, you don’t really have to do much, just come and hang out and...you know… have some fun every once in a while”
“Ok, sounds cool”
“Ok, well, we have some rules in the club, I’ll send them over to you...and one of the things is, the girls in the club are kind of into watersports…”
“What, you go jet skiing and surfing?”
“Umm no, not quite...they are into...peeing...like in your pants...sometimes on each other...it sounds so dirty, if you think it’s fucked up, I’m sorry, you don’t have to come, I just thought…”
“Hey, whatever, is it fun?”
“Yeah, it is actually, I love how it feels and the girls are all fucking HOT”
“I like me a hot girl...And if they’re as hot as you...well ever better”
“I think they are all in their own ways”
“Ok, so what, you just have like one big group sex party”
“Well, it’s not like...I don’t know… you have to come and see, whatever happens...happens. Just be open minded, bring something sexy, some tight jeans, leggings, whatever”
“Hmmm, ok, I’m very intrigued Katie, very intrigued indeed”
“So...you’ve never peed in your pants?”
“Well, not on purpose, I mean, I’ve peed in my bathing suit on purpose...It’s nice I suppose” “doesn’t this get a bit...messy?”
“Yeah, but you clean up after, so what”
Mandy got up and walked into her bathroom with her phone and sat down on the toilet with her silky red panties, and said, Ok, let’s give this a try… She positioned the phone in a way that showed Katie her crotch as she sat legs spread. She relaxed and nothing quite wanted to come out. She knew she had some pee, but the panties were a bit of a mental block for her.
“Pretend you’re in the ocean… it will come”
“Hmm, show me, you do it too”
“Ok” as Katie went into her bathroom and pulled down her skin tight booty shorts, revealing her little white thong… She sat, spread her legs and pushed out a stream of hot pee, soaking the crotch instantly as the pee splashed into the toilet… She then started to rub her pussy a little bit and stood up and pulled her thong up tight and pee dripped down her leg a little bit as she wiped it with her hand as she felt it trickel down her leg.
Finally she saw the crotch of Mandy’s red panties start to go a shade darker and she heard the tell tale hissing and splash into the toilet as Mandy peed, she had her mouth open as it felt so warm and hot on her smooth pussy… “wow, ok, I can see how you like the feeling….my pussy feels so good, my ass is warm...I like the way this feels…” She stood up and pee trickled down both of her long tan legs and she just decided to walk back to her bedroom dripping wet and threw a towel down on her bed and grabbed her new vibrator and said, “ok, send me the details for next weekend, gotta go now, I’m going to have a little fun.”
“Ok babe, love you, it feels really good when you pee in leggings or jeans…”
“Haha, ok, maybe I’ll practice a little before I visit...the buzz of the vibrator started…”bye” and the screen went blank |
Recruiting “Accident”
One week before the party the group had at least one new member in Katie’s cousin Mandy. The girls decided they would take their time trying to find members for the group. Katie’s cousin Mandy kept texting her with random selfies of her in wet panties, saying that she was enjoying “practicing” for the Club Party. Without “test” driving the party to see what it was going to be like, she had sent in her initiation video, which was a super sexy video of her pissing in a pair of White Jeans and a cute little pink thong, which was the outfit that Katie convinced her to bring to the party next weekend. Mandy looked so incredible in her wet jeans and made it so sexy that it caused quite a stir in the group and Torrie and Kay mentioned how they watched it 2 or 3 times each and admitted to getting off while they watched it back.
Mandy also got permission to bring a non member guest to the event, which was a girl that was one year ahead of her that had her license that lived in neighborhood and the girls had their first girl on girl experimentation with each other and was also a bit into some crazy things herself. Her name was Sammy and she was a cute and perky little thing about 5’2” tall, flat little belly, tight ass, perfectly proportioned boobs for her size with light brown hair and lots of blonde highlights that like Niki, she liked to wear in a cute little pony tail. A little bit of a Tom boy and a great athlete in her own right, Mandy knew she would have a lot in common with the girls at the party, so when Mandy told her about the party at the Beach House Mansion with drinking, random fun with girls and no judgment, she figured why the heck not. Mandy told her to bring at least one extra change of clothes. Sammy was curious as to why, but Mandy joked and told her not to worry about it, she would find out.
Torrie, Kay, Alyssa, and Niki all decided to go to the football game the week before to watch Jules, Bri, and Cassie cheer at the game. Lizzie and Katie were also going to be coming to the game, but when they got to the game there was a lot of students there. The girls roamed around the grounds meeting up with friends and chatting, drinking sodas and having a good time. They spent some time moving around and avoiding some of the boys that were creeping on all the hot girls with their skin tight black leggings on. That seemed to be the outfit of choice for the football games. They found some seats and watched through halftime. Once halftime started, the cheerleaders came out and did their little halftime show. Once that ended, Niki expressed to the group that she really needed to pee bad and that her little bladder was full to the brim.
The girls all got up in a group and went over to the school bathrooms that were open for games and of course found a huge line of people waiting. It seemed like half the crowd decided to all get up to go to the bathroom at once. It was insane, and no less than 30 or so people waiting for the women’s rooms.
“Fuck ladies...there’s no way I am going to make it waiting in line”
Torrie exclaimed that she had an idea. “Let’s go out to the back by the softball field, there’s a stretch of woods along the softball field and it’s dark, no one will be back there, you can just pop a squat back there”
“Ok, let’s hurry or I”m going to piss my pants right here”
The girls hurried down past the stands and out into the dark path that led to the baseball and softball complex without anyone noticing. By this time the cool air was really making Niki’s small bladder ache more than it had ever ached before. As the girls made their way to the field, Niki felt spurts of warm pee filling her panties and wetting the crotch of her thick and tight black leggings.
“Fuck!... it’s coming out”
“We’re almost there…”
The girls got to the field and walked down towards the woods. As as they got over there a cool gust of wind kicked up, going right through Niki’s little frame, causing her to shiver and shudder and totally start to lose control… Hot pee jetted out into her cute little high waisted light blue panties and into her leggings, she quickly just squatted to minimize the damage as Torrie, Kay, and Alyssa watched helplessly as their friend just started to have a full blown accident. The faint hissing noise of the pee and the splatter in the grass was making Kay come around for a better look as she could make out the faint stream of pee coming from Niki’s crotch as she moaned in delight.
Suddenly, the girls heard voices coming down the path…
“Shit, someone’s coming”
Niki instinctively stood up while still peeing and the pee now quickly ran down the insides of both of her legs as she squeezed them together trying to stop, but it was no use, the pee ran down into her Ugg’s soaking her socks and pooling in her furry little calf high boots.
All of the sudden 3 girls emerged and started to make their way to the back where they were. They could make out that two girls were somewhat supporting another girl who had her hands jammed into her crotch and was a bit wobbly on her feet, as they came around the corner and saw Torrie, Kay, Niki, and Alyssa, they froze and and the girl in the middle screamed from not expecting to see anyone in the dark… and all of the sudden the girls could make out two dark shiny rivers running down the girls tight jeans, soaking both of her legs instantly and she started crying… I’m so embarrassed, I can’t believe I just peed in my pants… The other girls trying to comfort her...saying it happens, don’t worry.
The girl in the middle was a new girl to the area, a cute little red head with glasses and cute little freckles named Penny, who was one year head of the “club” girls… The other two girls were softball players that Niki wound up knowing. A cute little Asian girl with long black hair named Kimmy and a little dark skinned beauty of a Latino girl Anna.
“Hey, Niki… How’s it going?”Kimmy asked
“Ohh, good, we just...well came back here to do the same thing you were looking to do obviously…”
“Yeah, we’ll, we fed little Penny a few drinks and she’s a bit of a light weight” they chuckled. The line was so long, we decided to come down here, but I guess we weren’t the only ones and you guys scared the...piss out of little Penny”.
A few tears still made their way down Penny’s cheeks...Niki could tell she was visibly embarrassed… “Hey, I’m Niki, don’t worry, this happens to me all the time...in fact…” she grabbed Penny’s hands and guided them to the inside of her thigh. Penny could instantly feel the cold and clammy, wet feeling of Niki’s tights…
“Wait, what the...you peed your pants too”
“Yeah, I was peeing and you guys scared us and I stood up and peed into my leggings by accident. So, piss happens you see?”
All the girls had a good chuckle…as Niki and Penny stood their in their wet pants that were now cold and clammy on their legs.
“I just couldn’t wait in the line and I have a weak bladder to begin with...and well, it happens to me sometimes where I get caught a little short”
Torrie and Kay piped up and admitted that they have had plenty of accidents also, trying to make little Penny feel better...knowing that they liked to pee themselves on purpose.
As the girls stood there chatting, Kay out of no where just quickly spread her legs shoulder width apart and the girls all could hear the stream of hot liquid shooting from Kay’s Leggings.
“All the talking about peeing made me have to go...and the beauty of black leggings, no one will see…” exclaimed Kay in a mischievous way…
Torrie said “well, I might as well join the fun too” and she pulled her leggings in super close to her little smooth pussy and squatted down and the pee shot straight through her leggings and onto the ground in a sharp stream…
Kimmy and Anna just stood in amazement at what they were watching as one girl after another was peeing in front of them.
As Torrie and Kay finished peeing, Anna mentioned that she had to go pretty bad, but had never peed in front of anyone before. Torrie tried to encourage her…
“It’s ok, you are wearing black sweats, so I would suggest maybe pulling them down or they are going to be really heavy if they get wet, but you can pee through your underwear…”
“Why wouldn’t I just pull them down too?”
“Because, you can warm yourself up for a few minutes… give it a shot…”
Anna pulled down heavy black sweats revealing some cute white panties with a little pink bow on the front of them… She squatted down and begin to let the pee out into her panties… The girls could faintly see the outline of Kimmy’s ass as her panties went transparent from the pee and it made its way up her cute little but…
All of the sudden, the little Dominican knockout Anna was standing there and Kay could make hear the little gurgle of liquid and she could make out a puddle forming beneath Anna’s feet as she had her hand pressed into her crotch, getting wet with her pee…”umm, well, it looked like fun” as she stated in her little sexy accent.
Knock out Alyssa figured, well, I might as well go too. Alyssa unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, and squatted in her green cotton panties that instantly soaked up the pee rushing from her hot pussy… Her crotch felt warm and throbbed from all of the pee action that she had just witnessed, so while peeing, she pressed her hand hard into her clit to pretend she was ringing out her panties, but hoping it would give her a second or two of sexual relief, but it wasn’t working… she really wanted to leave to head home to masturbate immediately…
“Well, now we are all pee friends” Torrie Joked to the group…
“Well, I suppose so…” Anna said in her cute little Spanish accent…
“Well, I guess we should head back to the game now before we get caught back here by someone else” Kay said to the group.
The girls started to walk back, Torrie had a heavy jacket and felt bad for Penny, so she took off her sweatshirt and gave it to her to wrap around her backside and so she could cover the front with her sleeves…”here, you take this for now and wrap yourself up”.
“That’s really nice of you….umm”
“Ohh, Torrie, that’s Kay, Alyssa, and Niki”.
“I’ll bring this to school next week”
“No problem…Say, if you ladies don’t have anything going on next weekend, we are having a little “get together” with some drinks and stuff. It’s a bit of a “girls club” that we created. It will be fun if you ladies are interested in coming. It’s going to be at our friend Julianna’s ocean side mansion”.
“Ok, I think we will be there…”said Anna…
The girls exchanged numbers with each other, and said that they looked forward to seeing each other next weekend.
“Ummm, so I guess we just found 3 new potential recruits for the group, totally by “accidents”??” Niki joked…
“I see what you did there Niki…” Kay laughed and slapped her on her cold, wet, tight ass…
“Ok, let’s call and get our rides and get home…”
Torrie’s mom came to pick the girls up from the game to take them all back to Torrie’s to spend the night...The girls all got in the car to head home all in their wet black leggings and panties, unbeknownst to Torrie’s mom...until… they were about 5 minutes into the ride and the smell of pee started to waft in the air in the car…Torrie felt so uncomfortable and was praying that her Mom didn’t say anything…
“The air smells kind of funny tonight coming off the ocean, hug girls?” Torrie’s mom asked..
“Yeah, I think so, the salt water is certainly coming out on this brisk night….” Kay quipped…
“Niki whispered in Kay’s ear… salty pee….” Niki sat in between Kay and Alyssa in the back seat on the quick ride home and as they were sitting in the back, Torrie’s mom oblivious to the 4 girls in peed leggings and just driving along… bobbin her head to some music...Niki put one hand in Kay’s crotch and one in Alyssa’s crotch and started rubbing both girls with a devilish grin on her face…
It didn’t last long as they pulled into Torrie’s house…
The girls all got out and headed up to Torrie’s room to get ready to get changed and cleaned up. As they got in the door, Torrie quickly shut it behind them and started giggling quietly…”Salt Air!” “I totally thought we were going to bet buste, our pissy panties smell….like PEE!” They all laughed…
“I think it’s...me…” Niki said as she smelled her hand… She pulled down her leggings and her little blue panties had a nice yellow stain in them from her pee and they were soaked up the front and back, her legs were very clammy and wet. The other girls just had wet crotches and butts, but Niki was drenched into her socks. “So, you think our new friends will come this coming weekend?” Niki asked
“I think so” Kay answered excitedly…
Just then, Torrie got a text from Penny, thanking her for the sweatshirt, and telling her that Anna and Kimmy were able to shield her and get her inside Kimmy’s house undetected”.
“So are you with the Anna and Kimmy”
“Yes”
“So what do you guys think about next weekend” “They are texting me NOW!” Torrie told the group
A few minutes went by and then Torrie’s phone finally lit up, this time from Anna…”we will definitely be there, we discussed it and we are looking forward to it…I am wondering...will there be a chance we can…hang out for a little bit at the party cutie?”
Torrie could just hear the sexy Spanish accent in her head…
“Absolutely, I am looking forward to it!” “Guys, Anna wants to hang out with me at the party…”
“Damn girl, she’s sexy…” Niki said “Don’t get jealous Kay…” she laughed
“Why would I be jealous? Torrie can get some from anyone she wants, we’re not dating… just friends with benefits” she laughed…
“Well, I have to piss again…” Niki exclaimed
“Can we watch…” Kay asked with a sexy smile…
“Of course….”
The girls made their way into Torrie’s bathroom and Niki climbed into Torrie’s shower and stood there with her legs together…a pool of pee filled up her little triangle shaped pussy and then poured down the fronts of her legs…”so warm, that feels so much better”. She had really built up another good pee as it just drenched both of her legs in a shiny river…
“Let’s see those sexy panties again…”
Niki pulled down the pants and finished off the pee in her light blue, now see through and yellow panties. Kay climbed in next to her and put her hand on Niki’s wet crotch and felt the warm slippery wet panties and Niki’s smooth tight pussy in the wet panties and begin to re-wet her leggings with hot pee as well. Niki instantly pulled Kay’s leggings down and put her hand straight down Kay’s panties as she peed into Niki’s hand and instantly put her fingers into Kay’s large labia and started to finger her through the pee stream… Kay was in heaven as the pee pooled up in her partially pulled down leggings, her with panties totally soaked and see through….
Alyssa stood watching subconsciously rubbing her pussy, she was so ready to rub it out from the earlier action in the evening… Once Torrie realized what Alyssa was doing, she came up from behind her and wrapped her arms around Alyssa and slipped her hand into Alyssa’s leggings and begin to help get Alyssa off...Alyssa moaned quietly as the sound of Torrie’s fingers going in and out of her horny pussy started to fill the room as Niki and Kay stood in the shower feeling each other up...Niki now had her face in Kay’s huge breasts and was sucking on her nipples…
Alyssa’s eyes were closed as Torrie slid over and rubbed her crotch on Alyssa’s leg while she fingered Alyssa’s clit into pure, sheer and utter explosion of delight...As Alyssa shuddered with the pleasure, she was holding her hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t scream… “pee Lyss…” without even answering, she spread her legs and released hot pee into her leggings that shot up her butt and onto Torrie’s leg...simultaneously Torrie ground her pussy against Alyssa’s leg and released her own pee… there now was a mixed puddle of pee on the bathroom floor that Torrie and Lyss were standing in…
Torrie worked her way around to the front of Lyss, grabbed her hand and guided Alyssa to show her how to rub Torrie’s pussy, which Alyssa hadn’t done before...but really loved the feeling of Torrie’s little tulip shaped pussy… She finished Torrie off… and then they joined Kay and Niki in the shower to wash off…
All 4 girls rubbed their naked bodies together, and washed each other down with body wash, washed each other’s hair, and got a little bit more making out in while taking turns under the water… Kay decided she was going to joke around and sprayed pee from her pussy all over Torrie’s leg while they were standing waiting for the water…. “Ummm, dirty little bitch..it felt good though”
Once all the girls were done, they were thinking, man, what kind of craziness where they in for next weekend????????????????? |
First Club Event - Part 1
The following Saturday came and the first official WYP Club Event was upon the group… Guests cute Asian Kimmy, ginger Penny, and sexy Dominican goddess Anna all confirmed that they would be attending. Mandy mentioned that she would be bringing her friend Sammy with her, promising that the girls would not be disappointed to have her as a guest… in fact, she warned that Sammy might work her way through the entire group of girls that night, that’s how insatiable she can be…She was also going to be bringing some “toys” for the girls to play with...
Jules and Bri and Cassie were getting the house all set up… Lizzie showed up early also with her stash of alcohol for the party...lots of beer, a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of tequila...Lizzie’s sister told the girls to be careful and not get too out of control and to call her if there were any emergencies….
Torrie and Kay were getting ready to head over to the party as they were all dressed up in their outfits and brought some extra clothes in case they needed to change. Alyssa and Niki both had their stuff packed up and were catching a ride with each other to the party like Torrie and Kay were…
Katie was at home waiting for Mandy and Sammy to come pick her up. Riley came into Katie’s room while she was waiting and asked if she could come along with them as she really wanted to hang out with Mandy too. No, I’m sorry, you can’t come with me to this party. We’ll be back in time for Mandy to spend some time with us…”
“Come on, I never get to do anything fun… I asked mom and she said I could go with you guys...come on, I know all your friends...what are you doing that I can’t come along????”
“You just can’t, things are going to go on that I don’t want you to do”
“What, drink, smoke pot?? Come on.. I’ve drank with the cheerleaders already”
“WHAT? Really?”
“Yeah, so what, come on”. “What are you going to do...you’re going to lez out with other girls???”
“Wait, what??? What the fuck is happening here”
“Come on Katie, I know you hook up with other girls all the time, I don’t care… I’ve….done it too”
“Well...I guess we learn something new about each other every day…”
“Come on, I want to hang out with you and Mandy, let me come….please????”
“Uggh, ok, but you have to promise that you can’t tell anyone what happens at this party or you will be in big fucking trouble...got it!”
“Of course, I would never tell anyone anything… like the fact that you masturbate 3 times a day and pee in your pants…”
“What the fuck...do you know everything I do??? Do you have a camera in my room???”
“No, but I hear your vibrator though the wall, it’s thin you know.. and you left your wet pants sitting right on top of your laundry basket with you came home a couple of weeks ago, I had to come in to borrow paper for my printer and you were sleeping and your soaked jeans were sitting on the top…so I threw them in the wash for you so you didn’t get caught if mom came in the room, not that she would give a shit, but I didn’t want you to get embarrassed or anything”.
“Wow, I appreciate that… thanks Rye… that was sweet of you, I got a little out of control last weekend and peed in my pants when I got home. I guess you can be trusted enough to come”
“Thanks sis, I promise I won’t be in your way at all”
Katie texted the group and made it seem like she was stuck bringing Riley to the party, and Riley knew the rules and such and would be fine...none of the girls had any complaints and all liked her a lot, plus she was blonde and beautiful like Katie… and Mandy looked forward to seeing her other cousin as well…
Sammy got to Mandy’s house to pick her up with a large Starbucks for each of them… both girls loaded the car… and drank some of their large iced coffees...and then got on the road for the hour drive down south. The girls were laughing and listening to music and cruising along for about 30 minutes. Both girls quickly finished their tall iced coffees in that first 30 minutes. Mandy started to wish she had peed before she left the house as she kind of had to go, but not enough… now she started to feel the need to pee. As they came up to the one main road they needed to get on for the rest of the trip, they turned on and about 2 minutes on the road, traffic started to slow...and stop…
“Ughh,this sucks Sammy… I have to pee”
“Yeah, I do too… I kind of had to pee when we got started and the coffee is going right through me…”
“Shit, ME TOO!”
“Fuck… this is going to suck”
Mandy opened up her maps program and realized there was a reported traffic accident and one lane closed with a 5 mile back up. Estimated time to their destination...1 hour and 30 minutes to go what should only take another 20 minutes”
“Bad news...90 minutes to Jules’s house Sammy”
“Fuck...that’s not good, there’s not even any rest stops at this point any more that we can pull off on”
“Nope…”
Sammy sat rubbing her legs together in her little tight jeans…. and jamming her free hand down into her crotch to rub and hold her pussy. Mandy did the same, wearing her tight white jeans that her cousin Katie told her would be super sexy for the party. Cars inched along slowly down the highway...time seemed like an eternity…as Torrie watched the map and the GPS location and agonized at how little distance they seemed to be gaining.
“I’m not sure I’m going to make it much further…I may have to pull over and pee on the side of the road Mandy”.
“We can’t pull over in front of all of these cars, there’s no cover at all”
“True…”
“Well, listen, if you have to pee...just pee…no one will care if you show up with wet jeans...in fact...what I didn't tell you is that my cousin Katie kind of got me hooked up with this group of girls that all like to fool around with each other...and...well… they like to pee…”
“Ohhh, umm.. interesting...not sure I can hear you talking about peeing right now” Sammy laughed… “so they?”
“Yeah, they like to pee in their pants, pee with each other, on each other, make out. It’s kind of sexy and feels good when you pee in your pants. I’ve actually come to quite like the feeling of the hot pee and it makes it amazing to masturbate in, it’s so smooth on my clit when I pee and rubbing it out with a full bladder...holy shit, nothing like it, when you orgasm, you just lose control and piss everywhere…”
“Ohhh my…. You’re making me really want to just lose control right now. I don’t want to pee on the seat though.”
“So what, it’s leather, it’s not going to ruin the seat, we will just wipe it down with towels after we get there. Just...let some go...you’ll see…” Mandy was now trying to egg Sammy on to pee so she could watch her getting wet, getting more and more turned on by the idea of seeing her little hot friend get all soaking wet in her pee in her car seat…
Sammy was trying so hard to hold, not quite sure she was ready to full out piss herself on purpose in her car, that she loved dearly. Sammy slid her hand down and unbuttoned her jeans to try to relieve some of the pressure on her aching bladder. As she unbuttoned her jeans, her cute white panties peaked out from the top, and surprisingly, undoing the button, had about the opposite effect and cause her to relax a little too much...
“Shit….I just leaked...my underwear is drenched right now…”
Mandy peaked over, jamming her hand into her crotch trying to hold her own pee in from exploding out of her. She rubbed her pussy hard to keep the pee in while reaching over and pulling Sammy’s legs apart to peak at her crotch…
“Hey, I’m driving” as Sammy’s legs bounced up and down furiously trying to hold…as she was grinding her hips forward and backward in the seat, trying to use her tight jeans to help push against her pussy to hold along with her hand as she whimpered slightly in the seat, eyes watering from the pain of her bladder, the more she moved back and forth, the more she was actually just full out masturbating in the seat to try not to pee as her pussy throbbed through the cute outline of her now puffy pussy lips. “Hey Sammy….”
“Yeah...sorry, I’m trying to concentrate on the road”
“So I see...the lady in the car next to us is staring over at you” she laughed as her own bladder ached…
Sammy instinctively looked over and gave the lady a head nod and a smile through her grimace of pain..
“Just relax and let it out…” Mandy reached down again and pulled on the inside of Sammy’s thigh to expose a better look at Sammy’s crotch that how had a large visible wet spot on it….She slipped her hand over Sammy’s pussy and lifted up on Sammy’s pussy to open it up…”Ohh shit Mandy....I’m going to...I’m…” Sammy just felt her body go numb, she moved over to the shoulder, stopped and threw the car in park...She shuddered and Mandy felt her hand go hot and get wet with a huge shiny wet patch and as Sammy pressed her legs together instinctively, the pee ran down her thighs like a river and made a bit pool on the top of her legs around her crotch, soaking the pee all the way up to to her waist in the front and the back…
“Spread your legs open and just let it happen”
Hissing came from Sammy’s crotch as her jeans tinted yellow from her coffee pee...and it smelled like coffee too. “Fuck Mandy, I’m soaked” Pee rushed out of Sammy’s pussy in a river, sploshing out onto the floor in all directions of her seat. “Fuck...I can’t even say I’m upset...it...feels...so...fucking...good right now to piss...Holy FUCK!, I Pissed my pants!!! IN MY CAR”
Cars slowly creeped by peering over at their stopped car on the shoulder… Sammy’s legs were spread wide now as Mandy looked on in excitement at the lake of piss that Sammy had in her seat...Sammy’s pee stream died down as the smells of piss and coffee filled the car.. She lifted her ass up and it dripped as if she had gotten out of a tub of water in her jeans…”shit, this is going to be uncomfortable to sit in”
Mandy now realizing she was at her breaking point also
“Yeah, well, I hate to tell you this...but I’m totally about to do the same thing in my seat also...if it makes you feel any better….”
“Sure, why the hell not” Sammy laughed…”The car is already a mess, you’re helping me clean it”
“I promise, we will clean it as soon as we get there”
Sammy looked down and saw a big wet yellow stain forming on Many’s tight white jeans as the pee ran down the front of the seat onto the rubber car mat. Mandy moaned in relief as the pee soaked neatly around her ass and soaked the back of her thighs in a hot yellow river of pee...Sammy looked over in amazement as she had never really seen anyone piss themselves in front of her, and now sitting in her own piss puddle, she watched as the pee stain slowly made its way down Mandy’s legs in the seat and continued splashing onto her floor…
Mandy peeked over at Sammy with a sheepish grin, “let’s get back into traffic and get going before someone comes to the window and sees us sitting in hot piss”
“Shit, yeah!” Sammy first reached over and grabbed a feel of Mandy’s piss soaked jeans... Let me see your butt” Sammy lifted her ass off the seat out of the puddle and you could see through her jeans and the outline of her pink thong under and her ass cheeks through the wet jeans…”that looks kind of sexy…” I wish I could just get in your pants right now…
“In time my dear...let’s get there first”
The girls pulled out, now relieved from their little “pee break”
As they made their way traffic finally started to break up and that 90 minutes later, they finally pulled into Julianna’s Driveway. Mandy texted Katie to tell her she needed a little bit of help and to bring some towels if possible, explaining the traffic Jam and the “Pre party pee”...
Katie and Riley came out with Lizzie to help the girls get their stuff with some towels that Jules lent them.
Sammy and Mandy, the last to arrive in the early afternoon, stepped out of the car...Dripping in pee..
“Holy fucking shit…” Riley exclaimed… “that’s a...WOW!” Riley stared at Mandy’s hot little friend Sammy who was soaked to the bone in her pee. “Hi, I”m Sammy...and I peed myself...from what I understand, I’ll be fitting in today…
“Well, I guess you guys got the party started early” Katie laughed at both girls.
The girls helped get the car as cleaned up as possible, spraying it with cleaner and wiping the seats and leaving the mats out to dry, which caught most of the pee so it didn’t hit the carpet.
The girls made their way inside to find some of the other girls hanging out near the indoor pool and some around the gaming area all chatting it up..
They made their introductions to the rest of the group and Jules quickly handed the girls each a beer and said to make themselves at home… The only major ground rule was no peeing on carpets, if you make a mess clean it up, and if you are “playing” with someone in bed later, please don’t pee in the bed without taking one of the plastic sheeting that she had, which was basically a large plastic tarp that would cover the bed…
“Damn girl, you thought of everything”
“YEP, I definitely did. You want to...Change out of your wet jeans girls?” Jules asked…
Sammy started to speak and was cut off by Mandy…”in a few minutes...we’ll just sit over on these plastic chairs for now and just get acclimated to the party…”
All the girls stared at the two hot sexy new girls that had entered the group in their fully pissed jeans…
“Tor...this is going to be one hell of a party” Kay leaned in and exclaimed…
“Yep…”
Niki chimed in…”yes it is…they are already not disappointing, in fact, they are more amazing than I can believe..."
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First Club Event - Part 2
As all of the girls were there for the first party, Jules got everyone together in the game room / bar area of her palatial estate on the ocean.
“Well everyone, this I guess is the official welcome and start to our day...or night….or...weekend...whatever you want to call it. Everyone is welcome to stay as long as they want during the day tomorrow. I just ask that you all treat my house like it’s yours, I can’t have evidence left around that I had 20 people over, she chuckled. I gave most of you the rules of keeping things clean after yourself. If you happen to be using a guest room, I have these plastic sheets that you can put down to keep things “clean” and these washable covers to put on them also. Many of you here are guests of our first little club event and we are excited to have you here. We started this little girls only club because we are all growing to like having some private...fun… so to speak that we don’t want to tell to certain people, or they may not understand it, so we created a club that we can share in this secret fun with each other….and it’s going to be FUN!. For those of you that are not members of the club, here is a little sheet of our rules and we would love for you to be permanent members of the club of course.” Jules handed each girl a sheet with the rules. Sammy, Anna, Kimmy, and Penny all took a look at the rules…
Sammy took out a fresh $20 from her little clutch purse and said, get me a pen to sign the member form and I’m in. The other 3 guest girls all did the same and agreed they wanted to be a part of the unique “social club” as that’s what they were here for, some fun”.
“Great, we are happy to have you all on board” I’ll add you all to the group chat and you can all upload your initiation videos by sometime next week! NOW, let’s have some fun and enjoy the weekend!”
Sammy and Mandy still in their soaking wet jeans decided they would go find a place to put all of their stuff and get changed. They asked Jules to bring them to the appropriate spot, so Jules, Katie and Riley all followed to one of the mansion’s 6 guest bedrooms with their bags and some supplies. Mandy pulled out a bag of “toys” and handed it to Jules and said “I brought some fun things for the girls to “play” with later, everyone is welcome to take whatever they want. gifts for the party so to speak”.
“Soooo” Katie asked… “Tell us about the car ride down…”
Mandy and Sammy laughed…. “Well, it wasn’t really planned for fun or for us to make a grand entrance to a bunch of girls I don’t really know yet” Sammy laughed… “Fucking traffic, lots’ of iced coffee and not being able to hold it, that’s about what happened to us”
Sammy and Mandy stripped out of their wet Jeans and Jules told them where they could take them and rinse them and put them in the dryer for a little bit if they wanted to still “use them” later. Absolutely Mandy exclaimed, would love to just dry these off. They’re already pretty much not going to be able to be worn for much other than peeing in, she laughed, and that’s what I brought them for! Mandy for the time being just slipped on a pair of little tight jeans shorts that she pulled from her bag right over her wet thong. “What, no sense of changing panties”. Sammy changed and put on a new pair of fresh old jeans that were a little shredded around the fronts of the thighs and near her crotch area, they made a V cut around her cute little package, almost like some tiny jeans shorts built into the jeans that sexily exposed her inner thighs and would almost let her panties peak out if she wasn’t careful and she put on a nice sexy pair of high cut, but full back sexy little white panties and headed to the wash.
The girls returned to the party area where everyone was drinking and telling stories and chatting. Niki and Alyssa were chatting with Anna, Penny, and Kimmy. Kay decided to exclaim that she was going to get the party going and declared that for the rest of the night on, no one was to use a “real bathroom” the bathroom is always with you… Kay’s nipples were hard as a rock as she stood in front of the girls in a pair of light blue, but super tight, cotton leggings that were a little thicker than regular leggings, but not quite sweats, but hugged her curves beautifully in every single way...She spread just a little it, but still the leggings were pulled up into her nice thick pussy lips, showing her faint camel toe... suddenly her crotch filled with a pool of pee and it quickly jetted down both of her legs, curving around the front and the backs of her legs, up her butt crack a bit, and down to her ankles. It was warm and glorious as she stood there soaking her pants in front of everyone… The girls watched in amazement as the perfectly curvy and always fun dark haired Kay was soaked. Kay was always one that the girls liked to gravitate to because she always had this look to her that even though she wasn’t always the hottest, she always looked like the most fun and everyone wanted to get their hands on her boobs. Kay did this in hopes to snuff out her first bit of fun for the late afternoon… who was going to bite she thought in her head...hopefully someone...I just pissed myself sexily in front of everyone.. Someone wants to come and join me…
“Damn girl, that looked like it felt amazing as Bri walked up behind her and slapped her wet ass” Bri, our other sexy curvy and overly bubbly fun girl, walked by in her sexy looking light gray leggings and grabbed Kay’s hand and led her away from the group towards the large patio that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. Let’s take a little walk and chat…They made their way outside to some nice outdoor furniture that had a ring of gas fired, fire pits going that warmed the fall mid afternoon air, even though it was a relatively nice day for late fall, the heat from the fire pits was lovely as they sat on one of the larger wicker love seats next to each other. Bri removed the comfy pillows so Kay’s wet pants didn’t make them wet, even though they were probably ok for getting wet, they wanted to be respectful. As the girls sat down, Kay noticed Bri’s rock hard nipples poking through Bri’s shirt, as Bri was pretty stacked herself, not to Kay level, but still impressive.. “I see you get the obvious “high beams look” also..” Kay chucked…
“Yeah, curse of our big boobs and huge nipples I guess. You can’t control them, you can only hope to contain them” the girls laughed… as they watched the sun start to make its late afternoon decent down into the horizon.
Bri leaned over and started to rub Kay’s large breasts gently over her shirt, made her way down Kay’s stomach, and towards her wet crotch… top of Kay’s wet pants were a bit cold and as she slid her hand in between Kay’s legs, she could feel the warmth of her pussy as Kay spread her legs open slightly. She relaxed and let Bri’s fingers caress her pussy. Kay purposely pushed to see if she could warm up her crotch even more and add some pee to them...and she got a pretty nice jet of pee to warm up Bri’s hand.
“Ohhh, that was nice” Bri quickly slipped her hands inside Kay’s waistband and started rubbing her wet light blue cotton panties that were soaked and kay’s smooth pussy was warm and slippery from the hot pee in her pants. The girls made out, kissed and fondled each other for a while and Bri stood up and gave Kay a sneak peak of her light grey cotton panties that seemed to match her sexy leggings…
“How about you get those sexy pants wet.”
“Hmm, how would you like me to wet them…”
“Come sit on my lap”
“That sounds so dirty… as Bri sat on Kays lap and they both looked at the waves crashing in the ocean. Kay slipped her hands around Bri’s waste and then moved up to rub Bri’s hard nipples...Just then, she heard a bit of a gurgle and a hiss and then felt the warmth spread across the tops of her legs, her waist and her pussy as Bri’s pee soaked her already wet pants with fresh hot pee. Kay moved her hand down to her crotch and rubbed it gently as the pee raced out of Bri’s pussy… Kay filled her hand with the pee and brought it up the front of Bri’s leggings and almost to her belly button and let it cascade back down Bri’s front and went back to rubbing all in one swift motion...Bri was moaning intensely as Kay hit all the right spots… as the pee stream seemed to die down, Bri shuddered and screeched...and Kay knew she had gotten Bri off just right as they sat and watched the waves crash.
Back inside, a small sub group of Katie, Riley, Sammy, and Mandy all sat around drinking and catching up and having fun. Jules, Cassie and Lizzie joined the group, intrigued by the New girls and what they were all about…
Alyssa, Niki, Kimmy, Anna, Penny and Torrie, all sat out near the heated pool house talking about their experience from the game and how they all came together by that chance encounter. Bri and Kay made their way into the nice warm heated pool area and joined the crew.
“Looks like you too had a little fun” Niki smirked.
“Maybe…what are you guys talking about?” Kay asked inquisitively
Torrie spoke up saying, “I was just showing the girls all about the different websites online that there are with girls peeing their pants to show them it’s done quite a bit more than people like to admit”.
“Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but seeing all these sites and hearing the water from the pool, I can’t really hold it anymore” Niki stood up, showing off her tight little soccer body in a pair of tight white leggings that like everything she wore, hugged her tight ass and little pussy in such a way that just turned everyone’s head to stare. As she stood up, you could make out a small visible wet patch around her little V shaped pussy that had already formed. She took a deep breath and partially spread her legs and a faint yellow stream of pee poured down both legs and quickly turned her leggings semi transparent as a nice puddle formed around her feet as the rest of the girls stood watching as Niki’s cute little pony tail seemed to just bounce with joy as she peed down her legs. When she finished, she pushed her hand down to her crotch to feel the leggings and also rub her clit a little so she could get a few seconds of pleasure. Torrie who sat near by on the ground in her tight peeing jeans that she brought special for the occasion, spread her legs open and lifted her knees in towards her chest, leaned back with her hands behind her and let go herself. “I’m peeing…” she happily exclaimed. Pee glistened in her crotch and ran down her cute ass, creating a nice large puddle beneath her. Like Niki, she wasn’t quite as subtle with the feeling of her crotch as the escaped, she unbuttoned her jeans and exposed her white cotton panties and thrust her hand down her jeans and rubbed her clit through her panties as the pee ran through her fingers. She went to town, rubbing furiously and within a few moments, she had an earth shattering orgasm in front of the group of girls. Doing it in front of the group turned her on so much after watching Niki pee, that it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She had almost seemed to slump over in sheer exhaustion after. Part may have been that she was also a little tipsy from the beer she had also, but nevertheless, she was in total ecstasy as she sat in her puddle of pee.
Kay sat and whispered over to Bri and said, this is where we just watch the show. Both girls had grabbed a towel to wrap around them to warm up their pee soaked legs and Kay was gently rubbing her pussy as she sat back and watched.
Lyss went over and sat near Kay and Bri and leaned into them and said…”wow, did you see what Torrie just did” I don’t know how she can do that, I mean… I know there’s no judgement, but she’s so free”. Kay and Bri both agreed that it was super hot.
“Surely someone else wants to join in on the fun” Torrie exclaimed as she was now recovering from her orgasm and still feeling like she needed to not only pee more, but she was still feeling incredibly horny.
Sexy little Anna stood up, she was wearing tight pink jeans that hugged her nice muscular legs and sexy butt, her long dark hair flowing…”I always want to walk and pee my pants care free...and see what people think as I go by them…” she said in her sexy little accent...As she walked up and down the side of the pool area like a runway, strutting and making sexy faces...She began to pee as she was walking, the pee was running down both legs in a shiny wet river, splashing out around her ankles as she left a trail of pee behind her. Her butt was starting to soak in the pee as it ran up her round Latina ass...Making her super sexy as she walked back and forth a few times. She stopped in front of the girls and did a little twerk actually throwing a few droplets of pee towards Torrie as she sat still on the ground with her hands in her crotch, she then reached up and grabbed Anna’s ass...Anna shrieked in laughter. “How was that ladies???” “HOT” Kay and Torrie quipped at the same time like they were on the same wavelength… Everyone laughed…
Kimmy was wearing a tight little mini skirt and had her legs crossed tightly as she bobbed her knees up and down… Alyssa could tell that she was a bit shy, but definitely wanted to pee. She looked over at Penny, also bobbing her legs up and down and she had her hand inconspicuously between her legs, trying to hold the pee back as she was still a little shy to pee in front of the rest of the girls also.
Tall goddess Alyssa was wearing a pair of sweats, but stood up and pulled them down to reveal a little skin tight pair of silky white soccer shorts that hugged her pussy and ass in all the right spots, and a little pair of white cotton panties under them. She walked over to Penny and Kimmy and grabbed them both by the hand and stood in front of them…”It’s ok, I was the shy one of the group also, but I’ve learned to just relax and not be so uptight about things.” She stood in front of both girls holding their hands and spread her legs and pee gushed from her sexy shorts and ran through them and down to the concrete and splashed up...rivulets of pee ran down the insides of her legs and she took both girls hands and put them on her inner thighs to feel her hot pee...Instantly she could hear a spattering and Penny’s little blue jeans start to go dark as she sat in her chair and the pee ran down the backs of both of her legs and onto the ground...Her damn had broken as Alyssa peeing made her lose it instantly. Kimmy’s hand pushed up further into Alyssa’s crotch and slid her shorts over to the side to feel Alyssa’s wet panties that were completely see through and dripping with hot pee.. Kimmy hiked up her skirt and spread her legs and instantly soaked her cute little pink panties. The pee pooled up in her plastic chair, the same as it did for penny and ran down onto the ground. Alyssa looked down and pulled both girls out of their chairs and said, let’s see those wet butts...As pee dripped from Penny’s jeans and now made its way a bit further down her legs. The back of Kimmy’s skirt was soaked from sitting in her pee puddle and her panties dripped and the pee ran down her legs…
Torrie felt her crotch go hot as she let out more pee and came to another screeching orgasm, the girls all turned their heads and laughed as she smiled…
Kay and Bri, who had been sitting back watching the show, both stood up and walked over to Torrie who was sitting on the ground and stood over her and were pretending like they were going to help her up and then both just spread their legs and peed right in front of her, down their already wet leggings, the pee soaked down around Torrie’s puddle...Then they picked her up...Kay and Bri took their shirts off and grabbed Torrie and picked her up off the ground and swung her into the pool fully clothed. Torrie came up and was in disbelief that they tossed her in the pool, but the water was lovely… it was like bathwater… Then Bri and Kay cannon balled in, in front of her…
“You guys have to come in.. it’s so nice and you can rinse the pee out of your clothes in here” Kay exclaimed.
The other girls made their way into the pool in their bras and wet pants, rinsing off and enjoying the nice warm pool water. Niki and Lyss might as well have been naked with their see through clothing clinging to every bit of their bodies…
Jules noticed from the gaming and bar area, where you could see to the pool the girls all in the pool frolicking about, swimming and she could make what looked like Bri and Kay and Torrie huddled in a corner of the pool, possibly making out...She smiled devilishly. “Looks like we have a pool pee party happening out there”
“Rye, why don’t you go see what’s going on out there and report back for Jules” Katie exclaimed.
“I guess you’re trying to kick me out…”
“No...maybe...you know, it’s weird having you in here if I want to ...discuss things…”
“Sure... I understand... as she felt her heart sink as if she wasn’t wanted...I should have just stayed home like you told me to…”
Lizzie sensing Riley’s sadness grabbed her by the hand…and whisked her away...Common, they look like they are having some fun, let’s go check it out, I’ll come with you, besides, I have to pee really bad and a dip in the pool looks like a lot of fun right now”
Lizzie and Riley entered the pool area with the rest of the girls, seeing all the wet spots around the outside of the pool deck…
“Looks you ladies are having some fun in here…” Lizzie turns heads with her sexy body everywhere and all the girls spotted her immediately as she came in with a pair of little sexy jeans shorts and a sexy top…
“You guys have pee for us!” Torrie shouted up…
“That’s fine with me..” as Lizzie stood in front of the pool she turned her back to the group and piss shot up the back of her tight shorts and down both legs, glistening as it cascaded down… She took off her sexy top while peeing and stood in her bra to get ready to rinse off in the water...Riley who had on a pair of tight black leggings stood in front of Lizzie and also started to pee. Lizzie could make out the glistening pee running down both of Riley’s legs in a river… She quickly moved aside so the other girls could see… and they all cheered for her. Riley’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but also relief as she didn't really want to admit she had to pee in front of her sister. Her white panties were soaked underneath her pants. Lizzie playfully pulled the front of Riley’s leggings out and peaked in...Sexy when wet...She grabbed Lizzie and pulled her into the pool with her to join the rest of the girls…
Meanwhile, inside...as soon as Lizzie and Riley left, Katie spread her legs open and arched her back and closed her eyes, and started to piss a torrent into her little black leggings that hugged her tiny waist and cute little pussy… the pee dripped down her thong and all around her ass.. It was glorious… she placed her hand down her pants and rubbed for some relief…”Fuck...I couldn’t wait for her to leave”
“Ahh, forget she’s hear” Cassie said...Lizzie will keep her entertained the rest of the evening…
Sammy gazed intently at Katie’s wet leggings and showed her cute little white panties from inside her ripped jeans...Sammy just sat and released a huge wave of pee that shot out the ripped areas and pooled quickly around her ass and quickly soaked her panties, almost exposing her cute pussy through the sides of her jeans… Mandy seeing what was going on, jammed her hand down into the side of Sammy’s jeans, and started rubbing her pussy as more hot pee came out.. Katie slid over and put her hand inside the other side of Sammy’s jeans… and started doing the same as Sammy’s hot pee filled Katie and Mandy’s hand...Both Katie and Mandy started to kiss Sammy and all 3 girls started touching tongues… and moaning as Sammy reached over to rub both Mandy and Katie...
Cass and Jules watched on in amazement over what just escalated from 0 to 100 really fast...There was a lot of sexual tension riding from their conversations and it was in full force make out...The front of Sammy’s jeans were drenched, her ass was soaked and the Katie and Mandy pulled her down onto the floor… Mandy straddled Sammy’s body on the ground and grinding her pussy into Sammy… Warm pee started to fill Mandy’s jeans and spread across Sammy’s front and even soaking into her shirt.. Katie slipped her hand under Mandy’s ass and felt the back of Mandy’s tight pussy that was soaking with hot wet piss as it spread down both of Mandy’s inner legs and across Sammy’s body… Sammy moaned with pleasure….
Jules and Cass watched in amazement at what they were watching… “Cass...is Katie feeling up her cousin??”
“Yep...she sure is…in fairness, if she was my cousin, I would feel her up too…” She laughed.
“Touche…”
“I can hear you bitches talking about me…” Katie laughed...I’m right here… and for the record...we’re not blood cousins...everyone thinks we are, but she’s adopted…”
Mandy smiled as she continued to grind on Sammy and get felt up from behind…
Sammy still laying on the ground waved her arms over to Cassie and Jules...Come and join in...I want that nice round bubble butt in my face and Jules, I want to see what’s going on inside those tight little cotton shorts…
Mandy got up and positioned Cassie so that she straddled Sammy’s body with her butt facing Sammy in the 69 position… Cassie ground her pussy into Sammy’s tits and started to feel Sammy’s wet pussy through her jeans, feeling a combination of Sammy and Mandy’s pee. Sammy reached up and grabbed two big handfuls of Cassie’s ass and massaged her gently and slid down to feel her thick pussy from behind… and then the warmth came out and spread all over Sammy’s white shirt… hot yellow pee spread across her warming her upper body. Her hair was now soaked in a pee puddle as well as she soaked in Cassie’s warm yellow piss through Cassie’s skin tight yellow leggings...She rubbed Cassie’s pussy hard as Cassie rubbed Sammy’s and then she jammed her face into Cassie’s pissed leggings and tasted Cassie’s peed leggings...both girls rubbed furiously and Sammy orgasmed… shuddering and moaning...and squirting warm liquid into her panties...Cassie was caught a little off guard with that and was proud of herself as Sammy had stopped from behind…
Cassie got up and turned around to see her handy work…
“Holy shit girl, you made me cum like I don’t know what” Sammy exclaimed...
Jules, in her little tight cotton shorts then replaced Cassie on Sammy, as she sat to straddle Sammy, her shorts instantly soaked up pee that was all over Sammy’s shirt and jeans...turning the white cotton crotch wet and yellow and she hadn’t even peed yet..
Sammy sat up and pulled Jules down on top of her and grabbed Jules ass and started to feel it up and moved quickly inside her shorts to feel a pair of damp silky panties…pee… she ordered Jules...as she rubbed her pussy and made Jules moan loudly with pleasure… Katie came in behind Jules and started feeling her pussy from behind like she had done to Mandy...and Jules was just in heaven, as Mandy came around the front of her and started to feel Jules perky breasts...Cass and Mandy slid Jules shirt off to expose her breasts as she sat there in her white cotton shorts soaked with everyone else’s pee…
Finally after being a bit pee shy, but also trying to concentrate from all of the sexual stimulation she was getting from 3 different directions...She peed..soaking her shorts thoroughly….Cassie begin working on Sammy’s crotch again as the other girls brought Jules to an earth shattering climax…Jules collapsed down onto Sammy’s chest and the two girls locked lips and kissed to relax…
After a few minutes of gaining their composers...the girls cleaned up the lake of pee on the floor...Sammy was drenched from head to toe, not a dry spot on her, including her hair, that was soaked in pee… “well girls, I’ve done just about everything with my body...but that was amazing…” Sammy exclaimed. “I think we need to go rinse off with the the rest of the girls…”
As the rest of the girls made their way to the pool area, they all stopped and stared at Sammy, who was dripping from head to toe...and without saying a word, Sammy just dropped into the pool… followed by the other girls…
This was just the start of the early evening...what other shenanigans were yet to come?? Stay tuned… Part 3 in the works... |
First Club Event - Part 3
After the impromptu pool party, snacks, food, and lots more drinks and liquids, all of the girls had changed into night clothes and moved over a fun room in the large spalling mansion that was a bit of a home theater with comfy couches and chairs, leather beanbag chairs and lots of space to just huddle up and relax and unwind. The girls decided that they would watch a horror movie trilogy, and play a drinking game with it, with every time someone got “killed” take a drink, someone in the room screamed, take a drink, etc. etc. They had lots of rules and decided to bring in pillows and sleeping bags and some air mattresses and all the girls would have a big sleepover in the room together. They moved all of the throw rugs out of the room and covered the couches and chairs with the plastic and some sheets to make them more comfortable and not feel like you were sitting on plastic like you would have seen back in the 50’s and 60’s, but it worked and it was to protect from any...accidents, because one of the other rules, everyone had to stay in the room for the duration of the night, so everyone was encouraged to make one more regular bathroom trip… and the rest of the night, you were confined to the movie room until the morning, so if you wanted to stay dry, you had better empty out before the first movie started. The first rounds of laundry were pretty much done and the girls settled into their slumber party area for the evening.
The girls gathered lots of blankets and pillows and got themselves comfortable for the night, everyone used the bathroom to prepare their bladders for the rest of the night and got ready for the evening ahead into the morning and had a fresh stack of navy blue towels in the corner of the room for cleaning up the floor when needed. There was even a little designated area in the corner of the room with a small plastic tarp as well.
Most of the girls wore tiny little cotton bed shorts, leggings, tight cami tops with no bras, and cotton or silky panties. Alyssa wore her sexy little silky pajama shorts and top that she used for her initiation video, Katie had on a slinky and short silky night gown and a pair of high cut panties that weren’t a thong, but a nice v cut in the back, that showed off a lot of ass. Niki had on a tiny pair of white cotton shorts that were like a 2nd pair of underwear. Kay had her signature white leggings. Mandy and Sammy wore matching pink cotton short shorts. Kimmy, Penny, and Anna all had on black cotton leggings. Jules and Bri, light gray cotton leggings that they used for their initiation video. Lizzie had on a pair of skin tight little light blue spandex shorts and matching color panties that showed a pretty incredible outline of her lower half, certainly leaving nothing to the imagination. Riley had on a pair of her tight black cheerleading spandex shorts as she was a gymnast also, it was one of her old pairs that she loved using for sleeping in and playing around… Finally, Cassie had on a pair of light colored, skin tight jeggings (leggings that looked like jeans in case you aren’t sure). She loved the way they fit and felt and loved the idea that they looked like jeans and made her cute bubbly ass look amazing.
The girls settled in with their snacks and drinks and started watching their first movie in the “Child’s Play” Horror series with the creepy Chucky, the Killer doll. As the first movie went on, the girls drank, screamed and laughed and had a good time while filling up their bladders. Niki had decided to gravitate over towards Riley, who both seemed to have opened the flood gates on having to go to the bathroom about every 20 minutes since their initial fun and they occupied a large 2 person leather beanbag chair, positioned on the floor in front of the large TV and huddled up under a nice warm blanket. Niki could feel Riley was shifting back and forth under the blanket trying to find a way that she could lean and relieve pressure from her bladder that was starting to ache. She knew that once she peed, the rules were you were like that for the rest of the night, so she was trying to make it as long as she could.
“You ok” Niki whispered…
“Yeah, just trying to get comfortable…well, I have to pee pretty bad right now too and I’m trying not to get us both soaked at once…”
“Well, you just do whatever you need to… Niki almost encouraging Riley to pee in the chair. You can always go over in the corner of the room over there and pee on the tarp if you really want to, but I really don’t care”
“Ok, well…I’ll let you know”.
Sammy and Lizzie were sitting right behind them and started to tease Riley, making water sounds and gulping their drinks, and trying to encourage her mind that she couldn’t hold it any more. Riley giggled with the teasing and Niki reached over to put her hand on her leg and realized she had both hands jammed into her crotch holding and was starting to rock in the chair. Something happened in the movie that made a few of the girls screech and made Riley jump and start to release a bit… Warm pee soaked her two hands for a second as she moaned… Niki realized what was happening and pulled her one hand over to her and held it and whispered, it’s ok, just let it go, we will be fine, we will get a towel and wipe off after. All of the sudden Niki could feel her ass getting warm as Riley’s hot piss filled their indentation of the beanbag chair and decided that she too would take the opportunity to let go… both of their pee now mixing into a puddle that started to drip off the sides of the chair. “Don’t worry Rye, I’m going too”
Niki initiated sliding her hands over into the puddle of pee and feeling Riley’s wet pussy and her ass as it made a loud squelching noise, Lizzie and Sammy realized what had happened…
“Stand up and let me see those wet asses…” Sammy cheered and now everyone in the room knew that Niki and Riley were the first ones to lose it…
Both a little flushed, took down their blanket and showed completely soaked little shorts, showing the outline of their panties underneath them as everyone cheered…
“Didn’t we say the first two to pee had to do laundry” Jules laughed…
Kay chimed in like a big creeper… I’ll do laundry, I don’t mind…
“You just want to sniff everyone’s panties” Torrie teased…
“Yeah, and you’re going to help because you like it…” Kay quipped back
“Ok, calm down girls, let’s get the next movie started” Jules announced as the credits were rolling”. Many of the girls were quite tipsy, some had stopped drinking alcohol, with the exception of a few like Mandy, Sammy, Katie, and Lizzie who were all getting pretty sloshed.
A few minutes into the movie, Sammy stood up and grabbed a towel and placed it on the floor, spread her legs and let the pee flow into her shorts and down her legs. Lizzie from behind put her hand up under Sammy’s ass to feel the warm pee soaking into her cute pink shorts and Sammy moaned in delight… “ohh, get in there and rub me nice” she laughed...Sammy then turned around and climbed on Lizzie’s lap with her wet shorts and started to rub Lizzie’s breasts and slid her hand down Lizzie’s shorts and started to feel her up… Lizzie obliged by peeing onto the plastic tarp they were sitting on to protect the furniture as it soaked Sammy’s hand, she continued to rub Lizzie through her now soaked panties and the two girls just were going to town with each other as now some of the girls were paying more attention to them than they were to the movie. They continued to make out and have fun while the other girls looked on, growing more desperate to pee as they watched on and drank to the movie game small sips of their sodas, beer, water or tea.
Katie, Mandy, Jules, and Bri all shared one of the large couches together and were all playing around with each other under some blankets and giggling as they were touching each other’s breasts and crotches and tickling each other, trying to make each other pee. Kay and Torrie hung towards the back of the room watching the girls starting to all get a bit desperate and frisky with each other. Lyss sat down on their air mattress with them to hang out as well.
“What do you guys make of all this…pretty crazy shit” Lyss said
“Yeah, I don’t even know where look first, it’s sensory overload of hot girls peeing and making out. Online porn just isn’t going to cut it anymore…” Kay laughed
“Little Penny over there is hammered” Torrie observed… “she’s passed out on the chair sleeping, I think she’s snoring.”
Anna and Kimmy were laying on an air mattress off to the side watching the movie intently, although Torrie could make out the bobbing legs under the blanket and knew that they were trying hard not to pee.
Riley and Niki were huddled up still under their blanket and feeling much more relaxed after peeing themselves and were staying nice and warm and relaxed in their little chair and were cuddling and dozing off as were Lizzie and Sammy.
“So Lyss, we have plenty of room here to all have this nice comfortable mattress, so grab your pillow and just hang out here with us” Kay exclaimed in a not so subtle invitation to come over and play around as Kay couldn’t wait to get her hands on Alyssa’s hot body.
As the night wore on, Penny was still passed out, Anna and Kimmy had fallen asleep, the now 5 headed hotness pile of Katie, Mandy, Jules, Cassie and Bri were now starting to get hot and heavy into making out and totally abandoned the movie and paying attention and picked up where they all left off earlier in the evening with their golden shower party. Kay, Torrie and Lyss watched on intently as Katie was draped across the other girls laps and they were all feeling her up, Katie then stood up on the couch in the middle of the group and started to piss through her thong, splashing pee onto Jules and Bri directly under her, soaking both of the girls as she peed a torrent. Jules and Bri’s pants went dark with Katies pee… causing them both to just relax and pee into their seats as the pee was now running down off the plastic and onto the floor like a waterfall from the 3 girls with Cassie and Mandy like bookends just feelin up Jules and Bri as they peed… Cassie then stood up over Bri and Jules and started to pee down both of her legs… it rushed out with intensity as Katie stood behind Cassie with two hands full of her butt, rubbing and feeling the piss as it soaked her jeggings and made them a darker shade. As Cassie was peeing, Katie pulled down Cassie’s jeggings to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties and pee shot across Jules and Bri’s shirts as Katie had pushed Cassie’s ass forward in a way that shot the pee all over their shirts…
“Holy fuck...Bri exclaimed” “My tit’s are soaked…guess we’re sleepin topless later” She laughed.
Mandy stood up next and moved in and it was her turn to pee, so she started to give both Jules and Bri a sexy lap dance and while doing so, started to let spurts of pee shoot out onto both of them, adding to the wet lake of piss. Jules and Bri were both rubbing each other with one hand and each had a hand on Mandy as well and went to town until Mandy exploded with an orgasm…
Meanwhile, Lizzie and Sammy watched intently as this was happening and it got Sammy so worked up that she was masturbating through her peed pants... letting out small spurts to warm herself up… Once Lizzie started to feel some warm pee seeping back her way on the chair, she joined in the party and started to re-wet her pants as well.
All of the sudden, there was a splattering on the floor and Kay looked over and realized that little Penny, still passed out was peeing her pants in her sleep. She watched as the glistening from her crotch expanded down towards her ass and across the tops of her legs...She grabbed a blanket and covered her up… and copped a feel of Penny’s wet pussy in the process…
The 5 headed pee monster continued making out and putting on a show… Kay sat back down on the bed while rubbing herself intently, feeling that her pussy was soaked from being horny. Torrie, sitting in the middle of her and Lyss was also rubbing herself and knew that she was not only about to have a huge orgasm, but she was probably going to piss all over the place…all of the sudden, she shuddered and went numb… and moaned loudly...and fell back against the mattress… pee warmed all around the 3 girls as Torrie squirted hot piss into the bed...Kay slid in between her and Lyss and started rubbing both of them gently and slowly started releasing pee into her tight leggings that went instantly see through in the wet bed… Lyss then started to also pee as Kay could see Lyss close her eyes and start to breath really heavy… Pee spread all over the plastic air mattress and ran down onto the floor.
As the girls continued to play and make out, the night wore on and started to get very late. Most of the girls wiped themselves down and cleaned up their areas and huddled under blankets in their wet pants...and begin to fall asleep…
After a little while and most girls just about passed out… Anna woke up with the incredible urge to piss...and was thinking that she didn’t want to unknowingly pee on Kimmy, she was thinking what she could do...and as she rolled over, her hand felt very wet...wait...did Kimmy...Anna felt Kimmy’s ass and it was soaked… Well...if she’s going to just pee then I might as well pee… Anna just relaxed her bladder and let out a huge hissing piss right on the mattress as the pee spread, she could feel Kimmy’s pants get even wetter. The warm pee in the bed had caused Kimmy to start peeing again...Anna getting very excited started to rub Kimmy in her sleep as she was rubbing herself. Kimmy was still sleeping, but moaning in pleasure as Anna rubbed her tight little wet pussy...The girls were now soaked up to their shirts with pee, but that didn’t stop Anna from just cuddling up against Kimmy…
When morning started to come around, the girls were starting to stir...Niki woke up with a pounding headache and a full bladder, feeling cold and clammy, she released a torrent of hot yellow pee into the chair, covering herself and Riley in hot piss. Riley realizing what was happening woke up a bit startled and felt her crotch in a panic… relax, I was just peeing.. Niki laughed...Ohh, I was in a daze and… well, I...have to pee also, she arched her back and let it fly, re-soaking herself and Niki…
Jules and the rest of the 5 headed piss party, all woke up in their soaked clothes, most of them had been sleeping topless and all decided that they would wake everyone up… Ok Bitches, let’s get up and take one last morning piss and jump in the pool to clean off…
The girls all groggy, slowly made their way into the pool area...Jules lined everyone up in a straight line, and did the old… on your marks… get ready… PISS…. The sound of about 10 girls releasing a torrent of piss onto the ground echoed as pee streamed everywhere on the pool deck… the smell of piss wafted through the air...Torrie and Kay in the middle started to grab hands with the rest of the girls and yelled, group cannon ball and they all hit the nice warm pool water…
After they all had some breakfast and all helped clean, do laundry, and take out the trash, a few girls made plans to hang out and have some fun with each other on other weekends and such and they parted ways as rides started to arrive to pick people up… |
The Weeks After - part 1
Torrie and Kay and the rest of the group spent the next few weeks after the party hanging out in smaller groups, but messaging each other back and forth and talking about how they could plan another fun group day sometime in the future, maybe during the Holidays, but they all realized they needed to have a place to do it when there was no parental interference that they had to worry about and the winter months were proving to be a bit more of a challenge to try to coordinate something like they did at Julianna’s, so for the time being, the girls got together in smaller groups to enjoy their fun and hang out.
Torrie and Kay didn’t have much time to spend together after the party as Kay’s mom had a temporary pre holiday shift change in her work schedule, so Kay was always heading home to be ready to baby sit for her younger brothers as they were going to get home from school. Torrie since the party had started to develope an almost habitual wetting habit, almost to the point that there weren’t many days that she didn’t indulge in some sort of wetting action, and was the most addicted to it, almost to the point that she constantly liked having wet panties. Torrie had almost made it a daily game to hold it as long as she could to enjoy fun at home. She also had a fantasy that one day she was going to piss in her panties at school under her skirt and just wear them all day long, but she was mindful that at some point during the day, people might notice the pee smell on her. In fact, her mom sometimes did make comments about her room sometimes smelling stale and funky and was always urging her to clean and freshen up in there, so she was always trying to figure out new ways to keep things cleaned and contained.
Most days if Torrie was coming home by herself, she would come home and pull out a pair of skin tight, thicker grey leggings that she liked to pee in, as they seemed to absorb the pee nice and she liked the way they hugged her and felt on her. She would pee in them, rinse them, and dry them and pack them them away in a sealed bag as they were low maintenance and easy to store. They were also quite stained from now numerous after school romps. Sometimes when she knew she was doing a more formal laundry after school, she would pee in her favorite tight jeans, as that was the most favorite thing to do, but harder to hide without a good washing.
Her normal after school routine was to head directly inside, slip off her clothes and slip on her wetting pants, and immediately hit the shower and just pee down her legs as she rubbed herself to an orgasm. Sometimes she would grab some towels and put them down and sit on them so she didn’t get her bed wet and she would do some work until she felt the urge to go again, she would then sometimes let out little spurts into her towel, to warm up her crotch and ass, but being careful not to let it seep through to her bedding.
One morning she got particularly careless with her wetting and horniness as she woke up on a Saturday morning, her mom was leaving early that day to do some real estate work, so she knew she had most of the day to herself as her mother would generally not be back until late afternoon. Torrie woke up to her mom knocking on the door saying that she was on her way out and would be back around 4 or 5 at the latest.
“Ok, good Luck” Torrie yelled back through the door.
As she laid there semi awake, she realized she had to pee pretty bad, but she was still about half asleep, so she was just trying to get her bearings a bit still. She had one of those slight gas pains also, so she decided to push out a nice fart, so she relaxed and squeezed out a nice long fart, receiving the bit of gas she had and it felt great...however, she also relaxed her aching bladder at the same time and almost without noticing, soaked the crotch of her panties and shorts and it ran down to her butt a bit. Once she realized she was peeing, she quickly regained her composure and was able to stop the flow. Fuck, she thought, she felt around the sheets, not bad, just a small drip, but her little black cotton shorts and white panties were pretty wet and her panties were nice and yellow around the crotch now from her strong morning pee. Well, now that she was wet, it was making her feel pretty horny, so she slipped her hand down inside her shorts and she started to rub her clit through her wet panties, her pussy was quickly throbbing with pleasure. Man, she thought, I really pissed a lot, my panties are drenched as she really started to go to town masturbating. She was shocked at how it didn't make it’s way onto the bed. As she continuted to pleasure herself with her fingers over her soaking panties, she paused for a second to be a bit naughty and let out a little more pee to warm crotch. Laying in bed, she raised her legs up in the air and lifted her ass up off the bed, her crotch almost pointed at her stomach, she relaxed her bladder...a huge jet shot into her panties and shorts really soaking her ass, and also started running up the front of her stomach and onto her white cami, wetting her belly with warm yellow pee, but still the sheets remained dry. She moved her hands down to feel the pee on her shirt, then to her clit to rub some more….and more….and all of the sudden, pulsating orgasm…as her body hit that state of euphoria that she had come to love so much...shuddering with pleasure, she moaned loudly…her very full bladder also released at the same time and her numb and relaxed state from the crazy orgasm she just gave herself could not stop the flow of the pee as it came out full force through her shorts and onto her bed, soaking her ass and her sheets in hot yellow piss. Luckily her sheets sheets were a dark brown in color, but she was now in a puddle of piss until she was able to finally regain her composure enough to to stop the flow. She was in a panic now, she quickly peeled back her blanket and pulled her sheets off and into a pile...a decent amount of pee made it to her mattress protector, but didn’t soak into the mattress luckily. So she peeled that back as well and quickly took everything down to the laundry and loaded everything in to be washed. Pee from her soaked shorts tricked down the insides of her legs as she loaded the washing machine. She wiped down with her hand, and up to her crotch. It was now cold to the touch and she could smell the strong smell of her peed shorts, but she liked it. She squeezed her legs together and some pee ran down her legs from being squeezed out of the crotch of her shorts and panties. After the laundry was loaded, she went to the kitchen to grab a tall glass of Orange Juice and some cereal. She grabbed an old beach towel and sat on it as to not get pee on the kitchen chair. Still having to pee more and adding to hit now, she finished her breakfast and was feeling the crotch of her wet shorts the whole time.
After cleaning up her breakfast, she decided that she needed to piss pretty bad again, so she made her way back up to her bedroom. She pulled her soaked shorts off to inspect her wet panties. They fit her so perfectly and were yellow and see through. She loved the way her ass and pussy looked when she pissed in white cotton panties, she stood admiring herself in the mirror and decided to let out a little bit more pee while she stood there. She cupped her hand under her crotch and let a bit of hot pee out that quickly filled her hand and dripped down onto her beach towel on the floor… ummm that felt so good, her pussy was now starting to feel a bit swollen and throbbed with pleasure to be relieved again. Torrie put her cute little dirty blonde hair up into a cute, but messy bun and she decided to lay down in front of her mirror on her towel. In her panties and cami, she just lifted her ass off the ground again so she could see her swollen pussy and she slowly released some warm yellow pee that quickly shot through the crotch and up her stomach, soaking her cami all the way to her tits, making her shirt warm, yellow and see through. She rubbed the pee on her little perky breasts and now rock hard nipples. Ummm that felt so nice she thought as she admired her wet shirt, rubbing her wet panties. She relaxed some more as she sat on the floor, warming her ass and crotch in warm pee… She was now pretty much covered, her panties were totally soaked, not a dry spot remained on them, they were really yellow and the front of her cami was soaked in pee as she ravished her body with her hands, rolling her ass around in the puddle, squeaking as she moved around in her warm pee puddle, her panties pulled tight to her pussy, she rubbed as she released more and more, soaking into her towel and out onto her floor. She loved the feeling of the wet towel under her ass as she masturbated to another intense screaming orgasm. She laid back on the floor in her pee in a state of numbness that almost paralyzed her body for several moments as she caught her breath. Man, she was getting really good at making herself cum and the powerful feeling of the endorphins that ran through her body every time she did it was a high that she just needed to have more and more of every day.
Once Torrie gained her composure, she admired her wetness once again and started to clean up the puddle. She was even beyond the point of having that dirty, guilty feeling after she pissed herself and masturbated, she really just couldn’t care and wanted to do it again soon. She was becoming obsessed with peeing and masturbating to the point that it was always on her mind. It had also been quite some time that she was able to indulge in some hot girl on girl pee play.
She grabbed her phone and figured that it was 10am, Kay might be awake… She called her…
“Hey girl, what you up to” Kay happily answered..
“Oh good, you’re awake!”
“Yeah, what’s up…”
“Where are you, are you alone”
“Yeah, I’m in my room, I just got dressed, I was thinking of giving you a call when you called, it was like you read my mind”
“Great, switch to face time”. Torrie still covered in her pee got Kay on video chat and stood in front of her mirror with her phone..
“Damn girl, what the hell was going on there this morning…”
“I decide to have a little fun...come over and join me...my mom is gone until 4”
“Hmm, it has been a bit of time and...well seeing you all soaked in pee…” I’ll see you in about 30 minutes…”
“Sounds good, I’m going to shower and get all freshened up…love you bitch, see you soon”
“Absolutely sexy, I’ll be there” |
The Weeks After - Part 2
Sammy and Mandy had been hanging out quite a bit since the club party and were rather enjoying each other’s company. Both had also liked indulging in watersport action together. Cute little perky blonde Sammy and sexy, but crazy Mandy were out a crazy party one weekend that one of the senior girls was having while her parents were away. The party was quite large for a fairly small house and the house was filled with empty beer bottles, people smoking cigarettes as well as pot everywhere. People were making out everywhere, getting sloppy doing all kinds of crazy shit. As they walked the party in their sexy Jeans and tight shirts, guys wanted to hit on them at every corner that they went to, trying to feed them drinks and get in their pants. The girls flirted and carried on, being careful and sticking with each other the entire time so as not to be taken advantage of by any of the older seniors just looking for a quick party hook up, even though sometimes Sammy didn’t mind doing that, she didn’t know a lot of boys at this party, so tonight, this was not an option, she wanted to stick with her girl Mandy and just have a little bit of fun.
The night wore on a bit and Mandy sipped on some beer. Sammy had only one or two sips, because she had to drive them home after, so she was careful not to indulge in the drinking before she had to drive the girls home. It seemed like every time the girls turned around, more and more people were popping into his party, almost like the entire school had found out about it and everyone was coming...the girl that was hosting the party was more of an acquaintance to Mandy and Sammy really knew her through one of her friends so they didn’t really have much of a direct connection to her and they didn’t even know where she was...The house was getting trashed with all of the people in it and the fact that most were wasted, was not helping… this girl was going to be in deep shit when her parents got back and saw what happened in this house…
Of course with about 200 kids in the house and even roaming around out on her property, the bathrooms had lines of people waiting for them, people were outside pissing or puking because they were so wasted and couldn’t wait in line for bathrooms, it was getting to be quite the mess. Mandy had drank quite a bit and really had to pee bad and there was nothing in site. They made their way around, seeing if there was a hidden bathroom no one had found, people were everywhere, even in the girls parent’s bedroom… god, this was a mess they thought. It was time to hit the road and get out of here… They were making their way through the party when they ran into a couple girls from Mandy’s class. Two cute little things, Gabby and Haley, two little brunettes that could have almost passed for twins, even though they weren’t related at all, it was quite freaky… they were each other’s doppelgänger. Both girls were noticeably drunk and being pursued by two guys about 2 years ahead of them, and a bit dorky, who were trying to get their attention to hook up with them. Save us from these two please Gabby begged…. Sammy knew both of the boys and quickly stepped in and grabbed Haley and Gabby’s hands and pulled them along through the crowd as they made their way around the corner and out the back door. The cold air hit Mandy’s bladder like a ton of bricks and she was almost ready to lose it.
“I think we lost the geek squad” Sammy laughed. “Those two are constantly chasing girls at parties and they are fucking weird…”
“Thanks Gabby said profusely, I”m Gabby and this is Haley”
Haley waived and smiled, as she was pretty hammered. “I have to get her out of here…”
“I haven’t had anything to drink at all, so if you want, I can get you guys out of here if you want” Sammy nicely offered to the two cute little brunettes with their little cute long brown hair and their semi matching outfits, tight little black jeans with cute long sleeve shirts and carrying their jackets that they were afraid to put down inside the house. Both girls had nice little cheerleader bodies and were very pretty with great asses and nice sized boobs for small girls of about 5’3” and only weighed about 90 pounds each.
“That would be great. If my mom comes and sees this, she’ll freak out when she gets here.”
“So why don’t you guys just call her and tell her you are leaving the party, it’s getting too crowded and you are getting a ride with a friend to her house. You guys can stay over my place if you like, I have plenty of room and I’ll bring you home in the morning, that way you don’t get caught being wasted also….”
“Good point…” Gabby said. After Gabby spoke with her mom, her mom requested to speak with Sammy to know who she was and ask her some questions she she could get a feel for Sammy. Satisfied, she thanked Sammy and then got back on with Gabby and told her to have fun and she would see her in the morning. Haley, gave her phone to Gabby, because she was having difficulty seeing it… and Gabby texted Haley’s mom saying that she was going to be sleeping over at Gabby’s and that they were on their way home from their “small” gathering at her friend’s house and they were set.
Mandy was now hopping up and down she had to pee so bad and the cold air was not helping her at all. The girls made their way over to Sammy’s car as more people seemed to be arriving to the party, people were walking around, drunk around the area...Fuck, I can’t pull my pants down and piss in front of everyone Mandy thought… or did she really care at this point… she would just piss her pants, but now she’s got her two classmates, she didn’t want to just full out pee her pants in front of them...hmm the dilemma… She decided to test the waters… “I have to piss so bad” she blurted out…
“ME FUCKING TOO…” Haley finally spoke,slurring her words…. and laughing… almost yelling out loud… “shhhh, stop yelling...Gabby admonished her…
Sammy looked around as there were cars everywhere, parked all over the front yard, down both sides of the street.
“I can’t believe someone hasn’t called the cops yet on this party” Sammy said “you guys can probably go over on that side of the street to pop a squat…” Then she realized that there was a group of boys standing down the street further smoking pot that made her uncomfortable…”Nevermind, there’s guys over there, no show’s for them, I don’t know them”.
As the need to pee grew more and more desperate for Mandy, she noticed cute little Haley spreading her legs and wobbling with her eyes half closed...and she could hear the hissing and splattering of pee running down on the grass in the yard as she looked closer she could see pee running down both of Haley’s cute little legs and her crotch glistening…
“Ummm, well, I guess Haley just solved her problem” Mandy noted to Sammy and Gabby…”
Haley stood there peeing uncontrollably down both legs with no care in the world, she was so drunk, she didn’t even feel upset with herself, in fact, it felt amazing to let it go…
“HALEY….” Gabby gasped…”Are you peeing in your pants?????”.
“Yeppppppppp…. and it...feels amazing….I’m so sorry, I couldn’t wait anymore…”
As she stooped pissing, the shining town both legs faded away… Some people they didn’t know walked by...said hi and kept going like nothing had just happened a minute earlier…
“Ohh my god...I’m so sorry guys, I didn’t know she was going to piss herself…”
“Relax Gabby, it’s all good, in fact, is the coast clear…?”
Sammy looked around, “the boys are still in their same spot, no one seems to be coming”.
Sammy stood near Mandy, blocking her body in case someone came by, knowing that Mandy was about to piss herself also…Mandy leaned up against Sammy’s car and spread her legs a little bit and crouched a tiny bit… and relaxed...piss hissed out of her pussy and ran straight to her ass, soaking it in hot pee. Mandy’s white jeans quickly went see through in the crotch and her ass… Pee was making its way slightly down her inner thighs, but mostly staying contained to soaking her ass, and pouring out of her jeans onto the ground. She peed for what seemed like 2 straight minutes, it just kept coming out… Sammy reached back and rubbed Mandy’s wet ass and gave her a little slap. Gabby was in a bit of shock, she had just watched Haley piss down both of her legs, and now she just watched Mandy piss her pants and Sammy feeling her up in her wet jeans...She wasn’t quite sure what was happening. Super drunk Haley walked over to Mandy and also felt Mandy’s ass after she saw Sammy do it… Hmmm felt so good didn’t it… Sammy was thinking in her head...this might be a fun rest of the evening… as she reached in and felt Haley’s tight wet crotch of her jeans… they felt warm… Haley had just peed more into her pants watching Sammy pee…
“Guys, I’m going to just pull my jeans down and pee, by the car can you watch for me please…you guys are making me have to go so bad now”. Gabby looked around, unbuttoned her jeans and she started to pull them down, revealing some cute little white panties, she started to pull her panties down and to squat when suddenly the group of boys from across the street started to move towards the car, realizing that there were 4 hot girls standing across from them. Gabby was hidden behind the car, so they couldn’t see what was going on, but Sammy told the girls, quick, get in the car, the guys are moving this way… They started to make some cat calls to the girls… Gabby who had started to pee got grabbed up by Mandy, as she stood back up, she tried to stop peeing, but it was hard and as she pulled her pants and panties back up, pee had shot into them and down her legs…”Fuck...I have piss all over me now” The girls all quickly got in the car, Sammy started the car quickly and pulled away as the boys were all yelling and booing at them…
Gabby’s need to pee now had worsened as her panties were soaked and the front of her jeans were wet with pee down her thighs… “guys, can we find a spot to pull over to pee…”
Cop cars went wizzing by...one….two….three…
“No way, not now, I can’t have a drunk girl pissing on the side of the road, the party is over now, see the cops...we got out of there just in time...Holy shit...that was close” Sammy’s heart was racing now…
“Yeah, I guess that wouldn’t be a good idea”
Mandy was in the back seat with Haley and Gabby as she had pushed Haley into the car and Gabby had just slid in with her…
Mandy had her hand in Haley’s crotch and was rubbing it as Haley moaned quietly in the seat next to her...Gabby realized what was happening and moved her eyes over as she was fighting the urge to pee even more… Strangely she was enjoying watching Mandy feel Haley up as she could tell Haley was really enjoying it… She was almost kind of jealous that Hot Mandy, who was mostly just a school friend that they don't really hang out with outside of school, but were always friendly and ran into each other at parties and such, like tonight… Mandy always had a bit of that wild child reputation, and was always incredibly popular, even though the incredibly cute cheerleaders, Haley and Gabby were also very popular, they just ran in slightly different friend circles. Gabby’s legs were bouncing like crazy and she again made her need to pee clear… “if we don’t find a place to pull over, I might...have an accident…”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time my car got peed in…” Sammy and Mandy both laughed...Mandy took a break from feeling up Haley and leaned over to Gabby… It’s ok dear… if you have to go, just go… we will clean it up…”
“Yeah, fuck it, just go if you have to go, it’s better than pulling over and risking a cop wizzing by, stopping us to check on us and realizing you 3 are drunk…I don’t need that”
“Ummm, well”. Mandy reached over and felt Gabby’s leg… “you’re already wet, it’s no big deal… in fact, it will feel really good… I actually like to wet my pants on purpose sometimes” she whispered to Gabby…Gabby had all sorts of thoughts rushing through her mind… she wanted to pee… she was feeling kind of horny from watching Haley make out with Mandy… and she wasn’t sure what was going on with her...it… felt wrong...but it also felt right in the moment… She was so confused, although she wasn’t nearly as drunk as Haley, she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol she had drank…
Mandy moved her hand slowly up Gabby’s wet leg to her crotch and up to her button of her low rise black jeans that barely sat on Gabby’s hips, in fact, her jeans were just barely above her crotch at this point and her flat stomach was showing….She slipped her hand inside Gabby’s pants, feeling her warm skin….her hands were cold, making Gabby jump a little bit…
“Sorry, you are so warm and my hands are frozen…warm me up…”
Gabby was breathing heavy and Haley was now leaning over top of Mandy, running her hands into Mandy’s crotch as Mandy’s hands were in Gabby’s pants… Sammy was trying to concentrate on the road, but what was happening behind her in the back of her car was really getting her hot… she had her hand in her crotch as her cute little blond pony tail bopped up and down with excitement as she drove… Gabby struggled with wanting to pee, but feeling to naughty to do it in sammy’s car… She tried to squeeze her pee out and only got a little to come out, even though she had to piss really really bad…
“There you go…” Mandy encouraged her….
Suddenly, they were pulling into Sammy’s driveway…. We’re here… Sammy quickly turned to see what was going on in the back of the car… to see Haley feeling up Mandy, and Mandy feeling up Gabby who was now thrusting her hips back and forth gently as Mandy felt her tiny little crotch…
“Ummm….hello….girls….I’m still here...we are home….” Sammy laughed
“Ohhh, sorry….” Mandy stopped…
Gabby opened up the door… all worked up. She stood there with her jeans half unbuttoned and showing that perfect V shape of her tight, but tiny muscular frame… Mandy couldn’t stop staring at how perfect Gabby’s body looked in her jeans and being a bit tipsy, made her really want to get in there more…
Sammy came around helped Gabby button up her jeans so they could get inside. She finally got the tight jeans fastened when Sammy could feel warmth come right up the front of Gabby’s crotch, since Gabby’s jeans were so low rise, the pee shot straight to the waistband as it pooled up and then ran down Gabby’s legs and up her tight little ass… She sighed in relief… Sammy stood and admired Gabby’s shiny wet streaks down the insides of her black jeans...she moved in and rubbed Gabby’s crotch as Mandy and Haley looked on… Sammy worked her hand down the front of Gabby’s jeans and felt her soaked panties and smooth shaved pussy instantly found Gabby’s clit and Gabby shuddered from the cold, but also from the quick feeling of sensation from Sammy’s smooth fingers on her clit through her wet panties. Sammy stopped for a second…realizing that she was standing in condo development feeling up a girl that just pissed her pants...she looked around and realized just about all the houses were dark around them, it was just about midnight now and most people were turned in for the night.
“Ok, all the lights are off, so that means my parents are sleeping, so we are going to go inside quietly, Mandy will take you guys to my room, I’ll check in to let my mom know we’re home and meet you guys downstairs.” Sammy, an only child, pretty much had the whole basement of a small 2 bedroom condo in a really nice little neighborhood. She had a great set up, the basement of the condo was almost like a mini apartment, she had a huge room with a king sized bed, a sitting area with a couch, and a desk area and her own cute little bathroom and shower.
As the girls walked up to the door, you could hear the wet fabric from the 3 girls rubbing as they walked up to the door… “It’s a good thing your parents aren’t up, it would be embarrassing to try to hide these wet jeans, you can see that I’m soaked” Mandy said… as she looked back at her ass….As they got to the door, Mandy stood off to the side a bit in a patch of grass and spread her legs and let more pee run down the insides if her legs...soaking her to her ankles… Haley feeling the need again also walked over with her legs pressed together, peed down both of her legs, pee soaking up into her already soaked, cute little ass.
“Ok, are you guys done…” Sammy joked…
“I think so...Haley drunkly yelled”
SHHHH, you have to be quiet girl...Sammy laughed
Go down and Mandy will get you guys some leggings to borrow from my drawer… Sammy was about the same size as the cute little cheerleaders, so it would be a perfect fit for them…
The girls headed down as Sammy went to tell her mom she was back. Immediately Mandy took both of the cute little brunettes downstairs and pulled both of them close to her and she started to rub both of the girls asses and then slipped her hands down the front of both girls jeans, again feeling their warm skin with her ice cold hands…she felt the warmth of Haley’s fresh pee. She pulled out a bottle of vodka that she stole from the party table and took a big swig and gave some to Haley and Gabby… they sipped some of the harsh vodka and were quickly looking for something to chase it down… Mandy motioned over to the bathroom where they grabbed some water from the sink.
Sammy came downstairs and said that everything was all good… The cute little cheerleaders made their way back from the bathroom as Mandy gave Sammy the bottle of vodka… Here, get caught up… Sammy took a gulp… choked… laughed… that’s terrible… I have some Snapple over in my little Fridge… She grabbed some out for the girls to chase down the terrible tasting vodka…
The 3 wet girls, grabbed Sammy and thanked her for rescuing them from the party and started to feel her up… Sammy had on a pair of skin tight, low rise jeans herself that hugged her ass perfectly with her cute little boobs sticking out of her nice form fitting shirt… Mandy gently pushed Sammy over to her bathroom and over to her shower… that was just about big enough for one person, but two petite girls could easily fit in there. Gabby and Haley followed over as Mandy got Sammy in the shower and unbuttoned her top button to expose her cute pink panties… “ok, it’s your turn to pee for us…” Mandy put her hand up Sammy’s shirt, feeling her hard nipples as she undid Sammy’s bra and slipped it out of her shirt… She placed her and down the front of Sammy’s skin tight jeans, barely gettin her hand in, even with the top button undone. The zipper spread a little and she got her fingers to Sammy’s tight pussy… Sammy relaxed her muscles and let out a nice stream of warm pee against Mandy’s fingers as she rubbed Sammy’s crotch…. the pee soaked down both of Sammy’s legs as it splashed out of the front of her pants. The backs of Sammy’s legs also started to get soaked in the warm pee. Sammy peed for about a minute, soaking her jeans to her ankles. Her legs were drenched, her butt was wet, she looked amazing.
Mandy stepped back to admire her cute little blonde buddy in her soaked pants...Haley gently snuck past and got in the shower with Sammy, she was pressed up against Sammy’s wet jeans and felt Sammy’s crotch… She then started to pee more into her own jeans, for the 3rd time, she was pissing a torrent down her legs, soaking her ass again in pee… Sammy felt the warm pee on her own leg as Haley peed full force into her soaked jeans… Sammy rubbed Haley’s pussy and ass as Haley moaned gently in the shower. Sammy was experienced making other girls feel good and she went to town on Haley as Mandy stood behind Gabby watching, she put her hands down the front of Gabby’s little jeans and into her crotch, she found Gabby to have two cute little tight pussy lips and she slipped her finger gently on th her clit and rubbed as they watched Sammy and Haley make out in the shower. The bathroom was barely big enough for 1 person to be in the shower and one on the toilet, but the 4 girls were huddled all together close, feeling each other up in their pee soaked clothes…
Mandy had one hand on Gabby’s small breasts from behind and fingering her at the same time...Gabby stood in amazement at how wrong this was, but how good it felt...Mandy’s fingers were certainly talented and knew what to do, and she didn’t stop it… Gabby moved her hips along with the fingering as Mandy gently kissed Gabby’s neck from behind… Gabby was in a state of numb ecstasy as she had never made out with a girl before, but was amazed at how Mandy was making her feel. All of the sudden, she had an orgasm...she had never experienced this feeling before and it was unbelievable… she moaned loud enough that Sammy and Haley stooped making out and looked over to see what was going on… Gabby’s legs were like Jelly as Mandy held her tightly… She could feel Gabby having a hard time standing, so she moved her over and sat her down on the toilet so she could rest. Suddenly Mandy heard a trickle in the toilet and she could see that Gabby was sitting there peeing through her jeans as her crotch glistened with pee and ran down her ass, into the toilet… She looked up and said…”I’m on the toilet...I had to go”...Mandy came in front of her and straddled her and sat down on her and said, me too….”Gabby wasn’t quite sure what was about to happen, but Mandy released hot pee through her cute white jeans and onto Gabby’s lap...It felt warm as it mixed with her pee in her soaked jeans, and it ran down her butt and into the toilet...as she felt Mandy’s crotch…”How did that feel”
“Ummm it was...kind of hot, it felt kind of nice...I can’t believe I’m covered in your pee and my pee and it feels nice…what the fuck am I saying...am I that wasted”.
“Yeah, you are, but it really does feel nice…”
The girls all stripped out of their wet clothes and took turns rinsing in the shower as they watched each other rinse off their tight naked bodies… Sammy helped drunk Haley wash off and while they were in the shower, she grabbed Haley’s hand and peed into it from her naked pussy… Haley Slipped her fingers inside Sammy’s pussy and fingered her to a nice little orgasm with Sammy’s guidance, showing her what to do...as this was her first experience with another girl also.
The girls all got into some fresh dry clothes and Sammy through the girls clothes into the wash, which was in a small room off of her bedroom in the basement of the condo. All four girls made their way into the giant king sized bed, drank some more vodka, told some stories and chatted about how this was the first time they had made out with another girl, Sammy and Mandy told about their first time, which was with each other… The girls were all even drunker now and as they were all under the covers, Hands were all over the place as the girls played with each other for the next hour or so. It was about 3 am and the girls were tired...Haley was passed out cold… the girls all just grabbed some leggings from Sammy and no panties… the leggings felt so nice and comfortable after being in wet jeans for so long… Sammy had everyone’s clothes in the dryer and cleaned up.
Around 5 am, Haley shot up in bed and woke Sammy up next to her… I think I’m going to be sick… Sammy got her in the bathroom and Haley puked her brains out… but felt much better after… Sammy held her hair for her and was trying not to gag from the sounds… but she felt so bad for Haley. As it was going down, Sammy could feel warm water on her feet….Haley had peed through her leggings onto the bathroom floor from pushing out the puke. She started to cry...Sammy hugged her...it’s ok don’t worry, we will get everything cleaned up… she helped her clean up and gave her some mouthwash and had Haley sit on the toilet and finish peeing, but she mad her sit and pee in the leggings...I want to watch you pee in my leggings… Haley peed and Sammy went in and felt Haley’s pussy as the pee hissed into her little black leggings… Haley suddenly didn’t feel bad anymore, she started to feel good as Sammy rubbed her… She then got Haley up and she sat down in her little white cotton panties and peed through them on the toilet, soaking her ass in hot yellow pee… she squeezed them to get as much of the pee out as she could and the girls made their way back to the bed in their wet pants… They climbed in and started to make out in the corner of the bed… by now, they had woken up Mandy and Gabby… Mandy, closest to the girls, leaned over and put her hands on Sammy’s ass and instantly felt her soaked panties…
“Ohh, it’s one of those parties…I have to pee also…”
“Not in the bed…. we peed on the toilet” Sammy whispered….
Ok, well, we will be right back… she grabbed Gabby and she sat down on the toilet and peed through her little red panties that she was sleeping in, soaking them instantly. Gabby then sat down and peed through the leggings that she was borrowing as well. As Mandy watched, pee trickled down her legs and she rubbed them while watching Gabby piss through the grey leggings that was wearing, her cute pussy outlined perfectly in the leggings…
They then made their way back to the bed and joined the make out session...all the girls moving girl to girl, feeling and fingering and orgasminging… It was probably one of the best nights of their lives, they all had an amazing time…
The girls napped and woke up around 10 when Sammys mom knocked on the door to check on the girls...You ok in there… yeah, we are good… Ok, I have some breakfast for you… Ok, we will be up soon…
The girls all woke up, realizing they were still in wet panties and leggings, they all quickly cleaned off and got dressed in their clean clothes that Sammy had washed for them when they got home.
Up they went for breakfast….this was going to be the start of a fun friendship... |
The Summer - Beach Day
Fast forward a little bit through the winter months and the rest of the school year. Club WYP hadn’t had a chance to have another crazy party with the entire group, but groups of girls would get together here and there on weekends and indulge in late evening fun with each other at sleepovers. Jules and Bri had spent a lot of time together hanging out. Katie hung out a lot with Lizzie. Niki was spending a lot of time getting together with Alyssa. Sammy and Mandy were spending a lot of time having fun with each other and they got quite close with Gabby and Haley and became a fun foursome that liked to hang out and spend a lot of time with each other and hadn’t met the core group of other girls yet, but as Summer was approaching, there were definitely plans to introduce them to the other girls. Kay and Torrie spent many days after school getting together and spent a lot of time with each other on weekends, and were pretty much an exclusive couple, although they weren’t officially “out” as a couple, Torrie’s mom had a hunch that the girls were closer than just best friends and would often try to see if she could get Torrie to just confirm her suspicions, even though Torrie would never divulge anything, not that Torrie’s mom cared, she just wanted to know what the situation was and Torrie was afraid to out Kay or she would probably just come out and tell her mom.
The trio of Penny and Kimmy weren’t really into the group much any more and spent most of the winter back with their original group of friends, although they still remained friendly with Torrie and Kay, they more realized their “experimentation” phase was over and they decided to not really officially join the group like they were originally going to do, so Jules happily let them change their mind and they promised that they would never divulge anything about anyone in the group, they just realized that it wasn’t quite for them.
Sexy and curvy Dominican Anna on the other hand was very much into the group and was growing quite close with Cassie. Anna had always known that she was a lesbian and she loved Cassie’s sexy curvy body and she loved black girls and Cassie was pretty much a dream come true for her and her tastes in girls.
School ended in a rather uneventful fashion and all of the girls were psyched for the summer. Summer around the shore town was an amazing amount of fun. The girls all spent a lot of time on the beach and all had summer jobs lined up on the boardwalk for the summer at various places.
The first day of Summer Vacation as members of the Secret Wet Your Pants Club was going to start off a summer filled with fun days and nights. As the weather transitioned to being much warmer, many of the fun summer outfits of tiny little jeans shorts, khaki shorts, short skirts, and other cute summer attire was all over the area. Nights could still get cool in the summers, so even in summer, leggings and sometimes tight jeans were still worn around. The first day of summer vacation was a Wednesday. Some of the girls were working at their Boardwalk stands. Biking was a really popular way to get around the town in the summer, so Torrie and Kay decided that they would ride down to the beach to hang out. Torrie’s mom was at work when Kay arrived at Torrie’s house. Kay had her bikini on under a super tight white v neck shirt that showed her cleavage off and she had a pair of skin tight black shorts. Under that was a really cute pink bikini that barely contained her large DDD/F sized boobs. Torrie still hadn’t gotten ready to go to the beach yet, she was actually waiting for Kay to get there, as it had been about a week since the girls had time to get together for any Omo Fun, because of finals and end of school year reports etc. Torrie answered the door wearing her cute little light blue cotton bed shorts and a white cami with no bra that made her look amazing as Kay waked in, she joked with Torrie.
“Are you going to the beach like that?” “You’ll put on quite a show once that shirt gets wet….”
“No silly, I just haven’t gotten dressed. It’s still early, we have plenty of time to get down to the beach, tan for a while, then we can grab lunch. Jules and Bri are actually working at the boardwalk pizza place today”.
“Ohh, fun, that will be fun to visit them today”
Torrie and Kay had both gotten jobs as waitresses at one of the other seafood restaurants on the boardwalk. Bri and Jules’ outfits consisted of them having to wear khaki pants or shorts and they got skin tight black shirts with the name of their restaurant on them. They would wear super tight, short shorts, as that would definitely get them more tips from all the pervy older guys that couldn’t help staring at their asses. That was pretty much the standard outfit at all of the boardwalk run businesses, they just had different colored shirts that denoted the shop or restaurant that they worked at. Niki, Lizzie, Katie, and Alyssa were all working at the surf shop. Cassie and Anna were working at the candy shop. The non beach crew of Mandy, Sammy, Haley, and Gabby were all working together at a restaurant up in their neck of the woods.
Torrie brought Kay into her bedroom and asked her to help her pick out a cute bikini to wear for the day. Kay pulled up her shirt and showed Torrie her big boobs, but to show her the cute pink bikini she was wearing.
“Let’s be twins, you have one just like this, we will wear the same one”.
“Yes, that sounds like a great idea” as Torrie pulled out her cute pink bikini, a pair of tight black spandex shorts and a similar tight white shirt. “I think the black shorts will be nice, because we can not only have our wet bikinis on from swimming, we can pee in them and no one will know the difference…”
“Haha, I never thought of it that way, but you think of all the fun peeing outfits...that’s why you’re the best Tor”.
“Well, I guess I’ll get dressed...but...first...I thought maybe we would have a little bit of fun…” Torrie walked in close to her girlfriend and pressed her body up against Kay’s large breasts and put her hands around Kay’s waste and moved them back around to Kay’s ass and started to feel her up. She could feel Kay’s nipples starting to poke out of her tight shirt. As she massaged Kay’s ass and rubbed her chest against Kay’s, the girls began to kiss each other. Kay’s hand moved down to Torrie’s crotch and she began to rub her, instantly finding Torrie’s hard clit, through her shorts, she rubbed her gently as Torrie Grinded against Kay’s hand. Torrie then slid Kay’s black shorts down and Kay kicked them off to the side. Torrie slid her hand down the front of Kay’s bikini and slipped her finger inside Kay’s puffy pussy and began to finger her, as Kay moaned with delight, Torrie was moaning as Kay was rubbing her faster and she was hitting Torrie’s sweet spot with intense pleasure. All of the sudden, Torrie exploded into her orgasmic state, her body shuddered as she shrieked in delight… “Fuck that felt good Kay…”
Kay could feel a warm wet spot had formed in Torrie’s crotch as she held her hand on Torrie’s pussy, almost feeling it pulsating in her hand as she held Torrie close, she could feel more warmth come out on her hand.
“Ohh, are you peeing…”
“I think I may have peed a little bit...she said with a little chuckle. “I have to pee more...let’s go into my shower”.
The girls entered into Torrie’s shower and continued rubbing each other. Torrie was pressed up against the wall of the shower and Kay kicked Torrie’s legs apart and thrust her hand down the front of her shorts, but over Torrie’s Panties. Without saying a word, Torrie relaxed her pussy and started to pee all over Kay’s hand and through her panties and shorts. Kay rubbed Torrie’s soaked panties furiously as the pee shot through her shorts and down both of her legs, tinting her shorts yellow from her morning pee. As Torrie finished peeing, Kay fingered Torrie to another earth shattering orgasm, which led to warm spurt of piss and cum shooting into Kay’s hand.
“Holy shit, that was amazing, I have been looking forward to doing that all week with you”.
“Me too babe, that was hot” “Since I am wearing my bathing suite, I’m going to just… Torrie could hear the splattering of pee falling between Kay’s legs as she put her hand under the stream to feel Kay’s hot stream of pee shooting out of her bikini bottoms. After Kay finished peeing and Torrie cleaned herself up and rinsed out her clothes and left them to dry in her shower, she got in her bikini for the beach and Kay pulled her shorts up over her peed bottoms. Torrie felt Kay’s crotch through her shorts, feeling that the pee had wet Kay’s black shorts, but you couldn’t see it. This will be a fun day… Torrie said, we are going to just pee all day…
The girls made their way to the beach with their gear and waters. They locked up their bikes and found a nice spot on the beach. There weren’t a lot of people there yet as the vacation times for people would really kick off in the next couple of weeks. The girls laid out on their towels sunning themselves and chatting and listening to music. Kay leaned over and said...I need to pee again. The water is going right through me… Kay’s suite had dried pretty quickly from her earlier pee incident at Torrie’s. “Let it flow…”
Kay moved off of her beach towel and no one was near them, so she just squatted in the sand and peed through her bottoms. “See, you can barely even see that I’m wet’ Kay exclaimed proudly. She laid back on her stomach on her towel and started to doze off a little. Torrie felt a bit naughty, so while Kay had her head turned away, Torrie stood up over Kay’s back, no one was paying attention to them in their spot on the beach, so Torrie naughtily peed through her bottoms onto Kay’s butt just enough to that she stopped the flow and Kay Jumped as she felt the warm liquid across her ass…
“WFT, Torrie, people will see us…even though I want you to keep doing it…”
“I think you need some lotion on your back as she grabbed the lotion and rubbed it across Kay’s back as she sat down on Kay’s butt. While rubbing the lotion into Kay’s back, Torrie began to pee through her bottoms onto Kay’s butt, soaking her ass and getting her all wet, all the while, no one having any clue around them.
“Umm, that feels so warm on my ass...I wish you could rub my pussy right now”
“Well, we can pack up and head out after lunch if you want….”
“Maybe…” Kay winked back.
They girls decided to go up and visit Bri and Jules and get some pizza. It was a little earlier than the main lunch rush, so not a ton of people were there yet. Jules greated the girls at the front as the hostess and sat them down at one of Bri’s tables. They chatted a little bit. What time do you guys get off work today. We are both off today, we don’t work until Friday night Torrie offered up to Bri and Jules. We get off at 4 today before the dinner crowd starts, then the next shift comes in, Jules said.
Bri brought the girls their pizzas and drinks and chatted with the girls as Kay and Torrie sat next to each other in the same booth.
“You guys are so cute” Bri said endearingly. “I love you guys”
“Awe, thanks”
The girls finished up and waited for Bri to bring over their bill and after they finished, they then walked the boardwalk for a couple of hours, then they hit the beach again for another hour. The water was a little bit cold today for swimming so the girls decided that they were going to head back home. They got dressed back up in their shorts and shirts.
“I have to pee pretty bad again Tor”
“You’re not going to pee right now...you need to hold it until we get back to my place”
“I’ll try, I don’t know if I’ll make it back, but I’ll try…”
The girls got on their bikes and started to head back to Torrie’s house, which was about a 15 minute bike ride.
Kays bladder was really aching bad and as she pedaled, she rubbed her crotch into the bike seat to try to hold, but it did nothing but make her really horny…
“Tor, I can’t hold it...I’m going to piss myself”. Torrie slowed down and rode along side Kay to get a look as Kay stopped pedaling and started to coast… Kay released a huge river of pee from her pussy as it shot down both sides of her shorts and down her legs and onto the ground, leaving a trail behind them as they rode down the street. “Ahhh….that feels so good….”
“I want to pee too!”
“So...pee”
Torrie did the same, releasing her pee across her bike seat… she felt her ass get warm as pee shot back up her butt as she leaned forward on the seat…
“Yeah, I like that…”
The girls made it back to Torrie’s house with their pee drenched shorts and bikini bottoms… They immediately made it inside to get a quick make out session in and a shower before Torrie’s mom would be getting home from work. |
Rainy Days are...Wet… - The morning
Torrie and Kay got off work on Sunday night after working the same shift together. The restaurant was busy, a lot of new folks had made it into town to start their vacations. A lot of folks would check out on Sunday mornings and new folks came into town Sunday Afternoons creating a generally busy scene at the restaurants in town on Sundays. Unfortunately for vacationers coming down the beach for the week, Monday’s weather was going to be really crappy and rainy. A costal storm was going to produce several inches of rain for the day, which meant that the boardwalk would be dead and there wouldn’t be much to do around town when outdoor activities dominated the summer landscape. Some people would make their way into the indoor arcades, there were a couple of malls in short driving distance, but generally with a wind driven rain around town, there wouldn’t be many people out and about on a Monday.
Torrie’s mom knocked on the door to let her know that she was leaving for work for the day.
“What’s your plan for today with the weather dear…” Torrie’s mom asked.
“Umm, I don’t know, I think maybe I’ll ask Kay if she wants to come over and watch some movies today.”
“Ok, that’s fine. You guys spend quite a bit of time together, don’t you get sick of each other...or”
“What? No, we don’t get sick of each other...we like hanging out and stuff. We’re best friends, of course we spend lots of time together”
“Listen, I don’t mind, you know I love Kay to death, she’s my 2nd daughter. I just...well...you guys seem to be...pretty close lately…which...I love you, so as long as you are happy, you know I’m ok with you guys being...close”
“Ummm...ok…I guess”
“Listen, I’m just saying...I love you and Kay and I know that you are both spending a lot of time together because you are a little more than just best friends...I know...and I’m ok with it, no matter what, I just want you to be happy”
“Umm...ok...Thanks mom…How did you know?”
“Just motherly instinct, I know you better than you think. Don’t want to be awkward, I’m heading out to work. Have a good day…”
“Thanks, I love you mom...If it’s ok, Niki and Alyssa asked what we were up to today, so would you mind if they came over today also?”
“Sure, as long as it’s ok with their parents that I’ll be at work.”
“I think so, we are big girls now mom…and we’re responsible you know…”
“Yes dear, I know…I’ll see you all later, text me what you girls would like for dinner from the Chinese place and I’ll bring home dinner for all of you”
“Cool, thanks, and mom...just don’t say anything to Kay’s parents about...us...and you know, don’t make her feel awkward later”
“Not my place to, that’s up to Kay if she would like to tell her parents or not, and I won’t make her feel awkward.”
“You’re the best mom ever”
“I know...See you later”
Torrie wasted no time texting Kay who said that she would be over soon. Niki and Alyssa also said that they would be over around noon or so to watch movies and “hang out” and they would all spend the night. Torrie was very excited the girls were all coming over. She also wanted to make sure she told Kay that her mom knew about them and that she wouldn’t make it awkward or anything. Torrie decided that she would release a little tension as she laid in bed, she started thinking about some of the wetting adventures she’s had and started to rub her hard clit through her little white panties. She decided to pull up the initiation video folder and watch a few of the videos on her phone. While she stroked her pussy gently. She knew she had to pee pretty bad also as she hadn’t made her way to the bathroom yet since her mom woke her up and the more she played with herself, the more she felt the urge to pee. As she watched the video of Bri and Jules peeing on each other, she got so incredibly excited that she knew she could bring herself to an orgasm pretty quickly if she wanted to. As she gently rubbed herself all of the sudden a large flash of lightning lit up her window and a crazy loud clap of thunder shook the house, startling her enough that she burst pee into her panties, soaking the crotch and a bit down to her ass. Torrie’s heart raced from her getting the “piss scared out of her” quite literally. The rain pounded against her window as the sky had totally opened up. As she calmed down, she felt the warm wet spot in her panties, as she calmed down, she was suddenly startled again by the doorbell and yelling from down stairs…
“What the fuck”...she threw on a pair of sweats and ran down to the door to find Kay standing at the door, dripping wet from head to toe as rain was flying sideways, her shirt was soaked, her hair was soaked, and her light blue leggings were also soaked through as the rain was coming down so hard, you couldn’t even see across the street.
“Shit Tor, as soon as I left the house, the fucking sky opened up….I ran as fast as I could, but with my bag, it was hard, I’m soaked!”
“Haha, yes you are…”
“Well, are you going to let me in...the rain is cold hitting my ass…”
“Well…you can warm it up…” as Torrie held the door half open, not quite letting Kay in yet.
“Torrie! Let me in please….the rain is cold…”
“Ok, come on in, don’t cry…”
Torrie grabbed Kay in a hug.
“You are so warm” as Kay shivered from the cold rain and the cool air from the air conditioning in Torrie’s house.
“I have to admit, when the thunder came, I pissed myself… literally, scared the piss out of me…” As thunder continued to rumble in the background from the early morning thunderstorm. “I tell you what, we still have a few hours before Niki and Alyssa get here, so, let’s get you into some dry clothes and we can cuddle in bed and watch some tv for a while, I’m still kind of tired from work last night.”
“Me too”
“Before we get these wet clothes off though…let’s take advantage of it...because I have to pee so bad right now” Torrie confessed to Kay.
“I can always pee…” Kay laughed….”I have goosebumps, so a good warm pee willl be great”
“Ok, let’s go up in the shower, you’re soaked anyway”
Kay and Torrie hit the shower. Torrie took off her sweats and shirt and just stood in the shower in her white panties, Kay joined her fully clothed. Kay could see the remnants of Torrie’s small accident, with her little yellow wet spot in her white panties. Kay walked over and felt Torrie’s crotch and immediately Torrie let loose with a torrent of hot yellow pee in her panties. Her ass got wet about halfway up the back as she stood peeing with Kay’s hand pressed up against her crotch…. Kay then grabbed Torrie’s hand and put it on her own crotch and she let loose into her light blue leggings, quickly mixing her hot pee with the cold rain water in her pants. Her legs quickly warmed as the pee streamed down them. The girls then rinsed off in some warm water in the shower, touching each other gently and kissing as they warmed up in the shower. After their quick rinse, the girls took their clothes to laundry to get them dried up. The girls then climbed under the comforter in Torrie’s comfortable bed. Both girls decided to climb into bed naked and just cuddle and rub each other gently while staying warm under the blanket. It wasn’t long before the girls warmed up, as they rubbed each other, kissed and just held each other tightly… The took a little nap and waited for Niki and Alyssa to arrive... |
Rainy Days are Wet - Part 2
Alyssa and Niki arrived together at Torrie’s house in the afternoon. Torrie and Kay were down in the basement playing video games when Lyss and Niki rang the doorbell. Torrie ran up and let the girls in and already she could tell that Niki was about to wet herself, she could see the legs crossed tightly and the slight rock of her hips going.
“What took you so long to answer???” Niki squealed
“We were playing an intense game of fortnite and you...interrupted us!” Torrie laughed.
“Ok, I’ll be right back, I have to pee so bad I’m about to wet my pants”
“Ohh, umm, you can’t use the bathroom up here, it’s broken…You’ll have to come downstairs to use that one” Torrie said with a grin.
“Ok, let’s go then, I’m about to pee”
The girls walked down, Torrie first, walking extremely slowly, with Niki right behind in a pair of cute and tight low rise jeans on. Lyss followed behind. “Tor, you are doing this on purpose….”
“Maybe...Maybe I want to see those cute jeans nice and wet...Why did you wait so long to pee anyway…I bet you have to go really bad and it’s about to come pouring out”
“Thanks Torrie, you are killing me…”
The girls made their way to the downstairs and just as soon as they got in, Kay had gotten up and ran over to the bathroom and went in and closed the door and sat in the dark. Niki ran over to the bathroom, fumbled for the light, turned around and Kay screamed….Niki screamed, scared half to death as warm pee started to flow from her crotch, soaking her light jeans down to her ankles, halfway up her cute little ass, and all over the front and down her thighs. Kay was laughing hysterically as Niki stood there pissing like crazy making a huge puddle on the floor, she was also laughing hysterically now that she had realized what happened.
“Fuck...that was wrong…” she laughed. “You literally scared the piss out of me…I can’t believe it…”
“Sorry, I heard what was going on upstairs and I just couldn’t help myself, I totally didn’t expect you to piss yourself...however... it was quite the show” Lyss and Torrie stood in the background laughing. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and get some dry clothes on, we can wash your jeans and such, I have to do a quick load of laundry anyway. Niki got into some dry clothes and the girls all went about playing video games for the next couple of hours.
Meanwhile, Katie, Bri, Jules, and Lizzie had all met up at the mall for the afternoon. What better way to spend a rainy day down the beach… go shopping at the mall, meet up with friends, hang out. There wasn’t much else to do on a rainy Monday without work. The girls had all lunch together in the food court enjoying some chit chat about working and what fun things they could do together over the summer vacation that was really just kicking off.
The girls finished up lunch and then got some large iced coffees from the Mall’s Dunkin’ shop and set out around the mall. Despite the generally cooler rainy day, the girls still were dressed in their best summer attire. Lizzie had on a pair of tiny white short shorts and a tight black top, Katie had on a pair of little blue jean shorts and a white top, Bri had a pair of tight black fabric shorts and Jules sported a really tiny mini skirt that made you think if she bent over, you were going to see the whole package. The girls went from store to store. Stopping in the lingerie shop to pick up some cute cotton panties. The girls also hit a fun leggings shop that had hundreds of pairs of different leggings, all in different colors and patterns and such, and they were all pretty inexpensive, so the girls picked up a couple of fun pairs of leggings. Next was off to the swim shop as Katie wanted to pick up a new bikini. By this time, all the shopping was causing Katie to need to have to pee really bad. After she tried on and picked out her new sexy bikini, she informed the girls that it was time to hit the bathroom. The mall had 2 large bathrooms around the middle of the mall, and then the main anchor stores on each end of the mall had bathrooms as well. The girls started off to the one set of bathrooms. The cleaning crew just went in and closed the one set down, as it was a male cleaning crew, so they couldn’t let any women in to use the bathrooms until they were clean. Off to the next set of bathrooms... Closed...there was a bit of commotion going on and seemed like possibly a medical emergency of some sorts inside.
“Shit…” Katie thought… Katie sat on one of the benches squeezing her legs tightly together and leaning forward just a bit, she was trying not to jam her hands into her crotch in front of everyone in the mall, but she was also trying not to wet herself in front off everyone in the mall...
“I have to sit here for a minute to gain some control.” Katies tight shorts pressed firmly into her crotch, so that definitely helped curb the urge to want to explode. The urge had really hit hard all at once to go. The other girls had stopped to pee when Katie was shopping for her new Bikini, so Katie was on a bit of an island with needing to pee. She was really afraid that if she moved, she was going to pee all over the place. How would she hide that accident, plus Lizzie’s older sister Alexis still had to come pick them up, and she certainly didn’t want to have to explain why at 16, she couldn’t figure out how to make it to the bathroom, even though she would have normally just loved to let out the hot pee in her shorts and then masturbate to an incredible orgasm.
Lizzie walked back to the one set of bathrooms that were being cleaned, still shut down, the other was still closed also and the next closest one was all the way to one end or the other in the mall.
“Still no luck babe, bathrooms are still closed” she reported back to Katie.
“Fuck me… Well, I would normally just say I don’t care and I would pee my pants she whispered to the girls… but I don’t want everyone staring at me like some weirdo who couldn’t make it…”
“Well...what we can do is surround you so no one can see, two in the back, one in the front, and we will make a walk towards the bathroom, and you get there as quickly as we can, and then if you happen to pee as we walk, no one will see you, and we all have gone shopping... just put on a pair of the leggings you bought, no one will know the difference. Lexi won’t even have noticed and even if she does, you were cold and bought a new pair of leggings…” Lizzie encouraged to Katie.
“Great idea, let’s get moving” Jules picked Katie’s hands and pulled her up and the girls quickly blocked her in as a trickle of pee escaped into Katies panties and left a small wet spot on the crotch of her jeans as she winced out loud trying not to draw attention to herself.
“Ready, let’s go” Jules took charge.
They took a few steps and Katie could feel some more pee escape into her jeans and run down the inside of her bare thighs as she shivered a bit from the wave of pain that hit her bladder as they walked. “Not much further” Bri tried to encourage Katie as they started to get closer to the bathrooms. The closer they got, the more Katie’s mind told her that the pee needed to get out and get out now…with every step she took, she felt her crotch getting warmer and wetter with each step and she could feel rivulets of pee running down the insides of each of her thighs. It was the longest walk ever to the bathroom. The girls finally made it to the bathroom bank that was being cleaned… it was finally open… The relief of the bathroom being open caused Katie to leak even more. Bri could see Katie’s cute little jeans shorts were wet in the back and she new that Katie was on the verge of full explosion. They made their way inside the bathroom. There wasn’t really anyone else in there at this point, so Katie and Bri rushed into a stall as pee was beginning to rush down both of Katie’s legs, leaving a small trail behind her. Lizzie and Jules quickly grabbed some paper towels and began wiping up the trail as they felt bad that the bathroom had just been cleaned. Katie just plopped onto the toilet without even attempting to take her shorts off and just let the pee come out. Bri watched intently as Katie’s crotch hissed and glistened with pee as it trickled into the water below.
“My ass is soaked…” Katie laughed… She could also feel the pee coming up the front of her shorts towards her stomach as it pooled up around and tried to make it out of her pants.
“Bri reached down and put her hand on Katie’s crotch and pulled the fabric to the side a bit and felt the warm stream shoot through the side and onto her fingers. Katie giggled…
“Hey, hurry up there, people will start to come in, no playing in there” Jules admonished the girls.
“I’m still peeing, I can’t help it… it won't’ stop coming out…” Katie whispered out loud. Bri had pulled a pair of fresh panties and leggings out of Katie’s bags. Finally Katie stopped peeing as she rubbed her crotch, she was now trying to quickly get off while Bri watched her rub really hard into her clit as she could hear some more trickling from the pee squeezing out of the soaking wet shorts. It only took about a minute and Bri saw Katie’s sexy body shudder on the toilet from an orgasm, as Katie covered her own mouth with her other hand. She then heard some ladies enter the bathroom, Jules and Lizzie pretended to be finishing up. Katie stood up quickly and pee ran down both of her legs onto the floor from the wet fabric, she slid them down and let them and held them from hitting the floor so no one would hear them plop to the ground. She grabbed some black leggings from Bri and started to slip them onto her wet legs, crotch and ass. She waived off the panties…”I don’t need them, I’ll go commando to dry off” she whispered.
Bri pulled her shorts down and sat on the toilet after Katie moved over to the side and peed quickly. As she stood up, Kaitie realized Bri had peed into her pink panties, not a lot, but enough that they were pretty wet and she pulled her black shorts up over top with a devilish grin.. I didn’t want you to be the only one who was wet… “Thanks babe, I appreciate it” The girls made their way out of the stall, both grinning as all of the girls made their way out of the bathrooms.
“My sister is on her way over to pick us up”
“Thanks guys, I appreciate you helping me from being embarrassed in front of everyone. It was really exciting though as I walked through the mall peeing and no one had any idea… it made me so fucking horny…” I can’t wait to get out of here, I need to masturbate…” “Again…” Bri laughed…”
“Wait, you...in the… stall???” Jules asked curiously
“Just a quickie…I’m still horny as hell”
The girls got in the car and made their way back to Lizzie’s house.
As Jules and Bri sat in the back seat with Katie, Katie put her hand on Bri’s damp crotch and she nodded over to Jules to do the same… Jules put her hand down on Bri’s crotch and felt that it was wet. She gave Bri a surprised smile. The girls got back to Lizzie’s house and quickly ran up to Lizzie’s bedroom and locked the door. Katie posted a message in the girls’ group chat, showing a picture of her soaked little jeans shorts and wet thong. “Totally pissed myself in the mall today... it was kind of exciting… I have to admit and it made me really horny...and no one knew except Lizzie, Jules and Bri… It was pretty hot…
The chat lit up with the girls commenting...
Mandy said that she was sorry that she wasn’t there to shop, she would have joined in the fun...Katie said that they should all try it to feel the excitement at some point.
Jules and Lizzie went into the bathroom and both peed through their panties and came back out and shared some more pictures to the group chat. We are going to now have some fun…
Niki told the story of how Kay scared the piss out of her earlier in the day and Torrie sent pictures of Niki in her soaked pants that she took as she stood behind Niki after the accident.
The girls spent the next few hours sharing pictures of each other in various states of undress and wet panties as they all played around on this “wet” and rainy day... |
The Vacationers
On Saturday, Kay and Torrie were working their restaurant on the boardwalk and the new tourist crowd was starting to arrive for the weekend in full force. Kay and Torrie were both waitressing that night and were assigned to the restaurant’s outdoor area that had about 15 tables normally, unless there were large groups that they put tables together for. They worked the outdoor area really well together and in the short couple weeks they worked at the restaurant, proved to be really good waitresses and they got a lot of compliments and raked in tips from their customers, and would sometimes see repeat vacationers coming in. In fact, the restaurant manager, Becky (who worked at the restaurant starting in High School and every summer she was in college), loved Torrie and Kay. She knew both of their families from being customers and residents of the town also. Becky just recently graduated from college and it was perfect timing, the old restaurant manager was moving out of the area, and the boardwalk owners loved Becky and knew that she was the one to take over as she knew the business from a table busser, waitress, hostess, she even filled in as a line cook from time to time, she helped wash dishes if the crew got behind on busy nights, everyone on the staff loved her, and no one had an issue with her being promoted to the new restaurant manager. Becky was your typical cute beach town blonde, she had a rocking body, she loved surfing and tanning, she knew how to dress to get tips in the restaurant, and she also knew how to talk to people and be personal, and she even commanded the respect of all the employees that were older than her. Being the manager was lots of long hours and she was the person that would be there for all of them. She never spoke of a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter, she just was a worker. Although, she would certainly be a pick for anyone. She had actually graduated high school with Lizzie’s older sister, but they weren’t really in the same social circle as Becky was always engulfed in working and Lizzie’s older sister Alexis (Lexy) was not a worker, in fact, she was a bit lazy and would rather sit on the beach and tan all day.
One night at the restaurant, a group of 2 vacationing families came in, it was a party of 10. They were all super nice as they came and got seated on the outdoor patio that overlooked the bay. Kay and Torrie would work this table together as they also took care of their other tables, that way they could help get things to them quickly and they agreed they would split the tips from this large party. In the party were 2 sets of parents and each family had 3 kids each of various ages from 10 and up to 2 girls that were Kay and Torrie’s age, sophomore’s. They all came from about 4 hours west of the beach, but said this was their annual vacation. Torrie and Kay made small talk with the 2 cute girls that were their age, asking them where they were from and such, asking them if they had a chance to hit the beach yet. The girls were both really cute, their parents were best friends, the girls lived next door to each other, and are best friends also and their birthdays were only a week apart. Both had long straight light brown hair. Emily had piercing blue eyes and Olivia had cute and devilish little green eyes that Kay thought just followed her everywhere she went around the table. The other kids were all younger boys that were a bit loud and rambunctious, and Kay and Torrie could tell that the two older sisters were definitely patient with their younger brothers, but that they probably got pretty annoying, pretty quickly.
The Night went on with lots of drinks, food, desserts, and fun as Kay and Torrie entertained the young boys every time they came to the table to make sure everything was good. As Emily and Olivia both got older, they longed to do something different on their annual vacation. They were hoping to meet some new people, maybe make some new friends, be able to branch off on their own and make some friends. Emily and Olivia made their way over to the bathrooms and made it a a point to seek Kay and Torrie out as they were cashing out some of their other tables, Emily and Olivia approached them and thanked them for taking care of them for the night.
“Hey, is there anything different to do around town...like...If we were able to get out of our hotel rooms...and maybe get away from our younger brothers for a bit…?” Emily asked Torrie and Kay.
“Well, if you guys are here all week, we can definitely meet up with you guys and show you girls some fun…” Kay smiled… She took a piece of her order pad and wrote down her number and Torrie’s number and handed it to Emily. “Here’s our cell numbers, we don’t have to work on Monday and Tuesday for sure, so if you want to text us, we can meet up with you on the beach”.
“Ok, that sounds great...We would love to meet up with you guys on Monday for lunch or something here on the boardwalk” Olivia said to Kay as she smiled at her and winked.
“Cool, we look forward to meeting up with you guys…”
Olivia moved past Kay towards the bathrooms and made it a point to get very close to Kay and Kay could swear she felt Olivia’s hand brush up against her ass as they walked by and Olivia smiled and looked back as they went in…
“I think that girl was just flirting with me, and she definitely touched my ass on the way by” Kay confessed to Torrie…
“Well, should I be jealous???” Torrie smiled at Kay as she took the check back to the large party’s table. Maybe they will be...fun… to hang out with…”
“I think they might, I’m telling you, that one girl, Olivia, she wants me…”
“Well...maybe we can have a little fun with them, you never know… They are pretty cute and they have hot little bodies…”
Torrie delivered the check to the families and when she went back to pick it up with Kay, the girls made it a point to thank Torrie and Kay and said that they looked forward to meeting up with them maybe on Monday at the beach.
Olivia and Emiliy’s parents thought it was nice that the girls made friends with some local girls their age. Olivia definitely had a little bit of a crush on Kay, as she sent Kay and Torrie texts with her number and a cute selfie of her and Emily, saying that they looked forward to meeting up with them. Kay noticed in the selfie that the girls sent that Oliva seemed to have pulled her top down to the point that she was showing nice cleavage in the picture.
The weekend ended and Kay and Torrie had received several texts from Olivia and Emily , mostly Oliva. She seemed to be pretty aggressive to make her intentions known that she’s looking to have a little bit of fun with either Kay or Torrie. Kay and Torrie wondered if Emily was into girls also, or she was more just along for the ride or a bit submissive to Olivan and she just went with the flow. Monday morning Oliva and Emily made their way to the beach and texted Kay and Torrie their location on the beach. Kay and Torrie responded and let the girls know that they would be over shortly to meet up with them.
Kay and Torrie rode their bikes down to the beach and met up with the two cute little brown haired girls. They set up their blankets near them.
“How did you guys escape your families? Torrie asked inquisitively
“Well, we’ve convinced our parents that we are old enough to break away for a little bit and they loved you guys at the restaurant, so when we told them we were meeting up with you guys, they were pretty happy for us. They know we need to get away from the 4 devil boys, or we won’t be able to take it anymore!!!” Liv stated.
“Well, that sounds good to us”
The girls chatted for a while and hung out in the sun, they got to know each other and all hit it off pretty well.
“So...Liv...I don’t want to make it awkward, but...I am just going to come out and be honest...I kind of felt like you were flirting with me the other night...Did I...read that right…?” Kay asked
“Was I that obvious??? I don’t know, I guess, I just thought you had a pretty amazing rack…and… yeah, we thought you guys were cute” Olivia grinned.
“Well, we do like to...Hook up with girls…” Torrie stated.
“We’ve...kind of experimented with it a little bit” Emily said sheepishly. “We kind of caught a little vibe from both of you…”
“Fuck...are we that obvious, my mom knew right away also” Torrie laughed…
“Your mom knows you guys hook up???” Olivia asked
“Yeah, she’s cool, she doesn’t care, she loves us both still the same”
“We like guys too… we just like to look at cute girls like you both”
“Well, let’s go up and grab some lunch, our friends Julia and Katie are working at the pizza place up on the boardwalk.”
The girls all made their way up to the pizza place and met up with Katie at the front desk.
“Hey bitches… Who’s your friends??? They’re cute…” Jules asked…
“This is Olivia and Emily, they ate at the restaurant the other night, so we all decided to get together today.”
“Ohhh, well….you’re both delicious….”Jules joked with the two girls as she brought them to a table for 4. “Nice meeting you both...Maybe before the end of the week, we will see you ladies again???”
“Maybe if we are lucky…” Liv stated, she was very up front and didn’t hide the fact that she was ready to try to hook up with anyone she could this week at the beach and it didn’t matter if it was a hot girl and she hit the jackpot with Kay, Torrie, and Jules.
“You guys know where the cleanest bathrooms are up here?” Emily asked. I hate public restrooms, they are always gross, but I have to go to the bathroom pretty bad”
“Well, they are all pretty gross up here unfortunately”.
“The ones at your restaurant the other night were nice”
“Yeah, our manager is very particular about keeping the restaurant clean. She’s only a few years old than us and she’s really fucking awesome to work for”.
“We really just need to head back down to the beach, we can pee in the ocean…” Torrie stated.
“True, I didn’t think about that, we are wearing bathing suits...We should just pee out on the beach” Oliva stated to Emily
“I guess you’re right…”
“Yeah, it’s ok to pee in your bathing suit...we do it all the time” Kay stated egging on Emily to agree to peeing herself in her bathing suit. “Let’s head over to the pier, we can go underneath and pee down there...The girls made their way down the end of the breach and under the pier… Kay just stood there and spread her legs and just started peeing through her bikini to break the ice...She peed for a good 30 seconds as Liv and Emily stood and watched intently as Kay now had a nice camel toe in her wet pink bikini bottoms… Torrie was next, as she did the same… she peed through her little yellow bottoms, loudly hissing as the pee soaked her crotch and ran down both of her legs…Liv and Emily just stood in awe as they watched the two girls pee…
Kay walked up and stuck her hand under Torrie’s crotch and gave it a nice feel…
“Ok, your turn Em, Kay walked up behind Emily and kicked her legs apart and put her hand on Emily’s ass. Emily spread and was a bit pee shy at first, she couldn’t get the stream to get started… Torrie walked up in front of Emily and put her hand down the front of Emily’s neon yellow bikini, feeling her rock solid stomach on the way down and mad her way to her tight little pussy lips… she spread them with her fingers and finally felt a warm steady stream of pee shoot out of Em’s pussy… Kay felt Em’s ass from the back as the pee shot out and down both of her legs… Torrie slipped her finger inside Emily’s tight pussy, and caught her clit with her thumb… Emily wasn’t sure what to do… she just stood there peeing and feeling ecstasy from Torrie rubbing her from the front and Kay feeling her tight ask from the back…. Torrie went to town on Emily’s clit and within about 45 seconds, gave her an intense orgasm… Emily dropped down to the ground as her Knees buckled. “WTF…how did you do that to me???????” Em asked
“She’s got the magic fingers….”
Liv had on a skimpy black bikini… “Can you...do that to me…” she asked Kay…
Kay moved over to Liv and stuck her hand down Liv’s suit bottoms. Kay could tell Liv’s pussy was wet with excitement… she began to go to town on Liv’s clit… rubbing it hard and fast while getting two fingers in her hot little pussy….You could audibly hear Kay’s fingers going in and out of Liv’s pussy and then it came… Liv shuddered and moaned loudly… then all of the sudden Kay felt hot warm liquid shooting all over her hand inside Liv’s bottoms. It came and came…. and Kay rubbed more….and more hot warm liquid shot into Kay’s hand…
“Wow… that was fucking amazing…” Thanks Kay…
“Thank you…” Kay stated…
After playing around for a bit, the girls made their way back from under the pier and over to their blankets.
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way before…” Emily stated, her knees were still weak…
“Well, sometimes when you pee yourself, it makes for a pretty intense orgasm…We pee ourselves a lot...it’s a fun thing to do…” Torrie offered up to the girls…
Liv was just still in awe… “I like the feeling of peeing also…” she offered up… “I just thought you had a weak bladder all these years….” Emily sounded a bit surprised with Liv’s revelation… “well, kind of, in the sense of I like the feeling of being wet…”
Torrie and Kay just were dumbfounded at how they have been so lucky to have found all the girls in town that like peeing… and now they have found two out of town girls that are into girls and like peeing also...How is it possible to be that lucky they thought…”yeah, well, we have a group of friends that are all pretty into it around here also…” Torrie stated…
“Really??? That’s crazy….I thought I was one of the few that liked….peeing myself…I have a pair of panties that I keep stashed away in my bedroom that I take out and pee in all the time…” Liv confessed…
“Torrie and I get together all the time after school to pee and… well, you know, we like to hook up a bit…”
“Wow, that’s so hot, Kay, I have to admit, you have the most incredible boobs I have ever seen…”
“Well, you haven’t quite “seen” them yet…”
“We need to change that then don’t we” Liv stated…
“Well, that’s up to Torrie...you have to ask her nicely…” she joked…
“I would never deny anyone from seeing your boobs Kay….” I tell you what, if you girls are able to get permission, why don’t you ask if you can come over to my place tonight… My mom goes to sleep early, since she has to go to work early and then we can all hit the beach again tomorrow, we live pretty close, so you can get picked up at the house in the morning at some point. I’ve got some clothes that you guys can borrow to play in… if you’re interested…
“YES” we will text our parent’s, but I can’t imagine they would have a major problem with it…”
The girls texted their parent’s and let them know that they were invited to hang out with their new friends Kay and Torrie later that evening… and they were given the OK to do so. “Great, so we will see you both later, come by after dinner and you guys can hang out. Here’s my address for later… Torrie texted both of the girls…. We will have some fun… have you guys ever...drank…?
“Alcohol? Yes, we’ve been around it at parties a lot…. there’s not much to do out where we live… everyone has alcohol at parties by us…Liv stated…” I can also bring… a little bit of weed if you guys are interested….I brought a little bit for Emmy and I to do, but we haven’t had a chance to break away yet…”
“Well, we’ve never smoked weed, but when my mom goes to sleep, we have a nice covered patio behind my house, so we can definitely hide back there and give it a try…”
“Great, we will see you both later tonight!” Emmy and Liv exclaimed excitedly…
The girls made their way back home to get ready for their little impromptu date for later….
“Tor, I can’t wait, I want to bang the shit out of both of those girls….”
“Yeah, they both have rocking bodies...I can’t wait to get back with them again, they are fun…”
“Definitely!”
Kay and Torrie went home to prepare for their new friends to come over for some fun... |
The Vacationers Part 2
Torrie’s mom got home from work and greeted Torrie and Kay. “Kay, are you joining us for dinner tonight?”
“If you’ll have me, I would love to join you!”
“Of course Dear, you are always welcome here!”
“So mom, we met a few new friends who have been vacationing here for years, they are really cool and I invited them to come over tonight, would that be OK?”
“If you both feel like they are nice kids, then sure, that’s fine with me. I have to get up early for work, so if I need to speak to their parent’s, let me know, I just ask that you all make sure you are not too loud, as it’s a work night for me.”
“Sure, that’s no problem, I’ll text the girls and tell them that it’s ok to come by and that you would be ok to meet their parents when they get dropped off. I told them around 8 would likely be best, knowing that you would want to be asleep soon after”
“That’s perfect for me dear, I appreciate that”.
Torrie texted Emily and Olivia and told them everything was a go and that 8pm would be perfect. They texted back saying that would be great, and that the two moms would be coming to drop the girls off. Torrie told them that her mom will be happy to meet them and such.
At 8 PM, the girls arrived, Torrie’s mom welcomed Liv and Em’s mom in and they made small talk and all got to know each other a little bit.
“Thanks so much for welcoming the girls into your house, they seemed to have it it off with your two girls and this gives them a change of scenery. They are getting older and it’s hard to keep them interested in hanging out with their younger brothers and us… you know how it is!”
“Yes, I totally understand. Torrie and Kay are two great kids and they were very excited to invite your daughters to the house. They were both a bit shy growing up, so I’m happy that they are meeting new friends. I have to admit though, Kay isn’t mine, she’s like my daughter, but she lives a few houses up, her and Torrie are best friends and have been since they were born.”
“Wow, that’s funny, that’s pretty much our girls also, best friends by default!”
“Well, the girls will have fun, I have to go to work early in the morning, but your girls are welcome to stay as long as they want in the morning until you come pick them up, I’ll make sure all the girls have a good breakfast, and then they are your’s again!”
“That’s great, thanks so much, we have just loved everyone in this town for so long and you just have confirmed why we love bringing out families here for vacation. I hope the girls will make life long friends with each other and be able to see each other for many years to come!” Liv and Em’s moms then left.
Torrie and Kay brought Liv and Em down to the bar and game room at Torrie’s house. The girls chatted and waited for Torrie’s mom to hit the sack for the night. She would take a mild sleep aid and would be pretty much out cold. She came down and told the girls she was heading off to sleep. That was Torrie’s cue to break out a bit of booze for the girls. Liv and Em were both wearing skin tight low rise jeans and tight little tops that showed off their rocking bodies. Both had a little visible panty lines and a bit of camel toe from their jeans hugging every single bit of their lower bodies. Torrie broke out vodka and tequila and the girls all started taking some shots and quickly started to get tipsy and playing some games and telling tales of parties they’ve been to and Torrie and Kay told their story of how they got into wetting and watersports play and how their friends had a little bit of a secret club. Liv and Emily were extremely interested in the tales that Torrie and Kay had to tell. As it started to get a little bit later in the evening and the girls were a bit more tipsy, Liv stated that she was starting to get pretty desperate to pee. Kay encouraged her that it was fun to hold as long as possible and Torrie started to get very interested as she knew that they would easily work Liv into wetting her pants soon. Emily then stated that maybe Liv should break out her weed and that they go outside and smoke a little bit of it to relax. Torrie and Kay had never tried weed before, but were certainly interested in it. Torrie’s mom was sound asleep, and the back yard was fairly dark at night with no lights on and the back yard was pretty private with the fence that they had, so other than someone being outside at 1 in the morning smelling the weed, no one should bother them.
The girls all head outside and Liv and Emily explained how to smoke the joint, as Liv lit it up and took her first hit off of it like a pro. Emily then took her first drag from the joint, held it in, and let it out and had a little cough at the end. She warned Torrie and Kay to take small drags to start until they got used to it and warned them they may choke a bit this first time. Torrie took the next hit, taking in a small amount and swallowing and she instantly started to cough, trying to quell the sound by grabbing a pillow from a nearby patio couch. It did a good job muffling the noise. Kay took the next hit and the same ensued for her, a bit of coughing. Liv and Em laughed as they both took hits again. The girls passed the joint around for the next 15 or so minutes until they pretty much got it all down. Torrie and Kay were already a bit tipsy on the liquor, and how they just felt like very chill drunks, nice and relaxed. The girls sat down on the couches out on Torrie’s back patio. Liv and Emily weren’t quite as used to drinking as Kay and Torrie were, so they also felt some really enhanced feelings of the weed and were spinning a little bit on top of being stoned. Kay was pretty hammered at this point and stood up and without warning, just started to piss down both of her legs with full force, she was wearing a pair of white jeans shorts and a hoodie with white panties. Kay’s little jeans shorts fit her crotch and ass nice and snug and the pee ran up her ass crack and filled her crotch and began to soak half way up the front of her sorts, definitely making them see through. Kay stopped the stream for a minute, but as quickly as she stopped, it started up again and Hot pee continued to well up in Kay’s nice thick pussy and pour down both of her bare legs. The other girls watched in amazement as Kay had no care of peeing in front of everyone. Liv and Emily were in awe of Kay’s freeness.
“Man, that was an insane amount of pee that just came out of your body…” Liv said as she looked on in amazement.
“It felt really good too”. I just couldn’t hold it anymore and it started to come out. I can usually hold my pee forever, but I legit just had an accident in my pants...It was like I was...I don’t know...out of my body or something, it started to come while I was sitting and I just stood up and it wouldn’t stop…What about you Liv, you said you had to pee pretty bad…”
“I was hoping to weary these jeans tomorrow again, it would be hard to explain to my parents why my jeans are full of piss”
“No worries, before we go to bed, I’ll throw all of our clothes in the wash and then we will dry them before you get picked up tomorrow...it will be ok if you wanted to wet yourself” Torrie tried to assure Liv.
“I'm so wasted right now, I almost don’t even care. I would even let you piss on me at this point.
“That could be arranged…” Torrie smiled devilishly.
Liv sat there on the outdoor couch and she spread her legs and leaned back on the wicker couch and pushed her crotch outwards a little bit. Torrie moved a bit closer and placed her hand on Liv’s inner thighs and just gently brushed against Liv’s pussy with the side of her hand, being a little bit slick as she copped a cheap feel, but she was also waiting to feel that familiar hot wet feeling on her hand. Liv relaxed her muscles and started to feel her panties get damp as she released a spurt, but instinctively her pussy stopped the flow even though she had to piss insanely bad. Her tight flat tummy bulged at the bottom so hard in her jeans that she felt as though she would burst out of them soon. She tried to relax again and a larger spurt came out soaking through the crotch of her jeans as Torrie continued to rub Liv’s inner thighs and then she began rubbing the wet spot on Liv’s tight triangular bulge in the crotch of her skintight jeans. Torrie urged Liv to stand, saying that it would help alleviate the pressure that her tight jeans were causing and stopping her flow. Liv stood up and Torrie crouched down in front of her with her face in front of Liv’s crotch, she put both hands on Liv’s waste and then slid in and down to Liv’s crotch, rubbing the damp fabric, Liv swayed back and forth, finding it hard to stand from being wasted, but also from the pleasure she was feeling from Torrie’s hands. Suddenly a nice warm stream seemed to start to come out of Liv’s jeans and started to run down the insides of her legs. Torrie moved her nose right up against Liv’s pussy and she could feel the hot pee, she stuck her tongue out and tasted the hot piss as it was flowing down both of Liv’s legs, and all up the front of her jeans. Torrie then began to rub Liv’s pussy harder with both of her hands as the pee continued to flow, pee ran down Torrie’s arms from the position she was in on the ground, she could feel the pee puddle around her bare knees as she knelt in front of Liv. Liv’s eyes were closed and she continued to sway back and forth, Torrie almost had to grab her around the hips again to keep her stable. Torrie unzipped the front of Liv’s jeans and slid them down and she went to town on Liv’s pussy through her little transparent white cotton panties. She was rubbing Liv’s clit like crazy, when all of the sudden Liv’s body shook and she fell forward onto Torrie on the ground as she moaned. Torrie caught her and continued rubbing the shit out of Liv’s pussy, she shuddered again and began to pee again full force into her panties as she was on top of Torrie. Liv’s warm pee soaked into Torrie’s little cotton shorts as Liv’s jeans were still pulled half down. Torrie then repositioned herself on top of Liv’s crotch and she just started to pee through her little white cotton shorts further soaking Liv’s panties with hot piss and she continued feeling Liv’s pussy as her pee now mixed with Liv’s pee. Shortly enough, Liv had another insane orgasm… She was speechless… she was just in a state of almost passing out from the feeling of being wasted, but also from having so many endorphins from the orgasms.
Torrie’s pussy was now throbbing insanely as she jammed her hand down to give herself some relief. Kay could tell Torrie was insanely horny, but she watched as she gently rubbed her own crotch while watching. Emily sat on the couch and as Torrie stood up and looked her way, she could see a large wet spot on the tight crotch of her jeans. Em was so enthralled with watching all the pissing, that she was gently leaking into her jeans the entire time. In fact, her ass was soaked in pee. She let little spurts out soaking her panties and her jeans. Torrie drew Kay’s attention to Emily’s big wet spot on her jeans as she sat there now with her eyes closed rubbing her crotch on the outdoor couch. She was so wasted that she was just getting herself off and seemed oblivious to what was going on around her. Kay and Torrie helped Liv up and got her skintight jeans pulled back up and buttoned. There wasn’t really a dry spot on them. She started feeling a little cold as they were soaked and it was only about 65 degrees out and breezy. All 3 girls watched Emily just quietly masturbate without a care in the world. They all didn’t say a word to her, they saw her shiver just a little bit and continue rubbing, then shivered again...and she moaned a little bit...she then stopped rubbing and she was breathing heavy...she took a nice deep breath and she just sat there passed out...like totally out cold. The girls figured they would get Emily inside since she seemed to be pretty hammered.
They got her up and walked her inside, all 3 girls needed to hold her up. Then Emily exclaimed she was going to be sick, so the girls rushed her into the bathroom that was in the basement and she puked in the toilet as the girls held her hair. After she finished she was crying a little bit, but she felt a little bit better. She had pretty wet jeans from peeing herself, so Torrie helped her up and sat her on the toilet and told her to pee before she went to get changed for bed. Emily just let go peeing through her jeans, further soaking her ass. When she finished, Torrie helped her up and pee that was welled up in her crotch started to slowly soak down her inner thighs a bit. Torrie helped Em take off her tight jeans and she felt up Em’s tight wet ass. Her panties were saturated and pee ran down both of Emmy’s legs as Torrie rubbed her. She then got her fully undressed and the wiped her down and the girls got her dressed into dry clothes and put her to sleep.
Kay and Torrie and Liv cleaned up and got changed into dry clothes. Emily was on the air mattress on Torrie’s floor.
The other 3 girls climbed into Torrie’s bed and Torrie and Kay both began making out with Liv, there was lots of fingering, feeling of breasts, especially Kay’s huge tits, Liv was enamored with them and Torrie couldn’t get enough of Liv’s tight little pussy, she just wanted to keep tasting Liv’s pussy. The girls made out for about an hour, with several orgasms later, the girls passed out.
In the morning, Kay woke up having to piss like really bad. She got up and went to the bathroom. While she was in there, she felt a bit naughty and decided to pee through her panties on the toilet and then put her shorts back on over her wet panties. She climbed back in bed with her wet panties. Torrie woke up and asked her if she was ok.
“Yeah, I had to pee really bad...I peed in my panties a little bit, so I just sat on the toilet and wet them more”. Torrie then slid her hand in between Kay’s legs and felt the warm damp crotch of her shorts. Torrie got up and said that she was going to do the same. Liv was still passed out cold. Torrie went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet in her panties and pissed a warm yellow stream of pee into her panties. They were soaked and yellow…She then pulled her tight spandex shorts up over them and went back into bed with Kay and Liv. Kay and Torrie held each other, gently feeling their wet panties as they fell back asleep again. A few hours later, Torrie’s mom knocked on the door and said she was heading to work.
Emily started to stir a little bit on the mattress from the noise and she threw back the covers. She started to feel panicked and embarrassed. She had wet the bed from being so wasted, even though Torrie made her pee before bed. She was drenched, her shirt was soaked, her panties, her legs, she was totally soaked. Torrie hugged her and told her not to worry, that it was ok, her panties were still pretty wet from peeing through them earlier, so she tried making Emmy feel better by pulling her shorts down and showing her the wet panties she was wearing and it was only an air mattress, it could be wiped down. She actually sat down on the mattress with her in Emily’s puddle and she laid down in Emmy’s cold pee and she told her, let’s warm up this bed, Torrie started to piss full force, soaking herself again with hot yellow pee and she encouraged Emily to do the same to warm herself up. Emily relaxed and let more pee go as it soaked quickly into her already soaked shorts and panties. The wet clothes just clung to her tight little body. Kay then came over and decided to do the same, she added her pee to the mix. The pee then started to spill over the plastic mattress and onto the floor. Torrie grabbed some towels to absorb the lake of piss from the 3 girls. Liv was still dead to the world sleeping. After the girls made out with Emily a little bit, they all decided to clean up and shower together. As they were all showering and washing each other off, Liv came stumbling into the bathroom. Kay jumped out of the shower and grabbed Liv and dragged her into the shower in her clothes, soaking her nice little tits and shorts. She spread her legs and peed her morning pee, as hot yellow pee started to circle the drain in the shower and they stripped her down to wash her off…
The girls finally got dressed and went down to eat some breakfast and soon the girls got picked up. They would be leaving the beach the next morning, but the girls all vowed to stay in touch and they would for many more years, making it an annual tradition to get together at least one night during the girl’s vacation to get wasted, drink, and make out, that would go on for the next 4 years until the girls all ended up in the same college… but that’s for a story much down the line... |
Sorry I’ve been away from writing, just haven’t had much time lately and when I have, it’s been more catching up on the rest of life. However, it’s not that I haven’t been thinking about a new chapter, I always have ideas in my head, so I think I finally have enough to write a little bit, so I’ll give this next chapter a shot and see how it goes!
Beach Trip or Pee Trip…? - Part 1
Katie and Mandy were texting back and forth one night about setting up time for Mandy to come take a weekend visit. Mandy mentioned how it would be fun for her and Sammy to come down to hang out and it happened that Katie’s parents were taking Riley out of town for a dance competition, and they were leaving on a Thursday and coming back on a Sunday and Katie had work obligations on Thursday and Friday, so she was given the ok to be able to stay home, so Katie couldn’t wait to have a little bit of home time to indulge in some fun alone, but also with her Mandy and Sammy. Mandy and Sammy planned to come down to hang out on the beach on Friday while Katie was working and then they would get together and hang out on Friday night and Saturday and then head back home on Sunday after breakfast and before Katie’s parents returned back that evening from their trip with Riley.
Mandy and Sammy also decided that it would be fun to bring their cute little cheerleader friends Haley and Gabby that they “saved” at the party last winter and then subsequently hooked up with that night, so they thought it would be fun to indulge with them a little bit. Katie texted Lizzie also to hang and hook them up with some beverages for the weekend which she would get from her older sister Lexi.
The Thursday night before, Katie got home from work to an empty house and was really anticipating the arrival of Mandy, Sammy, Gabby and Haley for the weekend. Lizzie was going to join the girls on Friday evening and then they would hang out on Saturday and planned to meet up with Torrie and Kay at the beach.
“Make sure you bring a couple of extra outfits with you!” Katie texted to Mandy.
“Why bother, I can just borrow your clothes...LOL”
“Anything you want wise ass”
“Oh, I want to come and party, get drunk, and have lots of wet action”
“Sounds Like a plan, can’t wait to see you guys and meet your two little tight cheerleader friends…”
Mandy sent off a couple of pictures of the girls to Katie…
“Can’t wait…”
Katie sat back and thought about seeing the two cute cheerleader girls in a pair of tight wet jeans, just imagining how firm their bodies were. She started stalking them on Facebook and looking through lots of pictures of the girls in tight leggings and their cheerleader outfits, bikini shots from pool parties. Soon she just laid back and closed her eyes and started to rub herself through her little Khaki work shorts and quickly realized that was probably not a good idea as she needed to wear them to work tomorrow, even though she was enjoying the feeling of the tight fabric on her pussy and the zipper was hitting her clit in the right spot… She whipped them off and started to masturbate furiously through her panties. Soon she could feel them getting wet from being so horny and felt a big rush of pee escape and down her butt and onto her sheets. She quickly realized and snapped back to reality, inspecting the damage on the bed. Not too bad, but decided she didn’t want to have to change her sheets, so she quickly ran to her bathroom with her hand jammed into her crotch then entire way and as soon as she hit the shower, she climaxed again and just let the pee flow through her panties and down her legs… She caught her breath and couldn’t wait to continue having fun tomorrow as she turned on the shower to rinse herself off.
Friday morning had come and Sammy came and picked up Mandy and they headed over to pick up the pee twins (as they called them) Gabby and Haley, first thing Friday morning to start the hour and a half trip down to visit Katie. They were going to hit the beach first for the day. Sammy and Mandy got Haley and Gabby from Haley’s house and met Haley’s mom. She urged the girls to be safe and let them know when they got to the beach and Sammy assured that she would take good care of the girls and had made the trip many times. Sammy couldn’t stop staring at the girls as they both wore tight little white jeans shorts that were almost showing the girls but cheeks and hugging both of their tight pussies in the most amazing way. They were both also wearing tight blue half shirts showing their tight little stomachs off. Once packed up and on their way, Haley and Gabby exclaimed how excited they were to get down to the beach and hang out with Sammy and Mandy.
You guys have your bikini’s on under your outfits, Sammy asked. Yeah, we just figured it was easy enough so that we could hit the beach and just slip out of our stuff and hit the ocean. “Ok, good, that’s what we are doing too.” Sammy and Mandy both had on tight denim Jeans shorts and ironically, they also wore the same tight white shirts that you could see their bikini tops through a bit from the thin material. Sammy laughed and joked how here and Mandy had the same outfits on and the “twins’ had the same outfits on. Even though Gabby and Haley were totally not sisters, they could easily pass for twins, they both had the same exact tight bodies, cute straight brown hair in a pony tail, cute little faces and they had the same mannerisms making them...twins as Sammy and Mandy called them. Sammy had a little bit of a devilish plan in place in her mind as soon as she saw the girls in their sexy little outfits. She decided everyone needed to start the day out right with a nice large Starbucks drink and breakfast and all the girls agreed, so they stopped in, grabbed some drinks and a quick snack and ate at one of the tables and chatted about places that they wanted to go and how great it would be do so without any supervision for the weekend. Once the girls finished, Sammy had ordered another set of drinks for everyone to bring along in the car. Mandy knew where this was going…
“Oh, more drinks...I may need to hit the bathroom first before we head out then” Gabby said to the rest of the girls.
“Well, it’s already 8:30, we should get on the road, we have to get down there and get parking and stuff, so it’s going to be tight because it’s a Friday, the later we are, the harder it will be to find a place. Besides, it won’t take that long to get there and there’s already 3 people waiting, we can all hold it for an hour”.
“Ok, yeah, I will be fine, let’s go”
The girls hurried out and got on the road and started out. Sammy really wasn’t worried about finding parking, and she secretly knew that they were heading into rush hour traffic as it was still a work day, and they were going to be closer to 2 hours before they made it to the beach and then they needed to get their spot and make it to the beach, so there was sure to be some sort of desperation to pee, probably from all of them and Sammy was ready for it. Sammy had a cute little white bikini on, Mandy had a red and white polkadot bikini and the “twins”, as we will call them, both wore a little pink bikini under their outfits.
Traffic wasn’t terrible getting to the main highway down to the beaches, but it was a little slow and Gabby started to instantly regret not being more insistent on using the bathroom. The girls hit the highway, chit chatting about this and that as they continued on their way. Sammy had put a sizable dent in her drink already, as did Haley and Mandy. Gabby sipped her drink a little bit, but by this point, she really needed to pee and she was trying to minimize making her need any worse. About 30 minutes into the trip, the traffic started to come to a bit of a crawl. GPS notified the girls that there was an accident about 5 miles ahead. Gabby started to cross her legs as tight as she could cross them and it didn’t take Haley long to notice that Gabby was starting to look a bit desperate to pee.
“How you doing babe?”
“I have to pee so bad right now”
“Well, we are going to have a bit of time before we are able to even get off the highway” Sammy stated
“Great…” Gabby uttered under her breath
“Hey, listen, if you have to pee, you have to pee…what can you do right?” Sammy stated as she was trying to heighten Gabby’s need to pee by talking about it.
“Yeah, we know you almost peed in the car the night of the party, when you peed your pants…” Mandy reminded Gabby…
Haley caught on a bit on what Sammy and Mandy were doing and felt a little bit bad for Gabby, as she knew she was desperate to pee, but the talk of the party also brought her back to that night and how much fun she had with her girl on girl experiences that night with peeing and with how Mandy and Sammy were almost sexy little magicians with their hands and how they made her feel that night.
“If anyone finishes their drink soon, please feel free to give me your cup, I would certainly be happy to utilize it to pee in.” Gabby said in a pretty desperate tone
“Sorry kiddo, still have at least half of mine left, not sure I”m going to be drinking too much more”
“Same here”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be finished either, and your’s is still full” Haley stated.
“Yeah, and not only that, if you were to win your pants down, the guys in the work truck next to us, can see right into the car, so you would be giving them quite a show” Mandy stated…
“UGGHHH!, Yeah, I guess, but I almost don’t care at this point” Gabby said
“Mandy peed in my car the last time we came down this way to visit her cousin…”
“Umm, yeah so did you!”
“Really...Do tell…” Haley asked…
The girls then recounted the tale of how they were in the car and couldn’t pull over and had to pee so bad that they couldn't wait and how Mandy had an accident in her jeans, then Sammy peed in her jeans and the girls then attended a “pee party” and showed up in their wet pants ready to go and then told of all of their experiences of PEE, PEE and more PEE….. By this time Gabby was so desperate that she had her hand jammed into her crotch, her legs were bouncing up and down and she was rubbing herself to try to hold the pee in, but she knew that it was not long before she was going to lose this battle, and it was she was going to piss herself in the car, try to empty her drink out and then pee into the cup or even if she was able to get out of the car, she wasn’t even sure she could walk more than a few steps without exploding. She tried drinking some of the drink to see if she could make some room in the cup, but she knew that it wouldn’t be much and that even if she peed into the cup, she would have to probably pour it out the window and empty it to be able to keep peeing and she knew that once she started, there was going to be no stopping it. All of the sudden she felt her face go flush and she felt her hand start to get warm. She was so numb in the crotch that she didn’t even feel that she was peeing at that point. Haley watched intently as she knew Gabby was losing it. Tears of pain welled up in Gabby’s eyes.
“Sammy….I’m so sorry, but I…”
“It’s ok, you can pee, we can wipe the seats down, besides, I want to see that cute little ass all soaking wet…”
“Me too…” Mandy said as she excitedly turned around in her seat and looked towards to back while Sammy moved the mirror to see Gabby in the back seat.
Gabby’s ass started to feel warm and a stream of hot yellow pee started to pop our down the front of the seat and onto the floor as well as pooling up around Gabby’s tight little ass. She had given in and Haley reached over and spread Gabby’s legs with her hand to get a look at Gabby’s crotch. The tight white shorts she was wearing had become a bright yellow as the pee poured out of her tight little pussy so fast that it was even coming out the sides of Gabby’s shorts.
“Damn girl, your shorts are soaked and yellow…” Mandy laughed… “I want to get back there and feel that ass…”
Gabby had a big sense of relief and then she suddenly came to the realization that when she got out of the car at the beach that everyone would see her yellow peed shorts. “Fuck, what am I going to do about my shorts, everyone is going to see that I pissed myself”.
“Don’t worry about it...when we get out, just take them off and wrap a towel around yourself until we get to the beach.”
“Yeah, that’s true, I actually think I brought a little wrap, it really feels so good, I’m so sorry I made a mess on your seat Sammy” as she squished in the puddle.
“It’s all good sweetie, you need to get up and show me your ass so I can see it in the mirror… and I’ll forgive you”. Gabby undid her seatbelt and picked her ass out of her pee puddle as her tight shorts clung to her ass and you could see the outline of her pink bikini bottoms through the wet white denim. All 3 girls whistled and hooted and stated how hot she looked in her wet shorts...Mandy slapped her in the ass and pee spattered off as pee also ran down Gabby’s legs. Then Mandy started to run her hand along the inside of Gabby’s thighs from behind and reached her tight crotch full of dripping pee and felt her up. Haley watched on in excitement. “If it makes you feel any better, I need to pee pretty bad also.”
“Why don’t you slide over into Gabby’s seat and pee there, so that way there’s not two pee spots in my back seat Sammy laughed.”
“Ohh, umm, yeah, I was going to just hold it…”
“No, slide over and pee, it’s ok, no sense of holding it and hurting” Sammy encouraged Haley…
“Umm, ok…I certainly wouldn’t mind peeing” she laughed.
Gabby sat back down in her seat and motioned for Haley to just come over and sit on her lap. “I’m already soaked and it’s starting to get a little cold already, so just come and sit on my lap.”
“Umm, ok… Haley said again…
“Fuck yeah…” Mandy screamed. “You guys are making me so horny, I’m about to have an orgasm and piss myself” Mandy exclaimed proudly as she rubbed her pussy through her tight little denim shorts. Haley slid over and sat on Gabby’s lap and Gabby wrapped her hands around Haley’s waist to hold her on her lap, she moved her hands to touch Haley’s soft skin across her six pack stomach and then slid down to Haley’s hips and then back up around the front of her and into Haley’s crotch. Sammy could see a little bit of what was happening in the mirror, but knew she had to keep her eyes on the traffic in front of her. “Fuck, this isn’t fair that I can’t watch this…” Mandy was peaking around the corner of the seat and motioned to Sammy that she was recording it on her phone…
Haley took a few minutes, but she finally got her stream started and warm pee filled her little pink bikini bottom and started to saturate her white shorts as pee ran down her butt and into Gabby’s crotch. Gabby had one hand in her crotch and then moved one hand into Haley’s crotch. She rubbed her crotch as Haley’s hot pee started to warm the entire front of Gabby’s shorts, mixing with the pee that was already in her pants. Pee smells wafted through the car as the pee twins lived up to their name. Gabby rubbed herself and Haley at the same time as Mandy continued filming as both girls were almost oblivious to what was going on around them at this point. Haley finally finished peeing as there was now a lake of pee on the seat and on the rubber floor mat by her feet as her feet spattered in the pee puddle on the ground.
Mandy rubbed her crotch as she intently watched Gabby rubbing the hell out of Haley. Haley’s eyes were half shut and almost in a trance as she shuddered and moaned…”Damn girl, let it go” Mandy egged her on. She could then see Haley’s crotch glisten again as she pushed out more pee…Mandy had started to form a nice wet spot on her shorts from rubbing herself and from little leaks of pee that she was doing while rubbing and watching the girls in the back. Haley moved back over to her seat in her soaked shorts and Gabby was just absolutely drenched. She looked like she just got out of the ocean in her shorts, but she was still sitting in her seat…”
Mandy unbuckled herself and quickly climbed into the back seat as the traffic had stopped for a second on the highway and she slid over next to Gabby in the back seat.
“Wait, what the hell, you are leaving me up here in the front by myself…”
“I’ll be back...maybe…”
“Just stay back there, I can’t have you climbing back and forth while I’m driving”
Mandy’s wet spot was starting to grow on her little blue jean shorts. She sat in the middle between the two girls and she jammed on hand into Haley’s crotch and one into Gabby’s crotch and felt the pee on both of them. “You guys have such tight bodies, I’m in heaven right now…” Gabby and Haley then each put a hand into Mandy’s crotch and they both started to rub her gently. Mandy shut her eyes and arched her back up off the seat as she had her hands in the twin’s peed pants and they were rubbing her when the dam broke and Mandy started to wet her pants, the pee quickly ran down ass and her light denim shorts turned a dark blue as the pee soaked them through. Mandy leaned over and kissed Gabby, she started to definitely swap spit with her and then she reached over and grabbed Gabby’s perky little breasts, leaving a visible wet spot on her shirt from the pee that had soaked Mandy’s hands. She then turned her attention over to Haley and did the same to her and Haley was ready to reach in and kiss her passionately, catching Mandy by surprise, but she loved it. The three girls sat in the back seat, soaked in pee, rubbing each other and making out as Sammy jealously drove while thinking about getting involved in the make out session the whole time, but she couldn’t because she was driving. Sammy figured she would at least have a little fun while she listened to the kissing and moaning in the back seat, she slowly let little spurts of warm pee out into her shorts a little bit at a time, just enough to wet her pants, but not make a big mess on the seat and she rubbed herself with one hand, while driving with the other. This went on for about 30 minutes when she finally pulled into town. “We’re here…”
By this time Sammy’s shorts were pretty wet with pee, but she managed not to make a puddle in her seat. All four girls realized that they were all soaked in pee and needed to get out of the car to get to the trunk to get towels and such. Sammy volunteered to jump out and when the coast was clear to grab some towels for the girls, party because she was just leaking a little bit here and there and she wanted to jump out and pee really bad. They pulled into a lot to park and drove all the way to the end of a row where no one seemed to be around. She got out of the car and looked around and no one was anywhere near them other than walking down the street in front of the car, so she knew that she would be in the clear to pee standing at the trunk. She raised the trunk and stood there and immediately started to pee, her shorts were so tight that the pee started to climb up her butt and ran nicely down both of her smooth tan legs. She sneakily put her hand down and gave a few quick rubs to her crotch as pee continued to cascade down her legs and onto her feet and sandals. It seemed like she would never stop and it just kept coming out. Her ass was drenched and the pee had also run halfway up the front of her shorts as well. Gabby peaked out the door and asked if everything was going ok back there. “Yeah, well, I had to pee also, so I’m peeing right now”. Sammy grabbed the beach bags and handed them to girls in the car. They all slipped their soaked shorts off and and stood in their wet bikini bottoms. Being that they were in bathing suits, wet bottoms didn’t really look all that out of place as everyone was walking around from the beaches, but the girls put some wraps on anyway to walk to the beaches with. The girls decided that they would lay their wet shorts out on the back seat and they cracked all the windows open to let in some fresh sea breeze. They cleaned up the pee on the floor and seats with a spare towel that Sammy kept in the car in case she had to pee.
The girls headed out to the beach to get their tans on and get ready to meet up with Katie and Lizzie later that evening!
To be continued... |
Meanwhile…It’s been a while, I’ve been plugging away at this chapter for a few weeks here and there when I’ve had a few minutes. I Like it, I hope you all do also, it’s been a while to write it, but it’s a fun chapter. Inspired by some of the stories on the experiences pages of the forum...
Katie was just waking up, getting ready for her mid day shift at work and then getting ready for her friends to come over later tonight. As she woke up, she couldn’t help getting super excited about the day to come. She knew Lizzie would be coming over, and she hadn’t hung out with her in a couple of weeks and last time they were together, Lizzie was wearing the most incredible tight grey leggings that just hugged every curve in her lower half, showing the most incredible thigh gap, and sinking into her but cheeks and showing every curve of her pussy, she might as well have been naked, because there was nothing left to the imagination in these pants. She didn’t get to see Lizzie pee in them, because they had only met up for a few hours before one of Katie’s work shifts on the boardwalk for a quick lunch and then they parted ways for the day, but that image left Katie so wanting more of those leggings, she requested Lizzie to wear them tonight when they hung out. Just sitting in bed, she couldn’t help thinking about them. Then there was the famous tight little Pee Twins that she’s heard so much about from her cousin Mandy and of course, Sammy, who just lit up the room with sexy fun any time that she was in it, and she knew how to just turn everyone on in every situation.
Katie had been masturbating for as long as she could remember and at least once a day, sometimes once in the morning and once before bed. She, like Torrie, had been able to master the multiple orgasms as well. She had also secretly loved peeing and masturbating, which is why she fit in so well with Torrie and Kay and of course her cousin Mandy. She and Mandy had loved peeing as far back as they could remember and were always naughty about peeing and masturbating and talking about it. As we touched on a while back, Mandy was adopted when she was a about 4 years old out of foster care, but as Mandy and Katie grew up together, they were the best of friends, cousins by means of family ties, but not by blood, so when they started to begin to explore their sexuality, they never felt anything taboo about hooking up with each other, or being in the same room when masturbating, or just hanging out and talking about all things kinky with each other.
Katie would often look back at one of her most vivid memories of when her and Mandy realized that they would be uninhibited around each other. Mandy was sleeping over at Katie one night a few years ago, and Mandy had been fidgeting around, it was super late and the girls were playing around on their phones and chatting and Mandy had her hands down by her crotch and was squeezing her crotch with her hand and kind of rocking back and forth when Katie asked her if she was ok. “What you doing over there??” Are you...Playing with yourself?”
“Oh, yeah, well, I was checking out some stuff on insta and it was making me a little...you know”
“What...excited?”
“Yeah, and I really have to pee bad, but I don’t feel like moving right now, check out these hot girls on this page…”
“Damn...they are hot, are you, into girls more than guys” Katie asked sheepishly
“Yeah, by far, I don’t know why, I just have always love girls, it’s just the way I am, is that ok?
“Yeah, I mean, I think I’ve always kinda felt that way too, but I’ve never told anyone about it and..you know.. I have never really...done anything with a girl or anything…”
“Yeah, I’ve never “done” anything with a girl either, but I want to so bad”
“I like to feel myself also, all the time…” Katie blurted out. “I love the feeling, I do it all the time”
“Well….Ok, I guess we are just opening right up to each other”, Mandy laughed. “You know, we aren’t really related...as Mandy started to just spread her legs a little bit with her hand down her pants now. Why don’t we “get off” together, show each other how we do it...maybe...I can help you and you can help me…”
Katie's Mind was racing so fast and her heart was beating fast, was she up for this?? Right here with Mandy, who she’s really felt like a blood cousin, but the excitement of the proposal by Mandy was hard to pass up, it was her chance to explore something she’s felt for a while, but never had the opportunity to act on… “Sure... I’m...up for “trying” some stuff out” Katie said
“If that’s the case, I’ll tell you another secret, I want to pee in my pants right now”.
“Wait, what do you mean, you WANT to pee in your pants?”
“Yeah, I have been doing it forever and I love the feeling, and I always have to hide it, because I was doing it a lot on purpose and getting caught and my mom was getting so mad at me. I always claimed I couldn’t hold it and she even took me to the doctor, but the doctor said there was nothing really wrong with me, Just a “stage” maybe, and it is I guess...one that I want to keep doing…I realized after wetting my bed one night that I loved the feeling and I had done it again on purpose until I got in trouble, so now I have some hidden clothes in my room that I use to pee in all the time”
“WOW, ummm, I don’t know what to say. How have you never told me this before???”
“Well, it was a little embarrassing to tell you that I like to piss myself on purpose because I like the feeling...you know??”
“So what happens, you pee and you...masturbate?”
“Yeah, something like that. Sometimes I masturbate and I pee while masturbating…almost like I can’t control myself. Have you ever peed your pants before...on purpose…?”
“I mean, I’ve peed my pants before....by accident...I was never really embarrassed about doing it, never really got in trouble for it, just been more...accidents. I guess I don’t mind it. I mean, I always pee in my bathing suit when I’m at the beach, it’s just so much easier than finding a bathroom because I’m usually wet anyway and it is nice and warm.
“Yeah...that sounds hot, I would love to see you pee in your bathing suit…” Mandy started to rub her crotch through her cute, skin tight, light pink leggings that she was going to wear to sleep as Katie just sat watching intently and started to feel that tingle in her crotch from watching her “cousin/bestie” start to masturbate right in front of her. “I bet the pee is so warm when you pee in your bathing suit, I want to put my hand underneath it and feel it” Mandy said while she had her eyes closed and was rubbing the outline of her swollen pussy lips...Mandy was so engulfed in herself that Katie was watching a small wet patch form on Mandy’s leggings, turning the material from light pink to dark pink, and she watched it grow slowly and then realized that Mandy wasn’t stopping her pee and it was just glistening as a puddle formed on her bedroom floor. It seemed like Mandy was peeing for 2 minutes straight full force on the floor...in her pants.. Mandy’s ass and pussy and legs were soaking in a lake of yellow pee right on her floor. The light pink leggins were dark and yellowed and Mandy was now rubbing even more furiously and she was moaning lightly. Katie’s heart raced, because what if her mom had woken up and heard them talking and she came in. Mandy had peed a lake on to Katie’s bedroom floor...how were they going to clean it up… It was hardwood floor where Mandy was sitting, but it was spreading towards the throw rug she had near the bed, she quickly got up and ran into her bathroom and grabbed her bath towel and ran back and put it near the carpet so the pee didn’t roll onto it. Mandy was still going to town, unknowing Katie had even moved. All of the sudden Mandy’s body shuddered and Mandy squealed. Katie’s crotch was now pounding with excitement, but she was just frozen with the site that she was witnessing and she was scared they were about to get caught. Mandy was almost in a trance as she shuddered a few more times and her fast breathing started to slow a little bit, her eyes opened and realized the size of the piss lake that she was sitting in… “shit...shit...I’m sorry Katie, I didn’t mean to make such a huge mess on the floor…”
“Ummm that’s ok, I think we can clean it up...I mean, but what if my mom asks what happened, we have to get these clothes clean, I mean, you are covered in pee right now and so is the floor”
“Yeah, I wasn’t really thinking about that, I got caught up in the moment…” What if you...just did the same since we already have a mess going…” Mandy stood up, her leggings were saturated and pee dripped off her tight ass and spattered on the floor, she turned around to inspect the damage and felt her ass and squeezed some of the pee from her leggings. She walked up to Katie and led her over to the pee puddle which now Katie was standing in. “wait, I”m standing in your pee...what the fuck”
“Shhh, you’re going to wake up your parents, keep quiet and don’t worry about it, you’re going to pee also anyway” First, you want to see what my pants feel like….She grabbed Katie's hand and pulled it towards her crotch. Katie held her hand there and Mandy moved it up and down. “Do I have to do the work for you??? She laughed…”you can touch, I won’t bite” Katie’s heart raced as she felt Mandy’s piss soaked pussy. Mandy then pulled them down and exposed a pair of completely yellowed and see through white panties. “Your panties are screwed, they are totally yellow”.
“Yeah, it’s ok, it’s not the first time I’ve peed in these anyway, they are fine...Come on now, you’re turn…”
Katie was wearing a pair of cute little short white shorts and a matching PJ top with white panties under as well. She stood there and Mandy then moved her right hand down to Katie’s crotch and spread her legs apart and cupped Katie's pussy and ran her finger along Katie’s slit, Katie closed her eyes in ecstasy as Mandy’s fingers caressed the outline of her throbbing pussy...Katie could feel her panties getting damp, but she didn’t think she was peeing yet, just getting damp... She was so horny at this point that she was having a hard time getting her pee stream to start… “Go ahead, relax and let it come out”
“I can’t, you’re...making it hard for me to pee…”
“Ohh, sorry, your pussy is just so amazing, I’ve been wanting to do this forever…” Mandy stopped rubbing, but left her hand close to Katie’s crotch, she could feel the heat coming from Katie’s body as she was definitely very warm and flushed from the excitement, on top of being super hot to Mandy. Soon, Katie was able to let out a spurt as she soaked the crotch of her shorts...pee trickled a little down the inside of her cute tan and thin legs. Mandy went back up and felt the pee soaked shorts. “That’s all you got?”
“No, I have more, I’m...trying…” Katie relaxed again and let more out… Mandy watched as she could see Katie’s little white shorts go a tinge of yellow...Finally Katie just relaxed and the pee started to flow down both of her cute tanned legs and out of her crotch. She could feel the pee sneaking up her backside also as her butt started to get warm, she put her own hands back to feel the pee on her pants and Mandy was rubbing her gently as the pee came pouring out of Katie’s crotch…. Katie moaned and breathed quickly as Mandy felt her up. Katie finished peeing and Mandy slipped her hand inside Katie’s pants, her fingers were a little cold as they entered Katie’s pussy...using the pee as lubrication, she went to town and almost instantly gave Katie an orgasm...Katie then started to put her hands around Mandy and began feeling Mandy’s soaking wet ass. Pee smells were filling Katie’s room, but she didn’t care, she was going for it. Mandy leaned in and gave Katie a kiss…as she then rubbed Katie’s ass. Mandy pressed herself up against Katie’s leg and rubbed her pussy on her while moving her hands to Katie’s breasts. Katie then felt her leg start to get very warm… Mandy was peeing through her panties onto her leg and she moved her hand right down to Mandy’s crotch. She couldn’t believe how much more pee was coming out. Mandy then started to lower both of the girls onto the ground and they were both sitting in the pee lake on the ground….
“Let me see your ass in those soaked panties” Mandy stated
Katie got up and bent over with pee just running down her ass. Mandy could see the outline of Katie's ass as the wet panties clung to her and went into her but crack and accentuated Katie’s pussy from behind. Mandy then did the same for Katie…Then the clean up had to begin…
Katie laid in bed remembering her fond go to memory once again that happened just a few feet from where she was laying thinking about it and rubbing her pussy as she always did first thing in the morning. She couldn’t wait until later today when she could get with all of the girls as she hadn’t been with anyone in a while to have any live fun and she’s been dying to have some girl fun. All of the excitement and rubbing and thinking about what was going to happen later just got her so interested in being naughty. She glanced over at her clock and she knew she still had about an hour before she needed to be ready for work, so enough time to finish off her excitement and shower and get ready and head out for work. She picked up her phone and realized she had a bunch of texts from Mandy.
“Hey babe, we are down here, looking forward to seeing you and your friend later!” “check out these two little hotties, they both couldn’t wait and peed in Sammy’s car on the way down...LOL”
Pictures of the “pee twins” in their soaked white shorts showed up… Then a few pics of Sammy showed up.
Fuck, that is hot she thought, she sat back staring at the pics on her phone. She got up out of bed and grabbed a few towels from her bathroom floor that she needed to throw in the wash and folded them up and placed them down on the bed and laid down on top of them. Katie was wearing a pair of tiny little black spandex shorts and she had a pair of silky white panties on underneath and a snug white T shirt. Katie's nipples were out and showing through her shirt as her nice little perky breasts sat under her shirt. She laid back on her towels and slowly released her hot pee into her shorts. As it spread down under her butt, she could feel the towels quickly getting saturated with her hot, yellow morning pee. It felt amazing as she had her legs slightly bent up towards her, she could feel the pee gently creeping up the back of her t-shirt. She didn’t think she had to pee as much as she did and started to worry that the towels were not going to protect her sheets. She was able to cut the flow and realize that she was soaked, but only a small amount had made its way to the sheets below. She quickly pulled the sopping towels and brought them into her bathroom and laid them down in her tub and laid down on them rubbed the pee into her crotch and masturbated furiously. She then felt super naughty and pulled her legs up over her head and started to pee more, and her hot yellow pee slowly soaked her stomach and her shirt quickly yellowed and became see through as she finally finished her last pee. She rubbed her wet tits and felt the hot slippery pee all over her body. She continued going to town and finally came to an amazing orgasm. She just collapsed in exhaustion from the immense impact of the orgasm. Her body then just released any last bit of pee that was still in her bladder. Katie stood up, went to her full length mirror and snapped a bunch of pics and sent them off to Mandy… “can’t wait to do more of this with you guys later…xoxo” |
It’s been some time since I’ve been able to sit down and take some time to write, and wasn’t sure how I wanted to take the story and life got in the way of having time, but definitely want to continue it. Anyway, hope you like where it goes for now and when I’m able to continue, I will. I’m not sure if I want to continue as a chronological story, or just write things that pop into my head. I mentioned it once a while back, but I write for my personal entertainment and as a stress release, so I just hope that someone else will enjoy it with me instead of keeping it in my head.
A New Friend…
Summer went on and Kay and Torrie continued having fun and enjoying their pee adventures together with each other and with their friends. They worked really hard all summer, socking away their money. The girls picked up every extra shift they could working and they were socking away money and they loved the job. Although their restaurant slowed down over the winter without all of the tourists visiting the beaches and many of the summer help got let go for the winter, they were already told that they had jobs for the winter if they wanted to stick around and they would, they actually loved the job and loved their manager, so they were going to stick around and work as much as possible.
Torrie had bought a nice used car from a family friend with the money she had been saving, a nice little Toyota Corolla, silver with black interior, it was almost brand new and had everything in it that she needed. Their family friend had an older parent that had bought the car and never drove it anywhere and then went to live in an adult community and didn’t need the car anymore, so Torrie benefited and was able to purchase the car for almost nothing. She just got her driver’s license right at the end of the summer and was very excited as she and Kay could now drive to school, so she would be the chauffeur for a little but until Kay got her license on January 25th.
Torrie couldn’t wait for the first day of school because on the first day coming home, she had this fantasy of her and Kay taking a short detour on the way home from school and getting really desperate, and peeing in the car and then going home to have some fun before her mom got home from work. The night before school, Torrie just couldn’t stop thinking about that first drive home after school. It was going to be very warm the first week of school, so she already knew that they were going to both be wearing little short denim shorts and tank tops as they had planned out their outfits earlier in the day. Kay would have her large breasts on full display. Torrie started to get the urge to relieve herself in more than one way, she needed to pee really bad before bed, and she also needed to relieve a little bit of her sexual tension. As Torrie became more and more daring with her wetting habit, she had purchased a king size mattress protector that held every bit of her naughty wetting habit and it was easily wiped up with some towels, and it was great for when Kay came over and spent the night and the girls wanted to have some fun in bed and not on the cold hard floor in the basement where they normally would have fun. Torrie’s mom had noticed it one night when she stopped in Torrie’s room to tell her she was going to be late from work the next day and Torrie passed it off as a cooling pad. Torrie’s mom was kind of clueless and didn’t really care much. She had a suspicion that Kay and Torrie were into wetting themselves, because there was always a ton of Laundry to do whenever Kay was around, but she kind of kept to herself and let the girls do their thing, she never bothered them and the girls didn’t get in any trouble and she always knew where they were, so she gave them their space.
Torrie put her head back on the pillow as she laid on top of her mattress protector and just slowly leaked into her little white cotton panties that were stained yellow from several peeing accidents. They quickly became transparent with hot wet pee. The fabric was getting thin and didn’t hold much of anything as a pool of pee quickly formed around Torrie’s butt and creeped up her back and her shirt. Damn, She didn’t want to wet her shirt, but it was too late, the pee spread too quickly. She just decided to go with it and she rolled over on her stomach to absorb some more of the pee and let some run up her front and to her breasts. As she was totally soaked in her pee, her little grey t-shirt clung to her body as she feverishly rubbed herself to an intense orgasm. Once she was finished, she realized it was getting pretty late and she now needed to clean up and shower….ugh… the worst part about having wet fun...the clean up Torrie thought...
Kay woke up that next morning. Nervous, but excited to get back to it and hopefully get school over with and get ready for one last final summer and then onto college. Kay and Torrie were planning a summer road trip adventure after they graduated. It would be a 2 week adventure, they just had to decide where they wanted to go, but the motivation was there to get the school year started. Kay wiped the crusties from her eyes and got up, feeling the usual tinge on her bladder. If Kay had a twinge, it meant she had to go, as you know, Kay was the champion of holding her bladder. She looked over at the clock, she had about an hour and a half before Torrie would be coming to pick her up. She looked over at her phone to see a snap that she got from Torrie in her wet clothes ”can’t wait to see you after school”. Kay thought about having some quick fun herself. She took her phone into her bathroom and sat down on the toilet and just peed directly through pink cotton VS panties. She had to go a lot and it forcefully soaked the front and entire back of her panties as she sat there and peed for what seemed like 5 minutes. She finished and stood up as pee started to drip down her legs from the saturated fabric, she jumped in the shower, returned Torrie’s snap, quickly got herself off and got her day started.
Seemed like the start to a pretty normal day in Kay and Torrie’s world…
A New Friend… part 2
Torrie arrived to pick up Kay at her house and they started off on their first day of Senior Year. Torrie and Kay had a couple of early classes together, so they were excited about that. They got over to school and made their way in, saying hi to all of their friends, some of which they didn’t see much over the summer, and of course finding their regular friends from their group, Katie, Niki, Alyssa, Lizzie, the crew was back at it for one more year. As they sat down getting ready for the first class, Torrie and Kay noticed a new face in the room. A really cute Filipino looking girl with long black straight hair, about Torrie’s build, 5’ 3” and petite. She was wearing a little pair of skin tight white denim short shorts and a navy blue tank that highlighted her nice sized breasts for a petite girl and she had a nice visible panty line, showing off what appeared to be full back, but high cut panties under her little tight shorts that rode nicely up her butt, showed just enough of the bottom of her cheeks, but not too much to be risque for school. Torrie and Kay went over and introduced themselves and she looked surprised that on the first day someone was actually being nice to her.
“Hi, thanks so much for introducing yourselves, I’m Meghan, you can call me Meg. My dad is in the Coast Guard and just got a promotion and was transferred here to town. We’ve moved around a lot with his job, this is my 2nd school in the last couple of years, and like my 5th overall. I was hoping to finish school back on the west coast, but it was too far to stay out with friends and not be able to come back and visit my parents, so I said, why not, I”ll try a new adventure...and here I am…Oh, I’m adopted and I’m an only child, so yeah, I probably am a shrink’s dream patient. So, you pretty much know my life story” Meg was talking a mile a minute, seemingly very nervous.
“Calm down their kiddo” Kay laughed, you don’t have to tell us everything in 5 minutes, we will get to know you, I promise, but class is getting ready to start”. Kay and Torrie assured her she would love the area and that they would catch up with her at some point as the rest of their schedules seemed a bit different, but maybe they would see her after school, but would definitely be happy to show her around and get to know people in school.
The day came and went, and Torrie and Kay met up after their last class and were taking their time talking and getting what they needed to get home, they of course didn’t need to catch the bus now, so they had no care of how long it took to get packed up and ready to go as was the case with many of the other kids in their class now. As they were getting ready to leave, they heard a voice from down the hall… “Kaleigh….Torrie….!! Hey, it’s me, Meg, from this morning”.
“Well, hopefully she slows down a little bit from this morning” Kay and Torrie chuckled together. Kay and Torrie stopped and asked Meg how her first day of school was. “It wasn’t too bad, I had class with one of your other friends Alyssa, she was very nice. Other classes, people had their own things going on. People said hi and welcomed me, but past that, I kind of just hung out in class. It’s fine, that’s typical for being new in town and I look foreign, so people think I’m weird. You get a strange little Filipino girl that comes to your school and they don’t think I speak english” she chuckled.
“Well, you just stick with us, we will introduce you to people, that’s no problem” Torrie assured her.
“Well, I appreciate that. Well, ok, thanks for welcoming me in. By the way, where do I catch the busses, I got dropped off this morning because I had to be here early for a tour.”
“Well, girlfriend, you are about out of luck, the busses are on the other side of the school, but they are pulling out now”.
“Shit...No… really???... I’m screwed. Well, I guess I’m going to have to just walk home, I’m pretty close...ugh, well I was having a great day until now…”
“Where do you live? I can give you a lift, it’s really no problem at all” Torrie offered
“Really, you would do that for me? That would be amazing, my dad is working the late shift this evening and my mom had to head out of town to see my grandma, so she’s not back until next week. I live over on River Street, about 10 minutes from here”.
“Wait, really, we live on Chambers Court, right behind River, you are practically our neighbor.”
“No shit, well isn’t this a small world”
“Well, small community I guess, yeah, ok, well, let’s hit the Road. You are welcome to stop by and hang out with us for a little bit if you like, we always hang out after school and do homework and such.” Torrie said invitingly.
“I would love that, I just have to text my Dad to let him know, but he won’t be home until long after I’m asleep, so I know he won’t have a problem with that”.
The girls headed out to Torrie’s car and got ready to head back to her place. “I should have asked, but do you think I have time to hit the bathroom before we head back home??”
“Well, we are outside now and once you are out for the day, the doors are locked unfortunately, but we will be home fairly quickly” Kay said.
“Ok, I think I’ll make it, would hate to piss myself in front of my new friends on the first day we meet, usually I wait to do that until at least the 2nd date” Meg joked. Torrie on the other hand, ever the master of quickness chimed right in. “Well, we are always up for a good pissing on the first date, we don’t embarrass easily”... Meg was totally unphased and continued to carry on with the conversation to the surprise of the girls. “Well, ok, but I’m warning you, it’s going to be a mess if I pee in your car”... The girls started on their way as Meg kept her legs tightly pressed together, bouncing her knees up and down gently to help alleviate the pressure on her aching bladder. Kay and Torrie both also needed to go pretty badly, but they had been holding it in anticipation of having some fun with each other, but now...was there a chance that they could have a new “friend” to play with after school…
“So, I’m sorry if this is a little bit too upfront for us just meeting… but you guys are a couple, is that correct?” Meg asked curiously.
“Yeah, we are together, have been for a couple years, but grew up together also. Who spilled the beans, Alyssa???” Kay asked
“Yeah, kind of, I somewhat deduced it this morning and she somewhat confirmed it in a little round about way. I’m sorry, I’m nosy and my radar peaked this morning when I met you guys. I’m...like you guys... I’m into girls, but I’ve never been anywhere long enough to find anyone to get into a relationship with. I’ve suspected some girls in the past, but never had the courage to ask. I don’t know what it is about you guys, but you feel just like old friends. I kind of feel like I’m in some bizarro world that there are other girls into girls around here.”
“Well, you hit the fucking lesbian jackpot around these parts” Torrie laughed… “Alyssa is into girls…”
“Yeah, I kind of sniffed that one out, but definitely didn’t want to mention anything on the first day of class, people already think the new girl is a weirdo without meeting me to begin with”. The girls pulled up to Torrie’s house. Got everything unloaded and walked up to the door… “hmm, I hope I have my house key…”
“Very funny, I’ve seen this porn video before. I’m not on candid camera am I? You guys aren’t setting me up for some new girl prank”...
“Haha, calm down, we wouldn’t do that, no pranks...but I’ve seen that one too and it’s one of my favorites...and we wouldn’t mind seeing those little white shorts get wet…” Torrie was going for the kill and Kay just sat back and smiled, watching her work her magic, she was the master at convincing girls to just pee themselves, she just had the touch! Kay was always dumbfounded by it and she was ready to make it happen once again.
“Seriously? You watch...videos...umm, sorry, I talk too much when I’m nervous...I don’t think I can hold it much longer, you guys aren’t trying to set me up???”
“Haha, yes, do I watch porn, yes, I watch it a lot, probably way too much of it, way more than Kay does…and yeah, I am being very serious about wanting to see you wet… We won’t tell anyone, in fact, we do it all the time, right Kay”... “Yes, we do, which is quite a lot to be telling the new girl...on the first day Torrie…”
“Stop, she’s one of the girls, she’s right, you are like an old friend to us too…”
“Wow, I’m absolutely amazed, I met 2 new friends on the first day of school (which never happens), you are into girls, you like me, and you guys are into watersports…? I definitely don’t know what I did to deserve all of this good fortune on my first day. Can one of you pinch me to make sure I’m really not dreaming and the first day hasn’t really started….?????”
Torrie pinched Meg’s arm really hard and Meg yelped, Shit, I almost just pissed myself, I guess it is real.”
“Yeah it’s real, I promise. Come on in so we can have fun and we can show you we aren’t bullshitting you.”
The girls headed up to Torrie’s room and dropped off all their stuff and then headed down to the basement “girl cave” where all of the fun usually takes place.
Kay pulled out her set of spare identical shorts that she packed, so that she can change to head home without any suspicion and she would pick up the clean pair after school tomorrow.
“Well, I can’t really, I’ll just hit the bathroom, really, I can’t go home in peed white shorts…”
“No one will be home right…anyway, I wouldn't let you do that, I’ll give you a pair of shorts to wear while we wash them anyway and you’ll go home without anyone knowing any different, trust me, we know how to have fun around here...discreetly.”
The girls got downstairs and turned on the big screen TV. Kay sat on the floor in front of the couch and Meg stood in the room feeling still a bit uneasy, wondering if she was really getting abducted, but she also had this overwhelming feeling of excitement. Her heart was pounding out of her chest with excitement and nervousness… She had struggled for so long to find girls that were into other girls, let alone ones as hot as Kay and Torrie.
Kay had her shorts hiked pretty tight to her crotch and had her legs spread wide enough that her white cotton panties were exposed a bit. She was waiting for Meg to burst as Meg stood there bouncing uncomfortably, and almost nervously… Kay of course could hold it forever, but the excitement of seeing Meg standing there in her tight white shorts, imagining them suddenly getting wet, watching the crotch soak up the pee, seeing her tight little butt get all wet, she couldn’t contain herself as she rocked her hips back and forth slowly having the tight fabric of her denim shorts rub against her clit. Meg watched in awe as Kay’s huge nipples were on full display and Kay just blurted out… “Well, I don’t know about you two, well, I guess I do know about Meg, who appears to be a bit pee shy right now, but I’ve not gone all day and I’ve been waiting to do this forever now.” Kay relaxed her pulsating pussy and instantly a huge gush of pee shot from Kay’s shorts, quickly soaking her panties and the front of her shorts, and slowly spreading down her butt and into a small pool on the tile floor. Her light denim shorts yellowed quickly and she stopped the flow of hot yellow pee, feeling the warmth spread under her ass. She put her hand down and rubbed her crotch to get a good feel for it, and to ease her excited pussy from throbbing… She almost came immediately with the feeling of the hot slippery wet pee in her panties and watching Meg struggle to hold her’s in.
“That was super hot Kay” Torrie quipped. “I know that’s not all you have left though…”
“Not even close, I just let out a small squirt” laughing…”You know me, I have a ton left...I just want to savor the feeling”
“How did you stop it like that...If I start, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop and I’m still not sure this is even really happening in front of me…I’m...my heart is pounding...I have to sit down...I’m…”
“Relax kiddo, sit down on that chair right there and just breathe, in through the nose, out through the mouth and relax...whatever happens...happens and whatever happens, stays right here with us…” Kay let out another long spurt of hot wet pee as she rubbed her crotch again as it glistened yellow and the puddle expanded out more around her butt. Meg jammed her hand in between her legs, not only to stem her bladder from exploding, but to rub some of the excitement she was feeling on her tight little pussy. She could feel her panties dampening from excitement, but she wasn’t sure if she might also be leaking a little bit. Torrie watched Meg out of one eye and Kay out of the other, enjoying the unfolding scene right in front of her. It was a dream, she had a new girl on the verge of joining the club and she knew that Kay was sinking the hook in so Torrie could watch a show with her and the new girl as Kay new it would satisfy one of Torrie’s fantasies of watching her get it on with a hot girl. Kay watched Meg’s breathing finally start to get under control, but she could still see she was breathing heavy, more now out of excitement than nervousness.
Kay stood up and the pee dripped down her legs from her soaking wet shorts. She walked over in front of Meg and grabbed Meg’s hand and placed it on he soaking wet shorts. “What do you think? You realize we aren’t trying to set you up for anything now right?”
“Umm...yes…” She pulled her hand away and looked at Torrie… I shouldn’t be touching your girlfriend... I’m sorry…”.
“Well, I insist... you must touch her... because I know we would like to touch you also, and we love having friends come in to “Play”. We are more than comfortable with our relationship with each other and no one will come in between us, as long as you know we’re just having fun, everything is all good.”
“Wow, umm.. I sure do know and I respect that, I’ll promise, I won’t overstep and...well, I just can’t believe you’re accepting me so much and...I’ve never met friends like you two.”
“Well, this will be the start of a long friendship now…” Kay picked Meg’s hand back up and placed it back and began to let out another long spurt of hot pee… Meg pushed up into Kay’s crotch feeling the pee stream out and rubbing as Kay started to breathe heavier. She slipped her fingers inside Kay’s shorts to feel Kay’s wet panties, hot, wet and slippery pee poured over Meg’s fingers, while she had known she was into girls, she had never made out with a girl and she certainly never got to see a girl pee her pants in front of her and certainly never imagined having this amazing experience. Meg stood up and put one hand on Kay’s breast and kept rubbing with the other, getting closer to Kay, Kay could feel Meg’s heart beating out of her chest. Kay gently grabbed Meg’s hips and moved her hands down to her butt and squeezed her tight cheeks and whispered in Meg’s ear… “Relax and just let go” Kay felt Meg take a deep breath and she instantly heard a forceful hissing and then felt warm hot pee running down her leg as Meg’s crotch was pressed into Kay’s hip. Meg’s little white shorts quickly turned bright yellow and instantly see through. Hot yellow pee quickly shot straight up Meg’s cute little butt. Torrie secretly stood in the background and filmed the encounter, strictly for her own secret pleasure, as she would never share this with anyone without permission.
Meg peed for almost 2 full minutes full force, the pee creating a huge lake on the tile floor. Kay was a veteran and remembered to take off her shoes and socks, however, Meg was not so savvy and realized she was peeing into her sneakers, but she was in such a blissful state, she didn’t even care. Kay rubbed Meg’s pee covered butt and then her tight little pussy, Meg was softly moaning and thrusting her hips towards Kay’s hand. Torrie decided it was time for her to join in on the fun and came up behind Meg and reached in between Meg’s legs from the back, feeling the soaking wet yellow fabric of Meg’s denim shorts. She reached around and unbuttoned Meg’s pants, unzipped her and slid her shorts down to expose her soaked and yellow white panties. Meg bent over slightly at the hips and Torrie rubbed Meg’s swollen pussy from behind as Kay gently caressed Meg’s breasts through her shirt. After a few minutes Meg’s breathing became very heavy and fast and finally, success, Torrie got her to climax to an earth shattering orgasm to the point that Meg screamed and got weak in the knees. Kay held her up and Torrie continued rubbing, Meg was so stimulated she was trying to squeeze her legs together, but Torre wouldn’t let her and all of the sudden Meg let out another gush of hot pee that ran down her legs and into her shorts that were pulled down to her knees.
“Holy fucking shit...I am so weak, I’ve never felt that before, how did you guys do that to me” Meg begged.
“What can we say, we just have the touch, and lots of practice…”
“Torrie, you are still rather dry over there” Meg pointed out…
“Not for long….” Kay grabbed Torrie from behind and begin tickling her under the armpits, Torrie screamed in laughter and almost immediately exploded in her tight little jeans shorts, pee cascaded down her legs, it was an instant waterfall. Meg quickly moved in front of Torrie and pressed her panties into Torrie’s shorts, soaking in Torrie’s pee and collecting the rest of it in her half pulled down shorts as Kay rubbed Torrie’s pussy from behind. Meg feeling extremely comfortable now, slid her hand down the front of Torrie’s shorts and quickly found Torrie’s swollen clit and begin to get her off. For Torrie, it took her about a minute and she quickly orgasmed and then continued to empty out the rest of the contents of her bladder all over Meghan’s legs. Now there really was a virtual lake of pee all over the floor. As the girls stood there amazed, Meg pulled her shorts back up, and they were not completely saturated in her pee and Torrie’s pee. She savored the wet fabric and the smell of the pee in the room was almost a perfume for her, it was the greatest day of her entire life.
Torrie and Kay ran upstairs to grab some towels and told Meg they would be right back. Meg stood there in the room just completely amazed at what happened. She looked around and quickly sat down in the pee puddle on the floor, letting the pee soak into her shorts more. She was pretty sure her shorts were ruined, they were beyond yellow and she was pretty sure they wouldn’t come clean again. She put her hands down in the puddle and then brought some pee up to her nipples and then did her best to release some more pee as she sat on the floor to warm up the puddle. More pee came out and just soaked through, it was pure bliss. See, Meg was hiding another secret, she has also been a life long bed wetter, and she has grown used to the feeling of being soaked in pee. She’s always hated wearing diapers which annoyed her parents, but she was responsible for doing her own laundry, so they turned the other way most of the time. Sometimes she would wear her diapers when she knew she didn’t have time to clean up of she had an accident and it wasn’t every night it happened. Really there was no rhyme or reason to when it happened and she never understood it, nor did her doctors, as there was never anything physically wrong with her. The unfortunate part of the situation for Meg was she never wanted to get close to a group of friends because she was always afraid they would find out about her “issue” and she never went to sleepovers, but now she had a feeling life was about to change for the better…
As she sat in the puddle day dreaming, Torrie and Kay came back and just smiled… Shit, I’m sorry, I just…
“You don’t have to explain anything, but you do have to help clean up!”
The girls cleaned up the floor, took showers and got changed into new clean clothes. “I’m not sure we are going to salvage these shorts Meg, I’ll try, but it’s going to be tough”.
“That’s ok, I have others...Maybe I can keep these at your house?? You know for other times..”
“Absolutely, I can hold onto them for you.”
The girls just sat and talked, finding out more about each other and all of Meg’s adventures. Meg also spilled the beans about her bedwetting problem, to which Kay and Torrie assured her there was no problem and that she was always welcome to stay over, as Torrie also had a Mattress protector that she often used for her and Kay to indulge in fun with.
Kay and Torrie told Meg all about their other friends that were also into watersports and showed Meg some of their videos that they have done over the last year or so. Meg was in heaven, she wished that they had moved here years ago and already wished that the year would last forever.
More to come! |
The New Friend Part 3
First week of school was a rather short one. Kay and Torrie also had a rare Friday evening off and didn’t have to work until the breakfast shift on Sunday, which was a popular one in the fall when the tourists were pretty much starting to die down and some of the regular long time staff took off, so they got to cover a shift that they usually never got to work, so that gave them some time to hang out over the weekend and have some fun.
They figured Friday night after school they would head to Torrie’s house and hang out. Torrie’s mom was going to go to dinner with some friends right after work and there was a Football game at the school that they figured they would take Meg to and introduce her to some of the other girls in “the club”. They figured maybe after school they would take Meg for a little ride around town and show her some of the spots since they just moved into town about 2 weeks earlier, Meg really had stayed around the house since her Mom immediately hit the road to go take care of her mom out of town who had fallen ill, which for Meg was fine, she didn’t really have the best relationship with her Mom and her Dad was always working. Meg was adopted, an only child, has been a lifelong bedwetter, and she always felt as though her Mom never really embraced her, as her dad was really the one that pushed to adopt a baby when they had several failed attempts of their own, and she just always got the sense that her mom went along with it, but there was always that undertone from her mom that showed her that she wasn’t really her blood and they never had a strong bond with each other. She loved her dad very much and they did have a strong bond, and he always took care of her, but he just worked weird hours over the last few years, so they became a bit more distant and he always seemed to butt heads with Meg’s mom on how to raise Meg and that also further drew a wedge between Meg and her Mom, so needless to say, she was kind of happy to have some time where her mom was out of town for a while.
After the first day of school, Meg was able to tell her dad that she made two friends right away and got permission to hang out with them on the weekend. He was happy that she was able to fit in so quickly here. She said that so far this was the best place they have ever moved to and that everyone has been amazingly nice to her so far. He told her to call her mom and she said that she texted her and didn’t hear back from her, so she wasn’t going to make any further effort. Dad said he would speak with her, which probably meant some sort of argument, so she didn’t want to be around for that.
Meg enjoyed the next couple days of school and eagerly waited for Kay and Torrie by Torrie’s car after school on Friday. Torrie and Kay came out and Meg could already tell that Torrie was bursting to pee. “Looks like someone’s about to burst…”
“Yeah, I overdid it a little bit with water at the end of the day, but I’ll be fine”
“She’s going to piss herself…” Kay laughed…
“Well, I am actually hoping that’s the case”
The girls headed over to Meg’s house first to pick up her stuff for the evening, she had no idea what to pack, so she had a bag of clothes that looked like she was going away for a week. When they got to the house, Meg’s dad was there waiting. “Hey, I didn’t know you were going to be home..” These are my friends Torrie and Kay, the ones I was telling you about from school.
“Well girls, I can’t thank you enough for making Meg feel at home here in town. My job isn’t easy on her and I wanted to make sure I was here to thank you for keeping an eye out for her.”
“It’s absolutely our pleasure, we all live so close too, we are just one street over, so it’s fun to have someone else our age in the neighborhood, we wish Meg had moved here a long time ago” Torrie stated. “Thanks so much for your service also, we are very appreciative of that, we have a lot of fishing industry here in town and having the Coast Guard protect them is amazing”.
“Well, that’s my pleasure. Ok girls, well it was very nice to meet you. I’ll be working most of the weekend, but I’m available if you need me, Meg, just give me a call if you need anything.”
“Don’t worry, she’s in good hands. Sunday we are going to bring her to work to fill out an application at the restaurant we work at also”.
“Well, thanks Kay, we appreciate that too, it will get her out of the house a little bit” as he chuckled and patted Meg on the back. “Have fun!”
“What a very nice man”
“Yes, he’s great...my mother on the other hand...she’s another story…”
“Sorry to hear that, my dad passed away a few years ago, so it’s just me and my Mom” Torrie said. “Sometimes mom and daughter relationships can be a bit strained, but they take effort”
“Yeah, well, because I’m adopted, I don’t think my mother really ever liked me that much, probably why I’m so fucked up” she laughed
“Stop, you are not fucked up, you aren’t any different than any of us!”
The girls stopped up to Meg’s room to pick up a few things, Most importantly, Meg realized she forgot to grab a nighttime pull-up just in case, so as the girls were up checking everything out, Torrie sat down on Meg’s bed, bouncing her knee up and down with her legs pressed together tightly. Her need to pee was getting to be a little bit much, but she purposely wanted to hold it because she really wanted to live out her fantasy of peeing in the car. She wore her really tight low rise jeans, the kind that showed off her belly and sat just below her hips and showed off the little muscular creases that seemed to point down to her pussy like 2 arrows on either side of her hips. While bouncing her leg, she could hear the creasing of the plastic sheets on Meg’s bed. Meg heard it also and blushed with embarrassment for a minute, but then she realized, what the hell is she embarrassed about, she’s going to have full ability to pee her pants whenever she wants all weekend. She wore a pair of tight black leggings that showed every crease and curve in her lower half and she had a cute little pair of white boy shorts that didn’t show any panty lines under her leggings. Kay also went with the leggings route, figuring that if they wound up heading out and about, she could pee inconspicuously and the leggings would generally hide most of the wetness. Torrie on the other hand, was going bold with the jeans. “So…Tor, you look like you’re about to piss yourself…those jeans aren’t going to hide anything…” Kay quipped…
“Yes my dear, I’m quite aware of that, I’m going to change later into leggings so that when we are out and about, we can do our thing without being noticed.”
“Well, we aren’t going to do that for a while, what are you going to do now…what if I came over there and tickled you…”
“Don’t you dare, we are going to head back to my place first, and I am going to pee in these jeans…just not here, I’ll show you guys”.
“Ok, let’s get going then!, and Meg, we will be back here to try out your bed sometime…it looks like it’s comfy…”
“Well, as long as you don’t mind the pee smell, it’s comfy for sure!”
“The pee smell is what we want to come for…”
The girls made there way to the car and as they did, Torrie reached into the trunk and grabbed a few towels out, threw one at Meg and one at Kay. Let’s take a quick ride along the ocean before we head home.
“Umm, it’s a little chilly for skinny dipping today Tor”
“Yeah, the towels are not for jumping in the ocean silly, I have to pee and I’m just going to go while we take a ride…”
“Ohhh… I see…that I can’t wait to see”
“Have to practice for our Road Trip this Summer, we don’t want to make any stops, we can just pee right in the car…”
“I was thinking diapers…but this would be more fun…”
“Diapers are not comfortable….trust me…” Meg chimed in… “where’s the road trip going to be to?”
“We’re going to drive down to Disney World, figure 2 days down, stay for 5 days, then head back home, that’s going to be our graduation present from our parents.”
“Wow, you guys are so lucky…”
Torrie sat on her folded up towel, and started off in the car. As soon as she started the drive down to the ocean area, she started to release some of her bladder, her jeans were so tight on her pussy that it almost hurt when it came out and some of the pee even came right up the front of her jeans to her waistband. She let out a purposeful…Ahhh, that’s better. Kay looked down and saw the small puddle in Torrie’s lap that darkened her crotch and completely saturated her little butt in hot pee. She watched as the pee in Torrie’s lap just mysteriously started to disappear as it soaked into her jeans and secretly made it’s way down to the towel below her butt, making the backs of her legs and ass totally drenched.
“I can’t see back here…” Meg leaned around and poked her head between the two seats to see what was happening. Torrie let out another long jet of hot pee that again soaked down the front of her legs to her knees. She stopped the flow again and opened her legs to slow down for the traffic light. The puddle gently disappeared again into the towel below.
“Ohh man, I wish you were sitting on my lap…” Kay stated excitedly.
“I want to pee too…” meg exclaimed from in between Torrie and Kay…
“That’s why I brought a couple of extra towels…pee away…”
“Meg excitedly sat back and put the towel under her leggings clad ass and spread her legs and gently bent her knees up toward her chest and began to relax and just let go. She felt a rush of excitement and naughtiness that she’s never experienced before...peeing in the car... on purpose… it was amazing, Her pee audibly hissing from her leggings and running down her butt and quickly saturating the towel. She stopped the flow, scared that she would ruin Torrie’s back seat. “Man, my butt is so warm right now”
“I know right, doesn’t it feel so good”
Kay sat back and just watched as the two girls sat in their wet pants, blissfully letting out small spurts here and there. Torrie’s jeans were completely soaked from her waist to her knees and Meg’s butt and the backs of her legs were blissfully soaking in pee…
“How about you Kay…”
“Not yet, I’m going to wait until we get back to your house”
“Ok, suit yourself”
Torrie headed back towards her house, slowly releasing little small spurts and sucking down her water at the same time, so she was letting some out and quickly filling up with more water at the same time.
They arrived home and pulled into the garage. Torrie got out and squished from her soaking wet towel. Her jeans absolutely shiny and dripping wet and sticking to her legs and ass. She took the saturated pee towel from the seat and then grabbed Kay’s dry towel to dry off the leather seat. Meg got out also and they cleaned up her seat as well. She stood and peaked over her shoulder to look at her soaked wet butt… Little dripps were on the garage floor from both Torrie and Meg’s soaking wet pants. Torrie still had to pee, so she just stood there with her legs slightly apart and just blissfully released as the pee raced down the insides of her legs. Kay gently slid her hand down the inside of Torrie’s leg to feel the hot stream of pee now making a small puddle on the garage floor...Finally the flow stopped…
“I can pee more too…” Meg squeezed out another gush that traveled down her legs, making her leggings shiny and black, then it dissipated and almost looked as if there was nothing there. Kay slapped her ass gently and a spattering of pee sprayed everywhere. They look dry, but they are soaked! Kay laughed. These leggings are awesome.
“That’s why I figured I would wear them, I’ve had some experience p… having accidents in these”
“You mean peeing yourself on purpose…” Kay laughed.
“Maybe once or twice” Meg smiled. “Kay? Still holding out?”
“Yeah, I don’t have to go that bad yet, but I guess I can partake a little bit” Kay stood there with one leg crossed over her other leg and just nonchalantly let a stream of pee out that soaked down both of her legs and up the butt of her leggings and she made a small puddle on the floor…” She pulled her leggings down to check out the damage on her pink cotton panties. Yep, nice and yellow and wet.
“Nice Kay, let’s head upstairs and start getting rehydrated for the game later. We are going to meet up with our friend Alyssa that you met in class Meg. “ She’s going to come and hang out with us after the game also, that way you have someone to play with…
“Wait, really, she’s going to hang out with us?”
“Yeah, she’s coming by and then she’s going to the game with us and you guys can hook up later...only if you want to of course”...Torrie smiled
“Umm, yeah, I can’t wait to.. I’m going to explode…”
“Breathe girl, you’re getting hyper again”.
“I know, I just peed again...excited pee, sorry” there was a little small set of drips on Torrie’s bedroom floor.
“No worries, it’s not the first time this floor has seen pee”
Torrie’ stripped off her soaking wet jeans to reveal a pair of tiny low cut white cotton panties that had zero dry fabric on them, soaked through, they clung to her little ass and you could see right through them. You guys want to give me your wet pants, I’ll throw them in the dryer? No need to wash them, that way we can just pee in them at the game later, I’m going to put on some black leggings also.
“Is it ok if I just keep mine on for now? You guys wouldn't’ think I”m gross would you?” Meg asked.
“I’m going to keep mine on also, I kind of like the feeling of wet pants under a warm blanket…”
“Yes...that sounds great”
The girls went down and hit the big couch with tall ice teas and started to rehydrate for the game and awaited Alyssa to come by for the game.
Torrie sat in between Meg and Kay and as they all sat under the blanket, Torrie let her hands slide down to feel both Meg’s and Kay’s wet pants at the same time... |
Torrie, Kay, and Meg were just hanging out on the couch, relaxing and dozing off on the couch when the obsessive ringing of the doorbell made the 3 girls jump out of their little nap, all 3 still in their wet pants from their earlier fun. Again the doorbell rang over and over…
Torrie ran upstairs, heart pounding from being abruptly awoken from her nap. It was Alyssa…
“What the fuck were you doing, I’ve been out here ringing the doorbell for like 10 minutes…”
“Stop it, you were being an asshole on purpose, we were taking a nap”
“Looks like you had a wet dream…that’s pretty hot there Tor…”
“Shit...I forgot I didn’t change…hahaha, holy shit, good thing it was you at the door…”
Alyssa slapped Torrie on her soaking wet jeans ass and grabbed a bit handful of Torrie’s but, squeezing pee into her hand from Torrie’s soaking wet jeans. “So, where’s the new girl, Meg, did she come over?”
“Yeah, she’s in the basement, she’s soaked also...we had a little bit of fun after school and then decided to doze off on the couch and no one felt like changing.”
“Dirty little bitches…that’s so hot, I should have just come home from school with you guys”
“Yeah, you missed out, but we still have some time for some fun if you want…or you can just save it up for when we get to the game.”
Alyssa was wearing a pair of skin tight, dark black jeans that she had tested out by peeing herself on the toilet last week at home and they hid the wetness perfectly fine, in fact, she had peed herself and then she went down to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water while her parents were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner and no one even noticed. She felt so naughty doing it, but it was a total rush of excitement and she couldn’t wait to go to the game tonight and naughtily piss herself while no one suspected anything at all.
Alyssa and Torrie headed up to drop Alyssa’s stuff in her bedroom and they admired how wet Torrie’s jeans were. In the meantime in the basement while Kay and Meg waited for Alysssa and Torrie to come back down to the basement, Meg realized that she had wet herself again while relaxing on the couch and she was sitting in a little bit of a small puddle on the leather couch. She looked over to Kay. “Kay, I totally peed while we were napping…”
“So what, that’s why we stayed in our wet pants right…we wanted to stay wet…”
“Yeah, but I wet myself while napping, I had no idea I did it…”
“Probably because you were in your wet pants already, you’re hot little body just didn’t know any difference…” Meg Chuckled… “Yeah, I guess. What if I pee in the bed tonight?”
“So, what if you do? Torrie has a protector on the bed, who cares…”
“Ok, I just don’t want to become the unwelcome wetter”
“Umm, there’s no unwelcome wetting here at this house, trust me”
“Ok, I feel a little better” Meg stood up as her but dripped with pee, her leggings were soaked, panties soaked. Kay’s leggings had started to dry a bit, but her panties were still pretty soaked in pee. Alyssa and Torrie came through the door while Meg had stood up with her pee dripping from her butt and down her legs from her little nap accident…
“Hey there girl, how’s it going, Alyssa asked Meg…
“Ummmm, yeah, it’s good...I think…” Meg was totally flushed with excitement and a little bit of embarrassment, because she didn’t really know Alyssa that well, even though she knew she was part of the “club” she still was a bit embarrassed for standing there in her soaking wet leggings, even though they didn’t really show that much evidence of looking wet, besides the drips coming off her ass from the puddle she was sitting in on the couch.
“Why don’t I throw your leggings in the dryer for about 20 minutes to dry them off before we head out for the game.
“Yeah, that would be amazing…” Kay stripped off her leggings and her panties and stood naked from the waste down…”take my panties also please”. Kay just sat back under the blanket with no panties and pants on…
“Meg?” Torrie asked
“Ummm, I guess that sounds nice...sure…” She stripped off her soaking leggings and revealed her little white boy shorts that were now completely see through and soaked in hot yellow pee. At first she was embarrassed to take her panties off. Alyssa helped her out, saying how hot she looked in her wet panties. She walked over to Meg and whispered to her…”can’t wait to watch you wet these again later…” Meg shuddered with excitement. She peeled the wet panties off and handed them to Torrie.
“These are going to be pretty stained... you want me to wash them first?”
“Nah, that’s ok, no one sees them but me anyway…”
“Ok...no prob”
Once the girls pants and panties were dry, Torrie handed them to the girls, all nice an dry and warm, the girls put them on and got ready to hit the game. The girls chugged some large waters down and headed out to the game. They got to the game and got some hot dogs from the concession stand and each got a large soda and chugged them down. The girls started to get more and more desperate to pee. Alyssa was noticeably fidgeting. Meg couldn't stop staring at Alyssa’s crotch. She loved the bulging mound that Alyssa’s pussy made in her skin tight jeans and she just couldn’t stop fantasizing about going down on her after she’s peed in her pants. In fact, she was fantasizing about Alyssa peeing into her jeansas she licked her pussy….it would be the first time she would ever do anything like that with another girl and she was only hoping Alyssa would oblige her fantasy later. Alyssa looked over at Meg and saw her staring at her lap and she purposefully started to rock her hips slowly, pushing her jeans into her pussy lips, giving a nice camel toe, but also getting her off at the same time as she stared at Meg… She decided to break the silence…”so, you like what you see….” Meg jumped out of her skin…”what, sorry...I... god, I’m being so rude…”
“Not at all, I was asking a serious question…”
Meg leaned in so no one around them could hear…”I really can’t wait to lick your wet pissy pussy later...How’s that for an answer….too forward???”
Alyssa was caught off guard a little bit as she had never had another girl go down on her, she had fooled around with girls of course and loved it, but she hadn’t gotten really hard core yet, and was thinking Meg was going to take her to the next level, when in reality, both girls would experience things they’ve never experienced before….
“I really have to piss like a racehorse also…” Meg whispered in Alyssa’s ear…
“Let’s grab Torrie and Kay and we can go take a walk maybe”
Torrie and Kay had met up with Bri and Little Niki and brought them over and introduced them to their new friend Meg.
“So this is Meg... She’s one of us now…” Torrie proudly exclaimed…
Meg wasn’t 100% sure what that meant, but she went along with it, she figured it must be a good thing if she was “one of the crew”.
“So, I heard you guys are going back to party at Torrie’s later.. So Jealous, we wish we could join you, but we have to work early tomorrow morning. Our friend Katie and her sister Riley are 2 of the cheerleaders out there, there they are, right over there, the two hot blonde haired girls on the end. I bet they are peeing their knickers as we speak…” Niki joked…
Meg was just spinning.. How big is this club of wetting girls?????? She thought to herself… this is crazy, and each one is just as hot as the next…
The girls all took a walk down towards the concession stands and adjacent to the area is the bathrooms. The line for the girls bathroom was about 50 deep by half time. Niki joked that she wanted to stand in line and pretend that she couldn't hold it and just piss herself in front of everyone and walk away… but she chickened out when the girls egged her on to do it. The four girls started to walk down towards the baseball field, where they figured that they might be able to go relieve themselves in private, and secretly so that no one would know one would observe what they were really doing. The girls started to make their way towards the path behind the school when they realized it was blocked off and there was security standing near the pathways. “Where are you heading ladies?”
“Umm, we were just going for a walk during half time, we always go down this way for a walk” Torrie answered the security guard.
“Sorry, not anymore, too many kids going down that way to drink and cause damage during games, school wanted it blocked off. That where you guys were heading, down to “drink”.”
“Umm no, just for a walk…”
“And to pee...Meg muttered under her breath”
“Yeah, well, too many kids going down there and doing things you’re not supposed to be doing so turn around and head back, sorry”
“Great...Ok, well, thanks, you have a good night…”
The girls all waked back towards the bathroom line, which was now even longer....
“Well, I guess we aren’t going to get any sort of privacy out here this evening and I’m really starting to get to the point where I am not going to be able to hold it much more” Meg whined…
“Well, we probably won’t get any private spots at this point, and it’s starting to get a bit chilly out, so one thing we can do is just head back towards the car and hit the road, the game is boring and we are getting killed, so I don’t mind heading back”.
“Sounds good to me” Kay said excitedly, “let’s get the heck out of here”.
“Ok, jealy bitches, wish we could join you, we will catch up with you at some point” Bri said.
Niki bent down and pretended like she was tying her sneakers in more of a squat position with her ass close to the ground. The girls all looked down and immediately knew what she was doing, they could hear a faint hiss and see Niki’s crotch pouring shiny pee, it actually steamed a little bit in the cooling air of the evening. She casually sat there fiddling with her sneakers and peeing away blissfully through her leggings with no care in the world. She stood up and finished and patted her butt and inspected them for damage. “Looks good, you can’t even tell, can you”
“Nope, well done”
“Ok, we are heading back see you later!” and just like that, Niki and Bri headed away.
Torrie, Kay, Meg, and Lyss made their way to the parking lot, as soon as they got to the car, Meg leaned up against the door with her legs spread and hips and knees slightly bent and immediately let loose a torrent of pee that began streaming down the backs of her legs and ran off at the back of her knees like a river. Same as Niki, steam came from her crotch and legs as the pee flowed out of her body like a waterfall. She peed for about 2 minutes straight and the girls stood there in awe watching her soak her leggings and the river of pee that was flowing into the parking lot.
“WOW, that was a lot of PEE” Alyssa laughed… “I guess you really did have to go huh?
Meg still stood there half bent over, breathing heavy… “Guys, that was a legit accident. I really couldn’t hold it, I tried, it just all of the sudden burst out of me”.
“It sure was”. Alyssa walked over to Meg and stood her up straight. Just then there was voices coming, a bunch of people were starting to come in the distance.
“Ok, let’s get the heck out of here before anyone sees us standing in a pee puddle”
The girls got in the car and quickly began to leave. Alyssa’s hand made its way down to Megs wet inner thighs and soaked crotch. Meg whispered to Alyssa, how about you, when am I going to get to feel your wet pants.
“Very soon”
“Just let out a tiny bit for me”
“Ok, I’ll try”. Lyss relaxed and tried to let out some pee, the tight fabric of her jeans pushed up against her clit and was getting her super horny, but also keeping the pee back a bit, she tried to half stand and yank her jeans down a little bit from pushing up so much. She was able to get them down a tiny bit and she semi laid back on the seat, Meg put her hand down near Alyssa’s crotch to see if she could get a quick feel. Finally Alyssa let out a small warm jet that just dampened the crotch of her jeans a tiny bit. Her panties were quite wet as the pee soaked down to her butt, but still didn’t make it’s way fully into her jeans.
“Ok, we’re here ladies…we will have time for fun now. My mom is probably home, it’s already about her bedtime, so you guys can just head to my room and I’ll check in with her and let her know we are home.”
“Shit, that’s right, I forgot your mom was going to be home, nice to meet you, I totally peed my pants…”
“Don’t worry, she’s not going to even notice, just stand behind us, and that’s if she’s not already in bed”.
The girls went inside, no sign of Torrie’s mom, she was already upstairs getting ready for bed.
The girls got to Torrie’s room. Kay decided to take out her skintight white leggings from her little clothes pile that she had and Torrie took off her leggings and sat there in her tank top and little white cotton panties.
Meg still in her soaked leggings and Alyssa having just dampened her jeans figured, she would just leave them on for now.
As the girls sat on the floor, they played some soft music and Meg said, so girls, since I’m new, tell me some stuff about you guys…tell me some stories about…you peeing your pants…
To be continued |
The girls sat listening to music and chatting. Meg had put on some dry grey leggings and a fresh pair of tiny white cotton bikini cut panties. Torrie and Kay started telling about how they had been friends for a very long time and how when they were younger they would pee in their bathing suits and then how they started getting curious about peeing and started searching the internet and they both started watching videos and getting excited about watching other girls pee their pants. When they both realized they were into the same thing, they started doing things together and how they realized that not only did they grow up as best friends, they realized that they were really soul mates in many ways. Torrie noted how she really loved peeing in her tight jeans, that was her absolute most favorite thing to do when peeing. They then told Meg about their whole network of peeing girls and the occasional pee parties that they would have.
Meg was just totally fascinated and amazed that she had stepped into what seemed like a fantasy world. She still wasn’t even sure this was real or not. Meg told the girls about how she grew up moving from place to place, never really having any long time friends, and how she didn’t get along with her mom. She talked about how she struggled with bed wetting her entire life and how her mom just destroyed her for it her entire life and how finding this place has just changed her life. Even though Meg wet the bed involuntarily, she learned to like the feeling of peeing her pants and how it would make her really horny, but how she always felt guilty for enjoying her problem, and she always thought there was something majorly wrong with her until she met Torrie and Kay and now has heard about this whole secret community of wetting girls.
Alyssa hugged Meg and assured her that no one here would ever make her feel bad again and that she would be one of the group. Alyssa then took Meg’s hand and pulled her in and kissed her softly on the cheek, then moved down to her neck. Kay and Torrie watched on anxiously as the two girls started to kiss and make out. They were so happy for both of them and they just were so enamored with watching the two girls make out. Meg’s hands started feeling Alyssa all over, she gently rubbed Alyssa’s swollen and throbbing pussy. Alyssa’s jeans were so tight on her crotch that Meg’s hand and the seem of her jeans digging into her clit felt unbelievable. Meg’s talented fingers made Alyssa orgasm in her jeans and the pee she had built up in her full bladder started to release as she was orgasming. The warm hiss started to spread from her pussy, up the front of her jeans, all over her butt and on the inside of her thighs as she audibly moaned. Torrie and Kay watched the shiny wet pee spreading all over Alyssa’s jeans. Torrie gently stroked Kay’s pussy and Kay returned the favor. Alyssa shuddered and orgasmed again…and again audibly moaned as more pee poured into her jeans. Meg continued rubbing and feeling the hot wet slippery pee spread through her fingers. She also felt the hot pee soaking into her leggings as she was also sitting in Alyssa’s puddle of pee. Alyssa seemed to be in a trance like state, oblivious to her huge peeing accident. She and Meg French kissed each other passionately and it seemed as though a 3rd orgasm came. Alyssa slumped down and begged for a rest. “Give me a minute…I have to catch my breath…Holy shit, I can’t believe that happened…I’m so sorry for the huge mess…”
“No prob babe, you’re going to clean it up though…” Torrie laughed
Meg’s little soaked leggings begged to be touched. Alyssa began to reciprocate the sexual contact, Meg straddled Alyssa on the floor and sat facing her pussy sitting on top of Alyssa’s pussy, she released a long hissing torrent of pee into Alyssa’s lap…
“Might as well add to the puddle”. The girls continued rubbing each other and kissing and trying to squeeze out more pee as they went. Pants came off and both girls were in their soaking panties in the pee puddle, just feeling each other, fingering each other and going through several orgasms. Their white panties were soaked, yellow, sagging and dripping with pee. Torrie and Kay watched the girls making out for a good 30 minutes straight without even coming up for air. Kay was finally at the point that she was ready to finish off herself. Torrie did her thing and brought Kay to an earth shattering orgasm that almost caused her to scream out loud, even though Torrie’s mom knew they made out, she didn’t want to draw attention with a scream like that and have her mom come in and see a giant puddle of pee on the floor. She held her mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head and Kay’s white leggings slowly became saturated in hot pee, quickly going see through, revealing her ass and pussy, as she opted to go without panties. Torrie was slowly leaking the entire time and decided to just release her flood as well, she quickly soaked her favorite pissing jeans that she had put on when the girls got home. She stood up and quickly drenched her jeans straight down her legs, her ass was soaked as well. Kay got in front of Torrie and pulled her jeans down and started to go down on her through her soaked white panties. Tasting the slightly salty hot wet pee in Torrie’s panties. She then pulled them to the side and stuck her tongue all over Torrie’s huge rock hard clit. She then used her hand and gave Torrie an amazing orgasm of her own and to her surprise, got sprayed with more pee as Torrie orgasmed. Shit, I’m sorry Kay, I didn’t mean to squirt on you…I didn’t realize I was going to do that… Fuck babe, that was hot, I loved it, I didn’t know you started squirting. “Me either…”
After the four girls made out for close to 45 minutes, they realized they had a huge mess to clean up on Torrie’s floor. They got everything cleaned up and clothes in the wash and then all 4 girls showered together, washing each other down and now making out more…
Once it was time for bed, Meg started to get a diaper out… “you don’t need that meg, I have my mattress protector on the top of the bed, we will sleep on top of it so that way no sheets will get wet if anyone has an accident. Lyss wore a tight little pair of light blue and skin tight cotton shorts and pink cotton panties. Her butt cheeks stuck out from them nicely. Kay put on a pair of little yellow cotton shorts and she opted to put on a pair of white panties underneath. Torrie had white cotton shorts on and Meg reached for a pair of little black spandex shorts and a fresh pair of white bikini panties. The girls all drank a bottle of water before bed as all of the making out made them thirsty. That proved to make things very interesting…
The 4 girls shared Torrie’s king size bed, all snuggled up together. Around 3am, Torrie woke up with a major twinge in her bladder. She was all the way on the end, Kay was next to her, then Meg, then Lyss on the other end. Torrie was so comfy in bed, she didn’t want to get up. She reached over to hold Kay by the hips and realized that the side of Kay’s shorts were wet. She then moved her hands down to Kay’s crotch and it was dry… Shit… Meg peed the bed…Torrie woke Kay up quietly to tell her… Kay reached over and felt Meg’s shorts and they were soaked in pee…
“Poor thing, she didn’t even realize she did it”.
“Should we wake her up?”
“I don’t know…I really have to pee also” Torrie admitted. “Ok, so what the hell, might as well just go”.
“Ok, I’m going to do it…”. Torrie released her full bladder, quickly soaking her shorts. It puddled under her ass and spread over to Kay a little bit. Now Kay had Meg’s pee on one side of her pants and Torrie’s on the other.
Kay woke Meg up to tell her that she had peed. Meg started to tear up… “Hey, it’s ok, Torrie pissed herself also… and I’m going to go next…” Kay rolled over and faced Meg and just slowly released her pee, running down her right leg, spreading up her ass crack and into the mattress protector. Meg smiled and said, I love you guys, I appreciate you trying to make me not so awkward for peeing. “Hey, it’s totally cool, I wanted to pee myself also, you forget where you are, we pee our pants every day, sometimes multiple times a day… we like pee pants…”
The three girls then realized that they had soaked Alyssa also…but she slept so peacefully, they just figured they would let her be. The girls then drifted back to sleep for a few more hours. Torrie’s mom knocked on the door around 715am…Torrie, I’m going to work…make sure you clean your bedroom today please… “yes mom, love you, will see you later possibly”. Kay, Meg, and Lyss started to wake up also. Lyss jumped up and inspected her wet shorts… Fuck… I… “no, it was the 3 of us, sorry”
“Ohh, that’s ok, I thought it was me”. Lyss laid back down and slowly released her morning pee to the wet mattress protector. The girls could hear it hissing loudly from the covers… “sorry…had to go, you guys peed on me, I’m peeing on you, lyss then rolled on top of meg, then to Kay, then to Torrie, spreading her pee to the 3 girls, they all laughed and grabbed Lyss and the 3 girls all got on top of her and started to pee on her. The bed was virtual lake of pee and there was not a dry stitch of clothing on the 4 girls, even their hair was wet. After making out for a while, the 4 girls cleaned up the bed and then showered again with each other. What an epic weekend this was for Meg so far! |
Meg and Alyssa became fast friends, in fact, they seemed to be official girlfriends. It was great for Torrie and Kay, as they could somewhat settle back into their regular routine of spending time together without having to entertain Meg as much. The girls were planning a get together at Jule’s mansion, as her parents were heading out of town on a trip for her father’s work and she was hanging back because of school of course.
In the meantime, Katie had called Torrie and mentioned to her that her cousin Mandy had invited her to a Sorority Party at her new college on a Friday evening and her parents were out of town with her sister for one of her sister Riley’s competition dance teams, so she needed to get a ride because Mandy was still not allowed to have a car on campus as a Freshman, so she had asked if Torrie and Kay would want to come along with her and then they would come back on Saturday. Torrie got permission from her mom to go hang out at Katie’s and Kay with Torrie and Katie with Kay and Torrie and the plans were in motion. They didn’t have to go far, the college was in state, only about 90 minutes further south of where the girls lived and it was a fairly well known party school, but also had a good nursing program which Mandy was enrolled in. Mandy said there have been nothing but crazy parties, and this was her Sorority House’s first party that they were hosting, and apparently her Sorority was known for having the most epic of parties. The girls figured they had some room in the car, so they figured they would bring along Niki for the ride as well to help keep an eye on Katie. The day came Torrie had all the girls picked up and they made their way down to Mandy’s Sorority house to see her and Sammy, who was also in the same program as her in college and the same Sorority of course. The Sorority house was owned by a rich Alumni of the school that was once in the Sorority and then married a multi-millionaire, and donated the house to the Sorority along with always donating large amounts of money to various charities they supported and as well as “leaving” money in the house for the girls to have parties. The house was huge, with 15 bedrooms and about 15 other rooms, a huge basement that was fitted out for parties and soundproofed for loud music so that no neighbors would ever call the cops for loud music. Many of the girls lived in the dorms on campus, and you had to be an officer of the Sorority, or a senior to live in the house and only if there were spaces available would they offer them out to underclassmen that got picked in a lottery drawing. The plan was meet at Mandy and Sammy’s dorm, then take a couple of Ubers to the party which was about a 10 minute ride from campus.
The girls arrived to Mandy and Sammy’s dorm room. It was pretty small, the girls were going to have to be creative with sleeping. They all brought a sleeping bag for the floor and their pillows and some party clothes. Mandy said it was not uncommon to see 10 or more girls per party pissing their pants because the bathroom lines were too long and alcohol was flowing at incredible rates. Tonight was a double Sorority mixer, only girls allowed, that’s why she invited the girls to come down. She wouldn’t quite yet expose them to a fraternity mixer yet. This was a night where some of the girls would not participate, but many of the girls that wanted to secretly experiment with other girls would come to the parties and the other sorority that was coming was another notorious party sorority. This was a secret party, only put out amongst the groups in secret so that word did not get around to the wrong folks on campus, but the girls could bring the “appropriate” guests with them.
“There’s probably going to be about 80 to 100 people, well girls at this party”. Mandy told the group. It’s a good group of girls in our sorority, many have invited friends to come along, which is why we were allowed to bring you guys along with us. When get there, feel free to have fun, but we need to all leave together, I don’t want to lose anyone, although there’s no guys coming to this party, I want to make sure we all arrive back on campus. The Alumni that owns the house is arranging a bus back to campus that will leave at different times and there’s a female driver because of it being an a female only party.
The girls got two Ubers and headed over to the Sorority house. When they go to the incredible estate, the girls were in awe of the place. Everything was furnished very nicely. Lots of tile flooring for easy cleaning and dark colored furniture. There was a huge kitchen full of food and all the beer and booze you could imagine. Sammy and Mandy checked in their guests and introduced the girls to some of their Sorority Sisters. Their heads were spinning as they met so many different girls. Most were smoking hot with killer bodies. Lots of super short mini skirts, girls in what amounted to bra tops, some in little hot pants, even though it was getting to be winter. There were lots of tight jeans as well. Kay had worn a pair of sexy skin tight jeans overalls and a belly shirt with her enormous breasts popping out. She was garnishing lots of smiles and looks from other girls. Torrie had on a pair of light blue jeans and a white tank. Katie was in a tight little jean skirt with her usual little thong and a bra top, and Niki was wearing her tight little jeans and a nice belly shirt showing off her rock solid abs and sexy little belly button piercing. Mandy and Sammy both wore a pair if tight white jeans and a red sorority shirt, which seemed like that’s what all of the girls in her sorority were wearing. They had some sort of tight pants or super short mini skirt and this super tight form fitting red sorority shirt with the sorority logo on the front. The other sorority that came to the house had a blue sorority shirt and all guests were in whatever, so you could tell who the guests were and who the sorority girls were.
On the main level of the house there was the fully stocked kitchen as well as well as about half the bedrooms, then there was an upstairs with the other bedrooms and some common hang out spaces or living rooms for the girls that lived in the house full time. There was one set of common bathrooms for “guests” of the party on the top level, one on the main level and then there was one in the basement as well. The girls hit the basement and there was more drinks and more food everywhere, music played, there were large screen TV’s, several beer pong tables set up, pool tables, video games, some more “private rooms” which Mandy pointed out were hook up rooms during parties. There was a nice sized yard out behind the house that housed more games, a fire pit, and places to sit and relax, although this time of the year it was a bit chilly if you weren’t by the fire pit.
The party went on, the girls stuck with Mandy and Sammy hanging out for a while, drinking beers. There were girls smoking weed in the one room in the basement and lots of beer pong games going on. About 90 minutes into the party, alcohol was flowing like water and girls were hammered everywhere. Lines for the bathrooms were starting to get pretty crazy. “This is when the fun starts ladies” Sammy exclaimed. “You’re going to start seeing girls hook up and you’re going to start to see girls pissing themselves”. Kay and Torrie scanned the room and were looking to see who was going to lose it first. “So, what happens if you do happen to…have an accident” Niki asked.
“Nothing, you have an accident and you keep on going. Find someone to hook up with, drink more, have another accident, no one cares here, that’s the great fucking thing about this house and parties here. You just do whatever and no one will bother you or make fun of you or anything, in fact, it’s one of the rules, no judging.”
“Kay and I are going to head over towards the bathroom line to observe…”
Torrie and Kay posted up on a chair together and watched girls waiting in line, some super desperate to pee. Two sorority girls got in line, two smoking hot blonde girls, with long straight blond hair, perfect bodies, incredibly tan for this time of the year, and both had perfect figures, not too skinny, with perfectly shaped asses that were poured into their tight jeans. One girl had super low rise jeans on and you could make out the top of her thong, the other girl seemed like she had bikini briefs on under her tight jeans. The girls observed as they were about 15 girls deep for the bathroom. Both were from the blue Sorority house.
“Fuck, I’m not going to make it waiting in this line and this is the shorter of the bathroom lines”.
“Well, maybe we can find another spot or we can go outside”.
Torrie walked up behind the girls and introduced herself. “Hey, I’m Torrie, this is my friend Kay. This line is pretty crazy and it’s just not moving”.
“Hey, I’m Kelly, this is Sydney. Yeah, this is our first time here. Do you guys go to the school here?”
“No, we go to another school up north, we came down to visit a good friend who’s in this Sorority, we were invited meat…” Torrie laughed. “You know, no one cares what you do around here, you don’t have to necessarily wait for the bathroom. If you have to go, you can just go…”
“You mean…just…go??? Like in our pants???” Kelly asked curiously.
Just as Kelly asked, Torrie spotted a super hot red head in tight white pants walking towards them and her pants were soaking wet from her waist to her ankles. “Yeah, see, check her out, she probably just figured I’m going to just let it out and get going with my night, why waste time in line”.
The girls saw Sammy and Mandy heading into the room that they were smoking in, they spotted Torrie and Kay and nodded for them to come along…
“You guys want to follow us…”
“Sure, why not”
They headed into the room where there was about 10 hot chicks smoking weed and getting very touchy feely with each other. Sammy and Mandy hit the bong in the room and continued drinking more beers on top of that. Kelly and Sydney each took a hit as well from the bong and after a short time were not only a bit drunk, but they were high and their inhibitions at this point were pretty much gone. Kelly stated that she really had to pee bad and that she wasn’t going to be able to hold it. The smoking hot Red Head that had pissed her pants walked into the room and greeted Sammy and Mandy, she was in their sorority. Hey girls, who’s your hot friends. These are our new friends Kelly and Sydney, and this is my hot cousin Katie, her friend Niki and Torrie and Kay. Nice to meet you guys… Kay, I have to say, you have the biggest tits I’ve ever seen… Oh, I’m Becky by the way, nice to meet you guys.
“Nice to meet you too Becky…” Kay stated. “So, you…had a little accident”. “Yeah, bathroom lines were too long, said fuck it, I would rather piss myself than go in the bathrooms at this point anyway, they are going to be filled with puke and shit at this point, so about this time is when girls just give up…or get lazy like me. Just then another girl walked in and the girls could make out a line of pee in her jeans also. “Hey Kayla” Kayla was a smoking hot brunette that looked like she should be a model. Her jeans were soaked and she had the most incredible camel toe going in her tight wet jeans. “You gave up too”. “Yeah, it’s that time of the night, I’m wasted and I just don’t even care at this point. I’m probably going to piss my bed later too, so why not…”
“That a girl”
Kay, Torrie, Niki, and Katie stood there amazed. “This is the best fucking party ever”. Katie walked up to the two hot girls standing in their soaked pants and just boldly touched their wet jeans… “umm, starting to maybe get a little cold, you might need to be warmed up.”
“Ohh yeah, well, I’ll just warm mine up then…Just then, a streak of glistening pee lit up Becky’s jeans and quickly traveled down both of her legs and up her butt”. She leaned in and whispered to Katie, try now… “yep much warmer” as Katie felt Beck’s soaking wet crotch… “Kayla then started to do the same”. Katie was now feeling both girls wet jeans and then let loose in her thong and pee cascaded down her bare legs under her tight mini skirt. Becky quickly shoved a hand under Katie’s skirt and they moved off to one side of the room to make out….
“Well, we won’t see her for a while” Sammy laughed.
Kelly stood there with her hand pressed into her crotch and knew that she was going to have to give in soon. Torrie walked up to her and grabbed her hands and put them over her shoulders and wedged her leg in between Kelly’s legs and she started grind grinding up on Kelly’s tight pussy. “Go ahead, just let go and relax”. Torrie was coaxing a hot college girl to piss on herself and on Torrie’s leg… Sydney stood watching as her friend was getting seduced by another girl. Kay stepped over to Sydney and said, it’s ok, she’s not trying to steal your girl or anything, we’re actually together, we’re just into wet girls…”.
“Ohh, I mean…we are at a hook up party…I wasn’t jealous…just curious…”. So you guys just like peeing on each other?”
“Yeah, something like that, it’s very sensual and makes you extra horny and gives you amazing orgasms.”
“Really, I’ve never really tried it before”.
“Watch Torrie in action first”…
Torrie had Kelly’s arms around her shoulders and she had her hands on Kelly’s perfect round, and really tight firm ass, she continued grinding up on Kelly’s pussy and Kelly moaned softly in Torrie’s ear from excitement. “Go ahead, just relax and let everything come out…” Suddenly Torrie could feel her leg getting very warm and her hands started to feel the warm familiar feel of hot wet piss soaking quickly up Kelly’s tight ass. The pee was gushing from Kelly and was running down both legs and covering her ass in hot pee… “I’ve never… done this before on purpose…this feels weird, but it also feels amazing”. Torrie then unbuttoned Kelly’s jeans and slid her hand down her soaked panties and started to rub Kelly’s amazingly shaped and swollen pussy. She was moaning in ecstasy…Torrie then started to release her own hot pee, also soaking her cute little ass and soaking her jeans down to her legs, she grabbed Kelly’s hand and put it on her crotch as she was peeing. At first Kelly wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but she held her hand on Torrie’s pussy and then started to rub as Torrie pissed a river… Suddenly Kelly had an orgasm…Her knees buckled and she almost knocked her and Torrie over as she was quite intoxicated on top of having an orgasm. Torrie held her up… and could feel Kelly’s nipples poking her through her shirt, they were so hard… “Holy fuck, that was amazing” Kelly slurred…
“Kay smiled and looked at cute little Sydney and said “ok, you try now…just relax your mind and let it all out…”. Sydney tried to relax, but her brain kept telling her no… don’t pee in your pants…. She got out one little tiny squirt that got her panties a little bit wet. She put her hand on her crotch to see if it had soaked through. Her crotch was warm, but dry in her jeans.
“It’s hard, my brain won’t let me let it out”
Kay decided to show her how she just let’s go and she started soaking her cute little overalls, pee spread across the front of her overalls, down both legs and she squatted a little and let it soak up the back of her overalls…in seconds she was drenched… “see, it’s just that easy”.
“Can I…touch them…”
“My tits, sure…”
“Well, those too, but I meant your wet pants”
“Hahahaha, yeah, of course..”
“Wow, that’s hot and wet…I’m going to try again…” Sydney managed to get another small squirt out…this time soaking through her panties and making a very small wet spot on her crotch. Kay went down and started to rub the wet spot on Sydney’s jeans, feeling the perfect triangle shaped pussy in between Sydney’s legs… She found Sydney’s clit through her jeans and when she realized she hit that spot, she went to town and quickly got Sydney off and then the pee started to flow, hot rivers of pee started squirting from Sydney’s jeans and all down her legs… Sydney moaned in excitement as Kay continued rubbing…Sydney fell to the ground, still pissing full force into her jeans as she sat on the ground, sitting in her and Kay’s lake of pee…her jeans absolutely drenched. Kay helped her up off the ground and ran her hands down Sydney’s soaked pants, soaking the pee into her hands…
Meanwhile, Niki, Sammy, and Mandy were with Kayla, Becky and Katie…All the girls had pissed in their pants, soaking themselves in pee. Niki’s jeans were drenched and Sammy and Mandy’s white pants were see-through soaked, just like Becky’s wet jeans.
After a while, more girls seemed to be coming into this room if they had to pee, as there was a floor drain in the room that allowed the room to be washed down after parties, so once girls realized that was the case, it seemed as though girls who wanted to just let go in their pants instead of worrying about the bathroom figured that this was the spot that they would do it in. Girls in little tight jeans shorts came in and just leaned up against the wall and peed on the concrete floor. The girls all watched as they soaked their little pants and then walked out. Girls in tight leggings would walk in and squat down in the room and pee and then leave. It was like watching a compilation video on the internet of pissing girls…
Finally the night started to wind down and the girls had spent several hours drinking, smoking a little bit, peeing a ton… there wasn’t one stitch of dry pants on any of the girls. They were totally drenched…and extremely drunk… They all made their way to the bus line, including their new friends. As they stood in line for the bus, Sydney and Kelly just stood there and soaked their jeans again as they waited. This is fucking great Syd…I don’t know why we don’t just piss our pants all the time, why wait for a bathroom… I’m just going to pee…”
“Well, it’s not quite always acceptable to do that silly, especially when you are sober…”
“Ohh, yeah, good point…”.
The girls all got on their next bus, soaked in pee. The bus driver just shook her head as the girls got on with pissed pants…
Please don’t piss on my bus ladies, wait until you get out please…Thank you!
The girls got the short ride to campus and realized that they now needed to sneak into their dorms with out their RA’s hearing them and seeing them in their peed jeans and coming in wasted. The girls made their way into Mandy and Sydney’s dorm area and quietly got back to the room. They parted ways with Becky and Kelly and Sydney and Kayla. Torrie got all their numbers though on the bus and told them if they were able to make it, she told them about Jule’s party that she was having and she knew the girls would have zero recollection of it in the morning… or so she thought…
The girls all got into Mandy and Sammy’s room, they all giggled about what a good time they had and how wasted they were, but being super careful to make little noise, since it was lights out and quiet time now in the dorms.
The girls peeled off their wet jeans and put them in piles in the corner of the room… Kay and Torrie stayed in their peed panties and got into their tandem sleeping bag and started to touch each other and have the most amazing sexual encounter.
Sammy and Mandy each cuddled up on a bed and Katie and Niki on the other…
The morning came and the girls all woke up hung over as hell, panties still all soaked in pee, wet pants in the corner of the room… now that was a party… |
(Hello again, I'm back with a new Sims 4 story which is based of Trina's hold it Hike comic by @WesternWetsas always I hope you enjoy and be sure to let me know what you thought of it and what stories you'd like to see from me in the future. The story is told from the perspective of Johnathan light blonde hair, orange check shirt and all around nerd telling his story about how his girlfriend pissed herself during a hike.)
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So that's me saying hello to my girlfriend Luna, we'd met during my gap year to Japan and since that day we'd never been apart, I never thought I'd get someone as cute looking as Luna but my dreams had come true.
Although she isn't into omorashi, she does tease me with having to pee and even leaking over video call, but today would be very different.
You see her parents gave her tickets for this exclusive hike around town lead by that day's guide James, who was already gathering people for the hike.
Joining us on this adventure were some couple and a mother with her kid, I guess today was very popular.
"Alright guys if you'd like to follow me we can begin the hike." James calls out and we all begin to follow him.
The beginning of the hike wasn't much to comment about all besides the beauty of nature and Luna's natural beauty.
We all stopped for a moment as James talks about the trees however I was fixated on Luna as she takes a picture of her and nature before she drinks her ice tea.
It was a very hot day so I wasn't surprised that Luna was helping herself to a second can of Ice tea.
Soon we'd reached the temple and my what a sight it was.
"This Temple was built back in the Edo Period yet the weird thing is no Emperor or Empress lived in this Temple as it was used for preying and wisdom." James explains to the group, I couldn't help but notice that Luna was now having her third can of Ice tea.
*All that Ice tea....it has to go somewhere.* I thought to myself as we moved on.
During our hike we'd managed to lose Oscar the slightly overweight Husband who was with Norma who was very worried for him.
"He doesn't just wonder off like this." Norma says
"Don't worry Ms, we'll find him, there are signs that will help your husband find his way back." James comforts.
I just felt bad for the woman.
Meanwhile I was beginning to notice that Luna was not herself, she was squirming a little and being a little deliberate with her movements, I put the two together and determined she had to pee yet for nor now I decided to play dumb and pretend I didn't see.
Soon we passed some half way point where I noticed everyone was a little squirmy, myself included however the kid didn't have to pee at all and so Luna agreed to keep an eye on him while the rest of the us relieved ourselves.
"Hehe you have to pee" the kid taunts as Luna goes to grab herself, I can only imagine what the noise alone was doing to increase her need to relieve her own bladder.
"Ryan behave, Mummy will be done soon." her mother calls out.
"Right.....I think we're all ready to carry on." James sighs as we all continue towards our next sight seeing location.
"However 30 minutes later Luna's need to pee had come back and it was stronger than last time, I didn't know how she was holding so much but it was arousing to watch her squirm.
Finally she opens up to her need.
"Ms....I have to pee....where's the bathroom?" Luna asks quietly so only the mother and I could hear only I pretended to not be paying attention.
"Ummmm well you're kinda looking at it sweetie....unless you can hold it until we get back to town." she replies unsure what to say.
As the group moves on and heads towards town I notice Luna was taking a longer to catch up, I swear she almost doubled over and leaked on the bridge.
It took us another 30 minutes plus another 5 because James got us lost but we finally made it back to town where we found Oscar walking out of the local bar.
Norma was giving James a earful after getting her lost and losing her husband during the hike, even the mother got in angry word asking what he would've done if her child had gotten lost, this gave Luna a chance to waddle to me.
She imminently straightened up the moment I looked over to her.
"hey baby...are you ok? you've been really squirmy all day." I ask her and before she replies.
Her bladder must of spiked because she started dancing around yet trying as hard as she could to keep some shred of modesty as she refused to hold herself.
"I have to...pee, I have to pee so badly....I....I can't even walk....I...I'm that full." she whimpers as she throws her modesty away and holds herself.
"Without moving or saying a word, she closes her eyes as her body shivers and she lets out a quiet moan.
She looks at me and smiles in relief as her shorts suddenly go dark and her legs get soak in her own pee, after hours of holding it, My girlfriend was having an accident.
She suddenly jolts as if she'd woken up as she realises what she'd just done.
Her face was too much for me to handle as I give her a long hug.
"You did so well....." I whisper in her ear.
"That was the best day ever." She whispers shakily before adding.
"I think I understand why you love Omo so much."
The End
(I still don't understand why images are being added when I don't add them if someone can tell me how to stop this from happening I'd appreciate it)
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Hey guys,
It’s been awhile huh? Didn’t think I’d be posting her again anytime soon. But things have calmed down a bit thankfully. I’m also recently single, so I’m feeling much more open to posting without worrying about crossing some sort of line, you know? Despite all the social distancing, I’m feeling much more social nowadays, and just a little bit creative in the writing department.
This story is loosely inspired by real experiences I had with an older woman I used to be friends with, who seemed to be desperate to pee very often. I saw her again recently, and lo and behold, she looked like she had to pee again. It made me wonder whether she was actually doing it deliberately, since she would pass up a bathroom visit just as often. Obviously I took creative liberties, plenty of them, because what fun would it be if I didn’t? But it is inspired by real experiences with an older woman that couldn’t be bothered to visit the bathroom. With that said, all characters and circumstances are fictional in every way, and it’s all for entertainment purposes. Hell, I may write multiple parts. But anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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You know how when your mind plays tricks on you when you want to see something? Like wishful thinking? Someone looks like they need to pee, but they probably don’t? Most of the time it’s just you being horny af in public and not knowing what to do with all that thirst. So what if they’re tapping their foot? They’ve been in line for 20 minutes, they’re probably sick of waiting in line! At the end of the day, there’s a million reasons why someone would be tapping their foot.
But there’s not a million reasons why someone would be stepping from side to side, crossing their legs, bobbing up and down, and biting their lip. That’s a pretty clear indication that someone has a full bladder; and unless they go to the restroom, they’re going to get more desperate, and it’s going to be even more obvious to everyone in the room. Correct me if I’m wrong, but most normal people would go to the bathroom if they were desperate enough that it showed, right? Especially if the bathroom is right down the hall, and it’s an hour drive home, right?
A few days ago, I saw someone that met that exact description. It was sexy and baffling at the same time. I’m not complaining, but I am asking, “why did they decide to hold their pee even longer?” See, not only is this not the first time I’ve seen this person desperate, but it’s not the first time I’ve seen her pass up a bathroom either.
Her name is Yvette. When I was in my early twenties, I used to do a lot of volunteer teaching at a private school, as part of an internship program for my degree. Conveniently, one of her kids was in the class I was a TA in. She volunteered at the school frequently as well, so I would see her very often. Also conveniently, she was (and is) the definition of milf: a single mom in her late 30’s with tan skin, wavy hair, a pretty face, and curvy in the right places. Occasionally she wore tight shirts or blouses that, at minimum, made eye contact more challenging than usual. But without being too crude, her ass definitely stole most of my extra attention. I did my best not stare when she would turn around, but you could tell she worked out, which only supplemented her natural shape and beauty. Her muscly calves climbed to her thick, firm thighs, and ended at her curvy hips and plump, incredibly distracting ass.
I’m sure she knew what she looked like when she walked out the door, no ones accidentally that sexy. At first I hesitated, because I’d never found myself attracted to an older woman before. But I don’t think I’m flattering myself when I say that the flirtatious attention she would give me was all the validation I needed. It was never explicit, but the comments she would make, the way she would laugh; we would actually flirt often, thinking back on it. There were many times when the chemistry spoke for itself, and I would always get a little excited to subtly flirt with this hot, older woman, and watch her big ass saunter away after she flashed me a sweet smile.
Obviously, when she’d walk in the room, I would notice. So over time, I also happened to notice that she was usually relaxed when she would show up, but would always be a little restless when she would come to pick her kids up. Sometimes she appeared physically uncomfortable, or even nervous. But when we would talk, she would stay and chat as if she had all the time in the world. I didn’t think much of it, because from what I knew at the time, she was a busy woman. It started happening more often though, and one day she walked into the room, and it was clear as day to me that she really needed to pee.
She came in to pick up her son, us having a pleasant conversation as usual, when I noticed the click- clack of her wedge heels on the tile floor. She was stepping gently in place, to and fro, back and forth, still chatting as if nothing was wrong. She crossed her legs, visibly squeezing them together, and uncrossed them again, only to recross them the other way and squeeze again. Back and forth, back and forth. Not a full on comically dramatic pee dance that so many of us enjoy, but enough of a display that you could tell what was on her mind. It was ridiculously hard to pay attention to the conversation. My eyes kept straying to her supple thighs in tight jeans. At one point she bent a little at the waist, her knees buckled slightly, before she straightened her legs and tapped her feet. She definitely had somewhere to be, and I ended up walking out with her since I was shutting the classroom down.
She walked right past the bathrooms on the way out, and continued to surreptitiously pee dance in front of me. Her feet were leaving the ground, and her eyes began to betray her need, maybe unbeknownst to her. There was a subtle expression of urgency on her face, yet we still stood there, talking and subtly flirting, Yvette asking leading questions about my life.
I was standing perfectly still, and she hadn’t stood still for the past 5 minutes. If she wasn’t crossing her legs, she was moving them around.
It was the elephant in the room at this point; more accurately the elephant in the parking lot, because we were outside getting ready to leave. As much as I wanted to see her wet herself in a dramatic display of fetish fuel, it was time to call it a day. I was starting to stare, and I didn’t want to be more obvious than I probably already was. I headed for my car and said goodbye, and she headed for hers too, which was parked much closer than mine. She squirmed at her trunk as she loaded up her sons backpack, got in the car, and drove away. In my head I’m thinking, “it’s an hour drive from where we’re at to where they’re from. Did she just pass up a perfectly good bathroom and drive home with a full bladder?” I don’t know everything, but I believe the answer is yes. I never really understood why she did that. Why did she not just pee before driving an hour back home?
I had a few other desperate encounters with her after that, which I may get into later. But that was the first time I ever saw her definitively desperate to pee. Any other time could’ve been chalked up to undiagnosed restless leg syndrome. But that encounter right there put every other time I saw her in a fidgety and squirmy state into a different perspective. Suddenly, it seemed very likely that, at least every 2-3 classes, Yvette would show up desperate to pee. I always thought she was in some sort of rush, but potentially, she actually had a full bladder on a regular basis, which gave me even more reason to talk her ear off.
But why? She was a busy woman, so I figured she probably didn’t have the opportunity to pee before coming to pick up her son. But strangely, she didn’t seem to be in any rush to end the conversation. Sometimes she would, but other times she wouldn’t, and she would linger while fidgeting subtly on the spot.
Am I reading too much into this? Probably. I have a pee fetish, which is probably the only reason I noticed her subtle pee dancing in the first place. But I’ve always been a very observant, logical person. If I saw odd behavior in a classroom, either from a student, a parent, a teacher, or anyone for that matter, I would’ve asked questions. It just so happens that it’s an incredibly hot woman, that might be restless because she always needs to pee.
As exciting as that prospect was, I couldn’t help but scratch my head. It just didn’t make any sense. The bathroom was right there, down the hall. According to what she told me, she usually showed up early to get good parking and beat the traffic on the way to school. She had plenty of time to pee, so why didn’t she? I mean, when I have to pee, I’m usually quick to cut off the conversation and go for a pee at my next opportunity. That’s me, the guy with the pee fetish. I know it’s smart to take those opportunities, but she never seemed to take those opportunities. I just didn’t get it.
That’s assuming she had to pee every time she showed up like that. There had to be a logical reason. Maybe she was embarrassed, because her need to pee was more obvious at some times than others. That made sense. But for a fraction of a second, I thought that she might be doing it on purpose.
Ludicrous. Stupid. Why would she do it on purpose? No one does anything like that on purpose.
Except a lot of people hold their pee on purpose; myself included, on a rare occasion. Maybe I’m bored and I need to finish a round of COD (you can’t pause those). Maybe I’ll go a few rounds. It keeps me sharp. Judge me. Anyways, It always felt like a vaguely plausible possibility, but “my milf crush holding her pee on purpose” always seemed like a ridiculous phrase to even utter, with no basis in reality. It never occurred to me as a real possibility.
Until recently.
I no longer teach at this place. I got ridiculously busy with college; and after I graduated, I knew I needed to move on to greener pastures. I have a lot of friends that still teach here though, and I hadn’t seen them in forever. I was chatting with them online about the whole pandemic, and on a whim last week, I decided to visit. I had been trying to visit for ages after all. Yvette didn’t even cross my mind, since I hadn’t seen her in so long. I was actually dating other women at the time. My mind couldn’t have been further from her.
I let my friends know I was coming obviously. I’m not just going to barge through the front door and start dishing out high fives. I’d get tackled by the ridiculously intimidating security guard. Everyone knew me very well there however, so generally speaking, checking in was just a formality. Most of the original staff was there, and they were all surprised to see how much I had changed. The last time I worked here I was in my early twenties. Now I’m almost 30, a college grad, and I have facial hair. I think my voice got deeper too. Either way, it felt good to show up and show off just a little, and it was awesome to see so many of my friends so accomplished. I forgot how much I missed working there to be honest with you.
”So you’re still alive huh?” My buddy Andres asked ironically.
”Barely. I still have bad allergies. Every time I sneeze I feel like I’m going to get shot on sight.”
”You took your Claritin before showing up right? I don’t want to kick your ass in front of everyone.”
”Okay Kobra Kai. Aren’t you an English teacher? What happened to using your words?”
”I’m off the clock little man.”
”You’re too old to be fighting, you’ll break a hip.”
It was always fun talking shit to Andres. He was a fighter back in high school, and his idea of starting a conversation was going for a jab and stopping right before it hit your face. He was in his early thirties, and honestly he mellowed out a lot since he had a kid. This was him being mellow, believe it or not; he lives his life on hyperdrive. Man do I feel bad for his wife. What an angel.
He was definitely a better fighter than me, and if we sparred I probably wouldn’t win. But I was funnier than him, and I had “old man” jokes for days. The pen is mightier than the sword they say. I mean it’s not; not literally anyway. But that’s what they say.
He was wrapping up his class, and then we were going to get some lunch. I told him I would meet him there, since I felt like a dunce standing in the hallway of a steadily emptying school. Besides, it’s give me an opportunity to save us a seat.
My departure couldn’t have been better timed. As I was walking towards my car, heading for the front gates, I saw my favorite bodacious brunette, about to walk right past me to the parking lot. She blinked twice before she excitedly said hi, not initially recognizing me under my face mask.
“Rio? Is that you!?” She muffled through her face mask.
I blushed almost instantly, all of my pleasant memories of her flooding through my mind like a broken dam. I hadn’t been flustered like this in awhile, but I was quick to recover from the initial shock of seeing my milf crush in person after so many years.
”Yvette!? Hey!!!” I cheered, as my initial shock turned to positive energy.
”Whaaaat are you doing here?” She said playfully, her pleasant smile apparent even while concealed under her face mask. Her eyes were warm and inviting. Her body hadn’t changed. If anything, she looked better.
Stay focused.
We caught up on things. How I was doing, how she was doing, how her kids were doing, all the typical stuff. Her kids weren't with her today, they all moved on to other schools. Turns out she actually worked with the school now as an event coordinator. She got hired as a staff member a few years after I left, and she decided to stay on board and stay involved, despite her son having moved on to another school.
Also, she was still single. That was music to my ears.
”You must really like it here if you stayed this long!”
”I really do. Besides, they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse!”
”I’m sure they did, we always loved having you around. It’s a good thing I don’t work here anymore, we’d never get anything done.”
I blushed at the brazenness of what I had just said. But I said it playfully and with confidence, and she giggled as I said it. Not a bad reaction at all!
She seemed distracted, even though her children weren’t with her. She had something else on her mind. My mind flashed back to the time she pee danced in front of me several years earlier, swaying her glorious hips back and forth, pretending it wasn’t obvious that her bladder was full and in urgent need of relief. In that moment I glanced down briefly at the sounds of her tapping feet, just in time to see her cross her legs, squeeze, and uncross them again.
”So what’re you up to now?”
”Oh you know just making my rounds for the day. We have a big event coming up!”
But it was hard to focus now that the thought had come over me. For some reason, she was having a very hard time staying still. She crossed her legs regularly, squeezing them subtly at the ankles. Her supple thighs squeezed against each other as she crossed her legs. She squeezed again for good measure, and her face showed some sort of effort as she smoothly uncrossed her legs, probably attempting to hold it with the aid of her muscular thighs. It wasn’t as obvious as the last time she was pee dancing, but it looked like a pee dance nonetheless. Constant movement. Her feet tapping, stepping around slightly, constantly fidgeting or squirming in some capacity. Her legs shifted positions every 15 seconds. I was very close to resolving that I would keep this conversation going as long as possible, just to be evil and delay her even more. But she did all the work for me.
”I don’t suppose I could convince you to come and lend a hand every now and then? We could use someone with your experience to get some good footage, especially for live events. You only get one shot at those.” She chuckles with bright eyes, legs tightly crossed.
”Depends, will you be there?” I teased, “I haven’t seen you in action yet!”
”Of course I’ll be there. I’m very hands on! Is that okay with you? You’d be paid of course, I can’t have someone like you working for free anymore.” She teased, recrossing her legs in the process.
”That’d be okay with me. Where do I sign up? Do you have time now orrrr?”
She has a moment of hesitation as she looked off towards the main office.
”You know I’ve already closed up shop for the day. Why don’t you come back later this week? I’ll get you all signed up then.”
”Sounds good to me. How does Friday sound?”
”Friday is perfect, that’s my easy day. How did you know?”
”I have a great intuition.” I smirked, doing everything in my power to ignore the sound of her jeans fabric rubbing against itself.
“Are you going my way, or do you have a few more errands to run around here?” I asked casually, giving her an out to take care of her filling bladder.
”Actually no, I’m done with all my errands for the day. I was just getting ready to leave! Lilly’s in college now, she picks up Ollie on her way back from class now. It’s just me and a whole lot of time on my hands!”
She was doing it again. Again. Here she was, squirming in front of me, with an open schedule, passing up another opportunity to use the bathroom. I unconsciously pictured her squirming even harder right in front of me, her sexy legs doing high knees in her tight jeans, a look of worry and lust across her face, and a steadily growing wet patch in between her thick thi-
“Well let me walk with you. It’s a dangerous neighborhood.” I teased, snapping myself from my daydream in favor of acting like a normal person.
She was free to use the bathroom if she needed to, it was right down the hall, easily within reach. But instead, she turned around and walked to the parking lot with me.
She did a brief shuffle when we went our separate ways. My heart skipped a beat, getting the impression that the urgency was rising. Despite the initial hesitation when we started chatting, we hugged without hesitation, despite social distancing. I don’t teach here anymore, and ironically, it felt much more comfortable for me to socialize with her now than before. I didn’t feel the pressure to be professional now that I wasn’t on payroll. She smiled her iconic dominantly sweet but subtly sensuous smile, her face mask off by this point, and she sauntered off again, potentially with a full bladder.
In that moment I couldn’t help myself. I took a beat to soak in the sight of her glorious body, her yellow blouse radiating the plaza, her torso slimming down to her narrow waist, full hips, and eye catching ass. She really did look just as good, if not better. She may have gained a little weight, but it went to all the right places. Her jeans struggled to contain her glorious ass as it swayed to and fro, tension evident in her lower body. I imagined for a second that she lost her composure, and had to double cross her legs as a squirt of hot piss poured down one of her firm legs. I imagined her dancing frantically in the middle of that parking lot, squirming and jiggling and clenching like no one was watching, but knowing I was. I imagined that it was to no avail, and her colorful pee dancing took a dramatic turn. She gripped her crotch and bent over, her ass facing me and stretching her jeans, much like her bladder, to the bursting point. She breaks out in that borderline comical pee dance that you do when there’s no other option other than to prance and wriggle in every attempt to delay the inevitable, wet accident. I imagined that wet spot from earlier, growing to the size of a dinner plate, spreading up and across her gorgeous ass, before cascading down her light blue jeans, now dark blue in rivers, as she breathes a contented sigh of relief, and finally lets go. She’s peeing herself freely in the parking lot, a warm puddle forming around her feet as she breathes heavily and sighs with pleasure, before turning to me across the lot, giving me that sweet smile, and walking the rest of the way to her car.
After letting my imagination run wild for a fraction of a second, I composed myself and left. So much for saving a seat for Andres.
That whole day was full of pleasant surprises. Besides that awesome opportunity to see my friends and get some side work, I reconnected with my forbidden romantic interest in an exciting way. Yvette had no where to go, no place to be, and no kids with her. I was also 99% sure that she had to pee, and it wasn’t even the first time that I’ve seen her need to pee. She had all the time in the world to go and relieve her filling bladder, but she chose to skip a bathroom trip in exchange for an hour ride home, in traffic. It made no sense to me logically, so the plausibility that Yvette’s potentially desperate drive home was a deliberate act, rather than accidental, was huge in that moment. If this really is a regular thing for her, I couldn’t be luckier.
Why she skipped a bathroom trip so many times? Who knows. She may just not like public bathrooms. Obviously I’m not some guru that knows everyone’s bathroom habits. It could be wishful thinking at the end of the day; perhaps she does have restless leg syndrome. But I think there’s a certain point where it’s obvious that someone needs to pee. And when a pretty woman needs to pee, and puts off a bathroom trip regardless? There’s only a few kinds of people I know of that do that kind of thing, and a most of them are on this site! Honestly who cares why; it’s a nice spectacle regardless, in the middle of an otherwise boring day.
Maybe she had a perfectly normal drive home. Or maybe she did have to pee, but a full bladder is a casual thing for her, just another day at the office. Or maybe, as she sat in traffic, gripping the steering wheel and biting her lip as she wiggled her ass back and forth in her (very lucky) car seat, she took another swing of water, and buckled up for the ride.
I knew then that I was going to take plenty of time filling out that application this week. Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
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“Finally.” She thought, smothering her juicy ass into the seat. She gripped her crotch as a wave rushed over her wriggling body, moaning gently under her breath as she wiggles her hips to regain control.
“Mmmf,” she groaned, twisting her face in effort.
She took a moment to let her thighs slide up and down, back and forth, blowing through her teeth as she bounced and squirmed in her seat, uninhibited by any watchful eyes. She gripped her crotch and couldn’t help but rub in a circle, the growing fullness of her bladder mixing with sexual pleasure for a euphoric sensation. It would be a scandalous thing to see a woman like her, on staff for that matter, putting on such a display; especially in front of increasingly pubescent students. Still, it made the day much more interesting.
With one last twist of her thighs, she relaxed to a more natural position, gripping her crotch for good measure.
“Ugh, I needed that.” She sighed under her breath.
She had been doing an increasingly terrible job of hiding her desperation in front of the cute intern. Well, former intern. She’d always know him as the cute intern though. Rio the cute intern. It had a certain ring to it. It was hard to pass up the attention, and even harder to hide her filling bladder during those long conversations. It was addicting though, and definitely added some flare to her otherwise boring day. He had a nice ass too.
She checked her GPS: 45 minutes home. The traffic wasn’t so bad today. She might make it all the way home without the usual dashing like a mad women into the local Starbucks. They knew her all too well for that.
This was much more manageable than usual. She could probably drive straight home honestly, if she really wanted to. But she did have to go grocery shopping.... maybe she’d stop by and put on a show anyway. If she really had to she could pee there. Why not?
She took a long swig from her thermos, her guilty pleasure. She bit her lip and took a long squeeze of her crotch, then buckled up for an impromptu shopping trip. It was just another day at the office. Well, another day at her office.
Edited January 6, 2021 by AO90
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Hello everyone, this is my first post here. Although English is my only native language, I have learned others, and I speak German proficiently as a second language. As such, I occasionally look for written omorashi material in German (y'know, because I've read enough English-language stuff that I keep coming across the same things again and again). I found this story a while back on a website called klogeschichten.net ("toiletstories.net"), and it's called "Ein Fetisch zum Erweitern", which is German for "A Fetish to be Explored". I quite enjoyed it, so I thought I'd translate it into English and share it here. I did the translation because I enjoy translating things for fun anyway, but I figured there'd be some people here who'd appreciate the odd opportunity to consume material produced in a language they don't speak.
I've included the translation below. I've left footnotes down the bottom (marked with [numbers] in the body text) where I've translated something to do with pee, omorashi etc. in a way which is markedly different from how it's expressed in the original text. This is a necessary part of translation so I haven't marked all the instances where this occurs, I've just pointed out the examples relevant to what we're all reading it for since it's cool to know how desperation and the like is talked about in other languages. Literal translations of these sentences (that I didn't use in the body text because they don't sound natural in English) are included after the story.
Disclaimer: I am not a native speaker of German. If there are any actual Germans who think I've translated something wrong, please let me know! You never stop learning a language and I'd love to know how to do it better for next time. Anyway, the story's below.
The original version can be found here: https://www.klogeschichten.net/viewtopic.php?t=3703
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Lilly and Vicky were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. They were distracted, however—they were also having fun with their fetish. They took turns telling each other about what they found so hot about “going in their pants”, and what things they’d tried. While Vicky was describing a particularly hot experience of hers, Lilly couldn’t stop staring at her increasingly wet vagina. Naturally, this did not go unnoticed, and Vicky called her out on it. “Now, forgive me if I’m wrong, but have you been staring between my legs this whole time?” she asked her friend. Lilly immediately went beet red, but shyly answered bashfully, “Yes…”
“Sorry, you just turn me on so much…” She responded with an excuse. “You don’t need to say sorry for that. I think you’re really hot too,” Vicky replied. “But I’d like to save the fun for this evening, if you don’t mind.”
They agreed, and Lilly stood up to go get something to drink. She came back with a grin on her face and a bottle of iced tea in her hand, and they both immediately started sipping away at it. In the process, they finished the movie.
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By the time they’d reached the end credits, their bladders had started to make themselves known again, although the feeling wasn’t too strong yet. They agreed that they didn’t need to go to the toilet yet. They both grinned to themselves, secretly excited at the knowledge that they didn’t even intend on going to the toilet at all. Once it hit 2pm, they decided to take their bikes down to the nearby lake. Soon enough, their swimmers were already packed along with something to drink, and they headed out. Lilly rode her own bike down, and Vicky borrowed one from Lilly’s mum.
They rode down, their bladders steadily filling along the way [1]. They were both wearing their still-damp clothes from earlier. By the time they got to the lake, the two girls were struggling to contain their urine. In spite of this, however, they pulled their towels out, put them down on the ground, and laid down on them. Lilly hastily pulled off her t-shirt so she could get a nice tan going, and Vicky bit her lip as she tried to hold herself back from jumping her bones there and then.
As they were lying there, Vicky suddenly blurted out, “Lilly, I don’t think I can hold it much longer. I already need to go really bad. [2]" Lilly said back, “Ugh, Vicky, it’s getting pretty bad for me too [3], but I reckon we can hold on for a little longer together.”
Having said that, she turned over and lay on her stomach so she could tan her back. Vicky rolled over and tried to get comfortable too, which wasn’t easy on a full bladder. Eventually she found a position she could hold for a bit, where she could keep putting off her need to pee. It was a beautiful sight to behold for every man walking past: Two young girls lying in the green grass, presenting their gorgeous asses to the world. Anyone looking closely could also tell that one of the girls was a little bit uncomfortable. Almost like she was absolutely dying for a wee. But it was more than that. Vicky’s bladder was about to explode, but she was so turned on that she could still hold it all inShe wasn’t alone in her predicament, however [4]. Lilly had also developed a rather pressing need to piss. So, they both decided that it was time to relieve themselves. Because there were a lot of people around, they looked for another place to tend to their needs. Their gaze fell on a tiny little path, with not a person in sight. However, as soon as they stood up, it became clear that that would be a problem.
Vicky’s bladder was so full now, that it was almost impossible for her to stand up. Of course, she immediately mentioned this to her friend. “Lilly, I seriously can’t hold it anymore. If I stand up, it’s going to come out [5]," she said. “Well, you should just go here then, in your pants,” Lilly said playfully, as she stood up and put her t-shirt back on. Vicky didn’t need to be told twice. Without so much as even moving her towel to the side, she closed her eyes, and relaxed.
Instantaneously, it started pouring out of her. Anyone looking her way would have clearly been able to see her crotch darken, a dark spot visible in the middle. It hissed and bubbled out of her pants and formed a puddle at her feet. Her urine was shooting out of her so hard, it looked like it was never going to end [6]. It flowed through the denim of her jeans, soaking it through. Vicky lay there, frozen in place, enjoying the intense feeling of relief, as well as the feeling of her drenched jeans clinging to her body. She had released an absolute ocean of urine that now sat under her ass, and she just lay there in it. A few people walking past shot them disgusted glances, but the girls didn’t care. Finally, her stream ended and Vicky woke up from her trance and returned to reality.
Suddenly, Lilly couldn’t hold it anymore either. Watching her friend deliberately pissing her pants was too much for her. While Vicky was still basking in the relief of emptying her own bladder, pee started dripping out of Lilly’s pants too. She couldn’t hold it anymore, and started pissing. Her stream suddenly burst through her pants, completely soaking them. Since she was only wearing shorts, her pee immediately started running down her legs. She also earned herself a couple of grossed-out glances from passers-by. But Lilly didn’t notice them. Not at all. She just stood there, legs pressed together, and emptied the entire contents of her bladder into her hotpants. Her stream seemed like it was never going to end [7], and her pants were completely soaked through. When she was finally finished, she moaned in relief and opened her eyes. The puddles of both girls had merged into a single, giant sea of pee.
“Aaaah, that felt good,” Lilly whispered.
“Damn right it did,” replied Vicky, as she rose up out of the sea of urine.
Once they’d snapped out of their trance, they hastily packed up their things and walked back to their bikes.
Originally, the girls had wanted to take a piss secretly, out of view of the public, but through this experience they’d now taken a liking to public wetting too, and already wanted to explore their fetish even more.
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[1] “While they rode down, the pressure in their bladders grew stronger and stronger.”
[2] “It’s already pressing so urgently.”
[3] “It’s already pressing pretty hard for me too”
[4] “However, she wasn’t alone in her pee emergency.”
[5] “If I stand up, it’s going to flow out on its own.”
[6] “If I stand up, it’s going to flow out on its own.”
[7] “The stream seemed like it absolutely did not want to stop.” |
This is a story written long long ago, at a time far, far away... 😀
If there is interest I may go back and fetch some other "classics" from years in the past and bring them here to introduce them to a new audience (at least some of you, I'm sure). Let me know what you all think. The story is also attached here in plaintext form if that would be a better way for any of you to read or archive it.
And now I present the main attraction - for your reading pleasure... with all credit due to the original author: Paul.
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Samantha
by Paul, July 1996
Hello there. I've been a fan of 'accidents' for some time now, and never pass up a chance to steer a situation towards a possible problem. This happened to me with a girlfriend of mine I was seeing at the tender age of twenty-five. She was twenty-four at the time, and we had been going strong for about three weeks, although I'd known her since schooldays. Her name was Sam, and we got on like a house on fire in bed, though we hadn't really explored anything other than what I'd call 'normal' sex yet. There was a good foundation, though, with lots of enthusiasm and openness on both sides. I certainly hadn't yet broached the subject of what really turns me on: a desperate situation or actual accident.
Anyway, one Saturday we had planned to go to the local town to get some shopping, and I picked her up at her flat at about noon. I had mentioned lunch when we arranged it, so we stopped a couple of miles out of town for something to eat in a pub. This only took us about half an hour, just a quick sandwich, and all she had to drink was a half pint of lager and lime to my pint. Towards the end of our drinks, though, the thought crossed my mind that perhaps if I rushed this last bit, and got her out of the pub before she could think of using the ladies' room, something might develop. I always think it's worth trying something like this, even if it only prompts the lady concerned to ask you to find her a toilet... at least it brings the subject up in conversation.
We were laughing and joking and really getting on well, and I picked up my pint, drank the last two inches, put my arm around her shoulders and said, 'Come on, let's get this shopping done, I could do with the fresh air!'
There didn't seem to be any thought at all in her mind to use the ladies' room, and I didn't know whether to treat this as good news or bad. Still, back we went to the car, and drove to the underground car park which services the main shopping centre. There is a precinct above, and a main square with more shops adjoining it, with most of the area being under cover.
As we surfaced in the precinct I began to say 'I wouldn't mind going to the bookshop first.'
Sam had actually started to speak at the same time, and as she pointed to the other side of the mall I heard her say, 'In a minute I'd better...' before she realized I was talking.
I guessed she was pointing to the toilets, and was going to express her need, but it was an excellent opportunity to ignore what she had said by pretending not to have heard. I said nothing, and on we progressed to the bookshop. We had different interests in the way of books, which allowed me to stand browsing in a different part of the shop and observing her. She started out fine, but after a while I could see she wasn't comfortable standing still, and after twenty minutes she had sidled over twice to see if I was nearly finished. Of course, it suited me fine to have her wait, and I didn't hurry over my choices at all. It was now obvious that she couldn't concentrate at all on the books, and not wishing to make my intentions too obvious, we went to pay for what we had bought. Sam reached the counter first, and I watched carefully. Standing behind her I could see she had all of her weight on one leg, and was obviously tensed, not wanting to jig around at all in front of the salesman, yet very uncomfortable about standing so still. She almost snatched her change from him, and didn't wait for me before heading for the door, turning and saying 'See you out here...'
I saw her turn to the right of the shop, and go out of sight. I dreaded her finding a toilet nearby, so I quickly paid, and headed for the door myself. She was leaning on the wall next to the shop window. I burst outside and headed off to the left, pretending to look for her, because I knew that the precinct toilets were in the other direction. She must have seen me heading off, because I heard her heels start to click on the concrete after me.
'Paul...just a minute...you have no idea how much I need a loo right now, I nearly burst in there!' She shifted from one foot to the other, 'I know you want to go to the department store, but can I go over there first?'
She pointed back to the toilets... 'It's getting to be an emergency!'
'Oh,' I said, 'I didn't realize... you'd be better off going into the store, it's nearer, come on!'
This, of course, was not the truth, and I knew the toilets in the department store were on the fourth floor. It looked nearer, though, and she knew she had to start walking soon, in any direction, to avoid looking conspicuous with her dancing. We set off, and on entering the store were presented with a large store plan in front of us. Glimpsing at it as we passed, I remarked, 'The luggage department is on the first floor, so if we go up the escalator to there I can look for my bag while you get the lift up to the fourth, where the toilets are.'
The escalator was straight ahead of us, and I think it was a relief to Sam that she could walk up it, rather than stand still again in a lift. Anyway, she made no comment, so I assumed she agreed with what I had said. My blood was pounding by now, this was turning out to be much better than expected! More luck came my way now, because as I thought, she didn't really want to go on without me, and as the lifts were the other side of the store, she abruptly sat down on a stool in the luggage department, smiled up at me, and said: 'God, do me a favour, will you? Don't hang around!'
By now I couldn't concentrate either, and I thanked God I didn't need to go myself. I delayed my browsing as long as I could, until I thought from her rocking to and fro that she would get up and run if I left it any longer.
I then announced that there was nothing I liked. 'Good, then let's get out of here, I'm nearly wetting myself!' she laughed nervously.
My heart started to race again with those words, and I hoped something else would crop up to cause a delay. I, certainly, was out of ways to hold her up any longer if I didn't want it to be obvious what I was doing.
I had been in situations like this before, and it's at about this point when I thought she was going to make it after all, and I certainly started to get ready for an anti-climax. Sam seemed more comfortable after a sit-down, and we walked through various departments towards the lifts. As we got close, though, she slowed slightly and performed a slight curtsey.
'My God, it's come back, I'm worse than before!'
There was no attempt at jocularity in her manner now, she was definitely panicked! With a sinking feeling I saw that the lift was there and waiting for us, and I started to wonder what the chances were of it breaking down or something... anything to delay! There were two women and a man already inside, and we got straight in. Just to drag things out I hesitated for a moment before pressing the fourth floor button, and the man took the opportunity to reach out and hit the button marked 'Ground'! I could have shaken his hand!
Sam almost gasped when she saw, and I tried to look as sympathetic as I could. I shrugged my shoulders, but Sam went into a kind of tense stance, gripping her handbag, her shoulders rigid. She was facing me, and the look in her eyes spoke volumes about her predicament. Embarrassment and fear were in them, and she looked at me imploringly. There was nothing I could do though, and I glanced at the two women, who had stopped talking and I'm sure had detected that something was amiss. Sam silently mouthed to me, 'Come on...come on...'
As the lift jolted to a halt she shot out, and I followed quickly to keep pace. Straight out of the doors into the square she walked, and I asked her where she was going. 'Back to those toilets....'
She was quite upset with herself by now, (remember we didn't know each other that well yet), and I almost felt sorry for her. We had come out of another exit, though, away from the toilets, and as I opened my mouth to tell her this she realized herself. A girl definitely finds some relief in walking along....it seems to be really difficult for them when they are forced into a lack of motion. I swear Sam could have walked right back through the store to certain relief if only she didn't have to stop moving. The urgency had obviously faded a bit, and she was anxious to regain some of her dignity, I think. She said, 'Oh, shit..you're joking! Can we walk back?'
She had a nervous smile back on her face now that she was walking, though I'm sure she was making light of how seriously she needed to go, trying to make a sort of joke about it. I suggested that the Men's shop I wanted to visit had a toilet, and it was just around the corner. She made a show of appreciating my concern for her (if only she knew!) and took my arm. 'OK then, straight ahead!' she said, smiling a bit more.
I was almost certain I didn't remember a toilet in this shop, and could only hope she would be too embarrassed to ask to use the staff's. As we entered I told her to go and speak to them, though, and went off towards a rack of denims. I kept one ear open as I picked some jeans, but couldn't hear anything. So as I headed for the changing room I was delighted to see she was sitting down on a seat alone.
'Great, isn't it? No help at all, he wasn't...seriously, though, Paul, are you going to be long? I've never wanted to go this badly...we'll have to go straight round to the loos, or I'll embarrass you, I tell you!'
'Right, I'll just make sure these fit, then we're away.' I headed off to the changing cubicles, which were totally empty, and found one from where I could peek out into the shop. It was awkward, but I could just see her legs, crossed tightly as they were, sticking out from behind a wall, up about as far as the hem of her skirt, say mid thigh. I didn't try on the jeans, because I wanted to be in a position to go straight out if I had to. At the time I thought it was worth buying them anyway, even if they didn't fit, if it gave me the chance to delay some more. (Cruel, aren't I?)
There ensued around five minutes of shifting in her seat, and her legs crossed and uncrossed more and more. My mouth was unbelievably dry with excitement, and my trousers had a huge bulge. I was tempted to touch myself believe me, it wouldn't have taken much! She suddenly stood, so I grabbed the jeans and came out of the cubicle.
'These are fine, I would have asked you in to see them, but I thought you were more comfortable sitting,' She said urgently, 'I'm not comfortable doing anything at the moment!' she was almost cross. 'Pay for those, I'll be outside.'
Out she went, almost hobbling. I got the cash out as fast as I could and paid, and I could see her pacing outside the shop. Surely she couldn't hold out much longer?
I am well aware from my own experience of being 'caught short' that the urge comes in waves. These get worse and worse each time, until presumably your muscles will give way.(I've been close, but it's never happened.) Sam had such a look of sheer panic on her face through the window that I was really hopeful something would happen. My penis was straining against my pants, and at the back of my mind I remember worrying a bit about anyone noticing.
I thanked the salesman, who had observed Sam's behavior and had his eyebrows raised, and walked quickly outside. She started off around the corner as soon as I came out, and only when I hurried to draw level with her did I see that she was nearly in tears. 'Paul, for God's sake come on or I'll piss myself!'
For a moment there was no-one who could see us as we rounded the corner. Her eyes darted towards a niche next to a shop, and I realized she was actually so desperate she was considering going there!
Sure enough... 'Quick, do you reckon I could just drop my knickers and go a bit there?' she gasped as she clicked along, not daring to slow. Well, I suppose so, it's only about a hundred yards to the toilets, though...!
'You don't get it do you?' she protested angrily, I... CAN'T... WAIT... ANY... MORE!' She was taking the opportunity to bend almost double as she walked, but someone at last came round the corner and put paid to her idea of going there. I took her arm as she straightened, and carried on. I was as sure of myself as I could be now. We were walking fast now, and she was very frantic.
'I can't believe I let myself get like this. I'm GOING to go!!!' she wailed, and shot me a frantic sidelong glance. She had her hands clasped around her bag against her tummy, walking stiffly.
'I just can't hold this...' shaking her head, 'I'm gong to piss in my knickers like a kid... Paul, I'm sorry!'
She was tearful now, sobbing as we went along. Her pace slowed slightly all of a sudden, and she gritted her teeth and said under her breath, 'Just keep walking... I'm... Oh God, Oh God. I can't stop it, don't look!' As she bit her lip in her pain I of course had to glance down as we walked, and sure enough her stockings had drips on, some turning to small rivulets on the inside of her thighs. She was wailing, 'Oh, Oh. I'm going to piss myself. I can't help it, it's going everywhere!'
We finally got to one of those trees which appear to have grown out of the concrete, and she snatched her arm away and leant her back against it. She just carried on helplessly peeing down between her legs and soaking her stockings. The dozen or so people in this part of the complex were ignored for a time, until she seemed to get it all under a bit of control. She was crying softly, though, and she looked at me and just said, '..My shoes..'
I looked. There was only a smallish puddle, so I suppose most of what she had released so far had run down into her high heels. Anyway, she wanted to get away from the scene quickly, so we walked and hobbled around and down to the Car Park, with me making what comforting noises I could. I was speechless with excitement, though, and I think she started to see this.
'Er... are YOU OK?' she said.
The car park was deserted, and as we went around the back of my car I just couldn't resist it. I remember mumbling something about it really turning me on, and, vaguely wondering how she'd take it, I unzipped myself. Released, I burst out from my boxer shorts, and to this day I never remember feeling so huge and engorged. I held myself, pretty sure we were unable to be seen. Sam, as I thought, was adventurous enough not to mind. In fact, it seemed to electrify her. She had been standing with her hand in her crotch, obviously still feeling pressure from her bladder, and to my delight she now began rubbing, absolutely wide-eyed as she stared down at what I was doing.
'My God, Paul, you're making yourself come' her voice was now thick with lust. 'I've never seen a boy do this... go on... go on...'
She quickly rammed her hand up inside her skirt, and started to slowly frig. I couldn't see anything under there, but hardly needed any more turning on. I remember feeling really wanton, and I suppose to try and repay the terrific turn-on this girl had given me I pulled my boxer shorts right down, cupped my balls with my other hand, and made sure she could clearly see what I was doing. She was gasping and moaning as she watched me, and I just couldn't hold it back any more. Great gobs of sperm shot out of me, and spattered on the ground.
My orgasm over, I was left feeling slightly silly, and started to worry again about someone seeing us. The area remained deserted, however, and I covered myself up, moved over, and kissed Sam. She placed her free hand on my shoulder, moved her legs slightly apart, and continued to masturbate while we kissed. Her breathing quickly became much heavier, and soon she shuddered to her own climax. Taking her hand out from her knickers, she giggled and said, 'This hand's absolutely filthy... it's soaked with pee and loads more!
She placed her bag on the boot of my car, took a tissue out, and demurely wiped her hand. Before we got back into the car she squatted behind it and relieved herself completely, and on the way home she confessed that although she had hated wetting her knickers and being so desperate (she hadn't, at the time, realized what it was doing to me) she had been fantastically aroused by the result. She was even slightly amused by my own confession about how I had been trying to guide her into just that predicament.
There were two or three more of these memorable times with Sam, and although they were contrived, that didn't really lessen the impact of seeing her dance around and loose control of herself. I shall continue in another story...
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A/N: Just a lil commission I wrote
Gloria and her mum do not get to spend a lot of time together since she left on her journey, ending with her becoming champion. Though she tries to visit as often as she can, her champion duties keep her in Wyndon most of the time, so whenever she is actually able to spend time with her mother, she takes that opportunity.
On one such occasion, the two decide to make a day of it, going into Motostoke to do some shopping, and then hitting some of the stores in Wedgehurst on their way back home. It has been a long day out, and the two of them are eager to get home for one very pressing reason. Not only are they both tired, but they have both recently admitted to needing to pee.
It was on the train back from Motostoke that Gloria first noticed the urge, but she tried to ignore it. If she got desperate enough, she could use the bathroom in Wedgehurst, but since she was certain their shopping would not take too long, she would rather just wait until she got home. Though she has had to get used to peeing wherever is available on the roads, that has not made her any fonder of the idea. At the very least, when she is visiting home, she can try and use her own bathroom whenever possible.
As they were leaving the store, though, Mum had asked her if she thought they should stop for a pee before leaving. That was when she realized that she had to go as well, and admitted that it had been building for a while, but that she thought she could make it until they got home, if Mum could. She agreed to wait it out, since it is not too long of a walk between the two small towns, and now, the two of them are finally home, and not a moment too soon.
Gloria is starting to really get desperate, and her mother is a little nervous about the state of her own bladder. When her daughter had said she could wait until she got home, she was a little disappointed. She is not so fond of using public bathrooms herself, and is always determined to wait as long as she can if it means that she can go at home, but at the time, it had already been pretty bad for her. If Gloria had needed to go badly enough to use a public bathroom, then she would have been able to justify it for herself, since it was for the sake of her daughter, and since it would make no since to stand around waiting while Gloria peed, when she could go ahead and take care of her need at the same time.
But Gloria is tougher than that, and said she could hold it, so what choice did she have? It would have looked silly for her to beg her daughter to change her mind, all to use a public bathroom that she would ordinarily never consider, and if Gloria could hold it until they got home, so could she. And both of them have managed to wait that long, just like they said they could, but she really can’t wait to get inside.
The master bedroom has its own bathroom in her house, so she does not have to worry about if she will let Gloria go first or not. All she has to do is open the door, and the two of them can get inside, and finally relieve themselves. She turns the knob, and…it stays stuck. Locked.
“That’s funny,” she mumbles, before trying it again. She knows that she left it unlocked. Postwick is just the sort of place where you don’t have to worry about if you remember to lock up or not, because everyone knows everyone, and crimes like burglary just don’t happen. More often than not, she does not bother locking up, trusting her beloved Budew to scare off any potential burglars, should they happen to, against all odds, show up in Postwick and target her house specifically. Small as the Budew may be, she has no doubt that it can be fearsome.
Her door is clearly locked, though. She jiggles the doorknob, hoping that it might somehow shake loose, before Gloria asks, “Well, are you going to get out your keys?”
“I didn’t lock the door, though,” she replies, “so it shouldn’t be locked.”
Immediately, a look of dread crosses Gloria’s face. “I…I forgot.”
“Forgot what, dear?” A stab from her bladder makes her wince, and she tries to hide that from her daughter.
“I’m so used to Wyndon, I just…I mean, I have to lock up my flat whenever I leave, and I just turned the little lock before I came out…” she mumbles, looking at the ground. “I didn’t know you weren’t carrying your keys.”
Realization dawns on her, that Gloria was the one to lock her out. “Oh, no, that’s alright, don’t worry about it! It probably wouldn’t kill me to be a little more cautious, or at least carry my keys…but don’t worry, we have a spare!”
With that, she gets down on the ground to lift the rock that it hides under, noting that this puts quite a lot of strain on her bladder. She would give anything to already be inside, emptying her bladder, but this is just a minor setback. At least, it is until she lifts the rock and does not find the key. Frantically, she starts groping around, reaching under plants, trying to find it, before she remembers.
“Oh, no…” Slowly, she stands back up.
“What is it, Mum?”
“Remember when I came to visit you a few weeks ago? I…lent the spare key to Hop’s mum, and she never gave it back to me when I got home, and I didn’t…I forgot to go get it from her,” she admits, and Gloria’s eyes widen, before she relaxes again, trying not to panic.
“Well, that’s alright. We can just pop in and get the key back right away,” she says. “And perhaps they’ll let us stop in to pee while we’re at it…” She is a little embarrassed to suggest that, but she does feel like things are getting pretty bad, and even though she will be close to being able to use her own bathroom, something tells her that Hop’s mother will want to talk for a bit, and that is more than she will be able to bear. At least if they pee over there, then they will not have to be rude by rushing out without making much conversation.
“You’re right, you’re right, no need to panic,” Mum agrees, and so, the two of them leave their shopping bags in front of the door before making the trip to their neighbors. It is still a short walk, the houses not right on top of each other like they are in the bigger cities, and it feels like it takes much longer than it actually does, with the state that the two of them are in right now.
But they reach their house quickly, only to find that the lights are out, which does not look promising. They exchange a glance before Mum still tries to knock, but they are met with silence. She knocks again, then tries the doorbell, and there is still nothing. It is rare for there to be absolutely no one home. Though Leon has remained in Wyndon even since Gloria defeated him, and though Hop spends most of his time working with Sonia, between their mother and their grandparents, there is usually at least one person at home.
Shifting back and forth nervously, the girls are soon forced to admit that there is no one home, and that they are not going to be able to get their key this way. Quickly, she pulls out her phone to call Hop’s mother, who picks up and asks what she needs.
“Are you out right now?”
“Yes, Leon invited us all out for a day!” she says, clearly excited. Quite the coincidence, since Gloria happens to be visiting home at the same time that the former champion has made time for his family. “Did you need something? I’m afraid we won’t be back for a while yet.”
“Oh, no, nothing at all. I just thought about my spare key, but you can bring that back any old time,” Mum lies, glad that her friend can’t tell through the phone just how desperate she is. They hang up not long after that, and she turns to find Gloria practically jogging in place, trying to keep herself under control. This is really bad, and they both realize it, but they are not sure what else to do.
“Maybe we can break in somehow?” asks Gloria.
“Into our own home? Not sure how we can pull that off without doing too much property damage, but alright,” her mother agrees, and the two walk back home, finding it even more torturous this time, as they both continue to cope with their bursting bladders. Back at the front door, neither of them can hold still, and both try and brainstorm ideas for how to get inside.
Naturally, the first thing they try is the credit card trick, but sliding a card in the doorway does nothing for them, and no matter how they try, they are not able to get the door to open like this. Instead, they just risk damaging a few cards before deciding that this is not worth the risk. But what else can they do?
Walking is becoming difficult for both of them, but they begin searching around the outside of the house, trying every window that they can reach. Neither of them are able to find a window that was accidentally left unlocked, which is just the worst luck, because Mum knows that she typically has a hard time remembering to lock them when she has had them open to let some fresh air in. Why would this be the one time she actually remembered?
“Any luck?” Gloria asks, once they have met back up in front of the house. She shakes her head, and watches her daughter bite her lip. Both had been trying to act strong for the sake of the other, but by now, they are both too desperate to try and hide it. This is quickly becoming a terrible predicament, and they need to find a way to get inside quickly, before things take a turn for the worse.
“What if Budew broke in for us?” This time, Gloria knows that her suggestion is ridiculous, but she still tries it, not able to think of anything else.
“That would be a little too much. It’s a bit more expensive to replace broken windows than it is to deal with some wet clothes.” This is the first time that either of them has outright addressed the fact that they might end up wetting themselves. Both of them want to avoid that at most costs, but Gloria can agree that destroying a window to get in would be a little extreme, and even though she knows that she could probably afford the repairs easily, she understands why her mother would not want to do something like that either way.
But what else is there? Hop’s family will not be back for a while, and even if they were to fly back right away, there is no guarantee that they would get back in time to prevent disaster. Not that either of them would ask his family for something like that. They must be enjoying their day in Wyndon, so it would be a bit much to expect any of them to drop everything just to fly back home and open their door for Gloria and her mother to use their bathrooms.
If only they had left it unlocked, but Mum tried that before they gave up and left. It would have felt a little wrong to just go into their house when they were not home, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and Mum is certain that, if she were to explain the circumstances to her friend, she would have understood perfectly, and not blamed her at all for that. But as things are, none of that really matters.
All that matters is that they do not know what to do now. There is no way to get into their house without causing any serious damage, and there is no way that they can wait all day for Hop’s family to come back. Neither of them want to end up wetting themselves, but since they are still in town, neither is willing to take the risk of squatting behind a bush and going outside. Even if Postwick is not a particularly busy town, they still have neighbors that could wander by at any time, so every idea that involves immediate relief has to be immediately written off.
“Do you think you can make it back to Wedgehurst?” Gloria asks, after a moment of thinking. There are no public bathrooms in town, but if they could back to the neighboring town, there is the Pokemon Center, which also gives them a place to stay until that evening, when Hop’s family returns and can give them their key back. All in all, it is the best idea that they have right now, but even Gloria is not sure if she is going to be able to make it that far.
She is used to having to hold it on the road, of course. After all, she does not like peeing outside, so even though she is not so fond of public bathrooms, she finds them to be preferable to going outside, and often on her journey, if she knew that she could make it to a public bathroom, she would hold out as long as she possibly could, just to avoid peeing on the road. Oftentimes, she found herself really cutting it close, pushing herself to her very limit to avoid an accident, but as long as she always made it in the end, she decided that it did not matter. When she was camping at night, it was a different story, and she had no choice, but when she could avoid it, she always would.
Mum does not have the same advantage that she does, of having no choice but to hold it or do something that she would rather not. She spends most of her time at home, tending to her garden, where the bathroom is always right inside. Though she is older, her bladder is not as strong as Gloria’s has become, dealing with the traveling, on top of lengthy Pokemon battles that sometimes drag on so long that they become rather inconvenient.
“It might be a bit too far,” she replies with an embarrassed mumble. “Are we sure that there’s not another way in the house?”
Gloria knows that they have tried everything, that there is nothing left to try, and that if they stand any chance of making it to Wedgehurst, the more time they spend here, the more likely it is that the chance will pass them by. Already, she keeps pushing a hand under her skirt to hold herself, and she has seen her mother’s hand go between her legs a few times. Neither of them can stand still for even a second now, with both obviously so desperate that they do not have much time left before they lose all control. Her panties have grown rather damp with a few leaks along the way, so she has no time to waste.
“I don’t think there is, unless you really do want to break a window,” Gloria says, groaning a bit as she does, shuffling her weight from foot to foot. “If you want to do that, we can definitely…I’m sure I could replace the glass…”
“But how long would that take? And how would we explain it?” Mum asks. As she does, she grabs herself again, squirming around rapidly. She keeps stalling it out even though it is clear that she is not going to make it, as if she just expects the ideal solution to come about if she just waits long enough. While she does her desperate dance, fighting with all she has to hold back the flood, Gloria tries to come up with a way to help, not just her mother, but herself as well.
“If you can’t make it to Wedgehurst then we don’t have a choice. We’re going to have to get in somehow, or else we’re going to be waiting out here in wet clothes,” she insists. “We can just say some Pokemon training got a little out of hand, and we can try a rush job, but I just…nng, I don’t think even I can hold it until we get to a Pokemon Center!”
Mum knows that she is not going to be able to make it. She has known that since Gloria first made the suggestion, but she wants to be able to hold it, to look strong for her daughter. Her desperation has gotten so terrible that she can’t think straight anymore, not able to make the right decision, and stalling things out when neither of them have the time to waste on anything but the solution that they need.
“Alright, you can…you can do something about the windows,” she groans, doubling over, jamming another hand between her legs, holding herself to try and prevent a leak, but it is no good. A spurt of liquid slips past her defenses, soaking into her panties, and another follows, and another, until she is sure that her overalls will show a bit of dampness. “Please, hurry, I’m leaking!”
Now that she is on the edge, she no longer wants to hesitate. She can’t hide that she is about to lose control, can’t even hold still for a second, and does not want to have to wait. Will she even be able to climb through the window without losing it? If only she had given in from the start and let Gloria do whatever she wanted, then everything would have been okay, but now she has pushed herself too close to her limit, and she really is not sure if she can make it.
“Alright, um, Budew, come over here!” Gloria says, and the Pokemon responds easily to her command. Despite not being one that either of them really use for battle, and despite ultimately belonging to Mum, the Budew responds readily to Gloria, both from familiarity of being with her all these years, and because of Gloria’s natural commanding nature, a top grade trainer through and through.
But Mum does not have the chance to be too impressed with her daughter’s abilities as a trainer. She clamps down hard, doing everything in her power to stop any further leaks from slipping past her defenses, but there is really nothing that she can do in a situation like this. There is nothing that she can do but accept the fact that there is now a very visible wet spot on her overalls, and that she is probably not going to be able to climb through the window without even bigger leaks, because she already can’t let go of herself without leaking even more.
Gloria orders some move or another, and Budew does as told, aiming straight for the window, and it cracks a bit, but does not break. Another move is ordered, and it is enough to break through the glass, but it is already too late. As she watches the glass crumble and fall inward, Mum also feels a leak that turns out to be more than a leak, and she goes still, halting her dancing as her hands fall to her sides, and her overalls are completely flooded.
It takes Gloria a moment to realize what is happening as she congratulates Budew, thanking it for the help while hopping from foot to foot, fighting against her own bursting bladder, but when she realizes that Mum is not saying anything and not moving forward, she turns back to see what is going on, and her mouth falls open as she watches the dark spot spreading across the front of her mother’s overalls, as she completely and totally wets herself.
If they had done this just a little bit sooner, then it might have been possible for the two of them to avoid something like this, but they tried so many other things to avoid this, and it ended with the window shattered and Mum still soaking her panties. If only they had gone to the bathroom while they were still out, if only Gloria had not said that she wanted to wait until she got home, if only she had not locked the door without thinking, if only Hop’s mum had returned the spare key…
There are a lot of things that would have helped them prevent this, and listing them now does nothing to change what has happened. Budew looks between the two of them, curious and not understanding why Gloria went from praising it to gawking at her distressed mother. Finally, it gives up on trying to figure them out, and goes back to its favorite place to sunbathe, completely unconcerned.
“Mum, I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” She trails off, not sure how she can apologize for something like this, but her mother waves her off.
“Don’t worry about me,” she replies, as she finally feels her stream slow to a stop. She is amazed at just how much she has been able to hold, and for such a long time. It is a miracle that she lasted this long at all, all things considered. “Just get in the house, before you end up wet too!”
“Right!” Gloria reaches through the broken glass, careful not to cut herself, with her other hand pushed under her skirt, holding herself, feeling how damp her panties already are, as she unlocked the window. But once she moves to open the window, needing both hands to do so, her knees buckle beneath her, and that is all that she can handle.
Standing right outside her house, so close to the relief that she has worked so hard to obtain, her bladder decides it is tired of waiting for relief, and gives up on the fight all together. She remains frozen, holding onto the window, halfway open, with her knees knocking together, and a steady stream of pee gushing out of her, soaking through her panties and spraying to the ground beneath her with a loud hiss. Her skirt is not completely safe, and she ends up with a wet dress as well as wet panties by the time her bladder is completely empty.
Even though she has already ended up in such a humiliating predicament, Mum can’t help but feel a stab of sympathy for her daughter as she realizes that Gloria has not made it either. It is unfortunate that neither of them were able to hold it, and that they had to destroy a window, only to end up soaked either way. Of course. They are going to have to get inside to be able to clean up and change clothes without anyone else finding out, so perhaps that part was inevitable.
Even so, they both have plenty of regrets in regards to what they could have done differently. Even risking getting caught peeing outside would have probably ended better than this, but since this is what they chose, this is what they ended up with. Gloria, once she is done soaking herself, climbs through the window so that she can unlock the door, letting her mother in. The two of them get cleaned up and call a window repair service, and then vow to one another that they are never going to speak of this afternoon again.
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This is a story written long long ago, at a time far, far away... a continuation of my "Classics" series where I go back ~20 years or so and repost some of the "classics" from sites no long with us, such as Thomas' Water Resources, etc... The stories are also attached in plaintext form if that would be helpful to anyone. If anyone has requests, please let me know. Female desperation, wetting, accidents are my thing so all stories will likely be along such lines.
I'll be posting this one in 3 parts through the week... (let me know if that is fun or just torture) and I'm going to try to jazz it up a bit with italics, bold perhaps, we'll see if it helps. I've also fixed minor spelling and some typos.
Today we'll be glimpsing a real-life relationship John had with Jane. So for your reading pleasure... with all credit due to the original author known only as John, I present:
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1 - Jane's Discomfort
by John
Like you I have always been excited at the thought of a girl dying to go to the loo. Though I fantasized about this from my teens and even earlier, it's not something I really witnessed in earnest until I was about 18. Then one or two sightings - a girl waiting for the toilet at a party, another fidgeting on an underground station, and one or two others helped keep my interest alive and gave me an appetite for more. But for the most part I was dependent on fantasy and secret story writing.
Then when I was 19 or 20 my fantasy became reality. I was living in a bedsitter in London and invited my first long term girl friend back to my place for the evening. It was all very innocent - things were different in the early 1960s. We had been going out for about a fortnight, mostly meeting after work for a coffee or occasional evening at the pictures. Now in my bedsitter we had something to eat and drink and then amused ourselves with a board game; I was teaching her how to play chess.
Anyway, as the evening drew on I began to realize that Jane was fidgeting about. At first I could hardly believe it but soon realized it was true. After a couple of mugs of tea Jane now needed to go to the toilet but was too shy to ask where it was. She shifted backwards and forwards, constantly changing her position, now sitting on the edge of the chair, sometimes sitting on her hands, then leaning forward and crossing her legs. Luckily the coffee table we were playing at was quite a low one so I could watch every fidget.
Then she stood up and walked across the room to get her handbag, ostensibly to get a hankie, but I couldn't help notice her glancing at the door. She hadn't been to my flat before so would have to ask where the toilet was. Instinct told me to keep talking; I've no idea what I talked about but anyway she didn't feel able to interrupt and had no option but to return to the chess board and sit down again. We carried on with our game of chess - but for both of us our concentration was elsewhere!
We played for another 15 or 20 minutes and my excitement rose as she got more and more uncomfortable, her thighs moving restlessly, her conversation more and more stilted; I realized now that she really was dying for a pee but to embarrassed to ask to 'leave the table' during the game. I was quite a shy person myself and had been in that situation myself more than once so knew just what she was going through, and what thoughts must have been going through her head. A couple of times I saw Jane looking towards the door as if trying to pluck up courage to 'ask'.
Once, seeing the position on the chess board as desperate as her own, she said "I give in" but cruelly I insisted on continuing the game a little longer. My view was made the more erotic on a couple of occasions when her fidgeting caused her skirt to rise up, revealing the frilly flounces of her petticoat and, briefly, the dark part at the top of her stockings. Of course, this gave her another excuse to change position, pushing her skirt hem modestly over her knees, and sitting once again on the edge of the chair.
But at last our short game came to an end and she quickly stood up. Anticipating her next move I seized her hand, drew her towards me and pulled her down onto my knee. She responded to my kisses but all the time I could feel her moving anxiously up and down, quite unable to sit still for a moment. She was clearly anxious to break away and eventually got up to go for her handbag once again. Then, with a determined calmness, came the question that both of us - me with my cruelty, she with her shyness - had been putting off.
"Where's the Ladies' room?" she asked.
When she came back she was altogether calmer and it was almost time for me to see her to the station. That night I played over every nuance of her dilemma in my mind - and eagerly awaited our next date, especially her next visit to my flat. Much as I liked Jane, uppermost in mind was the inevitable question:
Will she get desperate again?
But I'd have to wait for that - and so will you!
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2. Jane's Dilemma
by John
After witnessing Jane's anxiety to go to the loo the first time she came back to my bedsitter, and her shyness about asking to 'leave the room', I could scarcely wait for her next visit. Of course, I had quite fallen in love with her, so it was by no means my only reason for wanting to see her - but it was certainly a material factor, and one I couldn't help thinking about.
On her next visit there simply wasn't time for the tea to take effect; but I soon found that on Saturdays, when she came for three or four hours, there were real pleasures in store. She was an attractive girl of 19 or 20, intelligent and always well dressed, so I don't know why she was so shy about going to the loo, but shy she most definitely was. She had a long journey home at the end of the evening so would always visit the toilet before leaving, but clearly found it difficult to ask at other times, especially if it meant interrupting something.
I suspect, too, that for the shy person there is a dreadful paradox: the more desperate you are, the more difficult it is to ask. I soon realized that if I plied her with cups of tea and then kept her occupied with a game or some music or simply a cuddle, then there was a good chance I would see her fidgeting or shifting about on her seat before the night was out.
One Saturday some 3 or 4 weeks later we spent an afternoon visiting an art gallery before returning home. She'd been to the Ladies at the gallery but had had a drink after that, and a couple of mugs of tea when we got to my flat. We sat for a while on the side of my bed looking at the art catalogue I had bought and discussing the paintings. I remember Jane was wearing a blue dress with a full skirt, with its frills and flounces always a lovely thing to explore - which I soon began to do. We were soon cuddling up to one another with our feet on the bed.
Though the relationship seems quite innocent in retrospect, it had progressed enough for me to undo one or two of her buttons, slip a hand inside the bodice of her dress and caress her breasts. After a while I put a hand on her knee, then under her skirt. I had only been able to do this for a few days and it was marvelous to reach the cool softness of her legs above her stocking tops, to run my fingers along her suspenders. We kissed and murmured sweet nothings to each other for a while but when my hand next strayed beneath her skirt I received an extra frisson of excitement, for her legs were gently moving about. There was an hour or more before we need think about getting ready to go and already, I was sure of it, she wanted to go to the toilet.
Over the next half hour she gradually got more and more fidgety. With my hand under her skirt I could feel her muscles tightening and contracting as she tried to hold back the urge, squeezing her thighs together, her legs gently moving up and down. She was still responding to my kisses and caresses but I could sense she was shifting about with greater urgency, increasingly unable to keep still. Then she changed position, sitting up on the bed, modestly holding her skirt over her knees. "It must soon be time to get ready, mustn't it?" she asked.
"We don't need to get up till nine", I replied, "We've got another half hour". I silenced any objections by kissing her and undoing another button on her dress but, though she responded with a kiss she was soon changing her position again, this time kneeling up on the bed. I reached up to touch her bosom, then gently drew her down beside me again, but soon she was again half sitting, and soon after that she was kneeling beside me, then sitting with her legs drawn back, and though she made play that this was all part of the lovemaking so that she could smile down at me, her laughter had got more forced and the rocking of her buttocks owed more to discomfort than fun.
Over the next ten minutes she must have changed her position a dozen times, at one point sitting on the side of the bed, on the pretence of getting a hankie from her handbag. A couple of times I noticed her biting her lip and glancing balefully at the door, but each time I took her hand and brought her back down onto the bed for a cuddle, surreptitiously drawing her skirt and petticoats up a few inches for a glance at those beautiful, frantically fidgeting legs.
But Jane was almost past the fidgeting stage, for she was now, almost jerkily, moving from one position to another, one moment lying beside me, then sitting with her legs stretched out, then with her legs tucked in, then kneeling.... When she knelt up she would bend and kiss me, as if to give a reason for the move, but soon there would be a nervous glance at the door and, if I caught her eye, a lame excuse - "I was just wondering if the door was locked" or "I was just looking to see what the time was". It was a quarter to nine - I'm sure both of us knew the time to the minute - and I began to wonder whether she would hold out. My feelings were torn - I loved her and didn't want her humiliated, but I wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. So I did something really rotten:
I took her dress off.
Most of the buttons were already undone but I now unfastened the buckle of her belt and began to pull the dress off her shoulders. "There isn't time" she protested. "I just want to see you without it" I replied, and ruefully she helped me take it off. Jane looked so pretty in her bra and petticoat - but I also knew it would be so much more difficult for her to leave the room (for the toilet was down the corridor past the kitchen and two other bedsitters). Surely I could have another ten minutes to enjoy her plight.
Once more I drew her down beside me, caressed her naked skin, slid a hand round to her clenched buttocks, but when I slipped my hand under her petticoat she quickly knelt up again. Then she sat down, her legs tucked behind her, rocking backwards and forwards, and though she let me reach forward and touch her breasts, she moved away again the moment I tried to explore her legs. Once more she knelt up, looking round the room, then swung round and sat on the edge of the bed, hunched forward, her hands behind her knees, squirming up and down. I suddenly felt sorry for her, for I knew - and the poor girl must have known that I knew - that she was absolutely frantic for a pee.
But at last she found an escape line. "Hadn't you better draw the curtains?" she said. There was no denying the logic so I got up to draw them and when I turned round again Jane had her dress in her hands. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I just want to go to the Ladies for a minute", she said. "I won't be long." Still sitting on the bed she managed to pull the dress over her head, stood to let the skirt fall into place, contrived to fasten one or two of the buttons, and fled the room as fast as her modesty would let her.
She was gone for two or three minutes and when she returned it was almost time to start getting ready to go home. As we were in good time we had a cup of tea and before leaving the house she went to the loo again. "Again!" I joked and she laughed. The ice was broken and from that time visits to the toilet became a little private joke between us. She was never again quite so shy; but there were still many good moments ahead.
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3 - Jane's Despair
by John
Well, time passed. Though Jane remained quite shy about it, she felt able to make little jokes about going to the toilet. She also soon realized that it turned me on if she needed the loo and when we were alone together she would often delay going until she was fidgeting about, sometimes adding to my pleasure with whispered comments such as "I'm dying to spend a penny" or "Ooooh! I do want to go to the Little Girls' Room".
One evening a month or two later Jane was again back at my flat and, things having progressed a little, we were lying in bed after a heavy petting session. She was sitting up in bed smoking a cigarette and rather aimlessly putting on her face. She had been shifting up and down for some time and had grown very quiet when suddenly, after an especially violent fidget, she grimaced and said, "I want to go to the toilet ever so badly". From her worried tone I knew she had left it longer than usual and it was with added excitement that I reached under the bed-sheets to touch her legs, now moving restlessly about.
None too soon (from her point of view) she finished her make-up and after only the most cursory kiss and cuddle she got out of bed, reached for her clothes and quickly had to sit down on the edge of the bed. She sat there bouncing up and down as she fastened her suspender belt, stood up briefly to pull on her panties, then straightway had to sit down again. Plaintively she looked at me.
"Can I just put my skirt and blouse on and finish dressing when I've been to the Ladies? I'm absolutely desperate." Somehow I persuaded her she should get dressed first before going down the corridor.
"All right", she gasped, "you'd better pass me my stockings".
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking to and fro, her hands under her thighs and and as I moved over the room to fetch her nylons I saw her shove one hand between her legs, something I'd never seen her do before. She removed the hand when she saw me watching and was squirming about, her knees knocking together, when I handed her the stockings.
"I'm only going to fasten one suspender on each", she said, starting to pull on the stockings. She couldn't stand still and kept having to sit down - in fact it took her much longer than usual to fasten her stockings - and at one stage she had to let go of the suspender clip to shove a hand between her legs again, furtively holding herself as she rocked backwards and forwards.
"Can you fasten my bra for me?" she asked - but it was quite difficult to help, she was fidgeting about so much.
"Sit still," I said.
"I can't" she replied. "I'm desperate."
Her blouse was on another chair and she walked feverishly up and down while putting it on, getting some of the buttons muddled up in the process. Almost running on the spot, she turned away from me in embarrassment, then hurriedly sat down again, now openly holding herself. I handed her her petticoat.
"No, that'll have to wait", she gasped. "I'm, sorry, I'll just put my skirt on. I just have to get to the toilet."
But even putting her skirt on was difficult and she had to sit down a couple of times while doing so. Still fastening the zip of her skirt she rushed to the door, only to find it locked! With her concentration elsewhere I'd surreptitiously taken the key out of the door and put it on the table.
"Don't play games, John," she cried, real concern in her voice, hopping frantically from one foot to the other.
Relenting, I unlocked the door, and she fled; a few seconds later I heard the slam of the lavatory door. She was gone quite a while and when she returned was flushed, ruefully grinning. She hitched up her skirt and pulled on her waist slip, tidied up her make up and was soon ready to go. We embraced for a minute or two and I fondled her bottom. She didn't seem so keen as I slipped a hand under skirt, saying "we need to get to the station soon" and as my fingers reached above her stocking tops I realized why. Her pants were wet through.
"Darling," I gasped, "Your knickers are all damp."
She went scarlet with embarrassment and tried to break away from me. I managed to keep my hand up her skirt a moment longer. "Jane - you've wet yourself", I exclaimed, almost in disbelief. Then she did break away from my embrace, quietly gathered her things together and got ready to leave. She wasn't angry - we held hands all the way to the station - but steadfastly refused to talk about her accident. It wasn't until the next week that I was able to get her to talk about it.
"I just about got to the toilet", she said. "Then as I was closing the door it sort of happened - I just couldn't get my knickers down in time".
"Is that the most desperate you've ever been?" I asked, trying to pump dark secrets out of her.
"No I think I've been worse than that," she murmured. And after a little persuasion she went on to tell me of walking home from a party with three girl friends when she was about 16. "I'd been dying for a wee since leaving my friend's place and then we stopped for a cigarette and a laugh in a churchyard. I was just desperate and - I couldn't hold on. It's lucky it was dark."
We were holding hands, intimate in our talk, in her shy disclosure. "Shall I tell you the worst time of all?" she asked. I put my arm round her while she paused, perhaps summoning up the courage to tell me the secret: "Do you remember the first time we went out together. When we went to the pictures and then had a drink and then a cuddle in the park. Then we had to walk across town to the bus station for your bus home".
"You were desperate then?" I asked.
She laughed nervously. "I wanted to go when we left the cinema but didn't like to ask - there was something about you that made me shy. Then we had a drink and by the time we were cuddling in the park I was really dying to go. Then the toilets in the town centre were closed - I'd been banking on them - and we still had a fifteen minute walk to the bus station. By the time we got there I was almost beside myself. I thought we'd never get there. Then I had to hang around while you looked at the timetable. Honestly, I thought I was going to wet my pants. I don't know what I'd have done if the bus station Ladies had been closed. I couldn't have waited." She put her head shyly on my shoulder, then looked up at me. "Could you not tell?"
I shook my head, for I'd never even noticed. I suppose I'd been as shy as Jane. Anyway, I knew that I was having my reward, and the feel of that warm, soaking wet gusset was fresh in my mind. It has remained with me all these years.
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Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this story about two sisters having accidents at a Christmas party (late I know lol). This story does feature messing below the third line break so if you're not into that you can avoid that section. I hope you enjoy!
When their parents told them they were going up to the mountains for Christmas, Ashley and Alyssa were thrilled. But when they were told the two of them were going to be sharing a room, they were less than thrilled. It’s not that the sisters hated each other, they simply had a typical sibling rivalry. And as two girls in their late teens it was still going strong. Today was the day of the big Christmas party, and all their close friends and family were going to be there. The place they rented was decently sized, however there was only one bathroom on the first floor. And if sharing a bedroom caused fights, sharing a bathroom caused even more.
“Can you just get out of the shower already?!?” Alyssa banged on the door. The first guests were about to arrive, and Alyssa wanted to use the bathroom before they showed up.
“One second! God!” Ashley shouted back, the shower still running. Being the older sister, Ashley felt as though her time and needs were more valuable than Alyssa’s. She knew her sister was just in the shower not fifteen minutes ago, so whatever she needed to do in here must not have been that urgent.
“The party is about to start! Just get out soon okay?!?” Alyssa went back up to their room to finish putting on her makeup. Five minutes later she was greeted by Ashley walking in. She was wearing a red coat with navy blue ripped jeans. Alyssa was also wearing ripped jeans, ones of a much lighter shade, for a top she wore a white turtleneck crop top, with a tan cardigan on top.
“I’m out of the bathroom now, so you can go before you piss your panties.” Ashley teased her sister.
“Don’t talk about my panties, weirdo.” Alyssa fired back.
“What? These panties?” Ashley saw her sister's panties peeking out over jeans. Seizing the opportunity before her, she grabbed the panties by the waistband and pulled upwards exposing her pink cotton panties, complete with a design of blue butterflies.
“Oh my God!” Ashley chuckled. “These are so cutesy! Where did you even get these?”
Alyssa couldn’t even respond to her sister's taunts, as she had a more pressing issue. That is, the waistband of her panties pressing into her bladder. Her sister yanked with such force that Alyssa bladder let out a spurt at the sudden pressure. Once she was able to get her bladder under control, Alyssa forced herself out of her sister's grip and pulled her panties back down into her pants.
“They’re the last underwear I had!” Alyssa replied, cheeks burning red because of her sister's taunts, the exposure of her underwear, and the spurt of pee that made its way into her panties. “I haven’t done laundry, I’m basically out of clothes!”
“Yeah, sure.” Ashley scoffed, making her way to the door, she was stopped by a tugging feeling on her panties. It was her sister getting her revenge. Now, Alyssa pulled Ashley’s panties up, revealing the thick red and white horizontal stripes that decorated them.
“Ooh, festive!” Alyssa teased.
“They’re meant to be for Christmas!” Ashley tried to get her panties out of her sisters grip, but Alyssa let them go, snapping the elastic back against Ashley.
“Whatever you say, Ms. Candycane!” Alyssa taunted as she pushed past Ashley to make her way down stairs.
Downstairs Alyssa could see that the first few guests had arrived at the party. She was stopped multiple times on her way to the bathroom, aunts, uncles, cousins, and family friends all seemed to want to catch up with her at the worst possible time. By the time she made it to the door of the bathroom her need to pee had gotten urgent. She was about to turn the handle before her mom popped up.
“If you need to use the toilet, it’s broken dear.” Her mother told her.
“What?!?” Alyssa exclaimed. “How is it broken?!?”
“You’re little cousin was messing around and put an entire roll of toilet paper in it.” Her mother explained. “And it turns out that there's no plunger here, your father went down to the store to get one but you know how far away it is.”
Alyssa did know how far away it was, thirty minutes at least. But judging by the feeling in her bladder she wasn’t sure if she could wait thirty minutes.
“I don’t really have much of a choice, do I?” She thought. “Just have to hold on until dad comes back with the plunger.”
Meanwhile, Ashley had found herself in the middle of a conversation with her friends when she learned the toilet was broken. She was sipping a glass of wine, something that her parents allow at parties like this, despite her not being drinking age.
“Well my dad better get back soon, wine flows right through me!” She joked with her friends.
“I heard your sister ask about the bathroom, honestly she kind of sounded like she needed it badly.” One of her friends told her.
“Ugh, she’s so childish sometimes.” Ashley mocked her sister. “She’s probably somewhere trying not to piss herself right now.”
Ashley was right, Alyssa sitting on the stairs away from the party. She was scrolling through her phone, with her head down, looking for a way to distract herself from her now urgent need to piss. Her legs were pressed tightly together and wrapped around each other, with one hand between them holding her crotch. She couldn’t believe how bad she needed to pee.
“Should I call dad? No, that’s not gonna make him come home any faster.” She thought to herself. “Plus I don’t wanna seem like I can’t hold it, but it’s getting really bad, what can I do?”
While Alyssa pondered this her bladder spasmed, threatening to leak once again. She dropped her phone and moved her other hand between her legs. She pressed her crotch and tightened her legs, this did enough to stop that wave. But she wasn’t sure what she would do about the other one.
“Am I actually gonna wet myself?” She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. “No. No way I do. Dads gonna come home with the plunger and I’m gonna make it.”
This wishful thinking didn’t change reality though, another spasm hit, she pressed again on her crotch but this time it wasn’t enough. She felt as her pent up piss sprayed into her panties. She was able to get her stream under control but she knew there was no chance she could wait until her dad came home with the plunger. She was going to wet herself.
“Not here, I can’t let anyone see me.” She realized. Wetting herself was bad enough, but anybody could just walk by and see her pissing herself on the stairs. If she was gonna piss herself she at least wanted to do it in privacy. Cautiously, she attempted to stand up to make her way back up the stairs to her room. With one hand between her pressed together legs, and the other on the handrail. She was able to stand, albeit hunched over. She turned around and saw the stain on the carpeted steps, knowing full well that she had a matching one on her butt. Confirming this, she heard her sister's voice.
“Oh. My. God.” Ashley had stopped in her tracks when she saw her sister on the stairs with a huge wet stain on the seat of her jeans. “There’s no way, are you actually wetting yourself?!?”
For the second time today Alyssa was caught speechless before her sister, this time in an even more compromising and humiliating position. It felt like any move she made would result in her bladder giving out then and there. Tears welled up in her eyes, she needed to make it upstairs. Trying to take another step resulted in another large spurt of piss making its way into her whitewashed jeans.
“Wow.. this is..” Ashley couldn’t believe the sight before her. She didn’t actually expect her sister to start wetting herself. She saw the stain on the back of Alyssa’s jeans grow as she waddled up the stairs. “Don’t get your piss everywhere!”
Alyssa shut her eyes to try to stop the tears from flowing. The pain and pressure in her bladder was bad enough. But mixed with her sister's taunts, she could hardly bear the humiliation. She finally made it up the stairs and into their room before her bladder totally gave out. The wetness fully coated the inside leg and back of her jeans, she felt the hot liquid run down her legs and into her socks and shoes, saturating them too. She couldn’t do anything but stand there and look down at the puddle forming on the carpet, a large dark circle around her.
Ashley couldn’t believe what she just witnessed, she couldn’t believe her sister actually pissed herself. She whispered in her moms ear about it, and her mom went upstairs and came back down tutting.
“I didn’t know she needed to go that bad.” Her mother told her. “It’s a shame, but your father ran into some traffic so who knows when he’ll be home with the plunger.”
This made Ashley nervous. She cut herself at her third glass of wine, but her own need to pee had gotten pretty bad thanks to the drinks.
“Please, as if I’d wet myself like her.” She thought. “Once Dad gets back I can go, then I’ll tease her some more about it.”
“You’re not bringing her any clothes up?” Ashley asked her mother
“No, she told me not to until after the party.” Her mother responded. “She said it would humiliate her if anyone found out what happened, plus she’s not in any mood to come back down. I didn’t know both of you were out of clean clothes, there's nothing up there for her to change into. “
That’s her own fault Ashley thought. She didn’t have any clean clothes either, but she sure as hell didn’t need to change because of an accident. To help her ignore her bladder she made her way back over to her friends who were talking about some show they had watched. Ashley couldn’t focus on the conversation, as her strategy of distraction wasn’t working too well. She decided to text her dad to see when he’d get back.
“When will u be back with plunger?” she texted.
“Maybe another 30.” Her dad replied. “First store didn’t have one, had to go to another and traffic is crazy.”
“Ughh” Ashley thought. “I can wait another thirty minutes. I’m not gonna wet myself like that baby upstairs.”
Every minute that passed Ashley became more sure of that even if her need to pee was growing. She started to cross her legs but stopped herself, not wanting to show any need to pee in front of her friends. Her mother was watching though, and discretely texted her.
“You should probably do something before it’s too late.” The first message read. “Go outside or something, better than in your panties.”
Ashley’s face burned up and turnt red at this, she shot a scowl to her mother who only had a look of concern . “I’m not peeing outside or in my panties.” She replied back in text. “I can wait for Dad to get back.”
Ashley crossed her arms over her chest, she couldn’t believe her mother suggested for her to piss outside! She wasn’t like her little sister, she could hold her pee until she had the chance to use the toilet. But the ache in her bladder was becoming unbearable, her friend was telling a funny story that happened to her in college when Ashley laughed a bit too hard. The first leak jetted out into her panties. Ashley’s laugh stopped and her hand moved to her crotch to stem the flow. Once she was sure the leak stopped, she looked up to see all her friends staring at her.
“Are you alright?” The friend who was telling the story asked.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Ashley stuttered. She couldn’t tell if they knew what had happened, but she was still humiliated nonetheless as she felt the wetness in her panties. She needed her dad to get back now. Soon came another laugh and another leak, this one longer and harder than the last one. Her friend who was standing beside her whispered in her ear.
“Are you okay? Do you need to use the bathroom or something?”
Ashley couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to leave now or else she’d have an accident in front of everyone. If her dad wasn’t going to be back soon, then she’d just have to use her next best option, outdoors.
“I just don’t feel too well, excuse me.” Ashley made a beeline to the kitchen, where the backdoor was. But she underestimated just how full she was. Her sudden movements caused the floodgates to fully open, her piss flowed freely into her panties now as she ran to the door and yanked it open.
Once outside the stream hadn’t stopped. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down as fast as she could, getting her hands soaked in piss in the process. The pee poured into her red and white striped panties, soaking the crotch and seat as she squatted in the grass. The stream was loud as it now cascaded through her saturated panties directly onto the grass. But she could still hear the backdoor open.
“Sweetie, are you okay, your friend told me you ran out here.” It was her mom. Hearing the sound of a strong stream of liquid hitting the ground, looked over to her eldest daughter, pissing her panties out in the yard.
Alyssa had taken off her wet jeans, and was sitting on her bed in her drying but still damp pink panties, scrolling through her phone when she heard the door open. She rushed to cover up but when she saw it was her sister, and the state she was in, she stopped.
“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Ashley warned her sister, before sitting down on her bed, cringing at the sopping noise.
“You should take your jeans off.” Alyssa suggested. Only earning a glare back. The two sat in silence before Ashley interjected.
“It smells like piss in here” she said, scrunching up her nose.
“It’s not like you’re helping.” Alyssa fired back. She looked out their window and saw their dad pull up to the house, toilet plunger in hand. But decided to not tell Ashley, expecting that would only upset her.
Ashley told her mom to tell her friends that she was sick, she tried to rush upstairs as fast as she could without anyone seeing, but she wasn’t sure if anybody noticed. The party was still going on downstairs but she couldn’t go back down like this. The ache in her stomach hadn’t gone away though, and that’s when she realized she had a bigger problem now.
“Ugh, when’s the party gonna end…” Ashley groaned.
“Why? What difference does it make?” Alyssa asked. “Do you need to use the bathroom again?”
Ashley glared at her sister again, she didn’t want to tell her, but maybe she’d sympathize due to them already being in the same boat when it came to bathroom troubles tonight.
“Yeah… I do…” Ashley replied.
“Well, just go in your pants again.” Alyssa suggested. This floored Ashley.
“What?!? Eww gross now!” Ashley responded.
“Why not?” Alyssa asked. “They’re already wet. What’s the difference?”
“The difference is I don’t wanna piss my pants for a second time tonight!” Ashley answered her. “Besides…”
“Besides what?” Alyssa asked.
“That’s not… I don’t need…” Ashley found it hard to tell her sister the problem, Alyssa wasn’t catching on though. “I don’t need to pee..”
Alyssa caught on to what her sister was saying. Her cheeks began to burn red as well as she looked down.
“I… sorta need to do that too…” She confessed. Ashley did feel sort of better, but she was still lost as to how to fix the problem.
“I guess we have to wait until the party's over.” Ashley said. She wasn’t that confident about her ability, her ego still bruised from her early accident. But she knew she had no other options.
“We could try to find something…” Alyssa said eyes darting around the room. Ashley however was scandalized by the idea.
“Are you crazy?!?” She asked. “We can’t… shit… in anything here! We just need to hold it!”
“Fine! If wanna crap your pants too be my guest!” Alyssa said, curling back up on her bed.
Ashley huffed and stood up, she began pacing around the room. Looking at the time she knew the party could go on for another two hours. She couldn’t risk running downstairs in these jeans. But she needed to go, badly. Her bowels ached, she was hit with a cramp so hard that it made her double over. Her bending down made ass cheeks separate and her stomach push. The first bit of mess began to make its way out of her asshole into her panties. She tried to snap back up but was hit with another cramp. She doubled over again and ended up in a squatting position, much like the one she had when she was wetting herself.
Alyssa could only watch as her sister tried to fight the mess she was making in her panties. Her own stomach was rumbling, she didn’t want to say anything as she knew she wouldn’t be too far behind.
But Ashley wasn’t concerned about Alyssa or the party or anything. She could only think of the solid mass that continued to make its way into her panties. Her eyes welled up with tears as she was powerless to stop it. The tears finally flowed once the mess squished against the tightness of her jeans, spreading against her ass. She was left squatting on the floor, sobbing in a pair of wet and messy jeans.
Alyssa wanted to feel bad but she was too concerned with her own bowels. She got up from her bed and stood next to it, she looked for something, anything she could use to do her deed other than her panties, but it was fruitless. She herself was doubled over with a cramp, and the same fight that Ashley’s went through she did. She tried to resist the mess pushing itself out to no avail. Unlike her sister, Ashley wasn’t wearing jeans, only panties. So the hard log formed a visible bulge in the back of her already soaked pink panties. She began to piss again, still having some left in her previously. The stream wet her crotch, flowing down to the floor as she too squatted. The visible baseball sized bulge hanging in her panties, staining the butterfly design on the back. She too was able to feel the mushy warmth, and squatted so it didn’t squish against her ass as well.
Alyssa was still in the middle of soiling her panties for the second time, Ashley already done, when the two heard a knock on the door.
“Girls? It’s mom. The party is over, everybody left early. Can I come in?”
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Long wait I know, but here's part two finally! Messing throughout this one as a warning, but I hope you enjoy!
After the events of the Christmas party, Ashley and Alyssa just wanted to get through the rest of their vacation as soon as possible. The two girls shared an unspoken humiliation about the “incident”, and a shared unwillingness to discuss it. So whenever they passed each other on the way to the toilet it was always awkward, as if they remembered the wet, soggy panties they had that night.
But luckily for them, the rest of the time spent in the cabin was spent with dry panties. Now it was time to leave, but before returning home the family was going to attend a reunion, two hours drive into the mountains. The family wanted everyone there by 9 a.m., so Ashley and Alyssa had to wake up early.
“Girls?” Their mother called up to them. “We need to get a move on! Your dad bought coffee, it’s downstairs!.”
Ashley was the first to get up, stretching, she looked over at her older sister still sleeping. She contemplated waking her, then decided against it, and using this opportunity to get in the bathroom and the shower before her sister.
When Ashley got out of the shower Alyssa was still fast asleep in bed, Ashley knew her parents wanted them downstairs so she shook her sister awake.
“Hey, we have to get going” Ashley told her younger sister who was stirring from her sleep. “Hurry up and get in the shower”.
Ashley left her little sister to get ready and she went downstairs and began to drink her coffee, by the time her sister got out of the shower everyone was ready to leave.
“Come on girls, get your bags and let's hit the road!” Their father told them. “We’ll stop on the way to get something to eat.”
It was only fifteen minutes into the ride when Ashley felt the first twinge of discomfort. She was relaxed in the backseat listening to music, next to her sister who resumed her deep sleep huddled underneath a dark green blanket. Ashley was covered with a blanket as well, the same color, and she realized her hands that were hidden underneath the blanket were unconsciously between her legs. The coffee she had earlier was making its way through her, fast.
Ashley was about to ask her father how much longer they had until their stop, but she paused. While her parents were understanding of the girls “accidents” earlier in the vacation, that didn’t mean the girls weren’t still humiliated about it. Ashley and Alyssa both were still sensitive about discussing any “bathroom matters” with each other or their parents.
So to avoid the discussion Ashley looked over to her sister and realized she had the right idea. The coffee woke her up some, and her need to pee was nagging her. But her exhaustion from her early wake up was still so strong that once she nestled herself into her seat and pulled the blanket up around her more, she was able to block out those distractions and fall into a light sleep.
When Ashley woke back up she noticed three things in this order.
One, her sister was finally awake. Scrolling through her phone with an unbothered look on her face.
Two, her bladder was filled. Being asleep must’ve filled her bladder faster than she expected. The hard bulge of her bladder pressed against her leggings and her seatbelt. She immediately squirmed and returned her hands back to her crotch where she pressed down harder, as she pressed she realized there was wetness on her panties where there hadn’t been before.
Three, based on the previous rides she could remember from taking this trip. Her family was currently past the rest stop.
“Hey, dad?” Ashley asked. “Did we pass the rest stop?”
“Yeah sweetie.” Her dad confirmed “We were making such good time and didn't need gas, so we decided not to stop.”
“Oh…” Ashley replied softly.
“What’s wrong honey? Do you need to…” Ashley’s mother began before she stopped herself. She knew how embarrassed her daughters still were about the last bathroom incident.
“Umm” Ashley confirmed her mother’s belief. Turning red and squirming in her seat, Ashley finally spoke softly again “Yeah…”
“How about you Alyssa? Are you okay?” Their mother asked. Alyssa, resenting being asked if she needed to use the toilet like a child, glared at her sister as if she was the cause before replying.
“No Mom, I can hold it until we get to the reunion.” She said with an attitude.
“I’ll try to see if there’s a gas station or something up ahead but I’m not too sure.” Ashley’s father told them. But Ashley realized a fourth thing that she didn’t immediately realize. Maybe it was because she was prone to carsickness and thought it was that. But just as she felt the effects of coffee in her bladder, she now felt them in her stomach. Wetting herself again would be bad enough, but…
Ashley pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She wasn’t going to end up in that situation again. But as the minutes ticked on and the longer they went without a place to stop, Ashley could only fight harder and harder to keep her panties safe. Speaking of panties, she sneaked her hand that was underneath her blanket into her leggings to feel the crotch of her panties. They were even more soaked now, as Ashley had been completely unable to stop the dribbles that routinely leaked out. She imagined the dark spot that most likely covered the baby blue front, then she remembered the dark spot that covered her red and white striped panties during the Christmas party, but again tried to push the thought from her mind.
But this time it didn’t work as well, and the first big leak spurted into her panties. She could feel the warm wetness against her hand, and quickly removed it. She wiped off her wet fingers on her blanket when she saw her sister looking at her. Did she know she leaked? How could she tell? Ashley averted her eyes and burnt red. Last time it was her younger sister who pissed herself first, then Ashley did. But what if only Ashley pissed herself now? The prospect of that was much more embarrassing, and Ashley couldn’t bear to let that happen.
If she had a choice, that is, as a second leak made its way into her panties now. She sat as still as she could, she couldn’t let anyone else tell how much needed to go. But underneath the blanket both hands were still firmly clenched to her crotch in an effort to hold back the absolute flood that was threatening her leggings and seat. Still, more leaks made their way through. Until her dad finally announced that they were coming up on a gas station.
Ashley took the message as a godsend, but apparently her bladder took the message to release an even longer, stronger stream. Now she had absolutely soaked through her panties, and her leggings were so thin that they offered zero protection to the seat. Quietly Ashley once again began the battle of holding, but it was clear that the battle was coming to an end. More and more piss sprayed out and formed a puddle where she sat. The warmth and wetness forming underneath her not only made it harder to hold on to the contents of her bladder, but of her bowels too. Slowly, the solid log began to push into her panties too, but Ashley could fight that need off for longer. However, focusing on her bowels meant less focus on her bladder, and a long, strong, loud stream made its way out of her.
By now she was glowing red. She was certain everyone had heard it, but nobody said anything. In fact it’s because nobody said anything that she swore they could hear.
“We’re here honey.” Ashley’s mother broke the awkward silence as the car pulled into the gas station parking lot. “Are you- do you need-“
“I’m fine.” Ashley said before quickly opening the car door to get out. She rushed into the gas station straight to the back where her stomach dropped as she was greeted by none other than an “OUT OF ORDER” sign.
Ashley’s head began to spin, she couldn’t believe this. She knew how hopeless it was now. Streaks of piss continued to run down her legs as she hobbled out of the store. Soon, she made it back to the car where her mother asked what was wrong.
“The bathroom was out of order, I-“ Ashley was suddenly caught off when the flood began. She doubled over and piss poured out through her leggings onto the asphalt below. Shielded from sight with the car door, Ashley squatted lower as the stream continued as strong as it was. Then, with a rumbling of her stomach, her bowels too began to push into her panties. Shocked, she began to pull down her leggings before remembering she was in public. But she just couldn’t stand to mess herself again. Nevertheless, her bowels kept pushing and her dripping panties that were now on display as her leggings were down past her ass bulged. The log pushed the rest of her piss out, and soon it stopped too and nestled in the seat of her panties weighing them down.
Squatting in a parking lot while soiling her panties was embarrassing enough. But so was trying to remove those panties while preserving her dignity. Wrapped in her blanket, she pulled her soaked pants and filthy panties down and stepped out of them while trying to shield herself with the car door. Her mom put the panties in a plastic bag and threw them in the trash, but Ashley had to put back on her soaking wet leggings, now with no panties, and sit in them for the rest of the ride.
Alyssa kept quiet during her sister's ordeal. Maybe before she wouldn’t have been so nice, but she knew how humiliating it must’ve been for her. And her bladder had also been filling for a while. She was hoping to go at the gas station, but when her sister returned the news that it was closed, she resigned herself to waiting until the reunion. But they were still over an hour away, and Alyssa began squirming under her blanket much like her sister was earlier. Alyssa’s panties were also blue, but they featured white stars on them as well. As far as she could tell, she hadn’t leaked yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time before the leaks started.
She looked over to her sister who was fast asleep again, clearly from exhaustion after that whole ordeal. Alyssa shifted in her seat before pressing her hand against the crotch of her gray leggings. She wished she hadn’t worn gray, as any leaks that may happen would show up clearly. Her bladder was much smaller than her sisters, and the last time one of them had an accident…
Alyssa couldn’t dwell on that. All she could do was focus on keeping her panties dry. But her focus on her bladder was split when her stomach started rumbling. Now she knew how serious the situation was. But looking at the clock, she knew she still had over forty-five minutes until they could expect to be at their location. And she didn’t want to ask her parents to stop again, even if they could. So she went back on her phone and put her headphones on so she could watch something to distract her.
Watching some comedy show, she tried to hold back her laughter, but one joke got her so good that a strong spurt leaked into her panties. Her laughter immediately stopped, and she looked over at her sister who was still sleeping. Moving the blanket down, she saw a coin sized wet patch in between her legs. Not noticeable, but also not a good sign. She still had thirty minutes so she decided to switch to some true crime show she’s been watching.
But at this point no matter what she tried to watch, how she tried to distract herself, Alyssa’s attention was on her bladder. With one hand firmly pressed against her crotch to hold back any potential leaks. The show was mostly background noise. Despite her efforts, leaks continued. Much smaller than the one previously, but she was still anxious at their potential of showing up on her light gray leggings. Her sister was asleep, her parents weren’t paying attention, so Alyssa decided to do everything in her power to hold back the flood. She crossed her legs and twisted them together, she squirmed in her seat like a madwoman, she even snuck her hands into her panties a few times to press on her crotch directly. All of this was able to get her through the final part of the drive. But as they pulled up to the house, a strong spurt forced itself past all her defenses, and she felt them crumble as the car rolled to a stop.
“Hey guys, we’re here!” Her mother said. But Alyssa got out of the car with the same urgency Ashley had at the gas station. Only this time she couldn’t make it as far, her bladder was so sensitive that as soon as she got out of the car, it exploded. The dark glimmering stain spread across her ass before running down her legs, completely saturating the material and turning the light gray dark. Alyssa assumed a position similar to Ashley during her accident, only this time the car door couldn’t shield her completely from any eyes. Her relatives who were arriving and those who were already there approached the car to greet them, when the squatting position she was in caused her bowels to lose control much like her sisters. Only this time she kept her leggings on, causing the mess to smear instead of bulge. She hobbled around to the other side of the car out of sight of any family members when the stream stopped, and she looked through the window to see her sister, awake and staring at her. |
Hello there. My name is Alex also known as Redboi to you guys or girls. When quarantine began I started to get into gaming again on my Xbox and picked up a first person shooter game called Apex Legends. In this game you have these specialized characters that have their own custom abilities that portray to them. For example, Wraith has the ability to phase into another realm temporarily and create portals for her fellow teammates. She also can hear warning voices when she is being aimed at. Overall she is one of 15 different legends you can play in the game itself. I’ll come back to that when setting up the story.
So the real reason why I decided to choose her over all the other legends is because she’s sweaty. Now if you’re not familiar with gaming terminology what I simply mean is that she is the most frequently used by players with high skill level when it comes to the game. Let’s just pretend though, when it comes to my omo story that she’s is literally sweaty. The setup for this comes from the simple fact that when you sweat your body needs more fluids to replenish what you lose in the ounces of sweat you give off. As a cross country runner I have firsthand experience with this.
Alright so here’s how the story itself will work. In apex the systematic battle royale game runs through a trios system which means 20 three man squads will enter the map and attempt to be the last team standing in the end. Each legend can only be selected once per team. For this game the legends accompanying Wraith will be Mirage (Elliot Witt, the bamboolizing fool) and Rampart (Parhyk Ramia, the rich engineer girl). This story will be set at the map of Kings Canyon and will take place during season six of apex.
Alright ladies and gentlemen. Without further ado, sit back and enjoy the read!
Wraiths big accident:
As the sun began to reflect the map of Kings Canyon Wraith watched it intently, trying to get her mind away from Mirage and Rampart. The two together produced more noise then a hardcore metal concert and their fans combined.
“Hey blossey? Could you tell this idiot over here that’s it’s my turn to choose our drop location?” This voice was known well to Wraith. Rampart when she first arrived took with her the stares and recognition of every legend. She found a way to fit in. After having her workshop destroyed in an explosion she moved in with Mirage and the two automatically built this sort of teasing relationship in which Rampart would tease Mirage but ultimately, Wraith knew Rampart deep down might have something for Mirage. Wraith was jealous of all the time Rampart got to spend with Mirage and teased her about it.
”Hasn’t it not been my turn for the past eight games?” Mirage commented.
”Yes but remember what happened last time we let you drop? You bloody rammed us into a laser!” The two continued to quallow until it was time to go and in the process Wraith had forgotten to use the bathroom on the dropship after gulping down 2 full water bottles. She decided to take jumpmaster for herself and off they went into the map below.
Once they reached the ground they situated on their plan of action. They took the large building at Water Containment (funny that’s the first one I would think of huh) and Rampart placed her amped cover around the walls (her passive ability is to place portable walls around any ground surface) to secure the building and make sure no intruders busted through. Wraith was looting around when she finally felt a twinge in her bladder. She then remembered all the water she had drank on the dropship.
‘It’s okay, I’ll just wait until the end of the match; I’m sure I’ll be fine.’ In truth she was probably going to be fine lest something unpredictable happened.
“Mirage look out!” A thermite grenade hit the door and started to engulf Mirage into flames for a second as he attempted to move away. With the amped cover destroyed the enemies flew in with their weapons drawn.
‘You’re not safe here,’ screamed the inter dimensional Wraith voice as she gathered her strength to place a portal for her team. She phased out of the room and set a portal north for her team to follow, all the while putting a giant strain on her bladder.
“Well that certainly was close. I’m sure though I boozled them good!” Wraith could barely concentrate as she tried to keep her composure as she doubled over with pain. Mirage noticed this, “you good Wraith?”
”Yeah I’m fine; I think I just over stretched something.” This was a blatant lie as her bladder continued to fill up with pee.
They tracked on with Wraith becoming increasingly more desperate by the second. They arrived at the cage and Wraith accessed her options. There were no functioning bathrooms on the island, but there were many bushes she could use. The only thing that put her against that was that she would have to 1. tell her team and risk the embarrassment in front of her friends and 2. give away their positioning and potentially get spotted by the enemy. She chose to wait a bit longer for the ring to to close.
As the ring closed and the map thinned her options started to drop by the second. Wraith decided to opt into going in a bush. She acknowledged her teammates, “hey guys, I really need to pee right now and I’m not sure I can wait any longer. I’m planning on going in that bush over there. I’ll yelp for help if I see anything.”
”Can’t you hold out Blossey, the match is about over.”
”You don’t understand Rampart. If I wait any longer I will piss myself right here right now.”
”Fair point, go along now.”
Wraith walked out towards the bushes near the side of a cliff. She had been wearing a white quarantine suit that really enhanced her ass. Wraith hadn’t always been one for showing off her body in an overly sexual way. She removed her pants and underwear and was about to let go.
’Shooter, MOVE!’ She had been spotted. She pulled up her underwear and pants and immediately phased away to her teammates. Thankfully she was able to get back to them without giving herself away too much. She arrived back to there only to feel the biggest strain she’d ever felt in her bladder.
”You’re back early blossey. You good now?” Wraith couldn’t stand it anymore. She ducked into the corner.
”Don’t look!” She screamed as she let her bladder loose. Rivets of pee shot out from her bladder and onto the ground forming a giant puddle below her. She could barely keep her composure as she kept emptying herself for what felt like two minutes. When she finally stopped she looked back at her team. They were both gone and only there boxes remained. She looked up to see a Kraber pointed right at her.
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Part 1, bus.
1 - R - at the bus
One day there is a field trip, and i go to the school as usual. I woke up at 6.45 am, went for my usual stuff.
I went to school. There was a division for who sits next to who in the bus. I was paired with F and went side by side in a chair. The trip was 2 hour long, so the teacher told everyone to take a leak before going to the bus. F was to busy chatting with others so she didnt go to the toilet.
After an hour of trip I reconized that F started to squirm alot. I looked at her, she said she was fine. But I know that she is holding her pee.
Half an hour later, she moves alot more, and is now holding her crotch. I know she's desperate. Nobody else can see her just me.
2 hour mark reached, and we haven't reach the destination yet. The bus driver told us that we were delayed 30 mins. I knew she wouldn't be able to hold it for 30 more mins. She's now really really desperate for a bathroom. I offered her a bottle, I know girls can, just harder. And now she has a choice to pee in the bottle or hold it.
1 - R - picked the bottle
She hesitated, then she picked the bottle. I can see her opening the bottle cap, really quickly. I helped her use the window cover to cover her, it was large enough. When she is gonna do her thing, I talked very loud to my other friends, even tho i can hear her pee coming out of her and splashing into the bottle, and it's very satisfying, other people can't and won't even notice. I pretended to spray perfume to my friend, for fun, while actually I'm trying to cover the smell, so nobody will notice. She have finished peeing, and she closed the bottle and hid it somewhere in her seat. She looked at me thankfully. And we did this all without a single word. We continued the bus trip as if nothing happened.
1 - R - refused the bottle
She looked at me, and said no thank you. even tho she is still holding it. I think she don't want to pee in the bus, maybe I miscalculated her power to hold her pee. I asked "are you sure your OK?" and she awnsered very faintly "yeah, I can hold it I think" well, I tried.
15 more minutes and she is literally leaking, I can see her pants getting wet, and the smell of it starts. For now only I can smell It because I am closest. She is starting to cry. She is really struggling. I asked the driver and the driver said 10 more minutes. Time starts ticking while she is holding it like crazy.
Untill she lost control, and pee start flowing down her skirt, I saw the pee spreading, I looked away to give her some privacy at least. She just peed herself, even tho she is 13 years old. Her skirt is wet, especially in the groin, her seat is wet, and the pee is everywhere, even staring to drip to the floor. There was so much pee I think it would be 1L of pee... Guess she was really holding it. My prediction was right, she didn't make it.
I got up, got to the cabin, opened my bag, and got my water bottle. I drank some of it, but purposely drop my water bottle to her seat. I said "woops I dropped it". She looked at me, giving a look of "thanks..." and wiped her tears. Nobody else except me and her knew that she peed her pants. Thankfully the ride was over, and 2 minute later we left the bus. I am a clumsy person, so its tolerable that I poured water on her. She went to the bathroom, changed her clothes and the secret is only between us. We agreed without words that I'm not gunna tell anyone.
1 - F - at the bus
I woke up at 6, my mom told me to bring alot of water, and told me to drink a full glass of water, so I could be healthy for the feild trip. I drank it, and went to school. At school my friends opened some chips, I ate some. I got choked and drink alot of water from my bottle. We went in the bus, and got paired with a boy named R, guess I'm stuck with hin. I forgot to take a pee in the bathroom, but the trips is only 2 hour, I think i could make it. I didnt feel any sign of needing to pee yet...
20 minutes in, I feel a very faint sign that I need to empty my bladder I ignored it, not like I can do anything anyways. 40 minutes in. Im starting to feel the urge to pee. But I hid it very well, nobody would even realise.
1 hour in, I cant help but squirm alot. R starts to notice and looks at me. "I'm fine" softly I said. He then stops looking and turned back to talking to his friends. 1 hour and 30 minutes. It's getting really bad. I stopped talking to my friends in an excuse of wanting to hear music. Yeah, I am hearing music with my ipod. But I am really really going to pee.. There is 30 minutes left on the bus, I think i can hold it.
2 hours mark, we should've arrived. Somebody asked the driver, and the driver said were gonna be delayed by 30 minutes. Everybody is fine with that, except me. I'm at the point of bursting, and i know I won't be able to hold it that long.
R looked at me, opened his bag, and offered a bottle. I can pee in it, I know how to pee in a bottle, but I'm not sure if I should.
1 - F - accept the bottle.
I accepted the bottle. I opened the cap really quickly, pull my panties down, and aimed to the bottle. This is my first time using a bottle, and it's in a bus, watched by a boy. Luckily nobody else realised that. Meanwhile, R didn't laugh at me or anything, but he really understand what is going on. And make the right moves. He uses the window cover to block anyone trying to see. This is normal if you are going to sleep. He uses it, puts it in a perfect angle, without looking at me once. I'm already holding it in for so long, I couldn't hold any longer. I am very afraid of being heard. I aimed to the bottle, ready to pee in a bottle for the first time. I regret not going to the toilet.
Meanwhile R talk to everyone else loudly make jokes, so the other students cannot hear me peeing. He also tried to make his friends play perfume fight, it worked. I am so grateful of him. Pee start flowing from me like a waterfall while the feel of relief filled my body. I peed at least 2 minutes. I am so relieved from holding it that long. The bottle fills up slowly. Pee came gushing out of me to the bottle.
I finished peeing. Closed the bottle, its full of warm and yellow pee. Put it in my bag, so I can dispose it later. I looked at R and whispered "thank you" very quietly. And continue the rest of the trip as if nothing happened.
1 - F - hold it in
Using a bottle and releaving there is tempting, but I'm a girl, and I don't wanna be knew as the girl that peed in a bottle. I held it, and wish that I can survive for 30 more minutes. I held for 15 more minutes. Being at my limit. I keep telling my self to hold it, while I am starting to leak a drop at a time.
Second by second, minute by minute and it felt like hours and hours. I leaked more pee, untill its quite noticeable that there is a tint of wetness on my pants. it, so he asked the driver, and the driver awnsered 10 more minutes. The bus was going quick, and the bus bumped. When the bump happened, I lost control. I cant hold it anymore. Warm pee got out from me, as it flows and wets everything around me. R saw me. He got up, and he got his water bottle instead, and on purposely his water bottle next to me, enough to make me more wet. Which is a good thing to make a good reason that my clothes are wet. He pretend that it was an accident, said sorry to me, I awnsered "thank you" to him, he smiled. and the bus arrived at the destination. R told the teacher that he spilled some water, so nobody knew except him that i, a 13 year old girl, peed my pants in a bus. I'm very lucky I sat to someone like R, and not other people that would probably make fun of me.
bit weird |
This is my first fic attemps, the first chapter is an introduction to the lore, I expect this to be a sizeable story, however, note I work a lot and study so I might not be a regular poster. Also note english is not my primary language.
It is now well known that women have, more often than not, suffered from the rule of men and fiction tend to return to that old comfortable trope of men enslaving women for their pleasure and for the sake of power, but what if, in an alternate universe, men were those who had to suffer from social norms made by women?
Social norms do not always have to make sense, they are often rooted in traditions and emotional if not instinctual reactions. Why do we have to apologize when we suffer from the hiccup? Why do we say “Bless you” when someone sneezes? Because we were told to, because our parents did it, and their parents too. Knowing that, it is easy to imagine socials norms that would be imposed on men and women that would be greatly sexist (cough cough real world), but this time turning the table around with more emphasis on men rather than women.
For our own pleasure, let us imagine a world where those social norms make men rather uncomfortable in a way we like, let us imagine a world where a man peeing in a public toilet, or showing the need to relieve itself in a public setting is seen as a grave impoliteness, a sign of weakness and in some countries, a regulated affair. As for public urination, the consequences of such indecency would be dire: heavy fines, public announcement of your crime resulting in shame and often the imposition of a chaperon who would ensure the convicted man would be unable to repeat such offense. This chaperon would control with a keyless locked belt the moments of relief of the convict who would have to adhere to the schedule imposed by the chaperon. This system was also imposed on sexual criminals to avoid further aggressions, but also seen as a punitive system, as the chaperons, all women, would tend to not be kind to sexual predators, aggressors, and perverts.
From a very young age, boys would be taught that peeing is a sign of weakness, a lack of control and dignity for a man. Especially in a public setting such as school, work or even with guests at home, the norm would be that men simply had to hold and wait. They had to control themselves and use their strength to good use. In fact, due to these norms, it was not uncommon for men to brag about their holding abilities and for girls to actively seek men able to control themselves for extended periods of time. It was seen as an act of strength and a proof that they would also be polite and in control of their sexual impulses. A security, in some ways for these girls.
Obviously, those norms would gradually be enforced the older the boys would get. Slowly, but surely, it would become harder for the male student to receive the “holy grail” namely: the bathroom key. For you see, the bathrooms would be locked in permanence to avoid any unwarranted relieving. While girls always had their personal key on them, boys would need to ask for the key, often being rejected of shunned for asking. Often being teased in front of the class to further dissuade any kid from asking permission unless an emergency. Kids being kids, it was not rare for girls to bully their male counterpart and tease them about their situation. By the time, the kids would arrive to college, the bathroom pass would have been near impossible to obtain and asking for it would result in mockery, bullying, teasing and if too frequent, disciplinary actions and training. Once on the job market, more often than not, toilets would be only accessible to women in the most conservative countries while they would be extremely rare in more liberal countries has previous building codes would not have included them. The peer pressure to avoid using them was so strong by this point, they were more often than not plain decoration and there to follow regulations.
Obviously, these norms meant that most men were most of the time in dire need of relief, worst of all for them, they could see their female friend, coworkers, boss, and wife relieve themselves. They could not show any part of their condition, especially not in the workplace. Showing a lack of self control in the workplace was a sure way to stay at the bottom of the chain and never receive a promotion. Even worse, a group of women around the world, named the sisterhood was always on the hunt to regulate, enforce and strengthen these norms into laws. Some extremists of this group would make it their mission to make the men around them as desperate as possible and to humiliate them further. It was a revenge for all the violence and sexual violence perpetrated by men. Or so they said. Some poor soul would end up tortured, forced to drink liters and liters of fluid only to be dumped in the middle of a passing street without options to relieves themselves. Other would simply be stuck with a boss in the sisterhood denying them bathroom keys, forcing them to drink and torturing them with overtime and denouncing any “signs” of desperation. In some of the most conservative countries, they would manage to pass law reducing even more the rights of men to relieve themselves. The most extreme case being in a very macho country of south America where male public bathroom simply did not exist and men being found to use female public bathroom were forced to wear remote belt for up to 5 years for a first offense and be supervised by a female chaperon for 10 years. Showing signs of desperation could even get you accusations of public indecency. It is not like men could do anything about it, they did not have the right to vote or to protest in these places, politic was seen as a waste of time for men in many countries. They had work to do, money to earn, politics was a women thing.
To be continued |
Chapter 1: Calculating risks
Living as a man in such a society brought its challenges. Any activity outside of home or including female friends could always bring problems. Some of those female friends were allies and would let their friend off the hook, protecting them and even try to match their male friend who struggled the most with liberal girls to ease their life. On the other hand, some of those female friends could actually turn to be very prude and conservative on the norms and impose very strict discipline on their male counterpart, they would mostly date who had proven to be able to endure whatever was needed. They would not hesitate to denounce, tease and shame man who would not respect their standards. However, most of society was simply neutral. The norms were the norms, and some believed in them more than other, but most of them would not actually care or do anything about it unless confronted to the situation firsthand. One of those women was Laurie, owner of a nice pet shop and known for her harem. She had dozens of girls around her, working for her pet shop and her secret bar. These girls were nicknamed the unicorns, and all had a tattoo of a rose on the shoulder to show their affiliation to her harem. Rare fact in this society that valorised lesbian relations, Laurie actually accepted two males in her harem. One of those was only known by his nickname: The Stallion and was said to actually be her husband. The other boy was actually a femboi, a case of a man refusing to respect the norms and choosing to feminise himself to avoid those norms. While liberal women tended to accept this, conservative women and men were furious of this. The sisterhood called these infiltrators and dangerous predators, while conservative men claimed they were refusing their duty as man and avoiding their responsibility. Their refusal of abiding by the norms were also seen as a sign of sexual danger for some women. However, due to Laurie being the head of the Harem and the unicorns, it was known that Mickie (the femboi) could not do anything to the rest of the harem. Not only was he a sub to Laurie, but he was also known to be the sextoy of the Stallion.
While women like Laurie are the majority in terms of norms, such was not the case for Sandra. She was a partisan of strict rules and norms, being raised in a traditional family in a rural area. She had numerous friends in the sisterhood, but since she was hoping to pursue a career in politics, preferred not to associate herself with this controversial group. One of her best friend, Sam, was a young man raised next door with similar values. Pro norms, he was raised in a very traditional family who made it clear for him that he would have to abide by the norms and that failing to do so would bring severe consequences. Not only was Sam pro norms, but he was also purely incapable of actually relieving himself outside of his home while alone. His parents had taught him that his needs to pee was a shameful need, that showing his desperation was disgraceful and that talking about anything bladder related was not an option and would be met with judgment and discipline. His relationship with Sandra had reinforced that idea for him, has she actually never saw him pee or even show desperation despite knowing each other for 19 years. She had actually tried when she was younger after a dispute to humiliate him at school, but she could not make him show anymore of his need other than Sam having his leg tightly closed at the end of the day. She later apologized to him, and he did not hold resentment toward her. For Sam, any date or evening spent with Sandra was a calculated risk that could go wrong. Such were the norms and he believed it was his duty as a man to follow those norms and a sign of respect toward society. Furthermore, it was well known that they both had feelings for one another, but hesitated to go forward… They did not want to ruin their relationship as friends.
Chapter 2: Moving to the city
While Sandra and Sam were born and raised in a rural area, they both wanted to pursue higher education and for that decided to both move to the metropolis. The cultural shock was immediate when they discovered all these new restaurants, bars and commerce with exotics produces. Of course, something else ticked them. The metropolis was way more liberal in terms of norms than their rural hometown and seeing men excuse themselves to go to the toilets was a massive shock for both Sandra and Sam. Not only that, but the simple fact that all building had male toilets was a complete surprise for Sam and Sandra who expected the metropolis to simply be a bigger city, not an entirely different way of living. One of the biggest shocks for Sandra was how some bars would offer free drinks for men until they would go to the toilets while making women pay for their drink. She found this unfair and when she complained about it was met with some laughter from men’s right activist who told her “welcome to the club girl”. Not only that, but for the first time in her life, Sandra was actively seeked by women who wanted to have some fun with her, an experience she never had. While Sandra was raised in a traditional family, she could not help but feel some excitation from seeing these nice girls dressed beautifully to show all their curves looking at her and smiling. One of those girls, Sarah, was a nice brunette with round red glasses that showed her glowing green eyes. She was wearing a nice summer dress with a flowers decal and some white vans. Her right shoulder had a nice rose tattoo that was well showed since her dress had not strap and she seemed to not wear any bra. She was busy torturing a man by giving him drinks after drinks and talking to him, touching his thighs, and talking in his ears. The man was clearly desperate, bouncing on his chair, crossing his leg before Sarah uncrossed them laughing, biting his lips. Sandra, curious to see this spectacle she had always secretly enjoyed, while seeing a chance to break the ice with this lovely gal, decided to go talk to her, letting Sam at the bar looking out for her drink.
“Can I get you a drink?” Said Sandra with her nice smile. Of course, you may darling, but do not forget to get one for this young boy here Sarah replied laughing. After quickly ordering 3 drinks, Sandra quickly went to the point like she always did asking Sarah why in god name this man would not use some discipline and show restraint. Pretty simple, Sarah said, this boy was caught sexually harassing one of Laurie’s unicorn. So, to teach him a lesson, we put him in that nice little belt you can see over his cute little bladder bulge and we alternate making him desperate beyond the point he could imagine priors to that.
Well, do you eventually let him go at home so he can relief himself? Sandra asked with obvious interest. Sarah looked at her and then asked the man with a big smile “What do we do with you Charlie?”
Charlie could only mutter the answer, red with shame and Sandra did not hear him. Sarah made him repeat, this time so she could hear him. “You bring me to Laurie’s bar and wait for me to explode… It has been a month now! How long do I have to endure this please! I cannot take it anymore!”
Well, you see Charlie, we will do this as long as Laurie tells us to do it. You preyed on one of her favorite unicorns, bad choice there pervert. Anyway, we were going to leave for the unicorn’s bar, mind joining us girl?
I mean, I could, but I am with a guy right now, a friend of mine. He is over there; do I bring him with me?
Is he a decent guy?
Of course, and he shows restraint unlike your perv over here, never seen him show any signs of desperation from him!
I meant is he a decent guy in the sense does he have manners? Laurie does not mind more than that if your friend needs to relieve himself. Some of us girls do, but Laurie kind of does not care.
Oh right… Yes, he is a good guy, respectful. You will not have any problems with him I can guarantee that.
Good! Then bring him with you and let’s go see Charlie make a mess of himself in front of everybody. |
Chapter 4:
The bar was full to the brim with young people, mostly women, but some of them had brought their friend and boyfriend. Drinks were free for them anyway during these nights and some of the ladies made it their mission that their male counterparts would not be thirsty.
Great news for Sandra, her drinks were free too because she was the guest of Sarah, not so great for Sam who began to feel he might have a rough time tonight. Being a VIP had its perks, Sarah could order drinks for free, vote for punishments, types of drinks, challenges, and quantity of liquids for the contestants. Even better for some, VIP had their own bathroom they could use, but also bring someone with them or hand over their pass to a friend. This information very much pleased Sandra who had begun to stress a bit when she saw the lineup for the ladies’ room. To her surprise, there was actually a small line for the men’s room!
“How pathetic… they cannot even act properly with all these ladies around… Don’t you agree Sam?”
“Mhm, yeah sure” he said focused on the contestants that were now getting teased by a masked lady. Although he also was beginning to feel his own bladder filling up, his last bathroom break being this morning at his apartment, it had now been 14 hours since he last peed, and he had been drinking quite a lot.
Fortunately for him, the show was excellent and a great distraction. The masked lady was moving from contestant to contestant, talking in their ear, pushing on their bladder, putting a bar to force their legs apart. She even used a little vibrating toy to tease the lone girl as a special demand from a VIP. However, now was the turn for Charlie and he was at his absolute limit and the lady knew this. She activated the tiled floor under him so it would drain any leakage and calculate the input. It was a risky move for the masked lady as if she was wrong on her ability to break the contestant, she would lose her place as the torturer and lose her bathroom pass for the rest of the night. A nice little touch so the torturer would have some “skin in the game”.
She began slowly, caressing Charlie’s bladder bulge and running her finger on his bare skin. She wanted him to fear her, to fight for his life and by the looks in his eyes, he knew she was dead set on making him burst right there in front of all these people and for the fourth time, lose first. She had a trick up her sleeve, she placed a VR headset on his head with headphones. Now was the time to visit a nice little botanical garden in Japan, full of fountains and waterfalls. Of course, to complete the feeling she would complete the tour by actually making him walk on the spot to register movement, spraying some droplets on his arms and hands when passing by a waterfall in the VR.
All the spectators received a text on their phone and tablet: Will Charlie (contestant D) survive this torture. All of those who would answer correctly receive a free drink, those who didn’t, would have their bathroom pass revoked for an hour. The numbers were in! 87% believed Charlie was done for.
After around 2 minutes of this out of a maximum of 5, Charlie leaked for the first time, making his bladder belt tight up a notch as a punishment for his lack of discipline. After another minute, the masked lady upped her game, beginning to sensually caress Charlie’s bulge and massaging it slowly while telling him how full he was and how good it would feel if he would only relax and let it all go. “You are only prolonging your misery Charlie… trust me, even the girl is gonna last at least 30 more minutes, you are already at your limit… I can feel it… right here”
At this precise moment, she pressed on his already exhausted bladder and Charlie absolutely lost it. A quick leak, followed by another bigger one, and then a torrent. As he was losing it, Charlie fell on his knees, completely broken. He knew that he now had to redo all of it, endure that torture from Sarah who was now yelling and on her feet to applause the torturer for her great job.
After around a minute, the results were in. Charlie’s bladder had held onto 1.2 liters. A respectable number that made some people in the room actually applaud him for his resistance.
However, what was most interesting for us was the reaction of Sandra. She was soaked, she nearly came seeing Charlie explode like that. She had never seen a man do that and she was absolutely desperate to see it again and to be the one to make a man burst like that. As she was moving in her seat to not feel too damp, she saw from the corner of her eyes Sam, with a drink in his hand. She wanted him, she wanted to have him in her, but she also wanted him to beg her, to hold on for dear life and to explode in front of her. But could she do it? They had been friend for so long, she had wanted him a couple of times but managed to restraint herself, but tonight… Tonight was different she felt. Besides, she saw the look and the grin on Sarah’s face. She knew it too, she saw her eyes, she saw her bit her lips. The only one who didn’t know? Sam and his already filling bladder. |
It's a story about a double embarrassement, concerning a pee addicted Lady and a voyeur:
The Strange Lady on a pale morning
It was a pale morning in early spring. I had been hanging around all night long – boozing downtown with some friends of mine. At dawn I was finally on my way home – quite hammered, I guess. And in the park I noticed this woman. She was just sitting there on a low wall, looking dreamy, somehow self absorbed. She was in her mid twenties and very pretty indeed. I really wondered, what a hell she was doing here, alone in the park so early in the morning. After all she didn’t seem sad nor drunk nor even deranged – no way. And she wasn’t going to work, definitely not. She just sat there, absent minded in a really strange way.
I couldn’t resist, I had to watch her, to find out, what she was intending. So I decided to hide behind a newsstand, still closed at that time. There was nobody around, only we: peeping Tom and the mysterious Lady. She was well dressed – really classy, but not for work neither for going out. And all of a sudden she got up, walked a few steps in my direction. I froze instantly. Jesus – had she seen me, would she confront me now? I was already about to run away, when she stopped and leaned against a tree. Then – believe me – then she bent over and clamped her legs together – at once a distressed look in her face.
Obviously she hadn’t noticed my presence yet – God, I was so relieved. But what was the matter with her? It was a complete mystery to me. Anyway, she continued her walk, still looking quite tense, her legs stiff and the upper part of her body slightly bent over. Involuntarily I remembered my little sister. I knew this picture, quite well indeed – from different situations in our childhood. This grown lady was acting like a little girl in extreme pee desperation. And once more she stopped, crossed her legs and pressed her thights together. She seemed to be in real agony now. Jesus, I definitely couldn’t believe my eyes.
But suddently she pulled herself together and staggered down the way. What was she going to do now? I’d loved to follow her, but I just couldn’t risk to be seen. She went about hundred meters, then she turned abruptly around a corner – and disappeared. After some hesitation I left my hiding place and ran after her. This Lady and her dark secret! Gee, I was fascinated and definitely eager to reveal it. – Finally I reached the corner. There was a stair leading up to a lookpoint – and there she was, crouching on a step, sucking her forefinger. She didn’t realize, that she wasn’t alone; she seemed lightyears away, lost in a weird desire.
What a sight, for Christ’s sake! She had her legs apart, so I got a glimpse of her panties, lacy knickers, probably quite expensive. She was wearing silk stockings and a girdle. A very bourgois Lady – why the heck did she expose herself like that? But this wasn’t the top yet – at once the seat of her panties started bulging – it looked as if she ....
And she really did – it was stupefying: She was urinating here, in public, through her panties. Brand new ones obviously, for the liquid didn’t soak through first. Just some sparkling droplets appeared on the fabric; most of the pee was still collecting in the seat of her knickers. She was pissing full force, an orgasmic relief in her face. Her panties were heavily ballooning meanwhile, then two small rivulets found a lateral way to escape and trickled down onto the ground. She was far away in her own world, melting in a weird delight. God, it was simply breathtaking!
Now I realized, that this wasn’t an accident. She did it on purpose, she really enjoyed bathing her pussy in her own hot urine. But now the pool in her panties was about to overflow, the pee burst through the lacy part of her knickers and cascaded down onto the hem of her skirt and finally onto the concrete stair. A puddle was forming between her feet, a puddle of strong, concentrated morning pee. I could clearly smell the tell tale odor. Imagine that! She had hold it the whole night long – just to wet herself in the early morning – in public, here in our park. My cute lady, gee, she seemed to be a real weirdo.
And the show went on. Meanwhile her knicks were definitely drenched – somehow deflowered, so to speak. Still tons of pee were pouring down from her crotch, into the growing puddle on the stair. Faint steam rose between her legs. And still this mysterious lady seemed completely lost in weird ecstasy. It was high time to piss off, I knew that quite well. I had seen, what I wasn’t meant to see. But I couldn’t leave, I was magnetized somehow and simply unable to drag myself away. Although I realized, that she was about to come back from outer space. Suddently it was too late: She had opened her eyes and focussed me with disbelieve.
It must have been a shock for her – certainly. She woke up and realized, she wasn’t alone, a stranger had watched her intimite performance. She had done it in public – but anyway, my presence was a violation of her privacy. Embarrassed and upset she tried to get up and to save a rest of her dignity. But this wasn’t that easy at all. She was still pissing, when she saw me first – and she didn’t manage to cut off the flow instantly. Pee was still gushing down between her legs, her skirt was visibly wet – and there was this steaming puddle. She was caught and had no chance to hide, what she had done.
Finally she stood upright – just in front of me. And even now pee was dripping from the remaining pool in her soiled undies. Above all wet steaks showed on her silk stockings – all down both legs. She didn’t look at me, she didn’t say a single word. But believe me: I didn't feel confortable – caught myself as peeping Tom.
For a short moment she just stood there – frozen. Then she wrapped herself in her coat. She looked confused, I think, she was deeply hurt. Maybe she considered to justify or to explain her behaviour, but at least she didn’t dare. – And I? – God, I stammered a helpless excuse. She flashed me a glance – God, what a beauty! I’ll never forget her teary doe eyes. But I just wasn’t able to return her look – ‘cause I felt deeply ashamed myself. And she, she turned away and ran off – rushed up the stair, leaving a faint wet trail behind her. |
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I’m have been lurking long enough! This is my very first story and post on this site. Please note that English is not my native language and therefore the grammar may be faulty or unusual at times… I’d welcome feedback very very much and let me know if you would like me to continue writing.
Sisters in Piss 1: Piss-Alley
Selina got up as soon as the bell rang and darted towards the exit of the classroom. She felt the eyes of her male classmates following her while she crossed the room. They had good reason to: She was a beauty and had that particular style that caused people to be fascinated by her. Selina had a rather small and slim frame with a nicely shaped butt and a very cute set of tits which made the boys drool. She was, as always, clothed all in black: knee high boots, tight pencil skirt and a tank top. Her black hair fell over her right collarbone and her arms were covered in tattoos. She had green eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her lips were colored in a dark shade as well.
She ignored the looks of her classmates. Usually, she enjoyed being checked out, especially by boys. Even though she wasn’t interested in men at all. But right now, she couldn’t enjoy the general admiration she got. Her mind was on something else, something much more urgent and literally pressing.
Once outside the classroom she slammed her thighs together for a second. One hand pressed on her crotch. She quickly recovered from her moment of weakness and straightened up, as the hallway began to fill with other college students. With determination in each step, she began walking towards the side entrance which was unfortunately the furthest one away. But on the bright side, there were no students in that hallway, so she could grip her crotch again. Selina pressed the fabric of her tight skirt hard onto her pussy, almost clenching it through the fabric. It was unbelievable how badly she needed to pee. Her bladder was so full she didn’t even have that sloshing sensation anymore, it just felt rock hard and stretched. She began panting as her panic began to rise. Could she make it? Would she fail to hold on this time? Today her chances didn’t seem to look nearly as good as last Friday. She tried to calm her mind and ease her panic by thinking about today’s liquid intake.
Her day had begun with a long morning pee which she very much needed as she had decided not to go before bed last night. For breakfast she had a glass of water and 2 cups of black coffee. During her first break she had emptied and refilled her water bottle which added a liter to the total intake. She just had two or three sips of her bottle in her last class of the morning but a whole 500ml bottle of coke during lunch itself. She remembered that she already had quite an urge then but nothing compared to the state she was in now. Her afternoon lesson was rather boring so to spice things up she had chugged down the rest of her water bottle well aware of the consequences. She had known that after said class she would get to pee and was confident that she would manage. Now her confidence was shaken. But doing the exact same thing every Friday would be boring, wouldn’t it? She had underestimated the challenge this additional water would impose. But she had to make it, just like (almost) every time before.
Selina continued her walk down the hallway. She could feel her burning hot pee pressing against her pee-hole, almost hearing it beg to be let out. While she had been sitting in the classroom her legs were crossed and she was very uncomfortable. Her bladder was painfully full but she had felt rather calm. The second the bell had rung at 2.30pm she had jumped to her feet. And that was the exact moment when her current situation had begun. Standing up had caused the pain to subside but it had also immediately been replaced by incredible desperation and urgency. She knew her chance to pee would come in just minutes and that knowledge made matters much much worse. She had to stop walking down the hallway and press her legs together. That second, she almost began to cry, it was extraordinarily bad today. In a desperate attempt to contain the copious amount of piss inside of her she lifted one leg and doubled over. While she was in that awkward pee dance pose, another girl caught up to her.
It was Selina’s girlfriend Angelina. She was very good looking too, even more so in Selina’s eyes. Angelina had shoulder length red hair which was exceptionally straight, bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white crop top which displayed her huge breasts nicely. Her legs were covered in stocking socks which ended just beneath ripped, faded and very tight jean hot pants. On her feet she was wearing red converse sneakers. Angelina smiled at Selina, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and together they walked towards the exit. Selina couldn’t help notice that Angelina had that weird walk like she always did when she had been needing to pee for a long time. It resembled the waddle of a pregnant woman, small quick steps but with her legs close together. Her usually flat belly sported a prominent bulge. Selina forgot for a second about her own need as she admired in awe that large, sexy bulge her girlfriend carried towards the door. Angelina had stuck one thumb in the waistband of hot pants and pulled them away from her distorted belly as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Selina forced herself to stop staring and immediately grimaced as another wave of desperation hit her: “Oh thank god you’re here, I don’t know what I had done if had to wait for you again. I’m about to burst here.” “Tell me about it babe, my bladders feels like it’s about to pop. You’re in for a real gusher.” Angelina’s face was pained and Selina was literally shaking as they made for the exit.
With quick steps they hurried towards their usual spot, a well-hidden, narrow maintenance alley between two of the school buildings. The second Selina turned into the alley she stuck her hand under her tight skirt and gripped her black lace panties. While walking she yanked them down, stepped out of them and hastily stuffed them into her purse. “Quick Angie, I gotta go so fricking bad!” she exclaimed in a begging voice. “Geez Sel, you know I can’t walk that fast when I am THAT full” she replied while pointing at her bulge which stretched the front of her crop top. In the meantime, Selina had arrived at their niche, a 2m wide gap between two dumpsters. She tossed her purse onto one of them and pulled up the front of her skirt facing the wall. “Angie I’m begging you, hurry! I have to piss!”, she said in a now shaking voice and slamming her knees and thighs together while one hand tightly grabbed her pussy. Angelina arrived in the gap next to Selina, now also with one hand between her legs. With great difficulty she opened the button of her hot pants who sat even tighter than usual because of her extended bladder. While fumbling with the button, she doubled over twice in the process.
Selina was in a half squat, now both hands clenching her aching pussy, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Pleeeease, im gonna burst!”, she said to Angelina with clenched teeth and eyes floating in desperation. She was in a state of pure urgency. A primal urge, that absolute vital need where she didn’t care about anything else than just being able to go. Every last bit of discipline and willpower was focused on her sphincter and her hand keeping her bare pussy shut. The sheer crazed signal of need her bladder was sending made her wince in panic and despair. Angelina wasn’t listening to Selina, now that the button was undone her own desperation had worsened tenfold. She ripped her zipper down, pulled the fly wide apart while pulling her white lace thong to the side and exposing her vagina in one swift motion. She was breathing very heavy as she muttered with her last force: “Now.”
In an incredibly explosive and swift motion Selina rose from her half squat removing her hands from her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, now standing with stretched legs, yanked up skirt and bare slit facing the wall. She had let go even before she had reached the complete upright position and started pissing full force the very instant, she was standing. Her arch of clear white pee hit the wall with force, empowered by the momentum of her hip thrust motion into the standing position. She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed in pure bliss. It felt orgasmicly good and she enjoyed how incredibly full her bladder still was. Her pee, still aching to come out felt burning hot on her pee-hole. Her stream was hitting the wall with a steady continuity and even pressure.
Angelina had just with her last force given the go as her flood gates broke. She began to pee at exactly the same moment as Selina. Her legs wide apart, also in a standing position she let go through the opened front of her hot pants. She didn’t wet the fabric but her pussy was trembling from ecstasy and the sheer pressure of boiling piss. She thrust her head backwards, her mouth wide open and her eyes half closed. Her moan was silent but she stuttered: “Oh fuck! Oh my god yes.”, under her breath. Unlike Selina’s, Angelina’s stream was not steady at all. It was like a tub turned on full force, splashing against the wall not in an arch, but more like a straight jet. After a couple of seconds, the force lessened and her stream sprayed the wall like a garden hose. Then came another gush where her clear piss shot out of her again like a pressure washer. This torrent lasting much longer than the first wave. Gush after gush her bulge began to deflate. Her sneakers and tights were being sprinkled by small droplets but she didn’t care, her relief was just too great.
Selina had completely forgotten her surroundings; it was just her and her glorious piss. Slowly she could feel her bladder deflate and came to the point where she would normally feel comfortable but her steady stream just went on, still in dire need. It was about a minute after she had begun peeing where she reawoke from her trance. She was brought back to reality when Angelina let go a long sigh. Angelina squeezed out a last long and hard spurt as she finished, finally feeling empty again and her whole body fully relieved. She grinned and stepped out of her wide stance, now standing in the huge puddle which had spread through the hole 2m gap and mixed with Selina’s piss. The large puddle of clear white pee began trickling into the middle of the alley and run down a rain drainage. Angelina readjusted her thong, pulled up her zipper and buttoned up her hot pants. She went to her backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She then leaned on the dumpster, still standing in the puddle and watched Selina wo was still peeing steadily. “Geez Sel, I have never seen someone who pees as long as you do.” Selina turned her head towards Angelina and smiled: “It’s not my fault that you pee like a sick fucking race horse. But I really had to go, it feels like I’m almost empty but it’s still coming.” They both chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely looks like you needed that. I almost thought you couldn’t wait for me this time.”, Angelina said before taking another pull on her cigarette. “It was an incredibly close call. Once I am in Piss-Alley my brain tricks me and sends all signals to initiate piss-mode.”, Selina replied, the strength of her stream began to lessen slowly.
She continued talking, still peeing and looking at Angelina: “Don’t pretend like you didn’t almost flood yourself too, I saw the bulge that was going on there.” “Yeah…”, Angelina replied while watching her girlfriend and her still ongoing pee “…I was about to ask the professor for a bathroom pass but then I saw your text and forced myself to hold on just a little longer.”
There were about 5 seconds of silence, the only noise was Selina’s pee which was not hitting the wall anymore but directly adding to the puddle she was standing in. Then it finally ended rather abruptly. “Damn Angie your crazy powerpiss totally splashed my boots again, you gotta control yourself there.” Selina said with pretended anger and took her panties out of her purse. She proceeded to wipe the drops on her boots with them and then tossed the panties back in her bag.
That moment a third girl rushed into the alley. She was almost running, taking big steps in her wedge booties. The girl had long wavy brown hair, and large golden hoop earrings. Her lips were colored in a brownish red, matching her hazel eyes. She had an average body but rather large hips which looked phenomenal in the dark red tube dress she was wearing. “Hey girls.”, she said breathlessly and thrusted her purse into Selina’s arms. Pulling her dress up she proceeded to squat down between the two dumpsters, her back facing the wall. She had not reached a full squat as she started to pee into Selina’s and Angelina’s puddle. She lifted her head and watched the other girls, smiling with an expression of relief. Angelina was the first to speak: “See Sel, that’s what I meant the other day. I have no idea how you can manage to do this Nancy. The pantyless thing you do all day. When I’m holding and my pussy feels fresh air I start pissing right away.” Nancy was going forcefully and steadily but rather messy, her thick getting thighs splashed with pee. “Oof I needed that.”, she said while spreading her legs a bit wider. “How come?”, asked Selina, “I thought you normally didn’t participate in the Weekend-Celebration-Piss?” “I wasn’t planning to”, Nancy answered, “I had a free period just before lunch and went for coffee with Nick. And I had like 4 cups and needed to go quite bad already. Then… SHIT!” Nancy had begun gesturing wildly while telling her story and had lost balance. Her weight shifted backwards and she just managed to stop her fall with her hand, submerging it in the puddle. Her new pose caused her jet of pee to go straight up in the air. The shock seemed to force more pee to rush out of her pee-hole, showering herself completely and the two other girls’ legs in piss. She quickly got back up in a proper squat. “Fuck. Sorry about that…” “Dammit, Nancy! You’re such a mess!”, scuffed Angelina. “Yeah, I know. I know. Anyways…”, continued Nancy, “…after the coffees he was horny and we went for a quicky. Then I was suuuper late and didn’t got a change to pee before class.” Angelina rolled her eyes. Nancy saw it and exclaimed: “You two cheeky lesbians wouldn’t understand! I like Nick ok!?” “Here”, Selina said and handed her the slightly moist panties from her purse. “Thanks”, Nancy said and began patting her face and bosom dry, still peeing. After another 20 seconds the seemed to be done and got up, taking a deep breath. She wiped her wet hand with Selina’s panties and gave them back to her.
Angelina put out her cigarette and tossed it down the rain drainage. “So, are you girls up for a Max-Capacity-Night later?” “Absolutely!”, answered Nancy looking calm and relieved now. “Of course!”, said Selina with a broad smile.
Angelina nodded: “Right on. I’ll text in the Sisters in Piss chat later for tonight’s rules. How about your place Sel?” “Sure.” They were about to leave as Nancy cursed: “Fuck! Looks like I got some left.” She hiked her dress up again and let out another thick stream of pee, lasting about 5 seconds. This time she didn’t bother squatting down, which caused her to pee over her booties. “I could give you some pointers on how to pee standing up you know…”, Selina said in a suggesting and concerned tone. “Yeah, that might actually be a good idea, let’s get back to that tonight.”
Selina was on the bus home when her phone vibrated. A notification from the SiP chat popped up. She grinned while reading Angelina’s message:
“Tonight 8pm at Sel’s: Max-Capacity-Night. For the rules:
- Empty your bladder until 3pm. (Sel, Nanc and I already did in Piss-Alley😉)
- Make sure to drink 1 liter of water until 6pm and another 500ml until 8
- Bring a sixpack of beer
Looking forward to it! -A
Selina pocketed her phone and took a big sip from her water bottle; tonight, was a going to be a fun night. |
Thank you all for the awesome feedback! Here is the second part. This chapter serves as an introduction to all the characters; therefore, it isn’t structured like a regular story. Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want to read more of these characters…
Sisters in Piss 2: Max-Capacity-Night
When Selina got home, she already felt very excited about the coming evening. She prepared three glasses of water on the kitchen counter as a reminder to drink them before 6pm, determined to follow Angelina’s instructions. Then she proceeded to clean up her apartment a bit. Later she went to the store for some groceries. As she was standing in line, she felt the first tingle in her bladder and rubbed her thighs together, this made her realize, that she still had no panties on. Even though she hadn’t worn any for the past two hours the realization made her blush and feel naughty. Back home she emptied the second of her 3 glasses, causing her bladder to send another uncomfortable signal of need. She breathed in and concentrated on the sensation and welcomed the feeling, which made her a little horny.
Just before 6pm she made sure to drink her last glass of water. Now she had 2 hours left to drink another 2 glasses. Indulging in thoughts of the coming evening she filled the two glasses, and in a wave of euphoria quickly chugged them both down. Her belly felt full and so she lied down for a bit and did some homework. Not long after she realized that her focus kept drifting off and she began massaging her bladder. It felt quite full but still relatively soft. Touching it caused another wave of excitement rush through her body. As her mind was now preoccupied with the thought of pee and other lustful things, she abandoned her homework completely.
At 7pm she went for a quick hot shower. She couldn’t help herself and absently played with herself, enjoying her steadily increasing need. Her mind wandered off to the events in Piss-Alley some hours ago. She thought about Angelina’s bulging bladder and Nancy’s hot little accident. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself from getting off to a much-desired orgasm. She left the shower and dressed in a similar outfit as before, all black of course, and then did her make up. She also made sure the put on some fresh black panties.
In the kitchen she prepared a big bowl of salad and fried some eggrolls. She had just placed the platters on the coffee in the couch corner as the doorbell rang. Hastily she got up and went for the door. She realized that her swiftness and eager might have been a bad idea as she had to quickly bend over in a strong wave of desperation.
“Hi”, said Emma in a timid voice as Selina opened the door. Emma was also a slim girl wearing large glasses, her blonde hair tied up to a ponytail. Less curvy than Selina but still sporting aesthetic measurements gave her overall appearance an innocent look. She wore a white buttoned-up shirt which was tucked in skintight blue jeans. “Hey”, said Selina smilingly and pulled her in a hug. She put the beers Emma had brought in the fridge and sat down on the couch next to her. There was a short awkward silence. Emma was the newest member of the group and this was just the third time Selina got to meet her. Selina noticed that Emma’s thighs were close together and she looked rather uneasy. “No need to worry Em, Max-Capacity is much more fun and not as competitive as its sounds, so there is really no need to be afraid.” “Thanks Selina”, said Emma and looked a little less nervous. Selina knew that Emma’s bladder was the weakest of the group and that Bonnie might give her a hard time again.
The bell rang for the second time and this time two girls stood in the door. There was Angelina who tightly embraced Selina squeezing her ass at the same time. And there was Samantha, Angelina’s roommate. Samantha gave Selina a high five and made her way to the fridge to add her beers. Selina noticed that Samantha wore those pink yoga pants again that complimented her very athletic legs and butt. She turned around, slamming the fridge door shut and displayed her very toned belly and sports bra. She grinned at the three other girls with her cute face and at the same time skillfully pinned up her light brown hair with a scrunchy. “So, are you guys ready for tonight? I’m gonna beat my record for sure today, I feel like I could fill a tub already. You are mental Angie to make us drink 1.5 liters and that over the course of 5 hours in advance.” Angelina just grinned guiltily.
They started to eat as Nancy let herself in without ringing. Selina was thankful that she changed her pee drenched tube dress to another of almost the same making. “Hey girls, sorry I’m late again. Missed the bus. Oh! Damn those look tasty.” She said while grabbing an eggroll and letting herself fall clumsily on the couch between Samantha and Emma. Sam grunted:” Nanc! Be careful with that thick ass of yours, you almost made me piss myself there.”
Another ten minutes later the bell rang again. They all went silent. Bonnie was always the last one to show up. She was the leader and founder of their group called “Sisters in Piss”. All the girls had a lot of respect for her, because of her natural authority and because she was 25 and therefore the oldest. She stood in the entrance with a small smile on her full red lips. “Good evening Ladies.” She took off her long trench coat and hung it up. Tossing her voluminous glossy brown hair back. Even though Selina was used to the fact that Bonnie loved to make a dramatic entrance she couldn’t suppress a faint gasp. Angelina on the other hand didn’t even try to hide it and remarqued: “Looking good there Bonnie.” It was true, Bonnie had a body to kill for. Large breasts, slim waist and wide hips and long legs which looked even longer in her stiletto heels. She was wearing fishnet tights and glossy black leather hot pants with a zipper that begun underneath the waistband and disappeared between her legs. She was wearing a matching leather balconette bra and a choker around her neck. Selina just thought to herself that this time Bonny really went too far with her outfit. Not that she minded but her outfit remined Selina of a dominatrix. She glanced over to Emma who looked quite pale and intimidated.
Bonnie greeted each of the girls with a soft kiss on the cheek and began handing out the beer bottles she had brought. She raised her bottle and spoke: “I’m looking really forward to tonight’s Max-Capacity-event. And…”, now looking at Emma, “…finally getting a measurement from you love. Alright! Cheers ladies!”
They all took a big sip and helped themselves to the food Selina had prepared. It was a mere 5 minutes later when Samantha exclaimed: “I’m out guys, ready for round two?” She made her way to the fridge getting another six pack. They all quickly emptied their bottles and accepted a second one from Samantha.” “You really are going for the kill today aren’t you Sam?” asked Angelina. “Absolutely! Today I feel a title coming, I’m telling you guys.” Bonnie raised her eyebrow in amusement and asked: “Daring aren’t we today? What are you going for Sam?” “Ummmm, I dunno yet, I just know that I’m super full already but also that there is room for much more.” Samantha said proudly.
Titles were a big part of their small group. There were different categories in which usually the same girl excelled. As an example, Selina was the groups Duration-Queen, she once managed to smash Samantha’s record by almost a full minute. Duration was quite a difficult category and had a lot of rules. For one the stream had to be uninterrupted for the whole pee. That was a tricky thing to do since you had to be very desperate to enable a long flow. At the same time, you had to restrain yourself from peeing full force and keep the stream going steadily at the same time. Sam had currently no title since Selina wrestled it off her, but was eager to claim one for herself.
Nancy was the Holding-Queen. Once she managed to hold her pee for 36 hours after a 2l initial filling and still kept drinking a little over the course of the hold to prevent dehydration. She managed this only, as Sam used to say, because she was too chaotic and simply forgot to pee. Nancy hated to hear Samantha’s teasing; she keeps reassuring everyone that her need had never been greater that during those last hours.
Angelina was obviously the Powerpiss-Queen, no one could compete with her sheer pressure and therefore distance. When she was really desperate that girl could piss like a fireman’s hose. None of the girls could not even remotely compete with her in that area, which made her very unique.
And Bonnie, last but not least, was the groups Capacity-Queen. Even though she never managed to hold it for the same time as Nancy, she always peed the most. That woman could drink insane amounts of liquids, keep them shut in her iron bladder and letting them out in one go.
Half an hour had passed since Bonnie’s arrival and they were about to empty their third bottle. Selina sat there with her legs crossed and for the first time tonight she had to press her hand in her crotch. The beers caught up to her very quickly and she began to regret that she had drunk her mandatory 500ml just at the beginning of the 2-hour window. Angelina sat next to her and caressed Selina’s leg lightly. She herself was sitting legs apart and leaned back. The hand not touching Selina was resting on her bulge which was growing once again. Across from them on the other couch sat Nancy who had tucked her legs under her bottom and absently grinded her beer bottle onto her pussy. Next to her sat Emma. She had her legs pressed tightly together and was leaning forward, her elbows pressed on her knees, looking restless and very uncomfortable. Selina felt bad for her, she knew how hard the first couple of meetings were and was also certain that Bonnie wouldn’t let her go before all 6 beers had been emptied. Sam was pacing around in the apartment taking occasional quick sips from her beer, massaging her belly which was not so flat and toned anymore. Bonnie sat with crossed legs but a very relaxed demeanor in her armchair.
The mood in Selina’s apartment became more and more restless as the girls need to pee grew rapidly. At the same time, they became slightly tipsy and the conversation was fluent. They were giggling and having fun. The topics shifted from pee to school, to pee once more, then to boy (and girl) crushes and finally back to pee again.
Sam was kneeling in front of Bonnie, one hand buried deep in her crotch, the other pouring the last drops of her forth beer into her mouth. She burped unladylike and asked Bonnie: “I’m sure you didn’t obey by the rules and drank way more than all of us. Just because you know you can outhold all of us. So how much was it?” Bonnie smirked: “I just skipped my 3pm pee. The last time I went was this morning at 8. I didn’t drink THAT much and just didn’t feel like going at 3. At 5 I popped a diuretic and now here we are.” Sam’s mouth stood wide open: “How the fuck can you do this? Not peeing since morning AND having a diuretic? I fully obeyed by the rules and I’m breaking my neck for a piss here.” A murmur of amazement and approval went through the room.
“How about round 5?”, Angelina asked and tried to get up but her hands immediately shot to her bulging bladder, wandered down to her crotch and she bent over in pain. Selina new this suffering expression and got up instead of her girlfriend. She softly whined in pain, as she once more realized how full she was. From now on that stretching feeling of fullness would increase rapidly as her bladder really was full to the brim and had no other choice than ballooning. She had to double over and press her hands on her thighs. She exhaled deeply and made her way to the fridge with rather great difficulty. As she handed out the beers, she remarked that Emma’s hand was trembling really bad and that she had tears in her eyes. Selina gave her a sympathetic smile. They drank in silence as it became apparent that everyone in the room was becoming very desperate, even Bonnie. She had her legs crossed and was leaning forward, her back arched. She glistered slightly from sweat that was forming on her body.
Nancy was the first to speak: “Guys I don’t know about you, but I’m in a lot of trouble here. Angie I really don’t think we will all come out of this dry” While she was talking, she hiked up her tube dress and now sat there, naked from the waist down, her hands tightly gripping her pussy. “I totally agree…”, said Selina, “…it’s almost as bad as this afternoon.” Angelina groaned in pain as she sat up:” Yup, the amount really was a bit steep. My bladder is rock hard and it’s getting heavy. Let’s wrap this up soon so I can have my well-earned piss.” She brought the almost full beer bottle to her lips and began chugging until it was empty. All the girls followed her lead. The room went silent as everybody was drinking, the silence only broken by an occasional grunt. They all had their own tough battle to fight but Emma seemed to be in a very bad position. She finished her beer last and put it down on the table. Tears were running down her face and her legs were double twisted her hands balled to fists and she was rocking back and forth. Then her shyness broke: “Please can I pee now. I never never ever had to go this bad before. I need to!” Her voice was trembling and whiny. She looked to Bonnie, who returned the gaze and waited a couple of seconds before answering: “All right, you may go first but…” “Thank you!”, Emma shrieked and jumped up, nestling her belt open “BUT. First you need to drink your last beer and wait another 15 minutes.”, Bonnie said in a serious and commanding tone. Emma went pale and froze. She looked to the others for help, but no one dared to question Bonnie’s authority. “Go and fetch these beers then Em.”, said Sam pacing up and down the room again.
With tiny steps, thighs close together, Emma inched to the fridge. She returned and handed out the bottles, her feet tip tapping restlessly, breathing in short gasps.
Speed was of the essence now. They silently forced their beers down. Nancy was last to finish, not looking any better than Emma now. Only when she finished Bonnie started the 15min timer.
It seemed like the time stood still. Selina’s stomach was full of beer, but not nearly as full as her bladder. It felt like there was no way that there was any more room but somehow her bladder felt fuller by the second. Now it was just a race against time. Selina yanked up her skirt like Nancy and stuck her hand into her panties, her middle finger pressing on her trembling pee-hole. She tried to sit completely still, as every tiny move made her need greater. Once again, she found herself confronted with one single task: keeping it in. Her body was working against her, as it wanted, needed, relief. Only Selina’s willpower kept her from completely flooding her couch with what felt like liters of boiling hot piss. To distract herself from giving in to her urge she looked around. Angelina next to her had opened the button of her hotpants, giving her huge bulge some moor room. Selina saw how the waistband of her thong cut deep into her girlfriends enormous ballooned bladder. Nancy who sat across from her was frantic. She sat on the very edge of the couch, both hands clenching her bare pussy, her whole body was moving and shifting desperately to find some sort of comfortable position. Sam had pulled down her yoga pants a couple of centimeters to reduce the tension on her bladder. She was walking in circles around the group, stopping every other step to perform a little pee dance. Even Bonnie looked severely desperate by now. She was covered in sweat and tried to maintain her composure but every muscle of her body was engaged. Her hands were gripping her thighs with such force, that they left red claw marks. And poor, brave Emma had lied down on the couch, her legs pulled all the way up to her chest and her hands between her legs. Her whole body was trembling and her eyes were closes.
Sam suddenly spoke: “Honestly fuck the title, I just want to bloody piss. I am FULL to the brim.” She yanked her yoga pants down in one big pull, ripped her feet out and kicked the pants across the room. Standing there naked from the waist down she continued her pee dance.
“C’mon ladies you are doing great. I’m proud of all of you. We can do it!”, Bonnie said loudly but her voice sounded a little pained. Then, finally the alarm beeped. Emma rose from the couch. Selina got up too and reached under the coffee table and handed her a 2l measuring jar. It was just like some hours before, the movement and the fact that she could finally pee very soon made the pain go away immediately. But at the same time became unimaginably desperate, she needed to pee very very very soon. She felt like she couldn’t wait until it was her turn. Her impatience skyrocketed, it was that sort of impatience when you stand in front of the toilet, mere seconds away from relief but your zipper is stuck. She flung herself back on the couch and resumed the pressure on her aching pee-hole. Every thought focused on her urge.
Emma was hyperventilating, her trembling hands tried to open her jeans but couldn’t, she forced them over her hips with great difficulty and removed them, quickly followed by her red lace panties. She placed the measuring cup on the coffee table and climbed onto it, and placed herself over the cup. All the shyness had fallen off her, it was more than clear that she couldn’t wait another second. She squatted down a little too fast and her thighs slammed on the edge of the measuring cup. Without a millisecond of delay pee poured out of her, her mouth wide open.
“Fuuuuuuck! I can’t! I can’t”, yelled Nancy and snatched herself a measuring cup from underneath the coffee table and jammed it over her pussy, still sitting on the very edge of the couch.
Emma had just peed for 4 seconds as Bonnie shouted: “STOP!” Her command was clearly directed at Nancy, but Emma, not having realized that, cut off her stream immediately causing it to come to an abrupt halt. Everybody froze. All eyes were on Emma’s pussy. Not a single drop had escaped it after Bonny’s shout and Emma had managed to stop her flow the very instant Bonny had closed her mouth.
Selina had never seen something like it. How did Emma manage to cut off her flow despite her incredible desperation? The others seemed to think the same as they all continued to observe Emma’s pussy. Even Nancy seemed to have forgotten that she had thrown the towel. There were 5 full seconds of complete silence where nobody moved, not even Emma who looked at Bonnie with her panicked eyes wide open.
“Go on Em, love.”, Bonnie said softly. Emma’s exhaled and her stream resumed as fast as it had stopped. This time there were no interruptions. Her piss went on and on, she was moaning in pleasure as the measuring cup began to fill. Nancy had got hold of herself again and her hands continued to grip her over eager pussy. Emma peed for about 90 seconds, panting the whole time. With a last dribble her stream came to an end, her body still shaking.
Watching the other girls pee was always the most agonizing part of Max-Capacity-Night for Selina. Even though it was highly arousing for her, the sounds of pee and relief almost drove her over the edge. She needed to piss NOW. It had to come out. Every cell of her body wanted relief and she felt her willpower crumble.
Emma hadn’t got out of her squat completely as Nancy’s flood gates burst. With a loud gush her pee burst out of her. Her messy spray covered the inside of the transparent measuring cup with drops. She threw her head back and grinned as the cup began to fill.
This was too much for Selina. She HAD to go next, there was no way she could hold it any longer than Nancy’s pee, if even that long. She grabbed a cup for herself and stood with her toe tips on the cushions of the couch. Although Nancy was a faster pisser than Emma, her messy spray didn’t seem to end. For Selina it felt like an eternity. She had once more stuck her hand inside her panties and gripped her labia tightly as if forbidding it to let anything out. Her hot pee pressing against her sphincter. She could feel it begin to force itself out, as if not willing to stay enclosed in her overfilled bladder any longer. Finally, Nancy wildly splashing piss came to an end.
Selina didn’t hesitate a second, she pulled her panties to the side and let loose into the cup which she held between her legs. It felt even more amazing than she had imagined. On the one hand she still felt like she was about to burst, full to the brim with burning hot piss which needed to get out, on the other hand there was this amazing feeling of relief. This heavenly sensation of desperation, relief and pleasure all at the same time was what made holding worth it. Her stream went on and on, filling the cup with her clear hot piss. After one minute she hardly had to pee less.
“Noooooo! Sel! You take too long, hurry the fuck up. I’m dying here.”, said Sam in a panicked voice but Selina couldn’t hear her, there was just relief. After 2 minutes her desperation subsided but the stream went on steadily. Next to her Angelina spoke in a pained voice: “Nanc please give me hand here. If I move, I’ll explode.”
Selina threw a worried glance at her girlfriend, who seemed to be in agony. She tried to pee faster but it still took her another 40 seconds to finish her blissful pee.
In the meantime, Nancy hat got a 5l bucket from underneath the table and held it in an angle on the edge of the couch between Angelia’s legs. Angelina had let herself glide a couple of centimeters down to the edge of the couch where she forced her hot pants and thong down her legs, grunting in pain.
“I’m all done babe, you can let go”, Selina said hastily placing the now heavy cup on the table and watched Angelina. A gush of pee erupted from Angelina’s pussy with such force that Nancy tumbled and had to brace herself as she caught it with the bucket. It seemed like Angelina couldn’t pee fast enough. She pressed both her hands on der bladder and pushed. It was like she gave birth to a tsunami, like a high-pressure water fall her piss blasted out of her pee hole in a single violently hissing gush. The spectacle lasted merely 20 seconds but Selina knew that Angelina wanted it out of her bladder as fast as humanly possible. While she pressed on her bladder Angelina gave a pained moan lasting almost for the whole duration of her hose like power piss, her torrent so loud one could barely hear her. The gush ended and left Angelina panting and with sweat glistering on her forehead.
“Bloody hell, Angie you are one sick bitch!”, said Sam who had gotten on her knees on the floor, legs apart and holding a cup at the ready. Sam’s pee began with a messy gush like Nancy’s but stabilized itself into an even thick stream lasting almost two full minutes. Her pussy was visibly trembling from ecstasy. She was moaning things like “Oh my god yes!”, “Fuck!” and “Jesus Christ!” for almost the whole duration of the pee. Her muscular thighs were shaking in her kneeling position as her bladder deflated and slimming down back to a sixpack.
Now it was Bonnie’s turn. She always went last. In a last act of pride and composure she waited a couple of seconds before getting up. Selina had already placed a measuring cup onto the edge of the table. Bonnie walked towards it and stood before it, her legs apart as she grabbed her zipper and pulled it down slowly, giving just enough room for her labia to peak out. She stemmed her fists her hips and let go. Her stream was aimed perfectly and no drop missed the measuring cup, which was rather impressive as Bonnie was standing on her high heels, not touching her genitals and the coffee table was quite a distance beneath her. Bonnie’s stream of piss was very powerful but even, like a kitchen tap. It was quite the view as the beautiful woman was standing there, glistering in sweat and peeing almost nonchalantly. A matt smile played around her lips as she exhaled through her nose. About 50 seconds into her pee the cup was almost full to the brim. She cut off her flow cunningly, but Selina couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t as perfectly done as Emma’s halt. Without a word Sam pushed the full measuring cup a dozen centimeters away and placed an empty one exactly there were the other one had stood. Bonnie’s arch resumed with another exhale of relief. After about 10 seconds the pressure became less and less. Another 30 seconds later it died down forcing Bonnie to take a step closer to the table. It ended with a dribble. The cup was half full at that point.
She pulled her zipper up and the other girls got dressed too or readjusted their outfit. For some minutes they talked in wild disarray comparing, boasting and describing their pees. Everyone seemed to be blown away by Emma’s unexpected pinch off and they hugged and congratulated her.
Sam, in the meantime had lined up the cups filled up with clear white pee and noted down the final measurements on her phone. As it was custom for Max-Capacity-Night Selina had brought a bottle of champagne from the fridge and was pouring out.
“Alright girls!”, said Sam in the voice of a talk show host, “let’s get to the scores, in the order of girl pissed: Em you peed 1.2l! Nice one!” Everyone clapped and raised their glass, Emma looked eased and genuinely happy.
Sam went on: “Nanc: 1.7l! Great job, even though I thought you’d piss all over the place again. For Sel: You had 1.7l as well! Beautiful stream as always dear.” Nancy stuck out her tongue towards Sam but seemed very pleased with herself. Selina got up and did a little bow, grinning widely.
“Then our unhinged lunatic firewoman Angie: 2.2l you crazy son of a bitch.” Angelina nodded and said: “Yeah checks out. Thanks again for lending me hand there Nanc, it really felt like my piss-tank was gonna pop for a minute.”
Sam continued: “My humble self managed 1.9l of golden galore. And our untouched Capacity-Queen had an amazing 3.1l piss.” Bonnie just nodded, looking exhausted.
The evening went on while they had their champagne and some even another bottle of beer. Nancy was the first who grabbed Angelina’s empty 5l bucket and went for another pee. Over the course of the evening Emma, Selina and Sam took another go into the bucket too.
Later everyone had left except Angelina. She and Selina were now sitting on the couch, the coffee table in front of them littered with full pee containers. Angelina looked over to Selina and said with a wicked grin: “Bathtub?”
“Bathtub.”, Selina replied. |
Before I continue writing more chapters for the main story, I wanted to give you some background information about the group and the characters in it. So, I decided to pair up the characters and tell stories of events which happened some time before the first main chapter. As always, I am very open to suggestions, ideas and tips for improvement (storytelling/language…). I hope you enjoy it 😊
Sisters in Piss side stories: Selina and Nancy
16 months before the main story
Selina’s phone rang. She stood up, ignoring the call, well knowing who it was. Grabbing her purse and sports bag she left her apartment and locked the door behind her. A red Prius had pulled up right in front of her apartment building. In the driver’s seat was Nancy, holding a phone to her ear. Selina opened the passenger door and got in. “There you are.”, said Nancy, “Got all your stuff?” Selina smiled and nodded. “According to the nav we have a 6-hour drive before us.”, announced Nancy and pulled back into the street.
They were going to a weekend seminar for college. Nancy, Selina’s classmate, had offered to drive, as she lived close by. Selina hoped the long drive wouldn’t be too awkward as she didn’t know Nancy that well. They only had talked once or twice in class before. But her worries seemed to be unjustified. Nancy was a chatty person and started a conversation about their classes. In a matter of minutes, they were enjoying themselves by ranting about their professors, homework and essays.
At the edge of town Nancy pulled into a drive-through coffee shop: “Let’s get some coffee, it’s awfully early don’t you think?” “Great idea! Can you get me black coffee and maybe a water? And whatever you want. My treat.”, Selina answered. “Thanks! I’ll get you two waters ok? We have a long drive ahead and we shouldn’t make too many pitstops or we will be late.” Selina looked at her puzzled. “Don’t overestimate this piece of shit car. It’s quite slow.”, Nancy added as she saw Selina’s face.
Nancy stopped at the microphone box and ordered: “Hi can we get a XL latte and a XL americano black. Oh and 4 bottles of water please.” At the next window they paid and Nancy reached for the drinks. She handed Selina her 600ml coffee and tossed the water in the backseat. “Its’s all black with you isn’t it?”, remarked Nancy grinningly, glancing over Selina’s outfit.
Sipping on their coffees they were driving on the highway as Nancy suddenly asked: “So, do you have a boyfriend?” “Actually Nancy, I uh, I’m lesbian.”, Selina stated. She was quite open about the topic but nervous admitting it in the presence of an attractive woman like Nancy. “Oh, so a girlfriend then?”, Nancy inquired. “Nope.”, Selina responded, “What about you? Do you have a boyfriend I mean?” “Yeah, kind of. I dunno where we are at, it’s quite fresh.”, Nancy retuned in a casual tone. Selina couldn’t help but feel a slightly disappointed, she found Nancy rather appealing. They talked a bit about sexuality and relationships. At one point Nancy wondered: “Who’s your crush in our year?” Selina blushed and admitted shyly: “There is this girl, Angelina…” “No way!”, Nancy’s head spun around so fast that Selina flinched in shock. Nancy grinned:” I know her quite well actually, she’s gay too you know? And single…” Selina’s heart skipped a beat and she blushed even harder. Those were incredibly exciting news. To cover up the sheer awkwardness she took a huge pull on her coffee’s straw, emptying the rest of the cup in one go. Nancy went on:” Yeah, we are in some kind of… uhm club.” Selina looked over to her, eager to learn more. Nancy was looking at the road and quickly added: “But’s it’s a fight club kind of group, I’m not supposed to tell you about it.” With that statement it was clear for Selina that she wouldn’t learn more about the topic.
As the drive went on, Selina’s mouth had become dry from all the coffee she had. Back at home she already had chugged two cups to wake up and a tall glass of water to replenish the liquid lost during the night. Now she felt the first signals of fullness from her bladder region. But didn’t worry too much about it as she had a big bladder…
They were on the road for 4 hours now and Selina became more and more shifty. Her bladder felt full and uncomfortable now. Occasional glances to Nancy told her that the driver was also in need. It was not surprising, after the sun had risen it had become warmer and warmer in the car and not even 3 hours on the road, they had both emptied their 2 water bottles. Not having to pee that bad back then, Selina had offered Nancy one of the two water bottles from her purse which she had packed back home. They were now sipping on said bottles and Selina began to regret drinking so much on a road trip. She began asking herself if Nancy would propose to stop soon, she herself hadn’t worked up the courage yet.
As the fifth hour began Selina was in serious trouble. Her legs were crossed and her bladder was rock hard, her abdomen felt warm and stretched. She seriously doubted that she could hold it until they arrived at their destination. Panic and anxiety began to rise as she was trying to come up with a way to ask Nancy to stop. She regretted not having asked sooner as she realized they had to stop very soon and Nancy might not agree to it. At this point she adjusted her position every couple of minutes, trying not to think of the flood building up in her bladder. The next rest stop could be kilometers away and she hadn’t even asked to stop yet.
Nancy interrupted Selina’s silent suffering and daydream about relief:” Fuck, I have to pee reeeeally bad. How about you?” Selina immediately felt stupid, why hadn’t she just asked?! After 5 hours it wasn’t that unnatural wanting to pee. With some relief in her voice, she admitted: “Yes I have to go quite badly too.” Nancy followed up: “I’m surprised you haven’t asked sooner; sorry I haven’t thought about it, I was too focused on driving. But apparently, I’m not the only one with a big bladder in here. I’ll stop at the next exit.” These words were bliss and poison at the same time for Selina’s ears. On one hand she couldn’t help but feel aroused, knowing that Nancy had to pee really bad too but on the other hand knowing that relief was around the corner made her twice as desperate.
Having planned a well needed pee break all shyness seemed to have been left behind. Nancy now openly grabbed herself through her tube dress and Selina had no other choice than to copy the crotch hold. Nancy grunted in a distressed voice: “Now that I know that we are stopping I have to go way worse. I’m full to the brim. I hope I can make it. It’s really bad.” Selina agreed: “Yeah I should have said something sooner, I’m in big trouble too.”
Secretly Selina really enjoyed their current situation. She had always had a kink for pee. Having a full bladder and releasing huge amounts of golden hot pee in streams that went on for ages were her most arousing fantasies. It was one of her most intimate secrets and she never had someone to share it with before. She was imagining to pee in a stall next to Nancy, maybe even share a handicapped bathroom and see and hear her release her desperate piss. As that scenario was rather unlikely, she tried to savour this moment of holding with her. But enjoying it became harder and harder by the minute since she had to go so very bad that it hurt.
“What the fuck is that!?!?”, Nancy suddenly exclaimed. She had to step on the brakes quite abruptly, making Selina’s piss filled bladder slosh, the seatbelt cutting deep into her lower belly, both girls grunting in pain. They had drove into a traffic jam onto the highway. “No, no, no this can’t be happening!”, Nancy begged anxiously, speaking out loud what Selina was thinking. They sat there, with their bursting bladders, not knowing what to do. For some minutes Selina thought about getting out and peeing in the bushes next to the highway. She saw no other option anymore, she just had to let it out. But then the cars started moving, really slowly in walking pace but moving steadily.
They inched up the highway for almost 15min as the que moved into a tunnel. Selina was on the edge of pissing herself. Somehow, she always feet like she had never had to pee more badly before in her life when she was really desperate, even though Selina was desperate quite often. But this time it might even were true, she had to go like never before and there was literally no possibility to pee. What was she going to do? She had no other choice than to try holding on and somehow keep her copious amounts of boiling piss inside of her already overfilled bladder.
“Selina, I need to piss now. I just fucking can’t hold it anymore.”, Nancy suddenly announced with a panicked look on her face. “I now. Me too.”, Selina said softly, trying to hide her panic. “No, I mean it! I need to fucking piss NOW.” Nancy snatched her 600ml coffee cup out of the cup holder and tried to open the lid. “Shit!”, she had dropped the cup and her hand shot back to her crotch. “Please, I need your help. You will have to hold it while I drive, I can’t do both.” Selina went beet red: “R-really?” “Jesus yes! Hurry!” Nancy looked completely serious so Selina picked up the cup and got rid of the lid and straw. Nancy lifted her bottom and yanked up her dress. Selina blushed even harder when she saw that Nancy wasn’t wearing any panties. She got a short look on Nancy’s cleanly shaved vagina before it was covered by her hand, gripping her slit tightly. “What the fuck are you waiting for!” Nancy yelled. Selina leaned over the cup in her outstretched arm. Nancy quickly glanced down, removed her hand, slid to the edge of the seat and spread her legs wide enough for Selina to lower the cup in-between them.
Nancy’s piss immediately splashed into the cup. Selina’s hand trembled from arousal and she could feel her heart hammer inside her chest. She squeezed her thighs together as seeing Nancy pee made herself want to go so much more. The stream was messy, drops covered the inside of the cup and some splashed onto Selina’s hand. It was almost too much for her, she felt herself getting wet but not from pee and had to use her second hand to grip her own pussy, squeezing her labia tightly through the skirt and panties. Arousal and desperation both at its peak. Selina watched in awe as Nancy’s nipples hardened and poked through the fabric of her dress, apparently, she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Nancy was moaning while her clear white pee sprayed from her slit into the cup. It took just a couple of seconds until the cup was 2/3 full and Selina felt how hot her pee was just from holding the container. She couldn’t help but feel jealous, she needed relief too! And very very badly so. Seeing and hearing Nancy going was almost too much for her.
The cup was getting fuller and fuller by the second but Nancy was too distracted from relief and driving to notice it. “Stop”, Selina yelled. There were two reasons, first the cup was almost overflowing and she had just let go a spurt into her own panties. She had to go NOW, there was no more delaying it. She could feel the wetness spreading in her crotch. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”, Nancy shouted and cut of the flow, having needed 2 attempts to stop it as after the first another gush splashed into the full cup. “Quickly! Get the other cup!!!” Selina carefully placed the cup into the cup holder which was difficult as her legs were restlessly stomping on the floor from desperation. “Faster!” Nancy yelled, her thighs slamming open and closed in short intervals. Selina fumbled with lid of the second coffee cup, her hands shaking.
For a split-second Selina hesitated but then saw no other way. She lifted her ass from the seat, hiked her skirt up, ripped the panties to the side and jammed the cup over her own pussy. Heavenly relief spread through her body as she let go. It felt overwhelmingly good that her mind seemed to exit her body making room for more of that amazing feeling. Her pee hole was hurting from ecstasy, she wished she could pee faster, ending that torment of ungodly desperation even while peeing but at the same time she wished it would never stop. Nancy looked at her with her eyes wide open: “Selina I… Selina I can’t hold it please!” In the corner of her eye, Selina saw a spray of piss shoot out of Nancy, showering her thighs, feet, pedals and car floor with piss. The spray stopped and just a moment later gushed out again in a two second burst. Nancy was apparently trying her hardest to stop but simply couldn’t. Selina clenched her sphincter and groaned in pain, she needed to let out so much more but felt guilty. She transferred the half full cup back to Nancy’s pussy which immediately resumed its spray. Selina had to hold her breath, if only Nancy would hurry. Her stream was thick and powerful but the few seconds it took to fill the cup felt like hours to Selina. “Nancy its full!” Selina managed to brabble, trying so hard to keep her still full bladder shut. “But there is so much more!”, Nancy exclaimed with desperation in her voice. This time Nancy overfilled the cup before she could stop her piss, the hot liquid dripping over Selina’s hand and onto the seat. She quickly put down the cup and without hesitation grabbed a water bottle, clumsily unscrewing the top with her wet hand. As soon as the cap fell on the floor, she placed the bottle close to her own peephole and resumed where she had left off. This time Nancy managed to keep her pee inside, physically blocking her pee hole with one hand, the other on the steering wheel. Selina was in her own dreamy existence of relief once again. Feeling the bottle getting heavier with her clear hot piss. Her even stream began filling it more and more. Selina still felt full and desperate and knew that the 500ml bottle would never hold the full content of her bladder. It took about 45 seconds until the bottle was full to the brim and Selina had to stop the flow but couldn’t. She tried to stem it with her hand, squeezing her pussy as hard as she could, but it just forced its way through her trembling fingers. After 5 seconds she finally managed to regain control. Her breathing was very fast and she wished nothing more than to continue peeing. “Grab me a bottle too, I still have to go like crazy!”, demanded Nancy. Selina was torn, she desired to keep going so much but didn’t want Nancy to ruin her car. So, she screwed another bottle open and carefully placed it over Nancy’s pee hole which was quite the task since Nancy wouldn’t sit still. Before Selina was ready Nancy sprayed her messy stream over Selina’s hand again. She aimed the opening onto the stream and caught most of it, some drops still splashing her hand and Nancy’s thighs. Nancy exhaled as the bottle began to fill. Once more it was painful for Selina to watch but luckily, she was distracted from her need by focusing on catching Nancy’s pee. In a matter of 30 second the bottle was full too and Selina gave another waring shout. “Fuck I’m still not done!”, Nancy wailed. But Selina was already screwing the cap back on and then tossing the full bottle on the backseat, grabbing another empty one. She opened it and jammed it between her legs, this time without hesitation and guilt. Her impatience was too great and she began peeing before she had found her pee hole. A minute went by. A minute of the most amazing feeling of relief. Steadily the bottle filled and her desperation decreased. As the bottle was half full, she was at the point where she didn’t feel like needing to pee anymore but the stream went on and on. Once again, she had to cut off her flow as the bottle was getting alarmingly full. She wished she could finish and empty her bladder completely but she felt so much better and knew that it was Nancy’s turn now. “Do me again! I still have to go.”, Nancy said with clenched teeth. Selina had already reached for the fourth bottle and aimed the opening between Nancy’s legs. Immediately her stream messily went on as if there had been no interruption. “Thanks. Bloody hell is it ever gonna stop? Geez what a mess.” Her spray lessened and Nancy took a couple of deep breaths: “This felt sooo good. I was legit about to piss myself…” A last dribble concluded her pee and left the bottle full with about 400ml of clear liquid. Selina switched the bottle over to herself and topped it off with her own pee. She felt that she had some more left but decided to leave it be, as there were no more empty bottles, the other ones had some water left in them. Her whole body sagged into the seat with relaxation and joy, this had been a real rollercoaster of relief and desperation.
There was a silence for about 5 seconds. They both sat there, genitals exposed and breathing heavily, suddenly they burst into laughter. “What an adventure!”, Nancy stated grinningly, observing the damage done to her car, legs and dress. “Yeah…..,”, Selina said, looking around in the car, full bottles and cups everywhere, “…let me grab some tissues.”
They cleaned up as much as they could while driving and Selina remarqued: “We might want to change at the next rest stop.” “Sounds like a plan.”, said Nancy who was still quite wet. The whole car smelled of pee.
“You enjoyed that as much as I did, didn’t you?”, Nancy asked out of the blue. Turning red for the third time this day Selina admitted: “I kinda did…”
“Well then, let me tell you about our “fight club”...” |
This is a story I've had kicking around for a while. I wrote most of it a few years ago, but then decided to expand upon it.
It's not divided into chapters as such; it's more of a theme with variations. Most of those follow from events outlined in this first story.
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Alison had been invited round to her good friend Susan's for a drink and a chat one Sunday evening. It had been a while since they'd seen each other and she was looking forward to a good catch up. She sat on the sofa in a pair of jeans and a black top, with her brown hair hanging past her shoulders.
Susan was curvier, with larger breasts and shot blonde hair, and was wearing a short black dress. She was sitting immodestly on a chair and Alison could see her white knickers up her dress. The wine was flowing freely and both girls were a little tipsy.
They had just started talking about a cute guy at Susan's work when the phone rang. Susan crossed the room and picked it up off the shelf.
"Hello?"
A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"
Susan was surprised by the tone of the conversation but felt she trusted the unknown voice. "Yes".
"Are you alone?"
"No, I have my friend Alison with me."
"What are you wearing?"
Susan hesitated briefly before remembering she'd committed to answering all the questions truthfully. "A short black dress, a lacy white bra, and a pair of white cotton knickers".
Alison was confused. She could only hear her friend's side of the conversation and was startled to hear her describing her outfit over the phone.
The voice continued. "Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet"
Susan hadn't noticed up until now, but she could feel the beginnings of a need to wee.
"In fact, you're more desperate that you thought. You should really be squeezing your thighs together. You don't want to wet yourself now do you?"
Susan could feel her urge growing stronger. She pressed her thighs together and let out a slightly strained "No".
"But it's not working. You feel like you're going to wet yourself. You should hold your crotch with your free hand. You'll need to dash to the loo after this call is over"
Susan could feel her desperation growing by the second. She grabbed her crotch tightly and began to involuntarily bounce up and down.
"But it's no use. Even after we've finished, you won't make it in time. Your wee is on the verge of bursting out of you."
Susan tried desperately not to wet herself but the voice was right - she was going to have an accident.
"You're going to wee now. With a huge sigh of relief, your wee will be forced into your knickers."
Susan couldn't hold on any more. "Ahhh" she sighed as her bladder burst and she began to wee herself. She weed for a good thirty seconds, soaking her knickers and the front of her dress. Once she'd finished her wee, the voice started speaking again.
"You will tell your friend what just happened. Leave your wet clothes on until she leaves. You will grow accustomed to the warm feeling in your crotch. Once your friend is gone, you will have a sudden urge to masturbate in your wet knickers. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same"
The voice on the other end hung up the phone.
Alison was amazed. She'd seen Susan start pressing her legs together like she needed a wee, before starting to hold herself and jiggle like she REALLY needed a wee. Then all of a sudden, she just went "Ahhh", and wet herself. She couldn't understand it. Susan had excellent bladder control.
Susan turned to Alison and sheepishly said "I've wet myself. I hadn't realised how badly I needed to go and couldn't stop myself. Now, where were we?", and she sat back down and continued their conversation as if nothing had happened. Alison tried to ignore the fact that she could now see Susan's dark pubic hair through her wet knickers.
When Susan got up to get a second bottle of wine Alison saw that the back of Susan's dress now had a large wet patch. She made her excuses (it's a work night, I should be going) and left. They made an arrangement to meet next Saturday. Susan didn't seem that sorry to see her go.
As soon as the door was closed Susan began to feel very horny. She went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. She lifted her dress and thrust her hand into her wet knickers. The wetness increased her stimulation and it wasn't long before she climaxed. As she sat splayed on the toilet she realised she needed to wee again. Since her knickers were already wet there seemed no harm in weeing in them again, so Susan relaxed and felt warmth flooding into her knickers. It was a nice feeling, she realised, and knew she'd be wetting her knickers a lot more from now on.
***
Alison lay awake in bed. She couldn't get over what she'd just seen. Her friend had wet herself, but instead of being mortified she'd treated it as an everyday occurrence. Most people, herself included, would have been slightly disgusted by such behaviour. Alison slept fitfully as the scene replayed itself in her head over and over again, Susan's wet crotch almost taunting her.
***
The next morning Alison overslept. She barely had time to put on her clothes before she had to go to work. As a result, she arrived at the office absolutely bursting for a wee. She dashed into the toilets. Luckily there was a cubicle free. She just had enough time to pull her knickers down before she began to wee into the toilet. She sighed with relief.
While Alison was weeing she heard two colleagues enter the bathroom. From their voices she recognised them as Cathy and Janet, two women from the same office as her. She couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
"So what were you so desperate to tell me?" asked Janet.
"I pissed my knickers this morning." whispered Cathy conspiratorially. "My husband had just left to take the kids to school when I began to need a piss. Almost immediately it got worse and I had to press my legs together. Then I had to hold myself, but I couldn't keep it in and pissed myself. As a matter of fact I've still got my wet knickers on."
Alison heard the sound of a skirt being lifted and a gasp of astonishment from Janet. She'd stopped weeing by this point but didn't want her colleagues to know she'd overheard them.
"Why didn't you take them off?"
"I don't know, it just didn't occur to me."
"But that's disgusting. Anyway, you've made me need the loo now, so if you'll excuse me".
Janet crossed the bathroom and entered the cubicle on Alison's right. There was the sound of knickers being pulled down and Janet having a wee. While this was happening Cathy entered the cubicle on Alison's left, but after she sat down no noises came from the cubicle.
Janet finished her wee, washed her hands, and left the bathroom. Alison was about to get up as well when she heard a squelching noise to her left, accompanied by heavy breathing from Cathy. Alison realised she was masturbating in her wet knickers. She felt her own nether regions become aroused, but she didn't dare join in.
Cathy came quickly and then left the bathroom. Alison wondered what was going on. Cathy's story sounded very similar to what had happened to Susan. Had Susan also masturbated in her wet knickers, she thought.
Alison left the bathroom and started work. She couldn't help but notice that Cathy was drinking more tea than normal, with a corresponding increase in the number of toilet breaks. She might have found it irritating except that Cathy also seemed to be working extra hard to compensate.
In the afternoon Janet received a phone call. She had the desk next to Alison, who heard Janet's side of the call.
"Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"
Janet thought this must be a prank call, though she didn't recognise the sultry female voice, but decided to play along.
"Yes."
"Are you alone?"
"No, I'm at work in an open plan office."
"What are you wearing?"
"White blouse, black skirt, black knickers and tights."
Somehow Alison knew at this point that Janet was just about to wet herself.
"Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet"
Janet was surprised that the caller knew this, and was also surprised to discover she did need a pee. She was sure she hadn't a moment ago.
"In fact, you're more desperate that you thought. You should really be squeezing your thighs together. You don't want to wet yourself now do you?"
Janet was beginning to panic now as she did indeed start squeezing her thighs together. She wanted to ask the caller how she knew this but instead could only manage a "No".
"But it's not working. You feel like you're going to wet yourself. You should hold your crotch with your free hand. You'll need to dash to the loo after this call is over"
Janet jammed her free hand into the gusset of her knickers, trying to stop herself peeing.
"But it's no use. Even after we've finished, you won't make it in time. Your pee is on the verge of bursting out of you."
Janet wanted to get up and run to the toilet, but somehow she couldn't. She was too desperate to move, and began jiggling uncontrollably.
"You're going to pee now. With a huge sigh of relief, your pee will be forced into your knickers."
Janet admitted defeat. She sighed and let the pee flow into her knickers. The pee pooled in her crotch and ran down the back of her skirt, down through her tights and into her shoes.
"You will tell nearby colleagues what just happened. You will then excuse yourself and go to the bathroom, where you will feel a sudden urge to masturbate. Keep your wet knickers and skirt on. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same"
The caller hung up. Alison couldn't believe it. This was exactly what had happened to Susan.
Janet turned to Alison. "I just peed my knickers. I had a sudden urge to go and just couldn't hold it. Look."
She lifted her skirt to show Alison her knickers. They were soaked, and we're clinging to Janet's intimate regions, which Alison was surprised to discover were shaved. She tried to look away but was somehow compelled to look at Janet's soaked knickers.
Janet excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she proceeded to run into a cubicle, rip her tights off, and force her hand into her knickers, climaxing almost instantly. She threw her ruined tights away but kept her skirt and knickers on, and returned to work.
Alison noticed Janet had kept her wet clothes on, but doubted she carried spares, so didn't say anything. She also noticed that Janet started joining Cathy on her tea breaks. She went for a wee just behind Janet at one point and saw her exchange a knowing look with Cathy as she came out of a cubicle. From the drips following Cathy along the floor she'd wet her knickers again. As Alison was doing her wee she heard strange noises coming from Janet's cubicle and knew she was also re-wetting her knickers. Then she heard noises similar to those she'd heard that morning and knew Janet was masturbating. Alison got out as quickly as possible. She no longer understood what was going on.
That night Alison again slept poorly. This time she saw both Susan and Janet weeing in their knickers, and saw both of their crotches vividly displayed before her.
That was the beginning of a very weird week for Alison. Every day she overslept and was forced to arrive at work with a bursting bladder. Every day another girl was boasting about how they'd wet themselves. Every afternoon someone would receive a phone call and would wee in their knickers moments later, before showing off their wet knickers and heading for the bathroom. And every night Alison would be taunted by dreams of the girls weeing themselves and flashing their wet crotches.
On Tuesday Gemma arrived and announced to the entire office that she'd become desperate and peed herself as soon as she got in the car to go to work.
On Wednesday Carol proclaimed that she'd pissed her jeans the previous evening, describing the wet patch in vivid detail.
On Thursday Lizzie returned from her lunch break clutching a new pack of knickers, which was odd as she was well known for going commando, and proceeded to put on a pair, flashing half the office as she did so. She then clenched her thighs, grabbed her crotch, jiggled and wet herself.
On Friday Lucy arrived in the office, only to freeze, bend her knees, grab her crotch and wee in her knickers. She then announced that she'd sprinkled in her lady garments, lifted her skirt to show off a dark triangle beneath, and run to the bathroom.
Once a girl had wet herself once, that was it. She'd start drink more tea, and hang around with the other wet girls. When Alison tried to join in the conversation would stop and she'd be met with disapproving stares.
The girls also spent an increased amount of time in the bathroom, wetting their knickers and masturbating several times a day. This placed a strain on the toilets, resulting in queues. Twice Alison came close to wetting herself waiting for a cubicle to become free, while being forced to listen to the sounds of fingers rubbing against wet knickers. The noises brought tingly sensations to Alison's intimate parts, and by the end of the day she'd be feeling very aroused and frustrated.
By the end of the week, Alison was exhausted. She was feeling isolated at work as the other girls wouldn't talk to her any more. There was also a growing sense of inevitability. She knew she'd receive the phone call sooner or later, an event she thought of with a mixture of dread and anticipation.
On Saturday evening Alison went back to Susan's. Susan was wearing the same black dress, and sat in the same immodest pose. Alison couldn't help staring at Susan's crotch, as her knickers had clearly been freshly weed in. She barely took in anything of what Susan was saying.
After a while Alison excused herself and went to the toilet. After her wee she noticed a laundry basket in the corner. A sudden impulse made her look inside. She found several pairs of wee stained knickers, as well as a pair of jeans which were almost completely soaked.
Alison left the bathroom and was greeted immediately by Susan holding her crotch. As soon as the door opened Susan rushed past Alison and sat on the toilet before weeing forcefully into her knickers.
"Sorry, but you were in there a long time and I was busting." said Susan as she re-wet her knickers, her face becoming flushed as she did so. Alison realised that Susan was turned on by the experience.
Susan finished her wee and started to breathe deeply. She wanted to masturbate, but hesitated as Alison was watching her. In the end though she was just too horny. She looked deep into Alison's eyes as she slowly slid a hand into her wet knickers and began to touch herself.
Seeing Susan masturbating brought out Alison's frustrations from earlier in the week. It made her even more aroused than just listening to the girls at work had, and she felt her knickers becoming damp. Her heart started racing. She couldn't take her eyes off Susan's busy fingers as her own hand found its way unbidden into her jeans. She briefly tried to touch herself before finding her jeans too constricting, so she pulled them down around her ankles. She then slipped her hand inside her knickers.
The two women watched each other masturbating, Alison stood in the doorway and Susan sat on the toilet. Each was spurred on by the actions of the other, and their breathing quickened in almost perfect unison.
Susan came first, her soaking knickers helping her along. She threw back her head and began to moan loudly, before letting out a final scream and slumping forward. The sight of this set Alison off and she came forcefully in her knickers. Both girls looked at each other, panting slightly.
As Alison realised what had just happened, she panicked. She quickly pulled her jeans on, and ran out of Susan’s flat. She heard Susan calling after her, but she ignored it. She had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Susan wasn’t satiated after watching Alison masturbate in her knickers. She called after Alison, but once she heard the door slam she knew Alison wasn’t coming back. Still feeling very horny, Susan sat back against the toilet and masturbated herself to another climax, hoping Alison would be introduced to the pleasures of wet knickers soon.
Alison dashed home, shut the door behind her and leaned back against it, breathing heavily. There was something so wrong about what she’d just done, and yet her pussy was on fire. She ran into her bedroom, there her jeans off, and thrust her hand into her knickers. She was so horny she came almost instantly, and was still not satisfied. She went straight to bed, threw her clothes off, and spent the rest of her evening relieving the tensions of the previous week.
That night Alison slept soundly, and woke up feeling much refreshed. She got dressed, and set about her tasks for the day. She was just about to make herself a coffee when the phone rang.
Alison froze. Somehow, she knew this was it. She hesitated for a second, but realised she’d always be left wondering if she didn’t pick up. She crossed the room and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"
Alison wanted to ask what this was all about, but found that she couldn’t. Instead, all she said breathlessly was “Yes".
"Are you alone?"
“Yes”
"What are you wearing?"
Alison knew where this was going. “Jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of grey knickers”.
"Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet"
Just like that, Alison felt a tingling in her bladder. Despite not having had that coffee yet, she needed a wee.
"In fact, you're more desperate that you thought. You should really be squeezing your thighs together. You don't want to wet yourself now do you?"
Alison crossed her legs. The feeling in her bladder was stronger now. She’d seen this enough times to know what was coming, but she still managed to breathe out a ”No".
"But it's not working. You feel like you're going to wet yourself. You should hold your crotch with your free hand. You'll need to dash to the loo after this call is over"
Alison felt a spasm of desperation. She clasped her legs even more tightly together and wriggled her free hand inside her jeans in a last ditch attempt to stave off the inevitable.
"But it's no use. Even after we've finished, you won't make it in time. Your wee is on the verge of bursting out of you."
Alison was dying for a wee now. She grabbed her crotch even harder and began to pant softly as she tried to avoid wetting herself.
"You're going to wee now. With a huge sigh of relief, your wee will be forced into your knickers."
Alison felt her hand become wet and knew she’d leaked. At the same time, she’d become so desperate she couldn’t hold on any more. “Ahhh” she sighed as she began to wee herself. She felt her knickers become wet around her crotch, pooling for a second before her wee ran down her thighs. Her jeans darkened, the warm stream tickling her pussy as her water cascaded down her legs.
When Alison finished weeing, the voice on the phone began speaking again.
“Oh dear. You’ve had an accident. Look how wet your jeans are.”
Alison looked down, and saw that, yes, her jeans were soaked. The dark patch spread all the way down to her ankles.
“But it’s not just your jeans. Your knickers must be soaked. You should pull down your jeans and have a look.”
Slowly Alison undid her jeans and slid them over her hips, before looking down at her knickers. The front of them was much darker, and the wet patch clung to her pussy, giving her a slight camel toe.
“My, they are wet. I bet they feel warm against your pussy. Give them a quick feel, see how wet they are.”
Alison slowly brought her hand up to her knickers, and began to slowly rub herself through them.
“They really are wet, aren’t they?”
“Mmmm” Alison sighed softly into the phone.
“This is turning you on, isn’t it”
Alison hadn’t noticed, but now she thought about it, there was a pleasant tingly sensation in her crotch. “Yes” she whispered into the phone.
“You’ve been a naughty girl and wet your knickers”
Alison felt her arousal spike as she heard the words. Her breathing became ragged. “Yes”
“Your breasts are straining for some attention. Lift up you t-shirt and give them a good squeeze”.
Alison lifted her t-shirt to reveal her ample breasts. Her nipples were standing proudly to attention and she began to caress one with her free hand. Her breathing quickened and she felt herself start to blush.
“This is really turning you on now. You need to put you hand in your wet knickers and feel just how turned on you are.”
Alison put her hand inside her knickers. They were slippery with a different kind of wetness.
“Your pussy could really use some attention.”
Alison began to rub herself. She could feel the blood rushing to her nether regions, and knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.
“You’re getting close to orgasm now, aren’t you?”
“Yes”
“It feels good wetting your knickers, doesn’t it?”
“Yes”
“You’ll definitely be doing this again, won’t you?”
“YES”
“When you orgasm, you will feel an uncontrollable urge to wee. Keep your wet knickers and jeans on. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same"
“YES!”
“Well done. You’re going to cum now.”
The voice on the other end hung up the phone.
Alison screamed as her orgasm tore through her. Her head shook violently as she fell to her knees and came, and came, and came.
When Alison came round, she saw what had happened. She was lying in a puddle on the carpet, breasts exposed, wearing wet knickers and jeans soaked through with wee. She was also surprised she needed to wee again, right now.
Alison briefly contemplated getting up, but realised she was’t going to make it to the toilet. With a soft sigh, she relaxed and weed through her knickers for a second time. She felt a tingly sensation between her legs as she did so.
When she was finished, Alison began to caress herself with one hand as she reached for her phone with the other.
“Susan, it’s Alison. This is a little bit embarrassing but, I’ve wet my knickers.” |
The character in this one is named as an homage to the author of these old stories.
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Lizzie, a slim girl in her mid twenties with long mousy brown hair, was working at her desk when the phone rang. She reached across her desk and picked it up.
“Hello”
A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"
Lizzie didn’t really have time for this, and figured she’d get it over with as quickly as possible. “Yes”
“Are you alone?”
“No, I’m at work.”
“What are you wearing?”
“A white blouse and a black skirt.”
“What about your knickers?”
“Oh, I never wear underwear to work.”
The sultry voice took offence at this. “Oh dear. That won’t do at all. Only naughty girls don’t wear knickers.“
Lizzie was surprised to find she felt a sense of shame, which was not something she’d felt about not wearing knickers before.
The voice continued. “We’ll need to do something about that. At lunchtime, you need to go shopping and buy yourself some knickers. Will you do that?”
Lizzie wasn’t sure why but she found herself answering “Yes”.
The voice continued. “It really is very important that you do this. It’s also important that you don’t put the knickers on until you’re back at your desk. Don’t do anything else until you’ve got some knickers on.”
Lizzie found herself responding “Yes”.
“I know that you need a wee, but no matter how desperate you get, you cannot go until you’ve put on some knickers.”
Lizzie felt her bladder begin to tingle. “Yes”
“If anyone asks about this, you will say it was a marketing call. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same”.
The voice on the other end hung up the phone.
Lizzie put the phone down, and went to get a cup of tea while she thought about where she could buy knickers at lunchtime.
When lunchtime came Lizzie got up and left the office. She was beginning to need a wee but had to do some shopping. It was a twenty five minute walk to the centre of town, and she set off at a steady pace. It was a bit chilly out and the cold was having an adverse effect on her bladder, but she thought she’d still be OK. As ever, she enjoyed the feeling of the cool air against her pussy, and she began to moisten.
Eventually Lizzie arrived at the shop and headed straight for the lingerie section. It was a low end chain store, but even so she was bewildered at the array of options available to her. Eventually she spotted a five pack of white knickers for a few quid and headed for the checkout. There was a small queue, and she paced awkwardly on the spot to distract herself from her need to wee. Eventually, she reached the front of the queue and paid for her new knickers.
“Oh, the toilets are at the back of the store, on the second floor”, said the checkout girl has she handed Lizzie a bag containing her new purchase. Lizzie just thanked the checkout girl and walked off. She looked at her watch and realised that she didn’t have time to go to the toilets now, as she needed to get back to work. Reluctantly, she made for the exit and started to walk back to work. Again, the cold increased her desperation, and she realised she needed a wee quite badly.
Lizzie arrived back at the office. She looked at the toilets, but thought she had time to drop off her bag and put on her new knickers first. She gritted her teeth and walked upstairs and over to her desk. She opened the packet and slipped on a pair, too desperate to care if she flashed anyone.
‘Right’, she thought, ‘now I can go for a wee’.
Unfortunately, her body took this as a signal, and a wave of desperation overcame her. She crossed her legs and waited for it to pass. But it didn’t. Instead it got stronger. Lizzie pressed her hands into her nice new knickers, desperately trying to to wee herself.
But it was no use. She felt a squirt of wee escape and trickle down the front of her knickers. This was followed by another squirt, and then another longer one. Before Lizzie knew it, she was doing a full blown wee in her knickers. A torrent of warmth poured through her knickers and ran down her legs, and Lizzie sighed softly with relief.
When she’d finished, she ran into the toilets to clean herself up. She entered the stall at the end, removed her skirt (which had a small damp patch on the back), and looked down at her knickers. They had gone completely see through and she could see a camel toe had formed around her pussy, along with her neatly trimmed public hair. She felt a dampness between her legs that wasn’t entirely from the wet patch in her knickers.
At that moment, she heard the door to the toilets open and what sounded like two people enter the toilets.
“God, all that tea’s gone right through me! I’m bursting for a piss!” exclaimed one of them, who Lizzie recognised as Cathy.
“Me too, I’m almost doing it in my knickers” replied the other, who turned out to be Carol.
Lizzie heard them cross the bathroom and enter the stalls to her right and close the doors, followed by two streams of wee hitting the toilet bowls.
“Oh dear!” said Cathy, in a voice that did not match the expression. “As soon as I sat down, I pissed my knickers.”
“Oh dear!” said Carol, almost as if they’d rehearsed it. “I pissed my knickers as well”.
Lizzie felt her pulse race as the two women continued weeing themselves. Combined with what she felt from her own accident, she longed to touch herself. The other two women finished weeing, but made no move to exit the toilets.
“Mmm, my knickers are all warm and wet now” said Cathy.
“Mine too” said Carol.
“We don’t have to go back to work right away, right?” said Cathy as Lizzie heard the sound of a hand rubbing a pair of very wet knickers.
“No, I think we have a few minutes” said Carol as Lizzie heard her do the same.
Lizzie couldn’t believe her ears. Cathy and Carol had both wet their knickers and were now masturbating in the toilets. It was so wrong, she thought, but her hand crept into her own knickers all the same.
As Cathy and Carol rubbed themselves to climax little did they know that Lizzie was doing the same. Lizzie hadn’t been this excited in months. She knew her face was flushed and her hair was dishevelled as she fingered herself furiously.
Cathy came first, moaning loudly as she did so. This spurred on Carol and she moaned even louder as she orgasmed. This pushed Lizzie over the edge and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming. She didn’t want the other two to know that she’d heard them.
Cathy and Carol flushed and exited their stalls, but did not leave the bathroom. Lizzie heard them lifting their skirts.
“Wow Carol, that’s a nice wet patch you’ve got there”, said Cathy as she giggled.
“Yours isn’t bad either” said Carol. “Come on, let’s go and have some more tea”.
Lizzie tried to process what had happened as the other two women left the toilets. She’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life, and it was because she’d done a wee in her knickers. She knew she shouldn’t, but all she could think about was doing it again as soon as possible. She exited the stall, and, on a whim, lifted her skirt to admire her wet knickers. They really were sexy, she thought, and she headed for the kitchen. Hopefully she could catch Cathy and Carol having their tea. |
This one grew in the telling – it's longer and is a bit more fleshed out.
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Gemma had just got in from work. She'd had a typical day at the office, notable only because a colleague had peed herself in the afternoon. She made herself some dinner, and thought about what she wanted to do that evening.
Normally, she just watched some TV. Occasionally, she watched something a little steamier. But sometimes, when the mood took her, she had to take herself for a night out and have some fun. Tonight was one of those nights.
So after dinner, Gemma went upstairs to her bedroom, removed her work clothes, and stood in front of her mirror, admiring her naked body. Her piercing blue eyes gazed upon her cute little button nose and long red hair, which fell on either side of her breasts. She paused for a moment to admire her round tits and perky nipples, before moving down down to the triangle of neatly trimmed red pubic hair above her pussy.
Gemma smiled to herself and opened her wardrobe to choose her outfit for the evening. After a quick look she selected her favourite black dress. Figure-hugging, it was tight enough that she could forego a bra this evening. Her nipples hardened at the thought of it. She thought briefly about what knickers she should wear underneath, but then looked at herself in the mirror. The dress came down to the middle of her thigh, and she realised she’d get away without knickers tonight. She wasn’t sure if she dared, but then she felt her pussy begin to moisten and her mind was made up.
Gemma hit up a couple of bars and had a few drinks before finding herself in a nightclub. She’d been dancing by herself and just generally having a good time, but now she needed another drink. That was when she saw her.
There was a woman sat on a barstool who could have been her sister. Her nose was pointier, and her breasts were slightly larger, but she had the same blue eyes and the same long red hair, and was wearing a similar black dress. Gemma stood next to her at the bar and waited for the bartender.
The woman turned to face her. “Wanna dance?” she asked, smiling a knowing smile at her.
Gemma felt herself blushing. “I’m OK thanks” she said as she continued to wait for the bartender.
But the woman didn’t back down that easily. “It’s OK, I don’t bite. Tell you what. If I can guess what colour knickers you’re wearing, I get a dance.”
Gemma smiled to herself knowingly. “OK, you’re on” she said, confident that she’d win.
The woman thought for a second. “Black?” she asked.
Gemma shook her head. “Of course, that would be too easy” said the woman. She thought for a second. “White?”
Gemma giggled. “Nope, that’s not right either”. At that moment the bartender became free and she ordered her drink.
The woman thought for a second, then grinned. “You’re not wearing any knickers. Are you, you naughty girl?” she said, her blue eyes lighting up as she did so.
Gemma cursed inwardly. She’d lost. Unless… “Wrong again” she said, trying to hide the fact that she was lying.
The woman sighed. “Fair enough” she said, and quickly reached forward and lifted Gemma’s dress. “No fair! You cheated” she exclaimed in mock outrage as she dropped the dress back down.
“How did you know?” asked Gemma, dismayed that her ruse had failed.
The woman smiled. “Because I’m not wearing any knickers either” she said, and she glanced around before lifting up the front of her dress for just a second. Gemma couldn’t help but notice she had a full red bush. The flash was well timed as the bartender brought Gemma’s drink over immediately afterwards. She paid him and took the drink.
The woman got off her barstool and took Gemma’s free hand. “Right, you owe me a dance. Come on” she said as she dragged Gemma towards the dance floor. “My name’s Jemma, by the way. With a J”.
“Gemma” replied Gemma. “With a G”
“Hah!” said Jemma. “I can see we’re going to get along famously”
Jemma lead Gemma into the middle of the dance floor. She continued to hold Gemma’s hand and put her other hand on her waist. Gemma continued to sip at her drink while Jemma danced at her.
Jemma was a bit put out by this. “C’mon, you promised me a dance. Put that drink down and give me a real dance”
Gemma had half finished her drink by this point. She downed the rest and put the glass down, before Jemma took her by the hand and dragged her onto the dance floor.
To start with, Jemma danced with wild abandon, while Gemma faced her and danced rather more half-heartedly. But as they continued, Gemma got more into it, and when Jemma took her hand, and started spinning her around, it felt only natural to join in. And when Jemma put her hand on her hip, Gemma couldn’t help but do the same back.
And then Jemma moved her hand around to Gemma’s bottom, before pulling her closer, so their faces were almost touching.
“Mmm, I like you” purred Jemma, and she leaned in and kissed Gemma briefly on the mouth.
Gemma was confused. She’d never been with another woman before. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she didn’t back away when Jemma kissed her second time.
And when Jemma pulled Gemma onto her thigh and began to grind against Gemma’s own leg, Gemma felt a heat between her legs and couldn’t help but do some grinding of her own.
The two women danced like this for a little while, until Gemma felt a need of a different kind. She’d had a lot to drink that evening, and it had been a long time since she’d been to the toilet. She broke off her kiss with Jemma and turned away.
“Please… stop… I really need to pee” she gasped as Jemma tried to kiss her again.
Jemma pulled away. “Me too. Come on, let’s go”, she said with a grin, and she grabbed Gemma by the hand and pulled her off the dance floor towards the toilets. They arrived to find a long line of women in various stages of desperation waiting to relieve themselves.
Towards the front of the line a brunette in a blue dress was bent forward with both hands pressed against her crotch. A couple of places behind her a younger girl with bright blue hair was jumping up and down with her hands between the legs of her denim shorts. She was followed by a group of five blondes, whose matching pink tops and the fact that one of them was wearing a bridal sash implied they were a hen party.
The two women took their place in line behind the hen party. Gemma crossed her legs and began to whimper.
“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer” she said to Jemma.
“You’ll be fine” said Jemma reassuringly.
The line shuffled forward. The brunette was now fifth in line. She was standing awkwardly as she continued to hold herself. Gemma thought the brunette looked almost as bad as she did.
Suddenly the blue haired girl let out a small shriek. Gemma saw a small dark patch appear between her legs, before she she leaned back against the wall and completely peed her shorts.
At this point the hen party all burst out laughing at a joke one of them had told, all of them either crossing their legs or holding themselves under their skirts. The blue haired girl slunk away, embarrassed , and the bridal party moved into the space.
The line shuffled forward. The brunette was frantic now, and it was clear to Gemma that she wasn't going to make it.
The hen party will still laughing. The blonde in the bridal sash was crying with laughter.
"Ooh, stop! I need a wee!", she exclaimed, which just lead to more laughter.
"Stop! Stop!" she cried. And then it happened. Gemma saw liquid spurt from beneath the bride's dress. Then another. Then the flood started. Pee cascaded down the blonde bride's legs.
The bride started to cry. One of the members of the hen party, who was apparently the maid of honour, gathered the remaining girls around her.
"We can't let this ruin Steph's hen night." she said to the others in a low voice. "Now that she's weed herself, we all need to do it too".
"What?! I'm not pissing myself just because the silly bitch can't hold it" said one of the others.
"You're doing it, or I'll tell them the freshers' week story" said the maid of honour. The other girl made a face. "Just follow my lead."
The maid of honour turned to the bride and theatrically bobbed up and down.
"Oh no! I can't hold it any more!"
And with that, she lifted her skirt and looked down as her knickers darkened and pee splattered onto the floor. The other girls lined up alongside her and wet themselves in a similar fashion.
"Ohh! It's coming out!"
"I'm weeing myself!"
"Oh no. I'm wetting myself. How embarrassing." said the girl who'd complained in a sarcastic monotone, but she was peeing her knickers all the same.
No-one noticed as the brunette spread her legs and wet herself under her dress.
Gemma looked at the hen party in disbelief. Their antics were not helping her situation. “I don’t think I’m going to make it” she said as she started to hold herself.
Jemma thought for a second. “I have an idea!” she said, grinning as she grabbed Gemma’s free hand. Gemma held herself tightly, trying not to pee as Jemma dragged her across the club towards the entrance. Gemma was surprised as they left the club, before heading down the street and ducking into an alleyway.
They moved a little way down the alleyway before stopping. Jemma looked at Gemma. “Here. This will do”, she said, motioning to the ground.
Gemma looked at her incredulously. “I can’t pee here! I thought we were going to find a toilet.” she said. Then she moaned suddenly. “Oh no, I think I leaked a bit” she said as she put her second hand under her dress. “Yeah, my fingers are wet. I can’t hold on much longer.
Jemma sighed. “Well, I’m peeing here. And I guess you’ll be peeing here whether you want to or not”. And with that, she squatted down, lifted up her dress to reveal her hairy pussy, and began to pee forcefully onto the ground.
Hearing and seeing this made Gemma let loose another squirt of pee as she stared at Jemma.
“Go on, you’ll feel better. It’s so good” sighed Jemma as she continued to pee.
Gemma gave in. Leaning back against the wall, she used her free hand to lift her dress, before letting go of her pussy. Immediately she let out a torrent of pee that splashed onto the ground. Jemma looked up at her and grinned as she continued her own pee.
Just then they were interrupted by a girl with long black hair entering the alleyway. “Shit! Sorry.” she exclaimed, doing a double take when she saw the two peeing redheads.
Jemma laughed. “Don’t mind us, we’re nearly finished” she said as she finished peeing and shook herself dry.
Gemma blushed furiously. She wasn’t used to peeing outside, or in front of strangers. She looked at the girl and saw that she was squeezing her thighs together and holding herself through her jeans. She finished her pee, shook herself as she saw Jemma do, and stood up, dropping her dress into place.
Jemma stood up and put her arm around Gemma’s shoulder.
“Where do you live?” she asked, guiding Gemma out of the alleyway.
“Just around the corner” Gemma replied.
“Your place is closer then. Let’s go” said Jemma. She put her hand on Gemma’s arse. “Lead on”.
Gemma looked over her shoulder to see the black haired girl pulling down her jeans before she and Jemma walked off.
* * *
Gemma woke up naked the next morning. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was that she woke up looking at her reflection, who was also naked. And then she remembered the night before.
Her movements had obviously roused Jemma, who sleepily opened her eyes.
"Morning"
"Morning" replied Gemma, still putting the pieces together. "Did we...?"
"No, we basically just crashed out here. I offered to take the sofa but you dragged me into your bed."
Gemma must have looked quizzical, because Jemma carried on with "Or maybe I just followed you in here and we passed out. I forget".
Gemma laughed, then caught sight of the clock by the bed.
"Shit! I'm late for work!"
Gemma jumped out of bed, and immediately moved a hand to her crotch.
"And I need to pee! Be right back."
Gemma stumbled out onto the landing. She was just about to enter the bathroom when she heard the phone ringing. Despite her need to use the toilet, she felt she had to answer it.
“Hello?”
A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"
Gemma was still groggy from having just woken up, but she sleepily mumbled “Yes?”.
"Are you alone?"
“No, I have a ... friend staying over”.
The voice sighed. “OK. When this call finishes, you will feel a nagging sensation. Then the next time you are alone, you will realise that you in fact need the toilet. When you notice this, your urges will become stronger, and you will need to hold yourself. But despite your best efforts, you will lose control and pee your knickers. Find a friend and tell her what you’ve done. This will leave you feeling aroused, and you will need to masturbate. Is this clear?”
Gemma groggily responded with a “Yes”.
“You will tell your friend this was a marketing call. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same”.
The voice on the other end hung up the phone.
Gemma went back into the bedroom.
"Who was that on the phone?" asked Jemma.
"Just some marketing call" replied Gemma. "I need to go to work. Can you let yourself out?"
"Sure. Do you want my number?"
Gemma felt a twitch between her legs. "Yeah, leave it in the kitchen" she said as she put on her standard work outfit: a pair of white knickers, a black skirt and a white blouse. She took a last look at the naked Jemma in her bed, before heading out the front door.
As she shut the front door behind her, she realised she must have forgotten to go to the loo before she left, but she thought she could hold it until she made it to the office. As she crossed the drive way to her car, she began to revise the assumption. She held her legs together as she unlocked the car before she struggled to open the door. She just about managed to collapse into the seat before she had to hold herself tightly under her skirt.
Gemma needed to go worse than she thought. She thought about going back inside, but then she realised she was too desperate to move. She was going to pee herself in her car. She tried to think of something else, but it was no use.
She felt her knickers become warm and wet under her fingers as she leaked. Then she leaked again. And then, despite her best efforts, pee flooded her knickers and skirt, and soaked the car seat. Gemma sighed audibly, enjoying the relief as her bladder emptied itself.
At last, Gemma stopped peeing. She was mortified. She hadn't even made it off her drive and she has already wet herself. She thought about going back inside to get changed, but she was already late and she didn't want Jemma to see her like this. She was just going to have to go to work. And besides, she thought, I'm not the first person to pee myself this week.
The drive to the office was uneventful, save for the wet feeling between her legs. It was creating a warm, tingly sensation. It was not altogether unpleasant, Gemma thought, as she wondered how she'd deal with her arrival in an obviously wet skirt.
In the end, she didn't have much choice. When she arrived she went straight to the kitchen for some tea. Most of the other girls were already there. Gemma knew she couldn't hide it, so she decided to just come straight out with it.
"Yes, I peed myself this morning. I was in a rush and I didn't realise I needed to go until I was in the car. By then it was too late and I just had to pee myself."
People seemed understanding, and no more was said of Gemma's accident. After her cup of tea, Gemma went into the toilets. She told herself she wanted to freshen up after her accident, but really she wanted to do something about the tingly sensation in her knickers.
The toilets were empty when she arrived. Gemma caught sight of herself in the mirror, and saw the rather large wet patch on the back of her skirt. A naughty thought occurred to her, and she lifted up the front of her skirt to look at her knickers. They had gone completely see through, and she could see her neatly trimmed bush through them. Gemma found the sight really quite arousing.
Just then Janet entered the toilets. She stopped when she saw Gemma, crossed her legs and her bum started bobbing up and down. She really needs to pee, thought Gemma, who found herself becoming even more aroused.
"Sorry Janet. I was just inspecting the damage. I peed myself like you did yesterday." she said, showing Janet her wet knickers.
Janet squirmed. "Oooh, that's made me need to pee. Right now".
She wasn't kidding. Gemma watched as Janet spread her legs and wet her knickers under her skirt, sighing loudly as she did so.
This brought things to a head for Gemma. She put her hand down her knickers and began to rub her clit for all she was worth. Her breathing quickened and she started to blush furiously. Janet, meanwhile, was playing with her pussy while she continued to pee through her knickers.
The two women were both really horny, and it didn't take them long to orgasm. Janet came first, her breathing becoming ragged, and this pushed Gemma over the edge. The two women stood there for a moment, faces flushed and panting softly.
Janet came round first. "Wow! I need some more tea after that. Would you like to join me?" she asked.
Gemma nodded, and the two of them exited the bathroom.
* * *
Gemma arrived home from work feeling hot and horny. Gemma had been peeing through her knickers all day, and another colleague had peed herself at her desk in the afternoon. Right now Gemma was quite desperate having been holding her pee since she left the office.
Gemma walked into the kitchen to make herself another drink when she saw that Jemma had left her a note.
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Dear Gemma,
Great fun last night. Can't wait for next time.
You free for dinner Saturday?
My number is 07700 900034. Call me.
Jemma xxx
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Gemma giggled, and then put her hand between her legs. She liked the idea of seeing Jemma again. She especially liked the idea of Jemma peeing her knickers in front of her. She got out her phone and sent Jemma a text.
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Hi Jem its Gem Saturday sounds great c u then xx
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Gemma spent an agonising few minutes busting for the loo while waiting for Jemma's response. At last, her phone went off. Gemma jumped slightly, and let go a short spurt into her knickers.
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Great will pick u up at 8 cya
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Gemma's heart leapt as warmth flooded her knickers. She gave a small thought to the kitchen floor, before deciding that she didn't care. She leaned back against the worktop and hiked up her skirt to see her pee pouring through her knickers. She rubbed herself with her other hand and quickly brought herself to orgasm.
After a few minutes, Gemma calmed down. As she cleaned up after her latest accident, she started thinking about how to introduce Jemma to peeing in her knickers.
* * *
At last, Saturday came. Gemma, along with most of the other office girls, had spent most of the week peeing herself. She hadn't felt this frisky since, well, ever, but tonight she was looking a little more intimacy. She had decided to wear a red dress, with a matching pair of knickers that she knew would not hide any "accidents" she might have.
The doorbell rang and Gemma answered it to find Jemma standing there in a near identical red dress. Jemma laughed.
"Wow, we really are in sync!. You're wearing red knickers too, aren't you?"
Gemma giggled and lifted her dress. Jemma leaned back slightly and did the same. Gemma caught a glimpse of a pair of sexy scarlet knickers, which she had to admit were more exciting than her own.
Jemma proffered her arm, Gemma accepted it, and they walked to the restaurant.
The restaurant Jemma has chosen was somewhat fancy, with dim lighting and small, elegant tables. Gemma and Jemma sat down and started chatting. It turned out they had more in common than just dress sense - they also had similar tastes in music, among other things. The wine flowed freely as they enjoyed their meal. Gemma could not recall a more pleasant evening.
They had coffees at the end of the meal. Gemma was feeling pleasantly relaxed. She also needed to pee, but her leg was touching Jemma's and she didn't want the moment to end.
Jemma leaned forward and looked her in the eyes. "So, is this your first date with a woman?" she asked, removing her shoe and rubbing Gemma's leg with her foot as she did so.
Gemma giggled shyly, and swallowed nervously. "Er, it is actually".
Jemma's eyes lit up. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." she purred as her foot made its way up Gemma's leg. "Close your eyes".
Gemma closed her eyes. She felt a light tingling sensation where Jemma was caressing her leg. When Jemma reached her knee she gasped and felt her knees spread apart ever so slightly. She could feel herself getting wet as Jemma's foot continued up her inner thigh. After a few moments Jemma brought her foot to rest just below Gemma's crotch, and began using her big toe to gently massage Gemma's clit through her knickers.
Gemma left out a soft moan and gripped the table to steady herself. She really needed to pee but she felt so good she couldn't move. Her tongue was protruding slightly and her breathing quickened. Her desperation increased with her arousal and she was now bursting for a pee.
She was certain that Jemma was going to make her cum. She was also certain that she was going to wet herself.
Consumed by pleasure, Gemma felt as if her whole body was on fire. Her cheeks were burning as she writhed in her seat. She felt her orgasm rushing towards her; she tried vainly to prolong the sensation but it was no use. She was cumming in her chair and peeing uncontrollably, wetting her dress, her knickers and Jemma's foot. He head rolled back as her pee splashed on the floor. She had expected Jemma to pull her foot back in disgust but it was still massaging her pussy, prolonging her orgasm.
At last Gemma stopped wetting herself, and she came down. She was blushing profusely, and realised she was sitting in a large, very warm puddle, and that everyone in the restaurant must have seen her. She opened her eyes and looked at Jemma, who was grinning at her.
"Wow." she breathed. "That's such a compliment. I've never made someone piss themselves before".
Gemma just giggled shyly.
Jemma continued. "I guess we need to skip the rest of the evening and go straight back to mine. You're not going to get into anywhere looking like that."
Jemma got the bill and paid for dinner, leaving a generous tip. The pair exited the restaurant and walked towards Jemma's flat. Gemma hoped it wasn't far - her knickers were cold now and the large wet patch on her dress was quite embarrassing.
"I'm sorry I spoiled your plans for the evening" she said to Jemma.
"Who said you spoiled anything. I haven't seen anything that hot in a long time." Jemma put her hand on Gemma's bum and turned her to face her. She leaned into Gemma's ear. "In fact, when you pissed yourself I almost did the same thing myself"
Gemma's heart skipped a beat. "I would have loved that" she whispered to Jemma.
"Mmm, you're a kinky one, aren't you? You're in luck, I'm dying for a piss".
Jemma stepped away and crossed her legs. "I knew I should have gone in the restaurant. I thought I could make it home, but I don't think I can." She started to hold herself through her dress.
Gemma's eyes blazed. She stumbled forwards and placed one hand atop Jemma's, while using her other hand to pull her into a deep passionate kiss. Jemma returned the kiss until her legs spasmed and Gemma felt her hand get wet.
"Oops" giggled Jemma, "I've pissed my knickers. I guess there's no point holding on any longer."
Gemma felt Jemma's warm pee flooding over her hand. Hungrily she resumed kissing Jemma and began to massage her gently with her hand while Jemma continued to wet herself. Jemma's dress quickly became soaked and her pee splashed onto the ground.
At last Jemma stopped peeing. Her face was bright red, and her nipples were hard under her dress. It was obvious to Gemma that she was very very horny.
"God that was good" she breathed. "Come on, you still owe me an orgasm."
Gemma laughed. The two women put their arms around each other and continued to Jemma's flat.
"You know", said Jemma, "I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship".
Gemma looked knowingly at her. "Just a friend?"
"You know what I mean."
Gemma turned and gave Jemma a peck on the cheek. "I know".
The two women walked off into an undoubtedly wet future. |
Carol was home alone watching TV when the phone rang. Cursing slightly, she paused her programme and went to answer it.
"Hello?"
A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"
Carol was a bit put out by this and wanted the caller to go away as quickly as possible, so she answered “Yes".
"Are you alone?"
“Yes”
"What are you wearing?"
“Jeans and a white blouse”.
"Knickers?"
"Black"
"Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet."
Carol was surprised to find that this was true.
"There's a fullness in your belly causing a pleasant tingling sensation."
Carol had to agree that the sensation she was feeling was not unpleasant.
"Give yourself a quick squeeze through your jeans"
Carol put her free hand to her crotch and grabbed her pussy.
"That's nice isn't it?"
"Mmmm"
"It will feel even better if you put your hand in your jeans."
Carol slipped her hand under the waistband of her jeans. Her knickers were slightly damp, and she began to slowly rub herself.
"You're quite aroused now. You'll need to take care of this before you go to the toilet. You'll need to be quick. You don't want to wet yourself do you?"
Carol breathed a "No" as she sighed with pleasure.
"Slip your hand into your knickers and touch your clit."
Carol did so and moaned softly as a wave of pleasure coursed throughout her body. She continued to rub herself for a few moments while the voice offered simple words of encouragement.
"You're getting desperate for a piss now. Think about how good it will feel to let it go"
Carol became aware of the fullness in her bladder. Another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"In fact, you're so desperate that you won't be able to cum without pissing yourself."
Another wave of pleasure.
"But it's too late. Your need to cum is greater than your need to piss."
Carol rubbed her clit furiously.
"You're getting close now"
Carol let out a soft "oh fuck" as she felt her orgasm building.
"Tomorrow, find a friend and tell her what you've done. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same."
"Oh fuck! Yes!"
“Well done. You’re going to cum now.”
The voice on the other end hung up the phone.
"FUUUCK!" screamed Carol as she came harder than she ever had in her life. She felt a short, hard blast of piss escape and wet her hand. She tried to stop but her ongoing orgasm overruled her and she began to completely piss her jeans. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, her fingers working busily to continue the pleasure she was feeling. Piss flooded her jeans and poured onto the floor beneath her.
Eventually, Carol came round to find herself sitting in a huge puddle, face red and breathing heavy. She'd never had an orgasm that hard or that long before. Still feeling a bit groggy, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to look at her knickers. They didn't look wet, but when she put her hand in her crotch the feeling was unmistakable.
'I really should clean this up', she thought, her hand idly rubbing her wet knickers. But that could wait.
***
The next morning Carol went into work as usual. She needed to tell someone about what had happened. She saw Sophie in the kitchen, who had wet herself the previous afternoon. Carol went over to her, hoping to garner some sympathy.
"I pissed my jeans last night". Several heads turned and she realised she should have kept her voice down. "They were soaked, it ran all down my legs and under my bum."
Sophie smiled coyly, and Carol swore she saw her nipples stiffen under her blouse.
"I need to pee actually. You coming?"
Carol felt her pussy tingle. She nodded, and the two of them headed for the toilets.
When they arrived they went straight to adjacent cubicles. Carol sat down, and lifted her skirt. She was about to pull her knickers down when she realised turned on she was. Instead, she relaxed and began to piss her knickers. She let out a moan as warmth caressed her pussy.
"You're pissing your knickers as well right?" asked Sophie, before letting out her own moan.
"Mmm-hmm"
Just then the door opened and someone else entered the remaining cubicle. From the sounds that followed it was clear the occupant was not pissing her knickers, and Carol and Sophie continued to piss and masturbate as the door opened four more times. The other woman flushed and exited her cubicle, and a new occupant took her place. This one was clearly having some fun, letting out short spurts of piss into her knickers. Carol made a mental note to try that next time.
Just then a voice piped up from outside the cubicles. It was Alison.
"Could you hurry up please? I'm about to wee myself!".
This was too much for both Carol, and she had a short, powerful orgasm. She gave herself a moment to come round, and then exited the cubicle to see Janet, Lucy and Alison waiting. Janet gave her a knowing smile as she took her place in the cubicle, while Lucy and Alison were clearly trying not to piss themselves.
'They need to learn to wet themselves', thought Carol as she went to get some tea. 'It's much more fun.'
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That's it for now. I might return to this idea in the future, it's quite versatile.
Thanks for the feedback, it is much appreciated.
Edited February 3, 2021 by OmoScripter
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“Oh Darn!” Rory mumbles to herself. As the articulate senior beauty sits there in Journalism class on that chilly autumn afternoon, she feels that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had felt it -- a somewhat more subtle feeling -- a little over an hour ago just after lunch, but she simply tried to ignore it and put the feeling out of her mind. Obviously, she knew the feeling wasn’t going to just go away, but she was simply hoping to put it off for a while -- at least until she got home from school. But now that feeling -- that familiar feeling of fullness and pressure within her bowels -- was back and most definitely quite a bit stronger than before. Again, Rory tried to wait and put the feeling out of her mind. But this time, the feeling wasn’t going away at all. This time the feeling was only becoming more urgent. Now she started to feel it push outward and the pretty and popular brunette had to clamp her butt cheeks together to prevent it happening right there in Journalism class.
Now, Rory had never been one to stubbornly avoid doing such business here at school when necessary. She knew girls like that -- girls that would just stubbornly hold it in and wait and stubbornly refuse to do it here in the girls’ rooms at school. They’d simply refuse to go at school no matter how desperate they became. Rory was certainly not like that. In fact, she thought it silly to make yourself uncomfortable holding it in like that -- especially when the girls’ room here at Chilton Academy weren’t bad at all as school bathrooms go. Still, Rory -- like just about every girl her age -- when given the choice would prefer her own bathroom at home to any of the girls’ rooms here at school. For peeing, it really didn’t matter all that much -- pretty much any decently clean bathroom was fine for that. But when it came to doing a bowel movement -- or “doing the deuce” as some of the other girls here at school would crudely say -- Rory’s own bathroom at home was unquestionably the preferred place. But with Rory’s current need continuing to make itself known -- and with 2 more periods left in the school day -- this was clearly becoming one of those days when she simply needed to take care of such business at school.
“Well, no use fighting it,” the pretty honor student thinks to herself. “Ma’am?” Rory, raising her hand, asks her teacher politely, “May I please go to the girls’ room?” Especially with Mrs. O’Malley, Rory knew, of course, how important it was to ask “May I?” instead of “Can I?” Even so, Mrs. O’Malley didn’t like it when class was interrupted. “Is it an emergency?” she, annoyed, asks Rory. Rory wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. “Well, I do have to go, Ma’am,” she tells her teacher. “O.K. -- go ahead,” she tells Rory. “Hurry back,” Mrs. O’Malley adds as Rory heads out the classroom door.
The nearest girls’ room was just down the hall and Rory headed there with deliberate pace.
At first glance, the girls’ rooms at Chilton with their pedestal sinks and old-fashioned wooden stall partitions, would seem old and rundown. But a closer look would reveal a certain charm and elegance. And kept as clean and well-maintained as they typically were, the weren’t at all unpleasant to use. This particular girls’ room had 6 sinks along one wall and 6 stalls along the other. Rory headed quickly for the farthest stall along the side wall. That was the stall that most girls typically went to -- “stall #2” it was euphemistically called -- when they needed to do more than just pee. Happily for Rory there was no other girls in there at the time but the convenience of that particular stall -- with a wall on one side and only one adjoining stall -- assured at least a little more privacy for when girls had to handle that particular kind of business here at school.
Quickly checking the toilet seat for cleanliness and noting an adequate supply of toilet paper, Rory carefully bolts the stall door shut. She likes how the wooden stall doors fit tightly to minimize gaps in the stall partitions and how they all have secure locks to protect a girl’s privacy. Reaching under her Chilton uniform skirt, Rory quickly pulls down her panties and makes herself comfortable on the toilet seat. Relaxing her tight control, she’s a bit surprised that her bowel movement is not immediately forthcoming. Giving it a little push at first and then a little harder push, Rory then feels it starting. A small dribble of pee comes out as well. Once started it’s all quite easy and pleasant. Rory just sits and lets it happen -- It isn’t at all painful coming out and it doesn’t even need another push at all. But it is indeed a large and solid bowel movement and it does take it’s sweet time in sliding itself out. The pretty senior brunette just sits there relaxed and lets her bowels do their work pushing it out. Eventually -- finally! -- she starts to feel it taper off and then drop from her behind.
Rory breaths a sigh of relief. She sits a moment and just enjoys the feeling of relief at having dropped such a substantial load and she’s happy she decided to do it now in school rather than trying to wait to do it at home later. And she’s also happy at having the privacy of being alone in the girls’ room when she did it. Reaching for the toilet paper, she can tell immediately it’s not quite as nice as her toilet paper at home but it’s not quite as bad as some of the toilet paper she’s encountered in other public bathrooms. She rolls herself a thick wad and runs it through the crack of her behind. For such a seemingly solid bowel movement, Rory is surprised that the toilet paper comes out as dirty as it does. Rolling herself another thick wad, she repeats the process. This time the toilet paper is a bit cleaner, of course, but still surprisingly dirty. This turns out to be a considerably more difficult job of cleaning herself than Rory had expected. She rolls herself a third thick wad and this time it seems she’s making more progress. She refolds the same toilet paper wad and gives herself another wipe -- this time digging deeper to really get her butt clean. Taking another look at the toilet paper, she sees the job is just about done. Rolling herself just one more wad -- Rory really hates getting skidmarks in her panties -- she gives herself one more deep wipe for good measure. This time the toilet paper comes back virtually clean and Rory decides she’s done. Taking one more bit of toilet paper -- this time scrunching it rather than folding it -- she dries herself after having peed a bit before.
Standing and pulling up her panties, Rory then turns to look at what she’s done in the toilet. Suffice to say, she’s impressed with herself. For such a skinny girl, Rory typically does do impressive bowel movements -- healthful eating and a good bit of coffee to keep things moving along, I suppose -- but this one is impressive even by those standards. It’s all one long, thick, healthy-looking log -- surrounded now in the toilet bowl by a good bit of toilet paper. Flushing it, it first has a bit of trouble going down -- the thick log and a good bit of toilet converging and causing a bit of a clog at the bottom of the bowl. But just as quickly -- as the water momentarily circles and rises in the bowl -- the water pressure in the large, old-fashioned toilet clears the clog and takes it all down. Rory breaths a sigh at relief at that.
Over at the sinks, Rory meticulously washes her hands and carefully dries them. She quickly checks herself in the mirror and smoothing her skirt back into place, she dutifully heads back to Journalism class. Re-entering the classroom, she gets a disapproving look from Mrs. O’Malley -- the disapproval, obviously, being at Rory being gone as long as she was. But Rory, making eye contact back, somehow manages to convey that this wasn’t simply a matter of her having to pee. Mrs. O’Malley gets the message and nods to Rory that she understands and it’s alright. |
Hey everyone. I was never sure where interest was for this story, but I've posted quite a few chapters already as separate threads, and from now on am consolidating them all in here instead. Hopefully you enjoy my little project that is becoming quite a huge undertaking. 😄
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6: A Warm Welcome
It had been three weeks since Bethany’s move to the island. The “new normal” was not getting easier as she was promised. Each day of seeing others in ultra-casual dress did help erode the last insecurities she had about her clothes. But in turn, the sense that no one so much as whispered about a need for the toilet, ever, meant more effort went into hiding the working of her own bladder, spoiled after a lifetime of easy relief. The gentle treatment she had received as a newcomer was not destined to last. The judgment she had expected for improper dress instead bore down on her “accommodation” visits, the pressure intensifying when her otherwise sweet grandparents joined in too. They never raised their concerns directly, but found chances in conversation to slip in a way to remind her it was time to “be a lady.” Hearing their veiled jabs usually caused a tight feeling in her chest.
Not that she ever stopped enjoying a sneaky squirt or two in her panties when she could get away with it. Sometimes she was too far from salvation and had no choice. Other times, despite her mom’s adamant warning not to, she just felt like it. These were the squirts that were more frequent, and longer. Letting some out on purpose, an act that used to be a drastic last resort back home, had since turned into a regular habit. She chalked it up to teenage rebelliousness, but had even begun to choose her clothes for how good they were for “tinkling.” The cutesy name was what she called it when she let out drips and trickles steadily, but slowly enough not to get caught. Light-colored jeans took only minimal wetness before an obvious spot showed up. Dark bottoms offered some forgiveness even if she soaked through her underwear. If she was careful, black panties on their own or long skirts were the choices for maximum slow-peeing freedom. Occasionally, such as when away from home for too long, “tinkling” was for stopping a worse accident. Other times, she did it because it was fun, felt good, and saved her from criticism about announcing her urge. If anyone ever noticed the smell, they did not dare mention it. The enjoyment was enough to balance the shame she kept for such a sordid secret. Some days, the local attitude about toilet habits got to her, and she planned to try harder to adapt to island culture. Other days, it was just pee, and the old fogeys would have to deal.
Maybe school would be a chance to get away from family for awhile and ease the tension. Bethany’s mom had enrolled her for the coming year at Baccalieu 6-12, the big public school downtown. She had gotten the envelope containing a letter about orientation day along with her class schedule and the student handbook. She lounged on her bed in the same knitted shirt she had worn to court (and had soaked with pee that day) above grey panties, thumbing through the stapled booklet.
A lot of it was the same stuffy policies she expected. Admonitions about treating people with respect, the handling of tardiness/absence, the grading scale, blah blah. However, the dress code was the first bit to catch her interest. It read:
Clothing must cover the genitals and buttocks at all times. An exception is made for swimming activities, in which swimwear is optional.
“...That’s it?” she said aloud, giggling at the graphic terms. There were more ways to violate her old school’s dress code than there were types of clothing in the world. This was its polar opposite, so much that it had her sympathizing with the staff, gaping in shock while imagining the possible ways Cress students could show off. And regarding the second part, she had made progress about body confidence, but doubted whether she could ever bring herself to be completely naked in front of everyone.
Bethany read on, discovering a single rule about the clothes themselves: Garments must be clean and not display offensive symbols or messages, appropriateness being subject to interpretation by any teacher or administrator.
Some help the handbook was with figuring out what to wear. Normal dress for the island ranged from familiar to sleepwear. It would have made for a stress-free guess if it did not involve the expectations of a school. Not sticking out on her first day might prove difficult. But then, there was always orientation.
Before her shower the morning of the school visit, she had laid two pairs of jeans on the counter in the bathroom. They were hardly visible through the fogged shower stall glass once she got in, but their colors were enough to go on. Her eyes flicked from the dark blue pair to the white ones and back, but soon, her bladder gave a squeeze. She crossed one knee over the other until remembering there was no need to hold it.
Do Cress people pee in the shower? she thought. Probably not. Hopefully her grandma did not decide to come in now, like she had that other time. Feeling bratty, Bethany stepped out of the water spray, stood with her feet together, and tried to pee. By the extra warmth alone she tracked the chaotic flow down her thighs. Looking down confirmed it was dark yellow. At least during her recent wetting experiences, it never smelled this strongly.
Eyes closed, she giggled in bliss before the stream dwindled. Better to enjoy it while she could before returning attention to the jeans. The toilets at school might not be open, so depending on her outfit choice today, that might be the last chance she would have to pee until the whole thing was over. If she chose the white jeans, there was no question about it: she would have to hold on tight. However, going with (and tinkling in) the dark ones meant she would have to keep on top of laundry, as school started for real on Monday, and that was her last clean pair that were good for hiding wetness.
Better to take her chances with the white ones today. Worse came to worst and there was no chance to go at school, at least she would only be there for a few hours. She pulled them over wine-red panties and paired them with a mottled, pale blue t-shirt.
“No juice?” her mom said at breakfast.
Bethany was thirsty enough, but had already suffered some amount of milk with her cereal. More liquid might challenge her ability to keep it in later. “No, thanks. I’m kind of tired of apple juice.”
“That’s okay,” her mom said, whisking the juice away to return it to the container, “We’ve got water, tea, coffee, more milk, a little bit of soda… you should drink something. I don’t want you spacing out at school or getting sick.”
Rolling her eyes, she resigned. “Ice water is fine I guess.” She let her mom serve it and drank a few mouthfuls. It was clearly her nerves, as she had just emptied herself. Still, she could have sworn the water tumbled straight back into her bladder, forcing her knees together.
At this point, another cause to worry hit her. Turning her feet on the hardwood reminded her that the only shoes available were the pair of flip flops she had worn on the plane-- the ones whose once-white foam now sported swathes of a frightful, cloudy yellow. What would she say if confronted about it? She contemplated going without. The handbook seemed to allow it, and in turn, said “garments must be clean.” She would be more inside the rules that way. But to apply it to shoes? That was just unrealistic. She decided to wear them anyway, hoping no one would notice. Less chance of drawing attention to herself.
Bethany’s dad had taken the morning off work to attend the open house portion with the other two ladies. He drove his smaller truck, so Bethany was stuck in between her parents. She leafed through the handbook and made sure her mechanical pencil was secure in the spiral binding of a notebook, brought just in case.
Her dad rubbed Bethany’s back. “This will be good for you, B,” he said, “Get you away from the old people for a little while.”
She smiled weakly. “Might be nice,” she admitted. That part was not a lie, but her thoughts lingered close to her bladder. She had challenged herself to hold before. But now, in front of classmates in her most unforgiving pair of pants, she was playing for keeps.
The view from the crowded school parking lot helped soothe her nerves about fitting in. The other kids followed no particular formula for what to wear. Some were in “normal” clothes like her, others were more brazen about cool styles or showing skin, and a few sported as little as the rules allowed.
Orientation progressed about how she expected it to. The rhythm of getting lost, finally finding the right room with moments to spare, and sitting for a brief introduction to each class in turn might as well have been at any school back home.
As much as she had been going through the motions, adjusting to a new school was still not something that happened every day. The effort of processing everything, and the ready availability of refreshments everywhere meant she had drunk the better part of two water bottles before wondering if that had been wise. She was just sitting down for world history when the revelation, alongside all the water at once, hit her.
Bethany must have channeled a true Cress when putting thoughts of peeing far from her mind. But now having teased the notion, there was no going back. Her bladder bulged against the waistband of her white jeans, its warm contents driving a nail into her crotch from the inside.
She bent forward at her desk and sucked air through her gritted teeth. What was she supposed to do? Her parents stood with the others in the back of the room, so they did not immediately know there was a problem. Latecomers were still filtering in, so no students paid attention either. Thankfully the squeeze between her legs settled into a steady weight after a few seconds. At least she had gotten over the acute wave, both dry and unnoticed.
“Bethanyyy!” a voice called from the door. The sight made Bethany’s jaw drop. Mary Ellen waved to her in a sleeveless, sheer dress, its blue lace a shade nearly identical to Bethany’s shirt. It did nothing to hide Mary Ellen’s meager breasts with their broad nipples, or the sparse patch of hair between her legs. She had a hoodie slung over her shoulder as if it were simply an accessory while grinning broadly at her new acquaintance. She tugged a pinch of the negligee away from herself to point out the color, saying “We match!”
It’s no big deal, Bethany reminded herself. Some other students dressed similarly, but she did not know them and thought nothing of it. That’s just how it is here. Another girl nearby confirmed it for her, noticing her shock. “You’re lucky she’s even wearing that much. The only thing that child wears outside of school is usually her braces.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes in mock resignation.
Mary Ellen claimed the desk beside Bethany, dropping her smile when getting a better look at her new friend. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Bethany answered, betting everything on her performance.
Bethany had figured her voice was convincing enough, so it must have been her rigid posture that did her in. Mary Ellen’s eyebrows turned up in suspicion. “If you say so,” she said, dropping her voice to a whisper to add, “Otherwise tell me when you’re ready, please?”
Biting her lip, the trembling girl nodded at her friend. Mary Ellen was being an angel; Bethany wanted to spill the secret to her as badly as she wanted to spill her pee. But there was no telling the native islander would react well to such a crude confession. For now, in both ways, she held it.
The teacher, Mr. Maxwell, had written his name on the board before the period began, but just now cleared his throat. Most of the students quieted down on their own.
“Welcome everyone. To some of you, welcome back,” Mr. Maxwell announced, his voice deep and resonant. The way he leveled his sharp, hazel-eyed gaze at the students made Bethany question if any of them were indeed welcome instead of barely tolerated. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows. “I suppose I’ve seen all of you at least once before, except… Bethany.” He looked at her and smiled with surprising warmth. “It’s not every day we see somebody new here, so please don’t hesitate to speak up. We’re all here for each other.”
Her drum-taut bladder flexed. She would have pressed a hand to her crotch, or even freely let some out if she could get away with it. The situation made her think of a few days ago, when she had borrowed her grandpa’s bicycle to explore the lighthouse. The weather was still temperate enough in early September that throwing a baggy flannel shirt over her usual tank top and briefs was enough to cut the afternoon chill. It was the first time she had gone downtown unaccompanied, and seeing more than the walls of her bedroom was long overdue. Besides, peeing in her own toilet or limiting herself to little sneaky runnels in her underwear was getting boring.
She clambered over the wave-worn boulders around the base of the tower. When she dared to dip her feet in a puddle, it was predictably frigid. The cold water numbed the soreness gained from picking her way barefoot over the rough terrain. The shock of it, however, also made her bladder twinge.
This late in the day, the lighthouse had seen the majority of its fishing and tourism. There was a couple on the observation deck high above Bethany’s head, but her flannel shirt covered her to the thigh, and this was too good an opportunity to give up by being a chicken. Her heart fluttered for the next few moments in anticipation of what she was about to do. She picked a spot, standing with her legs gently crossed. When her bladder gave another push, she focused on letting it happen.
Cress’ peculiarities aside, taking in such a view while letting the flow cup her legs and privates in its rippling warmth had never crossed her mind back in midwestern suburbia. Now, she almost grieved for all the years spent unaware of how much enjoyment came from getting a little wet with the wrong kind of liquid. She closed her eyes, feeling the dwindling drops racing down to cool under her feet.
This new brush with disaster, however, was not turning out so well. Returning from her daydream, too many eyes were on her. The alternative to pressing a hand between her legs was a shiver and a quick spurt. She was supposed to hold on for not only the end of the class, but the trip back home. Either gradually from now until she got to a toilet, or all at once in a major accident, her pee was not staying put. That much was certain.
“Actually, I do have a question,” she said, blushing even before the next word, “Can I go to the bathroom?”
The other students started whispering. Mr. Maxwell stared at her with twisted brow. “Excuse me?”
Bethany caught her mistake. “Sorry, the accommodation?”
Mr. Maxwell put down the stack of papers he had prepared to pass out. “I understood what you were asking for. That was your chance to change your mind about being crude.” He sighed and addressed her again. “I understand things are probably different where you’re from, so this one time, yes. You’ll want to go to the clinic across from the front office.”
Bethany’s parents were silent. Mary Ellen pouted sympathy at her as she stood up to leave.
In the hallway, Bethany railed to herself through gritted teeth, This place sucks! Someone who has to pee gets treated like a freak of nature. How am I supposed to keep my clothes clean and also not go to the bathroom! The swell of anger and the action of brisk walking seemed to make it easier to hold, but not for long. Her bladder gave another urgent push.
Stopping to cross her legs and squeeze her muscles to the limit, she avoided another leak. Somehow. Perhaps she had gotten a little better at holding as of late. However, the habit she had developed since moving to the island of frequently wetting on purpose might be enacting its revenge. Being clothed was not the hindrance to her pee coming out that it used to be. Even before reaching her bitter end, the release of a warm dribble or even a noisy stream was never more than a breath away.
The hallway intersection was just ahead. Beyond it, relief. But Bethany had been in town long enough to know better than to hope it would be easy. Access to the toilet would be behind the school nurse and an explanation why she needs it-- measures that apparently the entire nation had decided were necessary and welcome. The hallway at the moment was empty, and if an accident was coming, she could do it without an audience.
Or if an accident was coming, other options invisible to her before turned into real choices. Not good ones, but better than ruining her first day with a devastating public wetting, and receiving another pointless earful from whatever authority figure got to her first. Whimpering and trembling as another wave of pressure reared up, she shot glances in every direction, begging for an answer. She could go directly on the floor. There would be no privacy apart from the hallway’s temporary emptiness, and the sound would echo through the entire building. The puddle would be damning, especially if she tracked some away on her shoes.
Better idea-- there was a tree in a large plant pot beside a row of lockers. She could perch herself on the side and pee into the soil. There was far less risk of things going horribly wrong. She swallowed through parched palate. It would have to do.
Her eyes dashed over every visible door while shaking hands undid her jeans button. Her lavender panties had a big wet spot for having absorbed only one spurt. At least they would not be tested anymore at the moment. She had barely gotten them clear of the stream that came shooting out. The pee flew before she was fully in position on the pot, with some hitting the back of her pants and more landing with an echoing splat on the hardwood. Not good, but at least the rest was burbling safely against the inside of the pot.
She briefly closed her eyes and dared to let out a quiet moan. The enjoyment of these frantic pees was almost worth the misfortune of reaching the critical point time after time. But even in the midst of relief now, complete peace of mind was still out of reach. This was taking forever! So far, her luck with privacy held, but in seconds, another problem arose. Her butt and inner thighs were getting wet even with her legs apart. She carefully clambered to a hovering position and looked down. The tree was fake, and the soil that appeared to fill the pot covered a false bottom only an inch or two beneath the rim. The thin layer of soil was not absorbing her pee as fast as it was coming, and it had begun to spill between her legs over the side.
She pulled up her pants once the stream subsided, not risking trying to dry off. The sheen of spilled pee on her private areas would just have to stay her secret.
Everyone looked her way when she returned, but Bethany kept her eyes down while shuffling to her seat. Her time in the spotlight for today was over; even Mary Ellen could not get her to talk. Bethany began to feel bad for ignoring her friend, but the chance to explain would come. The rest of orientation passed in a haze. On the way home, her parents stayed mostly silent as well. It was all she would have asked of them. |
This thread will contain stories about Sandi, a character very inspired by myself and my own life, but she´s a little bit more exposed to bad luck and misjudgment consequences. Expect a lot of embarrassment, and some fetishist joy too.
PART 1: HOLDING CHALLENGE DIDN´T GO AS PLANNED
My boyfriend who never had any interest in omo before we met, was getting more and more involved in my fetish. So far it had been me doing the active parts, but he´d been curious to try some himself, and we decided to have a holding challenge. We had been away for a visit in another city, and the plan was to start holding on our way back to my place. I had noticed since we started dating that he didn´t visit bathrooms often, so he probably would have a rather big and strong bladder, I supposed. As I knew letting go in the pants could be difficult the first times, and I really wanted the evening to end up with both of us wetting ourselves at home, I thought we needed to prepare well. We decided to have our last pee in a restaurant before the three hour train ride back. Then during the ride we kept drinking water, about a liter. Already two hours later we both started to feel it, and were a little bit excited. When we reached the city to change trains it was worse, but still no danger. I knew my own limits well and had no doubts we wouldn´t make it home, so I went to buy some juice, while he waited by the train.
When I got back and we sat down, I noticed that he looked really tense. “It´s bad, it´s really bad” he said, and a broad smile got on my face. “What´s that look?” he smiled. “I didn´t know you had such a sadistic side!”. Actually witnessing others desperation (friends or strangers ) had never turned me on, but when it was my partner, it appeared to be different. I loved to watch him struggle there on the opposite seat.
The train departed. He kept asking me how many minutes was left till we got home, and it was 40 minutes with train, 10 minutes walk. “I don’t´think i´ll make it…” he said. Just to tease him I took the liter of cranberry juice from my bag and drank almost half of it. He couldn´t sit still and changed positions, tried to stand up for a while, then sitting down again. I touched his thigh and it was really stiff. He touched mine and it annoyed him to find me so soft and relaxed. Sure my bladder was filling up, but still no worries, for me. He was worried. Counting the minutes again, they went really slow.
And at some point there it wasn´t fun for me either. With 15 minutes left he felt like he was on the edge of losing control, and his kidneys started hurting. He said “I´m sorry, I just can´t do this” and got up to use the train toilet, and of course I didn´t try to stop him. Him having an accident on the train was never my plan, it was way too much for someone just trying to indulge in his girlfriend´s weird kinks, and I would feel so bad if that would happen.
He came back much sooner than I thought, with a “fuck, toilet´s out of order, I don’t know what to do, how many minutes left?” “12”, I said. He sat down. “Seriously, i´m not gonna make it, fuck, i´ll piss my pants any second now” he moaned. To our luck we were alone in this part of the train, so nobody heard us or knew what was going on, at least not yet. But as much as I loved this as a fantasy, now it was reality. This was my stupid idea, why the hell didn´t we start our hold safely at home? I saw now that he was really panicking, and I couldn´t do anything to help. I looked at his face and realised by his expressions that it was right in this moment he was starting to lose control. Then the first little spurt was seen in the front of his grey jeans, and the next one a few seconds later made the dark wet patch grow even more, despite all of his efforts to hold it back. To do just something I quickly took my own hoodie off, and handed it to him, “pee on this one”. He grabbed it, pressed it hard against his crotch and I think by then he resigned and stopped fighting for a while. I couldn´t see anything first, but I heard the hissing sound of him peeing hard through his jeans into my folded sweater. Some of it still dripped down on the floor, and there was a patch on his left thigh before he managed to regain control and stop the flood, still with his bladder probably half full.
I think by now I was the one blushing the most. “I´m so sorry” I said. Sitting there with my soaked hoodie on his lap he had a weird embarrassed look on his face and said “well at least it feels a little better now”. I didn´t know if I was allowed to smile but when I saw he had one growing on his face I did.
“I guess I´m the winner”, I said. And he started laughing a little bit. “Our things never really go as planned do they?” I said, referring to our last kinky play at home, where the whole point was that I´d be bursting and have an accident, but no matter how much I had been drinking my bladder stayed calm and easy like never before.
“At least we saved the seat and most of the floor”, I said,“Just use the bag in front of you when we get off the train, the streets will be dark and empty, nobody will notice”. But I still felt bad. If one of us should have a public wetting like this it should have been the one actually fantasizing about it, the one who could have aroused herself and other omo-fans by writing about it in the “wetting experience”-section on omoorg afterwards.
Now my own bladder started to discomfort me, but I looked at the clock, just 4 minutes left, so no problem. I´d be perfectly full to have a nice wetting in the shower when we got home. Then the train suddenly stopped, in the middle of the forest between two stations. Probably just a red signal and a train passing by I thought, but then the voice of the driver was heard in the speaker. “the train ahead of us just had some kind of accident, probably just an animal getting hit, but the police must search through the area before we can move on” Ok… I knew just too well what that meant. If there was an accident with a human involved at least two hours delay, if not, maybe one. I started to regret that juice I had been drinking 30 minutes ago, knowing it would soon start reaching my bladder. Could I still make it? It was not too bad right now, but one more hour?
“At least now you get to see me really desperate” I said, half an hour later, when the train still wasn´t moving. I was squirming around, breathing, shifting positions, had a feeling that my heavy bladder would explode into my pants if I just relaxed a tiny little bit. And then the waves began. The bladder wanted to empty and started to show no mercy. It started contracting in intervals of a few minutes. I had to use all my power to fight it every time, feeling the burning pain of the sphincter still strong enough, but not for long, as I felt my muscles beginning to slip. My boyfriend was looking at me, now he was the one with a sadistic smile. “How is it going? Not so tough right now are you? “ he said, and then I had another stronger spasm, and I felt it, the pee pushed itself out and warmed my seat a little bit. “It´s not going great” I moaned, as I kept fighting to not let go of anything more, and to my relief the bladder eased down for a while, and I could relax.
But the train was still not moving. The train conductor was walking in the train to inform about not having any new information and see if everyone was ok. “Just keep going” I wished in my head as she was passing us by, but she stopped. My boyfriend probably had the same feeling, sitting there with the sweater over his knees, covering the small puddle with his feet the best he could. “Are you alright? You want some water?” she said, and my bf said “No, we´re fine.” I couldn´t really respond right then, as another wave of desperation was building up and I actually felt myself starting to pee for a few seconds in the same moment that the train conductor kept moving. I had some relief from the spurt, but still I had to fight to stop it when all my body wanted was to let it keep flowing, and that hurted. Nothing showed on my legs yet if I kept them together, but I knew the seat by now must have a huge wet spot. So here I was, the one always careful about not damaging anyones property or causing a mess while playing around with my kink. Now I was actually wetting myself on a train seat.
I was occupied with my own struggle and hadn´t really noticed how my boyfriend got quiet, when I suddenly heard a pattering sound, and it wasn´t me. I looked down and saw a steady stream go down his jeansleg and it was pouring into his shoe and on to the floor. That sight made even me lose control, pee started to stream out in my pants, made my whole bottom wet and warm, gathered on the seat between my legs until it overflowed down to the floor and contributed to my boyfriends puddle. We still just let loose enough to regain control again, but the damage was done, both our seats wet, and a remarkable puddle on the floor. At least there was one good thing with a train not moving – the pee stayed where it was and didn´t spread all over the floor.
We just silently looked at each other. So now what? I knew the train conductor would pass by again, and maybe some other passengers too. When I heard the footsteps I quickly took the cranberry juice out of my bag and poured some on the floor. The dark red liquid mixed itself with our dilluted pee to a pink colour. I wasn´t sure if that had been a good idea, now the mess we created was even more obvious… The conductor stopped at our place, while I still had the juice package in my hand, looking down at the messy floor with a pounding heart. “Sorry, a little accident… “ I said, with my legs pressed together, covering the wet patches still showing on my crotch and thighs with my left arm. She was looking at us for a second, and I could tell she was wondering what was going on, knowing that we were hiding something. I was just hoping that she didn´t get the full picture, two sober adults both wetting themselves at the same time. Really, how likely is that to happen? “Alright, i´ll bring some paper towels” she said, and left. I was on the way of saying i´d come with her so that she didn´t have to get back here, but then I remembered how wet I was, and that I had to stay sitting down covering myself the best I could.
The conductor actually never came back with the towels, instead she made an announcement that the police didn´t find anything and we were finally moving with a 70 minutes delay… We reached our stop, and rushed off the train, dared not to look back at what we left behind. I leaked a little bit with every step I took. A few other people got off at our station too, and we decided to stop to make them go ahead before we started walking in the same direction. Now we were alone on the street, not a soul in sight. “Im not gonna make it home” my bf said. Me neither.
We got to a darker part of the sidewalk, and stopped there, in the shadows not reached by the streetlights. I said “Come here”. We embraced and I relaxed, I finally let it all go. A heavy hot stream filled my already soaked pants and gushed down my legs. He took my hand, placed it on his crotch, and stopped breathing for a second. I could feel how the cold wet fabric suddenly got warm under my hand, and his pee was running through my fingers as he sighed in relief. I was flying, and he knew that. “So this is what turns you on, you perv…”, he smiled.
Edited October 5, 2021 by Tellnoone
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PART 2: I SPILLED SOME WATER
We´ll go back a little bit in time now, and I´m gonna tell you about something that happened before my partner knew about my wetting kink. I had been meaning to tell him, just constantly debating if it would be worth it or not, ending up in not finding the courage. Meanwhile I was still wetting myself in my alone time, and was enjoying it a lot. Maybe that was enough, at least that was what I told myself.
John and I didn´t live together, but often spent the weekends at my place or his. This time we had been hanging around for over a week because we had Christmas vacations. This means I hadn´t had the chance to wet or even read omo stuff online for a while, and the urge grew so strong I couldn´t really think of anything else. We had great morning sex, but my head was spinning, and wetting scenarios came up in my mind in the middle of everything. It made me come fast, but I also felt a little bit guilty when I drifted away like that. Later when we were making lunch I was watching John, the outlines of his semi hard on in his jeans caught my eye, and then I had this image of a small dark spot appearing in that area, slowly growing, starting to spread down his thigh, oh, it would look amazing in those light blue jeans... He caught me staring at his crotch and started laughing at my blushing face. For fuck´s sake, I needed to do something about this urge!
We were watching a movie, when John said he really needed some exercise, and asked me if I´d join him for a long walk in the snow after we finished the film. It was a beautiful winter´s day, and I wanted to join in, but I also realised I now had my chance…
“I have some computer work to do still, with the association” I said. I really did, that wasn´t a lie. But I was already starting to get hot with anticipation at the thought of what I could do while he was away. I sneaked into the kitchen to get myself a big glass of water before we kept watching the movie.
When it was done and he finally started looking for his gloves I was already a little squirmy. I made myself ready, brought another glass of water to my desk, and waited for him to get going. He would take the trail around the lake, that takes at least two hours, so I wasn´t really in a hurry, but I just couldn´t wait.
I put on my favourite wetting jeans, the light grey ones, sat on my white wooden chair and first just enjoyed the hot anticipation, stroking the dry surface on the inside of my thighs with my hand, knowing these pants would soon not be so dry anymore. I opened my mail box, to scroll through some of the correspondence I hadn´t yet read, but the only thing I could concentrate on was the increasing tingle between my legs.
I just wanted to… wet myself. Now!
I leaned back in my chair, tried to relax, could feel the pee gather close to the urethrea opening, just not yet pouring out. Then the urge came and I was breathing hard and heavy as I allowed my pee to start leaking into my panties. Just a little spurt at first. Still enough to soak through my jeans immediately and I could feel my seat getting warm and wet.
After reading one e-mail, then realizing I hadn´t actually read one word of it, I gave up on working, opened a new window, and typed the forbidden address, omorashi.org. So many new stories I hadn´t read yet. A user called Tellnoone was my favourite, we seemed to have a lot in common and I liked her style of writing, so when I found a new experience from her I was eager to read it, and as I started with it I gave in to another wonderful urge. The pee was now spreading into my pants with a little hiss. I didn´t pee for a long time, but after I finished I could still see and feel the patches slowly growing. I kept reading, and at the next urge I spread my legs, and looked down to see the light yellow puddle of dilluted pee forming on the chair between my thighs. I loved that relaxed and careless feeling of just sitting here, sipping from the glass of water, having my bladder keep filling up, and as soon as it wanted to empty some of it´s content, I could just let it happen. Next spurt lasted longer and gave more relief. I could hear the pattering sound as the pee went down from the edge of the chair when I peed faster than the pants could absorb. And it felt soo freaking good!
I wanted to touch myself, but I didn´t want to get pee on my keyboard, so I didn´t yet, was just trying to get some stimulance by moving and squirming around, rubbing myself against the warm and wet layers of fabric that was between me and the chair. I peed some more, the patches kept growing. Between my legs my thighs were now remarkably wet, in these jeans that showed it off so perfectly. The wet patches under me had also grown up on my back and the sides of the legs. As soon as it started to cool down I rewet the pants, made them all warm and cozy again.
The sound of neighbour walking up the stairs startled me a little bit, but I looked at the watch and relaxed again. John had only been out for half an hour, I still had time to sit here for another while before getting everything cleaned up.
Then I heard the door opening. And I just froze. This just wasn´t happening.
“Hi! I must buy some proper winter shoes, these really suck, after slipping and almost falling all the way down to the lake I just gave up and headed back. It was nice outside, not too cold, but it was just too much of a struggle to walk. So how´s it going?” my boyfriend babbled as he put his jacket off and passed me by without even looking at me. He was going to the tap to pour himself a glass of water.
“It´s going fine!” I answered quickly. I had at least managed to turn down the omopage in time and was now staring at my mailbox with my head rushing through excuses for me sitting hear in soaked jeans with a big puddle at my feet. He hadn´t yet noticed, I still had this small hope that he would just go to the living room, and then I´d be able to sneak into the bathroom. But I had no such luck.
“So what are you working on right now?” he said, he came closer, he was now on my side, and even if I looked straight into my screen in front of me, still frozen and stiff, unable to take actions, I could feel it in the air when it happened, when he noticed. He stopped. Got quiet. I could feel him staring at me. He knew I knew what he saw. But to buy me some time I still pretended like nothing was up.
“We´re gonna have this annual meeting next week… I need to go through some boring paragraphs… next years budget balance…you know…” I mumbled, while my now cold and wet legs started to shake.
“Ok… sounds a bit boring yeah” he said, with the voice of someone with his mind somewhere else, and I could feel his eyes wandering from my screen, then down to my wet pants, further down to the puddle and then landing on my face.
“Ehm…” he said, waiting for me to make eye contact. I did for a short moment, and his eyes told me he was waiting for an explanation.
“I spilled some water” I said. I knew it was just ridiculous. The whole tension in my body, the blushing face, it could not be caused by such a simple thing as a spilled glass of water. If it would have been just the puddle and the wet patches on my crotch and thighs It could have worked. But I saw how his eyes wandering down my pants, the whole underside of my pants wet as well, and the back of my calves. But he didn´t seem to confront me right away, as he pretended to buy my excuse.
“Ok, should I help you wipe it up?”
“No! I´ll do it myself!” I panicked, but remained seated.
He was just standing there. There was an awkward silence between us. But when I quickly looked up on his face I could see he wasn´t embarrassed, he almost looked amused, still a little bit concerned. He smiled briefly and said “This isn´t water, right?”
I gave up. It was too obvious. I just had to face it, he knew I´d wet myself, how could it be something else? And then I reached for second best excuse, highly embarrassing but not as bad as the truth.
“No it isn´t. I… had a little… accident, I… got too caught up in my work…”
“Ok…” he said, still with that somewhat amused voice. “You got so caught up with those boring paragraphs you forgot to go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah”. I said.
He kept looking at me in silence. Breathing in as if he was going to say something, then remaining silent, as if waiting for me to talk. I was still just sitting there, staring mostly in front of me, still shaking a little bit. Never had my wet pants felt so cold before, clinging to my body in such an intrusive way. One of my legs almost cramped by all this tension and when I changed it´s position a little bit I felt the pee from the puddle I had created soak the heel of my sock.
“Ok…” he said, finally starting to speak. “Some things fall into place now, but far from everything, so you need to help me here. I mean… I have seen these jeans hung up to dry a couple of times before but I have never seen you wear them, and… it just seems odd that… Come on. Whatever it is, it´s fine, but just… Tell me. What´s going on?”
Ok. I knew now that this was it, time had finally come. But this was not the way I wanted it to be. I had pictured us pillow talking, all nice, calm and cuddly. When the moment felt just right, I would have casually brought up it up. “Do you have any other kinks than the ones you already showed me… some weird fantasies or whatever?” I would say, and then, whatever he would tell me was not the important thing, I would only wait for him to throw the question back at me, and he would realise I wanted him to do just that. He´d ask.
And I would say it. “There is something I never told you, and I really don´t need you to participate in it if it´s not your cup of tea but… I kinda like peeing my pants.” And he would be surprised but glad I could be honest with him, and I´d be relieved. And then… what would happen next… no I hadn´t let myself go much further in those thoughts unless in my horniest moments of alone time.
Oh, that sweet talk would have been SO MUCH better than to shock him like this, getting caught sitting here in my own puddle, forced to explain. But I´d just have to deal with it. Now. Nothing could get worse than it already was.
“Ok”. I said. “I like this. It turns me on.”
“You mean you´re doing it on purpose?”
“Yeah” I said. “I´m sorry”. Blushing even more now, looking down.
“Hey…” he came closer, he put a warm hand on my shoulder, he gently embraced me and put his nose in my hair. “It´s ok. I love you. I´m a little bit surprised, but… If you´re enjoying this, that´s fine. You could´ve just told me”.
“I wanted to. I was going to. I really really didn´t want you to find it out this way. “
“Oh fuck, I´m really sorry, I… walked in on something you wanted to keep private and…”
“It´s not your fault, I shouldn´t have…”
“Stop. It´s ok. It´s perfectly fine. But tell me now…”
He kept holding me in his most assuring way, I was overwhelmed by the warmth I felt from him, and I could start telling him. That I had been interested in wetting all my life, but always hiding it. That I used to wet in the shower, sometimes outside too. I even told him about the one time I had secretly peed my swimsuit a little bit at the beach sitting next to him. He hadn´t noticed.
When he said he never really thought that this was at thing someone could have as a kink, I was hesitating for a short while, and then I thought “what the heck” and I opened a new window and showed him the site.
“What is this? A pornsite?”
“No, not really, more of a community. Well, there are videos sharing sections too, but I´m mostly into the written content. People are really creative here. And supportive. It´s great. And then there is a discussion sections with all kinds of topics, everything from “Clean up methods for pissed shoes” to “How do I best tell my partner about my fetish”…
It was quiet for a short while, and I realised what I just said.
“Oh fuck!” I said, blushed again and John started laughing.
“Haha, did you listen to their advice?”
“Oh, really, this is so fucking embarrassing”.
“It certainly is! But never mind. Let me have a look” he said, and I showed him around the site. He found it both fascinating and also amusing even if he did his best to try and hide the giggles. I can´t blame him, I mean, we truly are a bunch of nerdy weirdos. I laugh at myself too.
Then he asked me to let him read one of my favourite stories. I chose the Tellnoone story about her first time wetting on a bicycle ride. We read in silence. Even if I was focused on John and his reactions I couldn´t help but being caught up in this story I had masturbated to so many times. It woke up memories of my own experiences, the excitements of being so sneaky in public, the deliberating feeling of letting the pee flow in the wind… Combined with the sight of my pee soaked jeans, and the pressure from my bladder that had now started to fill up again I was helplessly turned on, and a little embarrassed about this fact.
John had stopped reading and looked at me. “Interesting. She´s a good writer. And she´s… kind of selling it well. Have you done this too?”
“Yeah, once”
“How was it? Do you wanna tell me?”
I slowly started telling him. To talk about it like this felt so strange, and it made me nervous. But at the same time I felt safe with his hand in mine. It was ok to be insecure, to stumble over the words. He was there with me no matter what, so I tried.
“It was pretty much unplanned. I was on my way home from town, and I needed to pee, and it was already dark, and as soon as that thought crossed my mind I couldn´t get it off. I was still hesitating, would I really go through with this? But then I felt a stronger urge to pee in one of the last downhills, I eased a little bit from the saddle and just started letting go… it gushed out of me. So warm in the cold wind. Cars were passing me by, but I just kept going. It spread down my legs and the drops were falling down on my bike...”
My own words turned me on even more than the story we had read before. I was starting to get hot again between my legs, and it wasn´t pee. John held me close while I was talking and I noticed a slight change in his breathing too. A familiar change.
“Thanks for telling me all of this, he said. It´s so brave. I may not share your pee interest, but… I can see that shiny look in your eyes when you´re talking about it. I see how it turns you on, and that’s just…” he shook his head “…it´s just sooo sexy!” He took my hand, and placed it on his crotch. He was rock hard. I could feel his dick throbbing underneath the fabric.
“Do you want to continue…. Ehm… wetting yourself? If you weren´t done, I mean. It´s ok with me if you go… “
My bladder was full indeed, but I knew I couldn´t do it, not now. All of this was too intense, I wouldn´t be able to relax in that way next to John right now, and I didn´t really want to. As much as I had longed for him to one day say those words, “it´s ok if you go…” now wasn´t the right time. Him finding out about this, and then all this talking, It was more than enough for me this afternoon.
“I think I´m ok” I said. “I´m done”.
“You sure?” he said. His hand touched my wet thigh, and moved further up. I almost stopped breathing. I I don´t think I had ever felt so sensitive before, I was dying to be touched.
“Is it ok? “ he whispered, and I nodded. He unbuttoned my jeans, and put his hand inside my panties. I moaned and almost lifted myself up to the sky.
“Oh my god!” he said. “Wow! I´ve never ever felt you so swollen… and wet”
When I chuckled, he said “I mean that other kind of wet. It´s insane… and so hot”.
I closed my eyes and could barely stand the pleasure I felt, as his hand accidentily touched my swollen bladder while he started rubbing my pee soaked clit. After just a couple of minutes I was shaking, moaning, and I climaxed in the most intense way. Something hot and wet slipped out in the waves that followed. I never use to leak during sex or masturbation – was this a squirt orgasm? That would have been the first time for me. But it was hard to tell, when you´re already as wet as you can be.
Overwhelmed and breathless I collapsed in my chair, barely aware of him starting to masturbate and within a minute cumming over my lap. We both started laughing.
“Ah sorry,” he said “but I thought you needed to change those jeans anyway…”
“Do you want me to join you in the shower”, he asked when we had catched our breaths, landed, and were looking at the mess we made with some kind of sweet embarrassment. I said that I preferred to take care of my own wet disaster for now, and that I needed a few minutes to just come down and clear my head after all of this. He looked me straight in the eyes with the warmest of smiles.
“I fucking love you!”, he said, and kissed me.
What I didn´t say was, I also desperately needed to pee. On my own. I shut the bathroom door behind me. Instead of sitting down on the toilet, I got into the shower with my jeans still on. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Hot pee started flowing down my legs, soaking all dry parts that was left on my jeans. I cut off midstream and put one hand in my pants to feel the rest of it leave my bladder, while imagining it wasn´t my own hand. My pee running through his fingers. Maybe one day. Maybe one day soon.
Now I could start dreaming.
Edited October 5, 2021 by Tellnoone
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This is a story written long long ago, at a time far, far away... a continuation the "Classics" series where I go back ~20 years or so and repost some of the "classics" from sites no longer with us, such as Thomas' Water Resources, etc... The stories are also attached in plaintext/markdown format if that would be helpful to anyone. If anyone has requests, please let me know. Female desperation, wetting, accidents are my thing so all stories will likely be along such lines.
If you'd like to see the entire collection: https://www.omorashi.org/tags/classics/
This week's choice reading is brought to us thanks to C.U. Squirm. He introduces it to Thomas as a "story", though I suppose that doesn't imply a fiction. It very much reads likes a real life incident. I'll let you be the judge.
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Robin
February 1998
Copyright © C.U. Squirm
[edited slightly for readability by MrMakeHerWait]
Robin is a girl I used to date a few years back. She has brown hair and blue eyes, but the best thing about Robin is her body; long shapely legs, a totally flat stomach and a very cute little ass. She always wears sexy string bikini panties, which she knows I love.
When I was dating Robin and spending a lot of time with her, one of the best things about being around her was that she always had to pee. She loves her coffee but it goes right through her.
Many a time I would have Robin telling me that she really had to pee bad. I got to watch her cross her long legs or squeeze her thighs together while bending her knees to avoid peeing in her pants on many occasions.
Anyway, we agreed to meet at a coffee shop because my company needed a job done and Robin's company did that kind of work. Robin needed a set of plans from me so her company could bid the job. By the time I got there, she was already sitting at a table enjoying a large coffee. We spoke for a while and then the predictable...
"I got here early and have had two cups of coffee already. I really need to pee." As she said this I saw that she was sitting with her legs tightly crossed and rocking them a little. Robin had on a pair of tight jeans and was really looking sexy in them.
"Well, they probably have a bathroom. Go and pee," I told her.
"I don't think they do," she whispered.
"Then go ask."
Robin did as I suggested and went to the counter and as the guy told her that there was no bathroom, Robin squeezed her legs together and bent at the knees, one of her most used moves. She also had a very pained expression on her face.
She sat back down and crossed her legs tightly again.
"No bathroom," she said, and frowned.
"Just let me finish my coffee and we'll go find you a place to pee. You can wait that long, can't you?" She said that she could so I finished my coffee. "Let's go over to the copy place. We can copy the plans and they probably have a bathroom you could use."
"I really hope so. I have to pee sooooo bad!" As she said this, she lifted up her right leg, bent it at the knee and crossed it over her pussy. Then she did the same thing with the other leg. This was getting serious. Yet she regained her composure for a moment.
"I'm O.K. now but please let's hurry."
We crossed the street and went into the copy store. We went to the counter and there was a customer talking to the clerk about one of the machines not working. Robin crossed her long legs real tight and had a worried expression on her face. When the guy was finished, Robin asked if there was a bathroom that she could use. The guy said no. Robin looked back to me.
"Oh God, I have to pee sooo bad. We HAVE to find a bathroom!"
I said, "Let's copy the plans and then we'll go to my house and you can pee. You haven't seen my new place yet anyway. It's five minutes from here."
"There's no way I can wait to copy these plans. I'm gonna pee in my pants, I swear." Robin was dancing from one foot to the other at this point and people were looking at her. It was obvious to everyone in the store that Robin was desperate to pee and on the verge of an accident.
"O.K. let's go," I agreed.
We headed out of the store and tried to flag a cab. Robin was doing every move in the pee pee dance that there was. She was jumping from foot to foot, crossing her legs, squeezing her thighs together while bending almost to the ground and even occasionally grabbing her pussy and rubbing it.
I was so turned on, I thought I was going to explode in a different way than Robin. We finally got a cab and Robin struggled to get in and when she did she started squeezing her legs together and bouncing them up and down.
"Usually it helps when I sit down, but I have to go so bad now, it's not helping."
I told her to hold on because my place was only a few minutes away. She said,
"Oh God, I hope that I can wait!" And soon we pulled up to my building.
"I'm afraid to stand up. I might not be able to hold it!!"
I knew that we also had an elevator ride in front of us and Robin always had to do the major pee pee dance in the elevator. She got out of the cab and had to do a series of gyrations to gain control as she stood up. She hurried to the door and I reached into my pocket for my key.
"Oh hurry, please HURRY!!" she squealed.
I opened the door and Robin ran as best she could to the elevator and hit the button. She was hopping from foot to foot and rubbing her pussy real hard. She was almost crying at this point. When the elevator finally came, Robin hobbled in and resumed her dancing and rubbing.
Suddenly, "Oh NO, I can't hold it anymore!! I'm going to have an accident!" She bent down to the floor with her legs pressed tightly together in a last effort to keep from peeing in her tight jeans. She stood up partially again and then bent back down.
"Oh my God. I'm peeing in my pants! I can't stop!!" At this point I heard a hissing sound coming from Robbin's pussy as she peed in her pants. She finally stopped the flow and stood up a little, but she was still squirming, trying to keep from peeing herself any further. Her pants were real wet in the back, almost up to her waist and the inseams of her jeans were also wet.
We got off the elevator at my floor and I pointed to my door as Robin desperately hobbled over. She continued to do the pee pee dance as I opened the door. She again pleaded for me to hurry. I opened the door and Robin dashed inside screaming:
"WHERE is your bathroom!?!"
I pointed and she ran.
She was sobbing when she finally came out a few minutes later. Her pants were wet down to her knees at the inseams and the back was totally soaked up to the waist band of her jeans, because she was in a sitting position while peeing in her pants. The front was also wet about half way up to her waist.
"Oh this is so embarrassing. I can't believe that I wet my pants!" she whined.
"Don't worry baby, I'm the only one that saw," I reassured her.
"I know, that's what makes it so embarrassing," then she was silent for a moment.
"Come here and I'll prove to you that it's O.K."
I proceeded to lead Robin to the bedroom and started to take off her pants. She had on red bikini panties that were now see through, as they were totally soaked. She looked sooo sexy!!
We had the most intense sex that we had ever had and Robin loved it. After we were done, Robin commented on how good the sex was and I said it was because we hadn't seen each other in so long and that made it more exciting.
Little did Robin know that what she considered to be a humiliating and embarrassing experience that she would love to forget, was the very same reason that she had just had such incredible sex, and something I would never forget.
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Edited January 17, 2021 by MrMakeherWait
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Finding Mira's limits
(Warning: Includes Scenes of a sexual nature, for those who might not be into it)
Watching the car pull up out front Mira couldn’t help but smile, it had been three long weeks since she had last seen her fiancé Lewis. As a successful businessman he often found himself travelling, much to her annoyance. She knew it wasn’t his choice but she still wished that some of his longer trips didn’t happen.
Looking away from the window she checked herself out in the mirror, smoothing out the crease in her black lingerie where it barely covered her moderate bust before running a hand through her two-toned straight hair. The smile reappeared as she heard the engine turn off outside, her perfectly straight teeth sinking into her supple lower lip as she bit into in anticipation.
Stepping out of the car came the man she had missed so badly, a man who by comparison was rather plain looking. The pair often got questioning looks or comments about how such an ordinary man could capture her, but they didn’t know him the way she did. She had been with a number of partners before meeting Lewis, but she had never had the level of connection she had with him. They had first met at a friends party and like most others she had thought he was a bit of a boring guy, not really saying or doing much. But a few weeks later the pair of them had met again at the same friend’s cabin, over that weekend away she had really fallen for him. He had a great sense of humour and was a great listener, a rare thing for the men her looks typically attracted. The two of them had spent much of that weekend sat side by side on a wall overlooking the valley they were staying in, talking for hours and hours about hopes, dreams and where they saw themselves in 5 years’ time. The honest and heartfelt conversation drawing the pair of them closer, but her feelings today were a little less poetic
Hearing the front door open she took up her pose, moving over and lounging suggestively on the bed.
“Mira?” Came a shout from the hallway downstairs.
“Im in the bed room” She shouted back, doing her best to still maintain some femininity in the yell.
With each creak of the stairs she felt her heart flutter, the butterflies in her stomach going into overload as she heard him step onto the landing. How many times had she imagined this over the last couple of days, it was always torture when Lewis was gone for so long. A week she could handle, but 3…
Opening the door slowly it revealed him standing there, a broad smile on his face as he met her eyes before his rolled slightly. Of the pair of them she was always the more sexually forward and it seemed he had expected something like this. Although, the flirty texting they had been doing all afternoon should have been somewhat of a clue to him.
“I see you have been busy” he joked, raising an eyebrow at his beautiful girlfriend laying on a bed, candles flickering around the softly lit room filled by soft jazz music.
“What ever do you mean” she replied, fanning her long hair innocently.
“Well” he said stepping into the room, his hands behind his back for some reason. “I was just putting my suitcase next to the laundry room and I may have found these.” He said, holding out a pair of her soaked underwear and causing her to blush deeply.
Her fetish was no secret between the two of them and he was well aware of what got her going, even though he rarely took any part of it. From time to time he would indulge her, but even just him talking about it was making her heart pump a little faster.
“I think someone couldn’t control themselves when I was away” He said, his voice taking on a huskier tone as he walked towards her on the bed and taking her by surprise.
Lewis had always been a bit reluctant to be involved with her holds, not wanting to hurt her or cause any unwanted accidents, not realising that was what she dreamt of. But over the last year she had slowly been pushing what he was comfortable with and was enjoying it immensely, this current turn included.
“I just couldn’t hold it. I was ever so desperate” she said, doing her best to sound innocent and pouting slightly.
“I suppose the toilet was just too far away, there was no way of making it?” Lewis asked, taking another step towards her in the room and throwing his suit jacket onto a chair in the corner.
“It was, I was at my limit.” Mira continued; her mind flooded with the images of her morning accident. Waking up with an “accidentally” full bladder had only made her long for his touch that much more. The pair of them having an unwritten rule of not pleasuring themselves on these trips away from each other, a form of erotic torture that only seemed to heighten her lust for him. A little game for them to play, forcing her to go without the most basic of pleasures for weeks at a time.
“Well if you were at your limit that would be fine, but I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t?” she said, raising an eyebrow and waiting for what he was going to say or do next.
“I think you wanted to lose control, im not even sure you know what your limit is” he said, their bodies just inches from each other as he stood next to the bed, Lewis still holding up her wet panties and accusing her of wetting herself intentionally. A fact they both new was true, but that wasn’t the point of this little game.
Her heart seemed to almost catch in her throat with that last accusation, Mira becoming worried that if he kept this up she was going to faint. She could feel her nipples becoming impossibly hard as they pressed against the soft fabric that was barely covering her slim body. Reaching down he lightly brushed one with his thumb, the simple movement causing her to moan in elicit pleasure.
“What should we do, if you don’t think I was at my limit, should I be punished” She said suggestively, slowly opening her legs for him. Her whole crotch throbbing and almost demanding they end this foreplay with an animalistic desire.
“I was thinking, maybe we should find it”, he said uncharacteristically.
“Wait, so you want to push me to my limit.” She asked standing up, his suggestion breaking through the false pretences and hitting a note she just couldn’t ignore, was he really saying what she thought he was?
“If it would make you happy” He said sweetly.
“You have no idea how much it would”, she said eyeing him hungrily. Taking a few steps around him she gently pushed him back onto the bed, holding onto his tie as he laid back. Climbing on top she began straddling him, pressing her body into him as she bent over to kiss him passionately.
“So you want me to control your bladder?” He asked, suggestively.
“Yes” she breathed, continuing to kiss him repeatedly.
“You want me to make you hold it, to make your bladder throb inside you” he added, using the gaps between the onslaught of hungry kisses to drive her even more rabid. Despite being under her, he was taking full control, saying just the right things and watching her physically respond to them.
“Yes” She said breathlessly again, a shiver running up her spine and causing her to gasp quietly as she kissed his neck over and over.
“To ignore your desperate plea’s to use a bathroom” He continued.
“Fuck” groaned Mira as she felt her clit starting to throb where it made contact with him, Lewis verbally teasing her again and making her pulse race as she gave into the hunger.
“To push you until you can hold it no more, and even then to deny you the relief you so desperately need until I say so.” He continued.
“Oh god yes” she said hoarsely, starting to grind against him as she sat upright, overcome by her primitive needs and the fire burning inside her body. A fire that had been growing for more than 3 weeks and that he was furiously stoking with his wordplay.
“Im going to force you to hold it, for hours, for days, maybe im going to make you hold it forever as your bladder swells. Would you like that”
“Yes, Yes, Yes!” she almost screamed, her head falling back as she started to gyrate faster and faster against his clothed body. Waves of pleasure racing up and down her body as her skin started to burn, sweat and Goosebumps forming all over her sensitive body that longed to be touched.
“I want to make you so desperate that you have no choice but to piss yourself, to loose all control of you body and watch as you bladder uncontrollably empties itself all over your….”
He was interrupted by a guttural moan from Mira. His demanding and suggestive voice too much for her as her thighs tensed, a wave of pure heat and pleasure racing around her body. Bucking wildly her head went light, black edges forming in her vision as for a moment he teased her about her ultimate fantasy. Even just the suggestion at how far he would go was destroying her mind and without him touching her she had cum hard, a damp spot forming on her lilac panties from her breath-taking orgasm. Mira’s body continued to shake in pleasure for what felt like an age, her back rigidly arched and eyes fluttering in the back of her head. The waves of pleasure rolling over and over her body which now trembled on top of Lewis before falling limply to the side. Her sweaty face smiling in ecstasy, she had been planning something far more elaborate and lengthier than what had just happened. The last three weeks and his teasing ensuring it only took her minutes if that, to reach a sweaty climax.
“Holy shit that was good” she panted, her chest heaving as she returned to earth.
“Imagine what it will feel like with a full bladder” He said, kissing her attentively on her neck and causing her to groan and twitch as if she had just had another miniature orgasm. He loved how easy it was to manipulate her sexually, pressing all the right buttons until she exploded. This wasn’t quite how he had planned to do it today, but he couldn’t argue with the results.
Giving her a final kiss on the cheek he stood, going to shower while Mira recovered from her high.
Hearing the water turn off a little while later Mira waited, doing her best to be patient despite the burning questions she still had for him. Watching Lewis walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel she bit her tongue, not wanting to seem to eager.
“What is it?” Lewis asked, her longing stare clearly giving the game away.
“Did…did you mean what you said earlier?”
“Which bit?”
“About me holding?” Mira asked, her cheeks flushing as the words fell out of her mouth.
“I guess, I mean I know you are really into that and if its something you really want to do, I don’t see why I would ever stop you?”
“No I mean…you, being the one to control me. I know you don’t really like that stuff because you worry for me, but I’ve been doing it since I was a teenager and I know how to do it safely.”
“You really want this?” He asked, looking into her deep hazel eyes.
“I do” Mira said softly, her heart pounding once again in her chest.
“Well I guess in that case how can I say no. When did you…”
“What about tomorrow?” Mira asked, the response blurted about even before it had registered in her brain. She had always dreamt of this moment and now it was here, she could barely think about anything else.
“I…, sure.” He said laughing at her eagerness, it was like she had gone back to being a teenager and was discovering sex again. The look in her eyes an almost pure form of adult happiness as he accepted this part of her life a little more.
Waking up the next morning the smell of bacon drifted through the house. Rolling over onto Lewis’s now empty side of the bed she smiled into the pillows as she led face down. Sliding off the bed and putting on a thin pink negligee she slowly walked down the stairs and into the large kitchen of their house. Lewis was noisily frying some bacon and eggs in the pan, the table covered in his laptop and papers. He had always been an early bird, but it kind of went with the job description.
Walking up behind him she slid her arms around his slender waist, putting her head on his shoulder.
“Morning” he said cheerily. “Its almost done if you want to get some plates out?”
“Sure” Mira said, going over and helping prepare their large breakfast. Soon the table was set, both of them sitting their and eating as an almost awkward silence fell on them as she did her best to think of something other than “it” to talk about. Her mouth opening a couple of times with thoughts that quickly disappeared.
“Go on just say it.” Lewis laughed again.
“How are we going to, I mean what are we going to, do you have, Should I…”
“Wow, I haven’t seen you this flustered, ever” he replied, putting the final piece of bacon into his smiling mouth.
“Sorry, you just have no idea how much I have wanted this.”
“I think im starting too” Lewis said, standing and walking over to where she had moved his papers.
“So I had a think about it this morning, well more or less since last night and I came up with some ideas. But I want you to feel free to say no to any of these, I want you to enjoy today as much as you can.” He said, sitting back down now holding the paper.
“Ok” Mira said, the butterflies in her stomach returning as she fidgeted from excitement in her chair.
“So first off I wanted to have a safe word, because I don’t want to hurt you or…
“That’s sweet, but trust me I want you to push me. I want you to torture me and my bladder!” Mira said, her voice taking on a deep and needy tone.
“Well ok, but I know you are going to be begging me to pee” he said emphasising the last part and enjoying the slight whimper he got from Mira, “and I want to know you can actually make me stop, even if you don’t plan on using it I would feel more comfortable if we did have one.”
Lewis was always a little reluctant with things like this, even in their foray into light bondage he was always worrying about her, which was sweet but a little mood killing in the middle of sex for him to check up on how she was doing. But, if it meant he would feel better about it and would stop him breaking the roleplay, she was all for it.
“Sure, if it would make you more comfortable.”
“What should it be, our usual?”
"Sure, easy to remember" She said trying to remain calm as things started to escalate.
“Ok… thank you by the way” he said earnestly, the safe word setting his mind at ease about going too far. “Also before we get too far into it, here you go. I would like you sign this.”
“What is it?” She asked, bemused by the piece of paper he was handing to her.
“It’s a contract, stating that as of this moment you sign away your bladder control to me as a sole proprietor of your bathroom habits for the next 24 hours.”
“Ohh” Mira moaned softly as her legs bowed inwards slightly, she had never been more turned on by a piece of paper than she was right now. Her legs pressing together under the table she weakly picked up the pen and gleefully signed it. Her eyes locking with Lewis’s as he smiled at how much she was enjoying this, he could see the Goosebumps forming all over her body any time he spoke about it.
“So…what did you have planned for the day?” Mira asked excitedly, laying the pen down after scrawling her name on it. The formality was all part of the show, but she couldn’t deny that despite his reluctance Lewis sure knew how to make this so much hotter than a simple hold for her.
“So I thought that since we have not seen each other for a few weeks it would be nice to go and do something together. I got us some tickets to the Zoo, its been a while since we went and they have that new sea life exhibit. Might be fun to take you there, im sure there is plenty of water for you to stare at longingly.”
Wow he was really getting into this, Mira thought to herself while loving every moment.
“But I also had another idea, a little game I think we should play while im in control of your bladder.”
“What sort of game?” She asked, biting her lower lip.
“I think anytime we hear the word water, you should have to drink and anytime we overhear anyone talk about buying a drink, we have to buy a drink for you. Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated out there would we?”
“No we would not” She said swallowing with some difficulty.
“But first, our morning run.” He said starting to clear up the table now breakfast had been eaten.
“Why don’t you go and get changed and I will finish up here.”
“Sure” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek and almost sprinting up the stairs, excited for the day to begin as soon as possible. Getting changed she put on some tight navy leggings and a small pink sports crop top.
Running back down the stairs she arrived to see Lewis standing by the table, a number of things next to him as he finished arranging things. Walking in he seemed to look her over, smiling at what he saw in front of him.
“Drink these” He said, handing her two large glasses of water. The cold heavy cups ones that were usually stored in the back of the cupboard because they were usually to big for them to use regularly. Mira’s knees weakened for a moment, today was going just as she had wished for.
“But….If I drink these I don’t know if I will be able to make our usual route.” She said, feigning some concern.
“Are you refusing to drink already?” Lewis said sternly, his current tone usually the one he reserved for their nights of bondage.
“I just…”
“I think you should be punished for that, considering its so early in the day. We wouldn’t want you getting any ideas later would we.” He said, a faint pause in his playfully dominant behaviour as he almost seemed to wait and see if he had gone to far. But judging by the deep exhale of air and the twitch from her eyes he had nothing to worry about. This was exactly what she was wanting.
“What kind of punishment?” she asked breathlessly.
Thinking for a moment, he came up with an idea he was sure she would enjoy and hate at the same time.
“Have you taken your morning pee yet?” He asked
“No….” She said biting her lip and tilting her head at him, was he going to make her hold it all day with her having no relief since yesterday evening.
“Why don’t you finish up drinking those and I’ll show you your punishment.” He said, a sly grin on his face as he watched Mira’s eyes flutter slightly as he took control of her again.
Needing no more excuses Mira began gulping down the water, ignoring the complaints from her bloating stomach as she downed it. The ice cold water giving her brain freeze, but she fought through it. A few minutes later both large glasses were drained, their contents now inside her stomach and soon to be bloated bladder. The heavy weight of the water pushing on something inside her that she knew from experience in a few hours would be driving her insane.
“Follow me” Lewis said almost as soon as she had set the second empty glass down. He had been watching her closely as she drank down the water, now leading her upstairs she wondered what he had planned. Walking into their large bathroom he stopped and turned around to her “I think you should take your morning pee”
Was his punishment going to be she had to pee with him watching, fine by her, although she had hoped he would be making her hold it more than this. Walking towards the toilet she put a hand on the waistband of her leggings.
“Wait….how about you do it there, and I think you should leave the leggings on.” Lewis said pointing towards the large walk in shower.
“You…you want me to wet myself in front of you?” She said, swallowing the lump in her throat that had formed again at the suggestion.
“I think after your questioning of me despite signing the form requires some sort of punishment, the toilet is just too good for you right now.”
Another shiver ran up Mira’s spine, her fiancé really pushing every single button that she had.
Blushing deeply she stepped into the shower, Lewis watching intently as she tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest. It was strange, despite wanting Lewis to be involved like this since they had met she just couldn’t look him in the eyes.
Standing with her legs apart, her cheeks already burning from something that wasn’t quite embarrassment she let her body relax. The nights worth of pee quickly leaving her bladder and hissing through the skin tight material, streams rolling down her long slender legs and splattering onto the white tub below her. Mira’s leggings darkening inconsistently as the sweat wicking material was overwhelmed by the deluge of liquid currently running over them and forming a yellow tinged puddle under her. Closing her eyes she relished the warm feeling erupting between her legs, the tingling sensation radiating throughout her body as she felt like she was almost floating for a moment. Her hand moving to her crotch and beginning to press as the steam continued to flow out of her and down the insides of both her legs. In her own little world she didn’t notice Lewis get close to her, only opening her eyes when a second hand joined hers between her wet legs.
Opening her eyes she could see him now standing close to her, his left hand pressing into her crotch as she peed, the warm liquid gushing out of her and over his hand. Slowly Lewis began to move it in small circular motions causing her to whimper, the tingles she was feeling turning into burning pleasure. Faster and faster he started to rub her through her wet leggings, the squelching noise echoing through the bathroom as Mira began to groan loudly as an orgasm fast approached.
“Oh yes, yes yes….” She moaned, her posture changing as her legs stiffened almost pushing her onto her tip toes in pleasure.
But as quickly as his hand had appeared between her legs it disappeared, leaving her panting and coming down from the edge of ecstasy.
“Ohhhh” She whimpered in frustration, “Please”.
“Maybe later, for now you are not allowed to cum until I tell you that you can.” He said, rinsing his hand in the sink, her urine having coated it.
“But….” Mira pleaded, the erotic show of being made to wet herself for him only making the burning between her legs more fierce.
“Nope, its all in the contract you so hastily signed.”
“What?” Mira said, she hadn’t even bothered to read it. “What else is in there?” she asked hastily regretting signing it.
“Maybe you will find out later” Lewis said suggestively raising an eyebrow. “Come on” He said beckoning her out of the bathroom.
“I’ll just go change quickly” She said, heading towards their room as he went towards the landing.
“Why would you be doing that, you’re already in your running clothes” He said, an unexpected mischievous glint in his eye.
“I…you want me to go out like this?” Mira asked, looking down at her darkened leggings and yellowed socks.
“Are those your running clothes or not?"
“But i….” Mira started, she had always wanted to try going out in public and wetting herself but her nerves had meant her fetish was completely house bound. Now Lewis was pushing her to new extremes and to try things that she had never been able to get the courage to do before.
“You didn’t think you would be getting off that lightly, besides I think you enjoyed pissing yourself far too much for it to truly be a punishment.”
Now Mira’s heart was pounding, today was going in directions she could never have imagined, how was he this good at this already.
For Lewis it had been a bit of a gamble, Mira had told him about her fetish a number of times and the things she wanted to do one day. Although, he had been unsure of how comfortable she would be, would she actually go through with this or was it just a dream she had with no intention of carrying it out. Part of him wanted to break “character” and ask, but she always complained when he did that to check she was doing ok in their other playing. It was another reason he was glad they had a safe word, it allowed him to be the cruel master he knew she wanted without worrying about her too much.
Stepping out of the front door in her wet leggings she felt the brisk morning air quickly cool the saturated material that clung to her even more. Looking around nervously Mira could feel her heartbeat pounding away in her head as she started running down their road covered in her own pee. Thankfully it was somewhat difficult to tell exactly what had happened, the material inconsistently dark, with some patches clearly soaking up more of her “accident” than others. But that didn’t stop her blushing madly as the pair of them made their way past one of their neighbours out walking their dog.
As they continued their run she could feel the clingy material rubbing against her, in particular in her crotch. The events of the morning and the fact she was out in clothes she had wet herself only making the sensation far stronger than it should have been. Each stride causing ripples of pleasure to work their way through her body as her feet landed heavily on the pavement. Focusing on the feeling she wanted more of it, unconsciously quickening her pace as she felt the rubbing increase likewise.
“Hold up there speedy, whats the rush.” Came a remark from next to her, snapping Mira out of her world and making her realise what she had been doing. A sweaty and slightly out of breath Lewis running up beside her. Could running really giver her an orgasm? It had sure felt like if he hadn’t stopped her it might have.
“Sorry” She said smiling and looking up. They were almost at the halfway mark, she had been running for far longer than she had realised. To busy focusing on the rubbing between her legs to notice how long far they had gone. Looking down at her legs briefly she was relieved to see that most of the pee stains had evaporated, only a few dark areas remained on the insides of her legs.
“Remember to keep hydrated” Lews said, handing her a water bottle which she gratefully took, downing most of it one go.
“It’s a bit chilly today isn’t it. Why don’t we stop by and grab a coffee in town?” He asked as she handed back the almost empty bottle.
“Sure” Mira said, all too aware that it wasn’t that chilly but happy for him to keep taking the initiative and making her drink more. The mornings water already starting to sit heavily inside her bladder. As she ran her anticipation of what would happen was only growing as her bladder filled.
Walking into town Mira was suddenly conscious of her leggings again, it had been just under an hour since she had drenched them and the evidence had long dried. But in the busy morning she couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, despite the fact that only her and Lewis knew what she had done in her clothes. The dozens of people walking past without looking completely unaware, none of them knew she had wet herself in these leggings she was casually still wearing.
Walking into the starbucks they joined the que, the large store filled with people chatting at tables and enjoying their morning coffee. Now out of the wind Mira was starting to worry, did she smell of her own piss? The evidence might have dried but her clothes were still soiled, would someone be able to tell, would someone figure out she had wet herself this morning.
“How is your bladder doing?” Lewis whispered to her as they stood in the line, people stood closely In front and behind them. “I bet you would love to wet yourself in line, such a public place too.”
“Shhhhh” she hissed at Lewis as he was being uncharacteristically forward.
“Maybe I should make you wet yourself, after all im in control right.” He continued.
“Don’t…” Mira pleaded, not so much about making her wet herself but the erotic teasing her was inflicting on her as they stood in such a public space. Her head was trying to focus on anything but the words he was tantalisingly whispering into her ear.
“Is that what you want, to piss yourself surrounded by so many people.” He continued, leaning right in next to her ear. The hushed conversation clearly working up his girlfriend as her thighs started to brush against each other again, subtly squirming where they stood in line.
“Uh hi can I get a Tall black coffee and a Trenta Americano with an extra shot please” Lewis said calmly to the cashier, continuing as if he hadn’t just been talking to her sexually.
A couple of minutes later they left the shop, Lewis with his normal sized drink and her with a massive cup. She never usually ordered on this big, but today she wasn’t going to complain.
“I want to see that gone by the time we reach home” He said taking a sip of his own.
“What, but this thing is massive” Mira said, the cup heavy enough with coffee that she had to hold it with both hands.
“Are you saying you won’t do something again?”
“No but, we are only 15 minutes away. I just cant drink that much by then.”
“Well, I suppose you had just better get started. Wouldn’t want to be punished again before we go to the zoo would you?” Mira answering the question by taking a deep drink of the hot coffee.
Between the town and their house the coffee cup barely seemed to leave her mouth as Mira forced herself to keep drinking. The two large glasses of water, the bottle Lewis had given her only a short time ago now being joined by almost a litre of Coffee as the warm liquid began to sit uncomfortably insider her stomach. Pooling inside her distended abdomen Mira could feel her skin stretching, pulled taught over her body which continued to swell and press firmly into her restrictive clothes. The faint need to pee turning into a surprisingly urgent one as she fumbled with her key in the lock.
“Wait” Lewis said, turning around to look at him he had that look in his eyes again.
“What?” She asked, both nervous and excited to see where this would go. Her legs gently crossing as she stood there, looking at him expectantly.
“Let me see the cup, is it empty?” He asked.
Handing it over she watched as he took the lid off, upturning it and a few final drops falling out.
“Ooh, what was that Mira, im not sure it was empty after all.” He said, raising an eyebrow.
“It was just a few drops, she playfully pleaded.”
“Just a few drops?”
“Yes, I didn’t mean to leave them. I’d have drunk them if I could have.”
“Well, that just sounds like another excuse to me.” He said, turning to look away from her and his hand gently brushing his chin as she thought. “Just a few drops” He repeated, before smiling as his attention was caught by his beautiful partner starting to squirm. The cold and her filling bladder beginning to get the better of her as she stood on the front porch of their house. The mental expectation of being able to run in and pee playing havoc with her emotions now she had been temporarily delayed.
Beckoning her over with his finger she looked genuinely apprehensive about what was going to happen.
“Stand there” He commanded softly, Mira’s knees going slightly weak but obeying him she moved to the spot where he had pointed. A corner of their front doors little alcove, a short knee high wall surrounding it that overlooked the busy street. Cars and people crossing a short distance away from her, within 100m with any of them being able to watch her squirm. She knew that it was what he wanted, to force her to stand in full view and try not to squirm as her bladder filled. How long would he make her stand here she wondered as she felt her heart rate accelerating in her chest.
“Now pee” he whispered to her, leaning in close so only she could hear him.
“What!?” She asked, surprised by his bold nature in the moment. He had always been the nervous one, the one to back away from any public displays and yet here he was fully immersed in the role of her bladders master.
“I said pee…but just a little, a few drops if you will.” He smiled as he sent her own words back at her.
“What if I cant stop?” Mira asked, her need having increased dramatically since standing on the spot even though it had only been a few moments.
“Then I guess I will have to keep punishing you.”
Whimpering loudly Mira closed her eyes, her face blushing madly and her whole body heating up for a moment despite the cold temperatures outside. Her breath catching her in her throat as she tensed her things, gently digging her nails into her tight clothes and her muscles underneath.
Opening her legs slightly she did her best to ignore the sights and sounds of the dozens of people whizzing by in their cars. The joggers and cyclists passing much slower, but each and everyone one of them able to see her. The wall a good foot too short to cover her crotch, if she lost control now anyone could see her.
Seconds had passed, but it felt like an eternity to Mira, standing there as she tried to relax just a little. With her feet shoulders width apart she could almost feel her muscles moving inside her as she tried to coax them into relaxing, she had never had this problem in private. In fact she was somewhat of an expert in private, but now in the open and with so many onlookers she had frozen. Yet she couldn’t help but love the feeling of it, despite the rush to let go the feeling or anticipation of what she was trying to do continued to leave her short of breath and red faced.
Finally after what had to be almost a minute she felt it, a little warm spurt between her legs. It was only small but she had done it, she had broken the seal and soon another spurt, and another until a quiet hiss was audible above the traffic. The crotch of her leggings glistening once again as her piss ran down her legs.
Looking down she swallowed hard as she watched the clear liquid fall between her legs, splattering noisily on the grey tiles beneath her and turning them almost black. Looking up she was all to conscious of the fact that anyone and everyone in their cars could be watching her now, people she knew, complete strangers, anyone!
“Alright, that’s enough I think.” Lewis said, breaking her out of her erotic trance as she revelled in the feeling of wetting herself in sight of dozens of people.
Grunting she doubled over and thrust a hand between her legs as she knotted them together. It might not have been the most uncommon feeling to let go, but stopping was not something she had tried before. Although there was something to be said for the rush of adrenaline that accompanied the panic and desperation to stop. A strange new burning sensation in her crotch coupled with a new cramping inside her bladder that she couldn’t tell if it was pure agony or pleasure.
“Ok, ok, ok I think I’ve stopped.” She said, removing her wet hand from between her legs as a few last drops rolled down her toned legs, the tight material once again clinging to her in that tantalising way.
Opening the door Lewis ushered her inside, her shoes feeling a little soggy and in need of a clean despite his earlier reservations about ruining them. Taking them off at the bottom of the stairs she followed him up, taking uneasy steps as her still full bladder demanded she continue what she had been doing. Her lips gently quivering as she separated her legs for each movement until finally she reached the top. Looking up she was surprised to see him waiting for her outside the bathroom.
“I think you deserve something.” He said disappearing inside the bathroom and making her heart jump slightly. Leaning in she could see him standing next to the toilet which he lowered the seat for and nodded towards it.
“Oh, thank god I was about to burst” She said breathlessly, rushing over and fumbling with her wet clothes that she pushed down. Sighing loudly she sagged on the toilet as her bladder relaxed fully, her muscles still slightly tingling as the clear liquid drained out of her.
“Ok well, enjoy it while you can.” Lewis joked as he waltzed out of the room but leaving the door open.
After having a warm shower together in which she had been repeatedly told off by her Fiancé for touching herself slightly, she stood stark naked in their bedroom waiting to see the outfit he had picked out for their trip to the zoo. She didn’t think it was a part of the contract, but she was all to happy to let him take over this part of her life too. After a few moments she was relieved to see him walk out with a simple pair of light denim jeans and a black top for her to wear.
“Will these do?” he seemed to ask genuinely unsure.
“They are perfect” Mira smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and starting to get dressed. Buttoning up the jeans she could already feel the rest of her drinks still making their way into her currently relaxed bladder. Thinking about it she doubted the coffee had even started coming through when she had peed on her doorstep. But then again, she could probably have held on longer if she had been asked, but still she wondered if she should say something. But looking at the smile on Lewis's face as he walked back in holding his bag, they were clearly both enjoying this. Smiling back she put the sensation to the back of her mind and followed him to the car for their hours journey to the zoo.
Arriving at the zoo a little before lunchtime they found a parking pace a little away from the main area. The dreary weekend weather bringing more visitors into the city zoo and filling the car parks.
“Ok so you remember the rules right?” Lewis asked
“Yes dear, if we hear the word water I have to drink and if we hear someone else order a drink I get a drink too.” She repeated the game as she leaned in and clung to his arm. Walking together they gently swayed and despite the darkening skies the pair of lovers seemed in incredibly high spirits.
“Can I see your tickets please?” the attendant asked
“Sure thing” Lewis said handing over the printed passes he had bought this morning.
“Hey, can we get a drink?” A young teenager in the gift shop next to them asked their parents.
Looking up Mira made eye contact with Lewis as they shared a smile, looked like things were starting already. Rolling her eyes she wandered over to the small fridge and pulled out herself a large bottle of water and placed it on the counter as the woman serving them put the map and timetable on it.
“Ok you are good to go, the penguin feeding up at the water park sea life exhibit is in about half an hour.”
“Sure thing, thank you very much” Lewis replied, taking note of her wording.
“Im going to regret this aren’t I?” Mira half joked as she opened the bottle and began to drink. Her mind instantly drifting back to the fact she hadn’t peed since her coffee. The dull ache in her abdomen filling her with equal amounts of excitement and nervousness. Never before had she been somewhere so public and knowing she was soon going to be desperate to relieve herself. Closing her eyes for a moment she focused on her bladder, feeling the cold water flowing down her throat and disappearing into her stomach.
Opening them she found her fiancé smirking at her again, his tell-tale eyebrow raised in her direction as if he could tell exactly what she was doing.
“Doesn’t seem like you are regretting anything.” he replied cheekily
“Not yet” She shot back as they moved into the zoo, slowly wandering between the exotic animals. Hugging Lewis she was really enjoying their date even without the added fun they were having. It had been almost a month since they had done anything like this and she was enjoying just having him back to herself.
For the next 15 minutes it seemed their little game had been forgotten, the pair just enjoying each other’s company. But as they rounded the red panda exhibit, one of her favourite animals a shout came from beside it. A middle aged woman standing near a coffee stand was yelling over to her husband and children sat a little ways a way.
“Do you want a drink?” She yelled loudly, over the other peoples conversations with no apparent regard for them or the animals nearby,.
“Yeah?” She shouted again, her tired looking husband simply nodding.
“Coffee?” Her shout once again answered by a nod as she joined the que of people, some looking at her and clearly annoyed.
“So I guess that’s another drink.” Mira said looking playfully unhappy.
“You know the rules” Lewis smiled back, the pair taking their place in line.
“What should I do with this one?” She added, holding up the half full bottle of water.
“Well I think you should drink it and maybe if you are good I will show you the surprise I got you a little later?” Lewis said to her a little too loudly. His confidence disappearing for a moment as he blushed, realising what he had said. But thankfully it seemed as he looked around a little sheepishly no one had heard or more likely cared what he had just said.
“Is it a…sexy surprise” Mira whispered as she leaned closer to him, capitalising on his awkwardness and hoping to get a hint.
“I mean not really…its kind of cute….and they have polka-dots”
What on earth was he talking about, Mira couldn’t help but look confused which only seemed to make him laugh.
“You’ll see” he replied as they went up to order her next drink that she was relieved to see was just a regular coffee. Stepping away from the counter she downed the rest of the water, making sure to look at Lewis as she did. Slotting the now empty bottle in the recycling bin she took her warm coffee from him and they continued their walk.
Reaching the Gorilla enclosure, the pair of them stood staring at the impressive creatures. Two of the young ones sat grooming each other’s fur and ignoring the visitors as a large male stood over them. Still holding her coffee, a light spasm caused her to cross her legs. The tight jeans restricting her bladder a little now that she was beginning to fill up. The tight button imprinting on her skin as her desperation started to mount. The familiar and welcome sensation combining with the hot coffee to make her feel warm and cosy despite the cold temperature.
“Hey, the penguin feeding is about to start, should we make a move?” Lewis suggested.
“You just want me to be surrounded by rushing water?”
“I think you mean, you just want to be surrounded by rushing water.” He shot back, and was completely right. Given how surprisingly good at this she had slightly forgotten this was all for her benefit.
“I do hope you have plenty of room left in there” He added, giving her stomach a gentle pinch. “I cant imagine how many times the word water might come up.”
“Oh god, your right. But I am half done with this coffee, should we buy a drink on the way over.” She suggested.
“Wait you want to drink even if you don’t have one because of the game?” He asked. He had assumed she would take the loophole of not having to drink if they didnt have any.
“Well, I just….” She started, wondering if she was over committing to it only to be interrupted.
“I mean now you have said it…” He interrupted and opened his bag, revealing half a dozen small water bottles.
Sighing she feigned being indifferent but just seeing the litres of water jostle around in the backpack made her mouth dry. She couldn’t wait until it was all inside her, the little voice of doubt once again being dismissed by her drive to do this. Sipping from her coffee the pair linked their free arms and started walking back towards the sea-life area.
Walking through the metal gate that separated it from the rest of the zoo the impact was almost immediate. Mira was suddenly surrounded by water, running water, babbling water pumps and splashing animals in their pools. Shivering involuntarily, she felt her bladder start to pulse inside her. The filling organ reacting to the cacophony of wet sounds around her.
“You ok?” Lewis seemed to genuinely ask beside her, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze.
“Oh yes…” Mira grinned back, her demeanour instantly washing away any worry from his face. She truly did enjoy this he thought to himself. Although for how much longer…
“Why does the water smell so bad” a young girl asked next to them.
“Hey look at that one in the water.” A parent said pointing out a seal flapping water at another one.
Tipping the coffee back she took a couple of deep swigs as they continued to the penguin exhibit. The pair of them exchanging knowing looks of where this was going.
“Hello and welcome to our Penguin exhibit, these cute little fellows next to the water are our rock hopper penguins.”
“Well there goes the coffee” Mira commented, turning the cup upside down for emphasis and holding out a hand for one of Lewis water bottles. Looking at him he seemed to pause for a moment checking if she was serious before handing her a fresh bottle of water.
“So these penguins spend almost half of their life in the water, they eat in the water and socialise in the water. In the wild it would also be how they hunt, using their oily feathers to cut through the water easily.”
“Look, they are playing in the water.” The mum next to them said as the talk continued. “But entering the water is actually a risk in the wild since that is also where their natural predators are…”
“Oh god….” Mira groaned as the audience and person giving the talk continued to repeat the word over and over again. Gripping the new bottle in her hand she took a deep swig, doing her best to keep up with the number of times someone was talking about water but it quickly blurred into one.
“Rocky is our oldest penguin here at the zoo, he is the one just entering the water there on your left…”
Over the next 40 minutes Mira had lost track of the amount of times Water was said, the bottles of water barely leaving her lips as she just about fit in breaths between the constant drinking. By 10 minutes in, the first bottle had been emptied and she had reluctantly asked Lewis for another. By half an hour in that too was drained, its contents flowing into her already bloated bladder. The pressure inside her body increasing rapidly and forcing her to cross her legs tightly as she stood there trying to pay attention and enjoy the talk. But that was easier said than done as each minute that passed was making her already tight jeans begin to feel as if they were constricting in, tightening around her sensitive bladder. By the talk had ended the third bottle was half empty and she felt 10lb heavier. A great weight of water sitting uncomfortably in both her bladder and stomach.
“How are you doing?” Lewis asked as the crowd started to disperse
“Oh god, I’m so full right now.” Mira replied, Her voice breaking and a little higher than normal as she rubbed her stomach with a hand.
“I think that was the point” Lewis grinned, leaning over and kissing her on the lips. His hand going down her bladder and rubbing it caringly, causing her to almost purr in delight.
“Hey love, shall we get a drink?” Another young couple asked next to them. The announcement making Mira exhale through their locked lips.
“Well, I guess that’s another one.” Lewis announced happily.
“Please you cant be serious, I'm so full already" Mira protested for the first time. A sure sign to him that she was going to have a limit at some point. Although she still had their safe word that he was sure she would use If he was too strict. But even so he couldn’t help but agree, she had drunk a lot.
“Fine, how about you finish that bottle and then we can get you a drink a little later.”
“But I cant drink any more” Mira pouted again, holding his hand.
“Sounds like someone wants two drinks, not one.” He replied, causing her to smile wickedly before downing the other half of the bottle. She was enjoying this after all.
“Anyway, remember that surprise, maybe it’ll help take your mind off of things.” Lewis said.
Finishing the bottle and smacking her lips Mira locked arms with him as he lead her off towards the inside of the water area. The sounds of running water getting louder again and now almost am hour later their impacts were almost unbearable compared to last time. As she walked she couldn’t help but squeeze her legs tightly together, taking slightly shorter steps as the rippling water exhibits almost seemed to be trying to coax out her long held pee. A strong pulse reverberated around her bladder, the first sign that she was reaching her limit after all. A sign that she would usually take as an indication to ordinarily find a bathroom and soon. But today was no ordinary day, and she wasn’t the one in charge of her toilet habits. But it shouldn’t be a problem, she had drunk more than this and held before. By her reckoning she had at least a couple more hours to enjoy this. But even as she took another step and second pulse followed the first she began to worry, it didn’t usually happen this quickly.
“And here we are!” Lewis announced proudly as indicated to a small water tank.
“I…what?” Mira asked slightly confused by what he was saying.
“Take a look”
“The Polka-dot Cusk-eel, I mean it is kind of cute.” She replied, was this his big surprise.
“Read the plaque”
“Adopted for Mira, by Lewis.”
“Awww, you adopted me a little eel?” Mira said still a little confused but trying to be nice. Clearly it hadn’t worked as Lewis burst out laughing.
“Look at its Latin name” he chuckled, walking up to be beside her.
Bending over she paused again as she felt her bladder crushed up against he tight waistband. “Otophi…Otophidium, omostigma” She read, smiling broadly as she understood what he had done.
“I thought you would like it.” He smiled, putting his hands around her and leaning in for a kiss.
“Its perfect” She replied, letting out a brief hiss of air as their bodies collided.
“Wow, your hard as a rock down there.” He said, her protruding bladder pressing against his flat stomach and causing his fiancé to fidget where she stood. “But I think you still owe me another drink.”
“Please” Mira begged, she really was full and beginning to worry about just how much of the mornings coffee and water had still been in her when they had set off.
“Please get you another drink, sure my love” He said, knowing full well what she meant. But rolling her eyes and grabbing onto his arm she let herself be lead out of the water torture cave and towards another drink. Thankfully it seemed the coffee shop at this end was closed and she had bought herself a little time. Even distracting Lewis by pointing out a number of the exhibits, each time standing with her legs tightly crossed as they gazed through the large windows at the exotic animals the other side. Her partner genuinely interested by them and reading all the signs. She would have been similarly interested on any other day, but as they walked around she could feel her muscles starting to burn. A deep cramping sensation starting to radiate out from her bladder that was still growing.
“Hey look, a coffee stand” Lewis said as her routing finally failed to miss the next one 10 minutes later. “I’m actually going to grab something to drink, do you…” he paused for a moment as he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. “I’ll get you one as well.” He finished up before joining the que, Mira letting out a quiet groan as her bladder pulsed again.
Watching as he made his way through the thin line Mira couldn’t help but cross her legs tightly, fidgeting slightly where she stood and blushing as a young girl seemed to give her an inquisitive look. Was she being that obvious…
“I got you a tea” Lewis said a couple of minutes later as he handed her another beverage. The warm steam rising from the cup that she would have been thankful for if she wasn’t starting to sweat from the heat of her own bodies desperation that seemed to be increasing faster and faster.
“Do you mind if we sit.” Mira said, a little to enthusiastically. Bending one leg in front of the other and quickly squeezing her thighs together as the pulse turned into more of a muscles spasm that was a sure sign she was getting close to the danger zone. Her bulging bladder ever filling with drink after drink from her fiancé and fulfilling her wildest dreams, but also worrying her slightly. What would she do if she couldn’t hold it, where was the nearest bathroom should she need it? No she could hold it! She was out in public, there was no other option, she wasn’t actually going to wet herself. But even as she thought it, her mind was flooded with images of herself loosing control, everyone staring at her as her bladder exploded. Dark wet patches streaking down both legs, her face burning bright red as all the drinks Lewis had been forcing her to drink rushing out of her.
“Uhh…Mira? I thought you wanted to sit down?” Lewis asked, breaking the light headed illusion that was playing out in her mind.
“Ah hem. Sorry”, she cleared her throat and joined Lewis on the cold metal bench. Exhaling as she sat, her jeans pressing more into her bloated bladder.
“How are you doing?” He asked genuinely.
“Good” she lied, smiling at him sweetly and apparently convincing him that was the truth. Now sitting she placed a hand on her inflated bladder, the rock-hard organ larger than she could ever remember. Closing her eyes she focused on the pulses and static racing along her nerves, little explosions of pain and pleasure erupting in her body from its precarious position. Another longer quivering pulse racked her body, spirals of pain shooting down from her bladder. Was this the most she had ever held, was it Lewis or being out in public that had helped her?
Another strong pulse raced through her, forcing her hand to go from her bladder to between her legs, giving her crotch a gentle squeeze. How much was she holding she wondered, trying to recollect in her mind and unintentionally tensing her thighs more and more as her brain totalled it up. Including what she had drunk before her pee it must have been the extra-large coffee, a regular coffee, a large bottle of water, three small bottles of water and now a tea. That had to be more than 3 and a half litres in the past four hours! Not to mention she had already been extremely hydrated after the morning’s activities. No wonder she was busting she thought to herself as her legs started to move up and down as she sat there. Opening her eyes she was suddenly reminded of where she was, two dozen or more people walking past her, what was she doing!
Instantly her heart started to race, oh god she was so desperate. Why had this hit her all at once, she had been fine a couple of minutes ago or had she just been in denial. Maybe sitting was a bad idea, crossing her legs tighter she wedged one hand between them and tried not to fidget too much.
“Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink” a group kids started shouting as they raced past, apparently excited about the prospect of a sugary snack.
“We will count that as one” Lewis said, smirking slightly as he leaned towards her to giver her a kiss. Pausing for a moment it was clear he had seen that something was off with her, not that she would have given him any points for guessing what.
“I…I cant drink any more” She stuttered, another pulse from her bladder reaffirming that point.
“I…are you sure. Or are you just trying to get out of it?”
“You have made me drink so much, im full.” She half seriously pleaded and saw his playful mood shift slightly.
“Ok, but you will owe me something in return. A favour for a favour” he said, trying to spark life back into the game he had been hoping Mira was enjoying. She hadn’t really said anything yet, but it sure didn’t look like she was enjoying this to him…but then she never did during her holds.
“Sure thing” Mira smiled, actually happy he gave up the concession without totally breaking character. After all she was still hoping there was more to today than just this, not that she wasn’t enjoying it.
Thinking for a moment Lewis could tell she was genuinely struggling now. Her bloated bladder causing her some immense discomfort and he hated seeing her like this. But, at the same time he knew this was what she wanted and it was after all the point of today. She also had a safe word to use if she really meant what she was saying, he had seen her do many holds in the past although usually from another room while working. He was sure she knew her own limits, a fact that put his mind slightly at ease as he continued to playfully torture Mira. Checking his watch, it was only 2:37pm and less than 3 hours since she had peed last and she had only started drinking a lot in the last hour. She had peed before they left so that was just a regular coffee, a water bottle and 3 of the small ones he brought with him. There was no way the tea was making any impact on her so that was probably only a couple of litres at most, less than he had seen her chug back in the past.
“How about a new game. If you can last” he checked his watch for a moment “22 more minutes, until 3pm I will let you use the toilet in the café.”
“Oh god, thank you.” Mira exhaled forcefully.
“But you have to sit there and not squirm the entire time.”
“Lewis I don’t know…” She started, already aware of the deep heat forming inside her as the pee seemed to start boiling now it had been given an escape time. Her muscles similarly quivering slightly at the ultimatum, she knew she would need each and every tactic she had at her disposal to make it.
“Fine, you can squirm…but for each person that notices you doing it you have to wait 5 more minutes.”
Wow he was really good at this, Mira thought to herself, nodding in agreement. But now was not the time to think about it, now she had a goal she could achieve she refocused her mind.
Over the next 10 minutes she manged to make some small talk, although Lewis was definitely leading the conversation. The pressure inside her increasing worryingly fast, her jeans tightening more and more with each minute that passed. At least at the start she had been confident, but as a powerful spasm hit her she couldn’t help but groan slightly. Bending over slightly more she pressed harder between her legs as she fought against her muscles that were desperately trying to release themselves. A faint sheen of sweat gathering on her forehead and looking at her tea she really needed both hands free or she would soon. Doing some mental calculations, she knew that whatever she drank would barely be having any impact on her by the time she was to be allowed to pee. At the rate she was nearing genuinely having an accident she would have to take the risk and give her the freedom of holding with both hands.
Choking back the lump in her throat and fighting off her gag reflex she tipped the remaining tea from her cup into her mouth, throwing the cup into the recycling bin that was thankfully right next to her.
Next to her Lewis was feeling a little relieved, he had been starting to worry for her. But looking on as she chugged the tea without even being asked to, he was happy to see that she must have been feeling a little better. Sitting must have been helping her after all, she was probably just a little tired.
Oh shit…Mira thought to herself the warm liquid rushing into her stomach and causing cramp after cramp to fly through her tensed body. This was going to be close after all, her confidence slowly eroding. Checking her phone…just 9 minutes…9 minutes…9 minutes she repeated as her second hand joined the first between her tensing legs.
“Hmmmm” She moaned loudly this time as she doubled over, her whole body shaking for a moment. The deep pulses turning into an almost constant spasming from her crotch and bladder. The metal button on her jeans seemingly the centre of all of these sensations as it dug mercilessly into her stretching bladder. Unlike the others that had just been pin prick moments, this one felt very different. Much deeper and lasting much longer than before.
Suddenly her eyes flew open as she exhaled deeply and applied more pressure between her legs. Her control had slipped momentarily because of the spasm, the smallest of leaks had escaped into her underwear. She wanted to check for damage but she feared if she removed her hands now, there would be no stopping the flood about to burst out of her.
“That’ll be 5 more minutes” Lewis announced next to her and she could see why. A passing zoo worker had given her somewhat of a strange look as she passed. But smiling back at her Mira was happy to see her look away and seemingly unconcerned with her behaviour.
Should she say something about just how close she was to losing it… more importantly why was she enjoying it so much though. The giant ball of pee inside her sending waves of pleasure as well as pain around her body with an intensity she had never felt before. No…she could hold it she convinced herself again. It was just a leak, only 12 minutes to go now.
11 minutes…
10 minutes…
9 minutes…
8 minutes…
She mentally counted in her head but just as she was about to reach 7 minutes there it was again, the warm wetness escaping her. Another leak and this time a more substantial one. Pain radiated around her body as she clenched all her muscles as tightly as they would allow. A soft grunt escaping between her pursed lips. Somehow, she had stopped her pee scaping her again. But even as she regained control she could feel her pee soaking into her jeans as she sat there, pooling gently under her as she desperately tried not to squirm but hold it all in. There was no way it was still not visible, the last moment of loss leaving her crotch feeling warm and then cold, a tell tale sign and one very reminiscent of this morning. But she wasn’t stood outside her house now, she was in a very public place.
“Lewis I cant” She said weakly.
“It’s a lovely day isn’t it, perhaps we should find a beer garden to sit out in later” he replied ignoring her squirming and desperate pleas. She didn’t know if he was aware of her condition, or if this was still part of the game.
“MMMM” she whimpered, her knees pressing together as she bowed her head. Her muscles quivering inside her as the tried to keep hold of the remaining ocean inside her. The burning of the muscles that had already failed twice intensifying, her legs jiggling up and down again slightly as she rubbed them together furiously. But looking up again she could see an elderly couple looking her way, that was two more. That was 10 more minutes, 10 more minutes she had to endure.
“Such a shame, you were doing so well." He whispered to her, clearly still thinking she was in control. But he didn’t know what was going on inside her, at the moment 10 seconds felt too long never mind 10 minutes
Lewis I…. she started. But another leak cut her off, the insides of her thighs warming again as the denim continued to absorb the largest leak so far. A few drips leaving her as the rest of it spread across her toned backside, she knew it would be obvious to anyone who saw her what had happened, even if she made it. Part of her wanted to give up, but as she sat there surrounded on all sides by people, there would be no way she could hide what was going to happen. Her aching bladder far to full and troubling her too much for it to be a quick and quiet accident. Her end would not be subtle, but catastrophic and extremely noticeable. She was stuck, there were no good outcomes here.
“On the other hand, looks like rain to me.” Lewis interrupted her moment of panic.
But he wasn’t wrong, as Mira sat there clenching her hand as she gripped onto the cold bars of the uncomfortable bench she felt the first drop of water fall on her hand. Looking up she heard the faintest of rumbles of thunder, more drops beginning to fall onto her face. This could be it, her salvation. Assuming he kept to his word they would be forced to sit out in the rain, it would hide any evidence of her….
“Oh that’s a shame, but we wouldn’t want your clothes getting wet would we.” Lewis said, as he pulled out an umbrella from his bag. Extending the top he placed it between them as the rain started in Ernest, the sound of it hitting the umbrella making her whimper as it also ruled out her only way out. The splashing of the heavy downpour taunting and torturing her bladder as she felt it tremble constantly inside her. A hiss of air constantly escaping between her lips as she breathed carefully, trying not to move too much where she sat.
“10 minutes” Lewis said quietly, but Mira couldn’t take it a moment longer. A fierce burst of wetness shot out from between her clenched muscles, the spray shooting down the insides of both of her legs and making it all the way to her knees. The denim immediately darkening as her clenching muscles forced her pee to erupt out of her. But yet again, with some unknown strength she stopped the flow but for what end.
“Ooooh” she groaned, leaning forwards she placed her hands on her knees and gripped them tightly, flakes of her nail polish imbedding themselves in the fibres of her jeans. Her legs now quivering she opened her eyes, looking directly into Lewis’s she could see his surprised expression as he realised that this was the end for her.
Moments later as her clenched shut in a final desperate attempt to hold on, her control completely disappeared as the drink after drink exploded out of her. Her jeans darkening quickly with a faint hiss audible only to the two of them as those around them had scurried for cover from the rain. Her accident as public as it could get and if anyone looked over they would see the puzzling scene of liquid draining off the metal bench that was completely covered by an umbrella. An odd paradox where the only explanation was that the liquid was coming from somewhere else, indeed as a heavy thudding stream fell beneath her, it could only be coming from one source. The bright red-faced woman panting and rocking on the bench above the deluge of piss currently thundering out of her.
Reaching over she grabbed his arm, her eyes twitching now in relief and pleasure as she acted out one of her most private of fantasies in such a public space. It was beyond anything she could have imagined, the rush, the heat, her head feeling fuzzy and light she couldn’t even remember feeling this way after sex. Her soaked jeans clinging to her, pee rushing down her bent legs and running off the bench they were sat on. The metal bar design thankfully saving her Fiancé from being covered in the massive amount of liquid coming out of her as it fell through the gaps instead of pooling along it.
Panting heavily her heart beat thundered in her ears as for more than a minute she continued to wet herself with tremendous force. The ground beneath the bench seemingly just as wet as the area around them, her large puddle of piss almost indistinguishable from the rain around them having quickly overlapped despite Lewis umbrella.
Finally she felt herself run dry, her whole body shivering in pleasure she kept her eyes closed as she focused on what she was feeling. Faint pangs from her bladder that had been pushed to its absolute capacity.
“Well…I guess we found your limit. We should probably get out of here.” Lewis said next to her, standing and offering her a hand up.
Slowly she rose, her legs feeling like jelly as they linked arms once again and started towards the way out.
“That was amazing” Mira said breathlessly, her head still in the clouds.
“Im glad you enjoyed it, but you know…there is still plenty of time left in the day.” Lewis replied and causing her to smile.
Exiting the zoo she could already feel her bladder filling again, letting him do this today was the best decision she had ever made.
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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.
A bit less in the way of extreme desperation that ive done in the past, but hopefully still enjoyable . |
Chapter 1:
Bruna sat down in front of the TV and started to flip through the channels. She had just gotten home from the office after a tedious day spent reading reports and attending meetings. She had changed from her professional work attire into a comfortable pair of jeans that fit tight against her impressive physique. She continued to search for something to watch, brushing a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. She needed something that would help her relax. Bruna had just been promoted to assistant manager of the online selling company she worked for. Thus, she had been going above and beyond to prove that she deserved the position. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, Bruna finally settled on the news. The lead story was about cyber security and the increase in piracy and identity theft that was affecting the nation. It wasn't the most interesting thing to view but it was better than nothing. She started to zone out until a strange flicker brought her attention back to the screen. Bruna stared intently at the TV. I could have sworn I saw something she thought. Just as Bruna was beginning to dismiss what she had seen as a trick of the light, something even grander happened.
The screen began to glitch, static cutting in and out. Bruna looked on in confusion. What's going on? My internet is working fine. Suddenly the screen cut out all together, going completely black. Soon after a swirling pattern appeared on the screen. It moved psychedelically, with ever changing colors. A voice from the TV startled Bruna. It spoke in a calming mater and Bruna felt her self start to relax.
"Calm down" the voice said. "Everything is all right. Just keep looking at the screen. Breath in and out. Relax your body." Bruna found herself doing what the voice said. It was like her conscience was separated from her body somehow. She could feel herself relaxing, but her mind had no say in it.
"Let your body relax" the voice continued. "Don't hold anything back. I bet you're feeling stressed or tired right now. Maybe you even have to pee?" Bruna frowned. That was odd. She did have to pee. She didn't remember having to do so before.
"Yes that's it. You have to use the bathroom. It's probably pretty bad isn't it?". Bruna slid a hand between her legs. Yes it was bad. She was practically desperate. When had it gotten so much worse?
"It doesn't matter" the voice said. "Just relax. Let it out. There's no shame in wetting yourself. Plus, you probably couldn't have made it to the bathroom anyway". That was true. Bruna was quite certain she was about to wet herself. Hey why not?, Bruna thought. There's no shame in it right? Bruna slowly breathed out and let go. Warm liquid shot out of her bladder. She began to pee. Her underwear were hit first as warm piss shot from between her legs. The underwear was quickly overwhelmed and the pee rushed past into her pants. It splashed against her jeans darkening them to a deep blue. A puddle began to form under her ass. Her thighs were soaked as well and a stream of pis poured off of her couch hitting the floor and pooling on the ground. Bruna breathed a sigh of relief. That felt good. She sat still for a minute or two delighting in the warm, wet sensation all over her lower body.
Suddenly Bruna snapped back to normal. She blinked as she looked around her surroundings. She was dazed, but soon back to normal. She looked down and gasped. Did I just pee myself? One sniff in the air confirmed her fears. How had this happened? Bruna blushed. She vaguely remembered something about the TV, but when she looked it was playing the news as normal. She quickly stood up and went to go get a towel, still wondering what had happened.
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Chapter 2:
Madison took a long drink form her water bottle, breathing hard. her legs continued to propel her forward. She looked at the digital display on the treadmill. It showed that she had gone over two miles in only twelve minutes. A new personal best. Madison was at home. She had bought her own treadmill after a little debate. She had been using it for almost a year now, and could see the effects. She had slimed down and she was looking stronger and stronger as the days went on. She was watching the news on a TV screen in her home. They were covering a story about cyber security. Nothing too interesting. Still, it was something to take her mind off the burn in her legs.
As she watched the screen began to flicker. Frowning Madison looked closer. It flickered again. Suddenly the whole screen went black. She paused the treadmill and was just about to go check on the internet connection, when a swirl of colors lit up the screen. A calming voice began to speak.
"Calm down" the voice said. "Everything is all right. Just keep looking at the screen. Breath in and out. Relax your body." Madison did as she was told. She felt a strange sense of security when she hear the voice.
"Let your body relax" the voice continued. "Don't hold anything back. I bet you're feeling stressed or tired right now. Maybe you even have to pee?" Madison did have to pee. She must have been so focused on her workout that she didn't notice before, That was odd.
"Yes that's it. You have to use the bathroom. It's probably pretty bad isn't it?". Madison started to bounce up and done. She was starting to get desperate, but was strangely unable to pull herself away from the screen.
"It doesn't matter" the voice said. "Just relax. Let it out. There's no shame in wetting yourself. Plus, you probably couldn't have made it to the bathroom anyway". Madison felt herself believing the voice. Why would she not just go now? Holding it seemed silly. She looked down at her grey leggings. I could always just wash them. Madison shrugged, and began to relive herself. A slow trickle of pee made its way into her underwear, wetting the white fabric. The trickle soon turned into a full blown torrent. Pee poured into Madison's leggings. They quickly became almost black in coloration. She felt the warm liquid running down the inside of her thighs, working its way to her calves. She let out a moan of pleasure. The pee continued down, pooling around her shoes. The back of her legs were soaked as well. She felt like she was in heaven.
The feeling of euphoria soon faded. It only took Madison a few moments after that to realize what happened.
"Oh my God!" I just peed my pants!" she squealed. She stood in shocked silence for another moment. She couldn't even remember how this had happened. Shaking her head, Madison walked down the hall cringing every time her wet leggings rubbed against her skin. As she bent down to wipe up the puddle she had made Madison wondered' Has this ever happened to anyone else before? |
Hey everyone, I hope you enjoy this story I did for a recent commission. 🙂
LARA CROFT: DESPERATE DIAPER IMPRISONMENT
Loose strands of brown hair dangled in-front of her eyes, as the white-shadow crept along the ground, watching trucks in the distance. The rumble of their engines and dim headlights penetrated the thick winter storm, passing by two guard-towers, through a metal gate and driving deep into a Soviet era military installation. A handful of guards walked the perimeter and the woman watched them carefully, patiently; as she had for several hours. Feeling a pang of discomfort in her lower abdomen, the woman hidden in the snowy hills above the base wriggled slightly and resettled her position.
‘This is going to be a long wait’ she thought.
Her name was Lara Croft. Twenty-two, with brown-hair and brunette-brown eyes, her slender figure attracted many were she to appear in fancy clothes or even casual-wear, yet she preferred the adventurer’s outfits, so often in mountaineering, climbing or other extreme weather gear that it felt as common as pyjamas to her. Her white-stealth snow-suit had allowed her to sneak up on the TRINITY base undetected, yet even with her discipline and strength, she was still subject to needs that she currently didn’t have the time or safety necessary to indulge.
Lara desperately needed the toilet. She had felt the need slowly growing over the last several hours of her trek through the Siberian wilderness and even lying flat and practically motionless on the hillside, the growing pressure in her bladder was distracting her in ways she could ill-afford. Fortunately, Lara was not one to be caught short and could feel the protective padding of a Tena Slip Maxi Diaper underneath her clothes, allowing her to let out small leaks here and there to relieve the pressure and maintain her secrecy.
This was one of those moments. Relaxing slightly, she let out the quietest of groans and felt a hot burst of pee, three-seconds long, spurt out into the padding, feeling the warm wetness around her clit and pussy. She didn’t exactly feel great about gradually wetting herself; over multiple hours, on expeditions like this but it saved time and kept herself. Also, she reasoned, that she’d never allowed herself to let so much out that it seeped into her main clothes.
‘That would be an actual accident’ she’d said to herself, the first time she’d used them while hiking, several years ago.
Having now relieved the pressure and regained her control, Lara continued to observe the Trinity Base soldiers through her binoculars. She saw several make their way into an underground complex; beneath the base, passing through what appeared to a descending tunnel into the base’s inner sanctum.
‘What are you hiding?’ she thought aloud, though her voice was barely louder than a whisper.
Suddenly, she heard something behind her that made her blood turn cold; even in the freezing winter. It was the reload of an M110 SASS Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle, with a large man; at least 6ft. tall, standing behind and pointing it directly at her. He was less than four metres away and Lara knew that at this distance, the slightest movement would leave a bullet tearing through her chest that would rip her open like a hot-knife through butter. On his darkened jacket, she saw he emblem of the Order of Trinity and realised that he must have been watching her for several hours.
They had known she was coming.
‘Don’t move heathen. You’re coming with me’.
Twenty minutes later, Lara was marched through the lowest tunnels, as she was searched for weapons, leading to her concealed tools being removed and; embarrassingly, her diaper being seen by a handful of guards, who gave her disgusted looks.
‘You heathen sluts are without shame. Bind her!’.
Lara struggled to break free from their grasp but it was too late, as they chained her hands above her head, leaving her thrashing wildly to break free. Manoeuvring her body to try and apply enough pressure to snap the chain, she found it was hopeless and stared at the sneering guards.
‘The boss will see you in the morning! When the storm lifts, you’re going to wish you’d never been born’.
One of them punched her cheek hard, causing her vision to temporarily blur for several moments, as their laugher echoed in their ringing ears. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lara began to shout after them.
‘You can’t leave me here! When I get out, you’ll be sorry!’.
Her thick British twang rang off the metallic pipes of the prison room, yet no replies came and Lara realised she was alone. After several minutes of struggling with her restraints, Lara swore in frustration and resigned herself to the fact she was; for the moment, trapped. With this realisation, came another: Her imminently growing desperation.
‘Oh good grief, this is not the time!’ she muttered, crossing her legs over one another; her white combat camouflage trousers rubbing together.
Lara had used diapers many times on long expeditions, yet in recent weeks, her bladder had been playing up more than usual. Back in London, she had found herself desperate after short periods on many occasions and had even had small accidents during her preparation for the trip; much to her humiliation. The worst had been during a quick power nap, surrounded by her dad’s audio diaries, maps and notes, where she had fallen asleep full of coffee in her system; unable to keep her awake past 30 hours.
She’d been snoring on the couch, her face crunched up in stress, when to any who had been there to watch, Lara began hugging her body tightly together. Her knees rocked together, her legs weaved tightly around the other and she’d been breathing heavily, short gasps of breath coming out in uneven patters of stress. Suddenly, a burst of wetness had appeared on her dark blue jeans, small at first but growing every second as the overtired, overworked Lara began to have an accident like a little girl.
The patch of wetness had grown around her crotch, soaking her jeans with pee as tendrils spread over her butt, soaking her ass and the sofa, as her clothes turned darker in colour and her eyes drifted open; only to immediately widen in horror, as she realised the accident that was unfolding and the puddle she now found herself in. She’d immediately leapt to her feet, managing to make it several steps towards her bathroom, before violently trembling legs caused her to freeze up; trying desperately to use her hands to continue holding back the flow of pee.
The desperation had been burning inside her and as she took another step, the dam broke. Hot waterfalls of pee had soaked her legs, completely drenching her jeans and giving her immense relief but also causing Lara to blush red in shame and disgrace, as she stood helplessly in a growing pool of piss. She kept trying to stop but her exhausted body couldn’t hold the pressure back and Lara had shaken as her accident overwhelmed her, causing her to wet herself humiliatingly less than a handful more steps from her bathroom.
As such, she had decided that she wasn’t going to allow this recent issue; probably a result of increased stress, to hamper her. However, now, she realised a problem. She’d been gradually using this diaper over several hours already and Lara knew it was already half-filled. With the amount she’d been holding, if Lara had a full-blown accident, she was going to soak the diaper, her clothes and completely humiliate the Croft family name even further, right in the heart of enemy territory.
‘Bugger that’ she said aloud angrily, responding to her own internal thoughts and memories. ‘Come on Lara, you can do this!’.
Over the next hour, Lara tried using a variety of techniques to break the chain, as her desperation grew steadily worse. She tried using twist-snaps and quick-pressure attacks, attempted to contort her body out of them; yet that sent immense pain through her stomach quickly, causing her to leak badly at one point for several seconds. Lara could feel her uncontrolled pee soaking into the diaper’s fabric and only with concerted effort regained control, after quickly moving from her upside down bend.
Lara was regularly crossing her legs now, her body lightly trembling, as she continued to shout obscenities, threats and demands towards the guards she knew must be nearby and ignoring her. She cursed in six-different languages, threatening the phantom guards with insults that ranged from cockney slang to ancient Greek curses, yet as her desperation grew worse, she began to lose focus on throwing insults and as it grew truly urgent, she reluctantly swallowed her pride.
‘I know you’re out there!’ she called. ‘Please, I… I need to use a toilet’.
Lara blushed bright red and winced at her own words, feeling humiliated at having to admit about her bodily functions to her enemies, yet no reply came. Lara could feel her strained body aching for relief and gasped as she felt a long spurt of pee race into the purple-white puffy fabric of her Maxi Diaper, already beginning to feel uncomfortably wet. She could feel her throbbing wet pussy against it and the bulging pain of her bladder, beating like a burning drum inside her, as Lara’s whole body cried out in desperate need. The whole situation was made worse by her hands being tied above in chains, unable to offer her body the release it urgently needed.
Lara moaned in ever-growing frustration as she longed to be able to use a bathroom, a bucket or even just being untied and allowed to remove her clothes in the corner would make do right now. Any seemed better than the most likely ending right now, which was her continued restraint, desperation and eventually, as her trembling body grew more in need, her legs more twisted, her bladder more in pain, Lara knew the pressure would build and build and build, until she…
‘Guards please… it’s an emergency! Please, you can’t treat me like this!’.
Lara almost felt stupid saying those last words, she knew they didn’t care how they treated her but still: Her mental desperation was growing with the physical. Lara cried out with a low-drawn whimper as she suddenly felt her legs shake violently for several seconds, trembling with such ferocity, that Lara knew exactly what was about to happen:
‘Oh god, please no!’.
Lara felt her body release yet another powerful jet of pee into her bladder, racing from her passing, into the diaper and bulging the sodden fabric against her combat trousers. The diaper was full-to-bursting and; unfortunately for Lara, so was she. Despite her leaks, they barely felt like they had relaxed any pressure and Lara was now on the verge of completely wetting herself, her pride about to flood into her diaper with what felt like gallons of pee, trapped inside her.
The diaper was sagging badly, overfilled and drenched in Lara’s wetness, as the adventurer struggled to regain control of herself. She had never been this desperate before in her life.
‘Well, except for that time I’ she began to think, then winced from her own memory.
‘Oh god, no, don’t think about that right now’ she muttered aloud, as Lara tried desperately to control her failing body. She twisted her legs until they were practically knotted, her whole body was jittering and in truth, she looked closer to 10 than 22 at the moment, as the whimpers coming from her body showed just how compromised her strength had become.
‘Fuck, shit, fuck!’ she screamed. ‘Let me out of here now!’.
She was turning pale from the pressure of holding and suddenly, Lara could feel it. The beginnings. Not just leaks, not just spurts, no: She could feel her bladder muscles contracting, opening and about to fully lose control. She knew if she didn’t use the toilet RIGHT NOW, then very soon, she was absolutely soak her clothes and totally humiliate herself.
‘Guards please’ she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper, in truth recognising they had long since abandoned her down there. ‘Please let me use a bathroom… I’m about to wet myself’.
Her words however fell either on deaf ears or no ears, for no response came. Minute-by-minute ticked by, as sweat poured down Lara’s forehead, her lips trembled, her eyes filled with tears and the straining in her hands and arms to break free. Her body was weakening by the moment, trembling, shaking and ready to give in. Her long, thin legs vibrated with desperation as her slender body’s thrashing to break free settled into rhythmic twisting shakes and shudders, held in place by her chains. Tears poured down Lara’s cheeks as the first long jet of pee soaked into the diaper and she could feel the over-saturated material finally leak, a few drops running down the inside of her left leg.
In the last moments before it happened, Lara let out a final cry of anguish, before whispering through restrained sobs:
‘Dad… I’m so sorry’.
With the apology made, her body finally gave in, as Lara Croft, adventurer extraordinaire and one of the world’s most talented young researchers, began to completely and utterly wet herself in her diaper. The accident began by soaking every dry section of her protection still remaining, soaking back up to her bum and drenching around her pussy, yet it was overfilled within seconds and she felt the tendrils of pee snake over the diaper and roll down her legs, brushing over her knees and soaking her white combat camouflage trousers.
Lara trembled as the oversaturated diaper sagged, too full of her urine and began to drench the lower half of her body even further. The fabric kept trying to absorb Lara’s accident, yet for every drop it held; ten more flowed over her legs, onto her clothes and into a slowly growing puddle beneath her. Her pride flowed with it, as she cried with frustration, feeling like a failure to herself and her father. Here she was, trying to prove his discoveries as right and instead of doing anything useful, was soaking the floor of a Former-Soviet bunker with her pee, as well as her clothes and a practically abused diaper at this point with wetness, as her accident continued.
She could see the wetness growing in a darkened patch on her camouflage trousers, watching with frustrated horror and anger at herself as her clothes became further soaked by urine. She could feel tendrils of hot pee flow from her pussy, soaking the now drenched diaper and dripping out in several loose drips slowly over her knees. These then snaked her way either down over her knees or soaked into her clothing, causing it to stick uncomfortably to her body. Even more kept running down her legs, her toned, slender body dripping in wetness and pee, as Lara Croft continued to wet herself without any ability to restrain it.
She moaned as she felt her tired bladder slowly deflate, after hours of expanding from the intense pressure, the release did feel good. She could feel the pressure of her pee rubbing against her buzzing clit and bit her lip in slight arousal, before blushing embarrassedly, as the pee began to fill her boots. She could feel piss slowly turn her socks wet, as her own humiliation filled her boots or ran over them, a thousand tiny drops adding too small but growing puddle around her on the concrete floor.
Lara couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this humiliated. When she was younger, she used to have accidents occasionally but in those cases, she’d been studying or exploring too long and would race back towards her bathroom, a wet spot on her brown crop-shorts, one hand between her legs, with the odd leak spraying down her leg, before she finally got relief. In one particularly embarrassing moment, she remembered when she was 16, having been out hiking for several hours and being absolutely bursting for the toilet by the time she returned.
She’d been dressed in a light-green vest and dark brown crop shorts, which had a wet spot on the size of a golf-ball by the time she’d gotten onto the grounds of her home. She struggled past the Croft Manor fountain, nearly completely wetting herself there and then at the sound of it, before pushing through the doors and onto the tiled floor. Racing up the stairs with both hands between her legs, she had tried her best not to look at the swimming pool in the distance, any sight of water causing her to leak further, before she reached the first-floor bathroom. Kicking open the door, Lara had sighed with relief at the sight of the toilet and her body; exhausted, had taken this as a signal to let go.
Lara had frozen with horror as pee burst through her fingers and began soaking her crop shorts, a dark wet patch quickly expanding across them, soaking her bum, green cotton boxers and pussy in seconds. For a few moments, she’d stood there helplessly, shocked, before quickly waddling forwards as pee poured down her legs and she collapsed onto the toilet. Unable to do anything else, Lara had simply sat there as her exhausted body completely emptied itself through her crop shorts, as a teenage Lara moaned with curses at her ruined shorts, her own immaturity and how icky the wet feeling felt. She had been beyond embarrassed to wet herself there, in private, in the safety of her own manor bathroom.
Here, it was far worse. The tightness of her clothing was trapping the pee against her skin, ass and feet, while standing in her own puddle, chained and helpless, made her feel simultaneously weak and deeply exposed. Fortunately, her accident began to slow, as Lara felt the last of her pee pouring out of her and eventually, the bursts turned to drips and the drips came to an end, leaving Lara Croft standing there in a puddle of her own making.
Lara Croft, adventurer, researcher and explorer, had completely wet her diaper and wet herself, now left in a puddle and chained to her shame.
‘Shit!’ she moaned quietly, wiping the tears from her face with her sleeve. Lara felt incredibly uncomfortable. Already, the warmth of the accident and the relief it brought was beginning to fade, the wet clammy feeling on her skin making her badly want to rip her clothes off and shower for about ten hours. However, right now she couldn’t even adjust her body to get comfortable for sleep; let alone a change of clothes, as she hung there, restrained and humiliated.
‘Guards, please, help! Somebody, anyone! Please’.
Lara called out again and again; begging for mercy, yet no response came but silence. Lara sighed and resigned herself to a long night and abject humiliation the morning, yet as she was about to, she noticed a strain in the metallic chain, a half-broken link that must have weakened under all her efforts.
‘Oh come on, you can do it!’ said Lara, wide-eyed and excited, as she applied all her strength to the chain.
For several minutes, it refused to break and yet, Lara could see it was gradually weakening, she was gaining more slack, more room to move and soon, she was able to swing her feet up and kick at the chain, as she could see the metal weaken further and further and further…
CRASH!!!
The metal split apart suddenly, causing Lara to drop painfully to the ground, landing in her own puddle, soaking the back of her trousers and causing her sodden diaper to squelch with the sound of filled pee. Her legs were covered in pee and as Lara regained her bearings, she looked down at her lower body in disgust.
‘Ugh, that’s bloody disgusting!’ she said, quickly stepping up and out of her mess, emptying her boots and wringing her socks of pee. She knew she didn’t have time to wait for her clothes to dry, guards could turn up at any minute and there would undoubtedly still be many in the broad facility. Instead, she began to peel off her layers of wet clothes, first undoing her snowy camouflage gear, before then peeling off her soaked underwear and diaper, sliding the drenched material down her legs and chucking it into a corner, leaving her stood in just a thick green bra and her boots; naked from the waist down. Her slender legs were still dripping with pee, so Lara used her soaked clothes to wipe them off, hurriedly cleaning herself up.
Shivering from the cold, Lara knew she needed to find a guard quickly and to steal their uniform, otherwise she could succumb to the effects of hypothermia within half an hour. It was a bad situation and she knew it but still, she’d been in worse than this, she reasoned.
‘Right then’, she thought. ‘Time to get out of here’. |
Been a long time since I've written something. Lets see how this goes.
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It's important you understand one simple, basic fact.
I don't wet myself.
Accidentally I mean. See, I've been blessed with the most powerful, strongest bladder on the planet. Yet my fetish is desperation and INTENTIONAL wetting.
I can already hear some of you groaning "Oh she's just overhyping herself."
"I've got a better bladder than she does"
And so on. But that's simply not true. I'm not the biggest person on the planet, in fact I'd go as far to say I'm rather small. But I guarantee. I'll take on the biggest man or woman on this planet in a one on one holding contest and I WILL come out on top.
I'm the final boss of Omorashi. When you've gotten to the end of the game and expect a reward, I'm there to swoop down and take it from you a piss pours down your legs.
This all being said, I will wet myself if I want to. Isn't that the point of holding? It's a conscious decision on my part. When I reach the point where most others would be stood there in soaking pants, I shrug. I decided I could do with a good wetting right now. I head down to the shower and I let loose.
So as you can tell, not only am I confident in my holding abilities, I've got the ability to back it up.
SO HOW IN GODS NAME DID I END UP IN THIS SITUATION.
Lets go back a few hours.
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I was sat at my Playstation 4 enjoying a round or two of Street Fighter V. I had a Milova challenge on my laptop. At this point I'd drank around 5 pints of juice and, I'll be honest, I'd begun to feel it. My moves were getting slower and I was starting to miss. It happens.
Because I know you pervs are interested, I was wearing some light blue panties and a pair of red pajama shorts. I had this white vest on and my black hair was up in a ponytail. I only stand about 5"3 so I can fit snugly into my chair as I wreck great motherfucker pain upon my opponents.
Another time came to an end and I was presented with "CONGRATULATIONS. YOU CAN GO PEE".
Typical. Barely desperate and I'd already gotten through 4 of these challenges. Will someone step up their game?
I placed my hands on my bladder and gave it a little push. A bit sore and bloated but nothing I couldn't handle. I'd been at these challenges for about 4 hours at this point and had begun to tire of them. I decided now was the time.
Leaving my chair, I crossed my bedroom to head towards the porcelain throne.
It was at this moment that the first unusual thing of that day happened. I came to a stop as the toilet came into view.
It seemed to tower over me, intimidating and unnatural. Almost like it was taunting me. I shook my head and stepped into the bathtub next to it.
I looked to the ceiling and let out a sigh.
It started with a trickle. My blue panties begun to warm. I could feel it spreading towards the front of my shorts. It climbed up a little bit before the pee started to drip down my legs. Ecstasy. The drips turned into a hose as it blasted down my thighs at surprising rate. I stopped relaxing and begun to force it out, leading to the pee simply blasting through my shorts and in between my legs.
The puddle I was stood in was impressive. I was almost sad as it went down the drain.
Smiling to myself, I glanced at my watch.
"Shit!".
It was almost 4 on a Sunday. The shops would be closing soon. Rather frustrated, I left my panties and shorts in the tub and ran back to my room.
Quickly throwing on whatever I had laying on the floor, I got ready to go and grabbed my backpack.
Now some of you experienced with holds perhaps already realize the mistakes I'd made, but for those who don't, read on.
A pair of tight jeans and a brown Scooby Doo hoodie now covered me from the cold.
As a strode through the street, a familiar smell caught my attention. Pee.
I stopped and looked about. Was someone peeing by me? Had someone peed recently? Then it hit me.
I hadn't showered. It was me.
It's not often I get embarrassed, but my cheeks burnt red. I'm gonna go into this store and everyone is gonna think I'm some child who can't hold her piss. I can hold it just fine, dammit. But people would notice.
I needed dinner. I didn't have time to head back, so I pushed on a head.
Arriving at the store, I looked about for whatever was cheap and filling. I had to be quick. 10 minutes till close.
I dash around the store grabbing the ingredients for Spaghetti Bolagnaise. By the time I'd grabbed them it was 3:57. This was gonna be close.
Using the self checkout, I buzzed my items through when I felt my bladder drop. I needed to pee.
For those who do holds, you will know that after a hold one's bladder is weakened. You'll find yourself pissing every 30 minutes. And that's my biggest mistake. In the middle of a closing supermarket, I had to pee.
But I was confident. I'd never humiliated myself before with an accident, why would it happen now?
GET THIS. I even went back down an aisle to grab a garlic bread. My over confidence may be my great weakness.
I left the store at 4:01. The employees weren't best pleased. They damn near kicked me out of the store. Using their bathroom wasn't even a possibility. There was no public ones on the way home. I had to walk this 20 minute stretch with a bladder that was just getting heavier and heavier.
I remember grinning. A new challenge had presented itself. I was gonna destroy this one and at the end of it, take a sit on that mocking toilet.
That was at 4:01. At 4:07, I was feeling different.
Another thing to know about the Post Hold Desperation Syndrome (I'm trade marking this) is that the desperation will increase rapidly. Like in the space of 5 minutes you could go from I kinda gotta pop a squat to MY EYE BALLS ARE FLOATING.
On a scale, I'd gone from 3 to 8 in the space of 5 minutes. This was bad.
Sweat was beginning to trickle down my forehead. For fucks sake, I'm a grown ass woman. I'm the final boss of Omorashi, I WILL GET HOME.
The streets were rather empty thankfully. The occasional person on their front porch but nothing too notable.
Time begin to slow and walking got harder and harder. I'd started in a casual stride. I was now hobbling, each step feeling like a leap up a mountain. A task that tested me to my very limits.
And that was the great hit to my confidence.
As my house came into view and my hopes grew, I realized. For the first time ever I was a my limit. This was my breaking point.
At that second it was do or die.
At that second. I hit my limit.
At that second. I couldn't hold it.
My house was not even a minute away when the first leak broke through. I stopped, curled up into a pretzel, every muscle in my body concentrated on keeping flood walls shut. My body didn't agree with me. It was time. The second leak was longer. More of a dribble. I felt it pass through the tight fabric of my jeans and warm my fingers. OH MY GOD. THIS WAS HAPPENING.
The final leak was that. I looked down to see my worst fear. The unnoticeable wet spot grew to cover the front of my pants. I could feel warmth on my ass. It could be noticed. Looking round, it got worse. I saw a man, stood on his porch with a cigarette in hand, watching me. He looked confused, almost concerned. As we make eye contact, that was the end. It all just blasted out of me. The front of my jeans was flash soaked. It sprayed down the front, carving a dark blue line from crotch to ankle. It dripped into my shoes, over flowed them and made a puddle in the street. As I was slightly crouched the back of my jeans had no hope. It poured down my back and, if I had just seen these jeans, I would have assumed they were dark blue instead of light. My entire ass and thighs was covered. It all joined together in a puddle at my feet, pooling together before it fled towards a drain.
I wish I could flee as I stared at the man. The omorashi final boss had been beaten by her own over confidence. And there was a witness.
My cheeks burnt red and tear threatened to pour down my face. My heart rate quickened and my mind struggled to come up with words.
The man grinned. "Looks like you needed that."
"Yeah. I... just decided not to hold it. It was bugging me."
"It sure didn't look like that, honey."
Damn. I guess it didn't. I sighed and looked over to him.
"Okay. I had an accident."
"It's alright. Happens to everyone. My ex was a bed wetter. Anyone can get caught short anyway."
He stubbed his cigarette out on his shoe and dropped it into an ashtray.
"I'd get home before you catch a cold." He casually said as he walked into his home.
I had a second of pause as I took in what he said.
Then I ran.
I ran back into my home and charged to the toilet. I don't think I even shut my front door properly.
I sat on the toilet and tried to force anything I had left out. Nothing. Not a drop.
Putting my hands to my face, I had to face a simple fact.
In my 24 years of life, I had never had an accident. Until today. |
It's a bright sunny day, there's no one about for dozens of miles in all directions and I'm watching my husband chopping wood. He's got his shirt off and I'm watching sweat drip down his chest, as he swings the axe through log after log and it turns me on so much: His bulging muscles, the strength, the power. I can feel how wet my white thong is.
I'm standing there in a flowery summer dress with a series of black buttons on the front. My hair's done up with a little red ribbon through it. My legs are bare, long and hairless and i'm wearing white thin socks and pink running trainers, with a thin white bra and white thong underneath that is; at this point, very wet. But not just because i'm turned on. I've been desperate to pee since waking up but my man won't let me go. He wouldn't let me when we got out of bed this morning, nor when we were getting dressed; not even after he made me drink a pint of orange juice with our cooked breakfast.
I've been getting more and more desperate, squirming around all morning and even as I watch him now, my legs are trembling from holding it. Little leaks have burst out in my thong once or twice, which have caused me to blush and finger myself furiously; though my husband hasn't seen yet. He's just waiting for me to approach him, as he knows I will.
Finally, I can't hold on much longer and gingerly approach him, as he stops chopping for a moment to look at me with his dark brown eyes:
'John, I need to go, you can't make me hold any longer' I insist, trying to sound tough; placing my arms on my hips.
He looks over me with those eyes of his, mentally undressing me, as I can feel my heartbeat quicken. Suddenly, he slams the axe down into the log and I feel my breath quicken. I've soaked my thong again. I can't tell if it's pee or arousal.
'John, please, this is serious, i'm bursting for the loo. Please let me go' I say, my voice sounding smaller with every word.
'And if I don't?'.
His reply is short, intense and gruff, yet the dark intensity to every word has me trembling and not just from desperation.
'What happens if I don't?' he asks again, as I stare at him fearfully.
He wants to hear me say it. I blush bright red, the words embarrass me; despite everything, and he knows it. He loves it, he wants it, he demands it.
'I'll have an accident' I say quietly.
He looks at me intensely and I can't avoid his gaze.
'I'll wet myself'.
He brings the axe down with a furious crash, splitting the log into three separate pieces, making me leap back with fright. The splinters fly over the ground, as I feel the thinnest tendril of pee snake down the back of hairless leg, my whole body shaking with desperation. He walks towards me, still holding the axe, as I feel unable to move. I'm sweating, trembling; rooted to the ground, as he stands in front of me.
'Are you scared of me?'.
The question runs down my spine and gives me chills, as I can't even look him in the eye.
'You should be'.
The words light a fire inside me and I gasp loudly as I watch him hold the axe inches in front of my chest, at the top of my dress. My shaking is now violent and I can feel a major loss of control from my fear, as several spurts of pee run down my legs and a small stream drips in-between my legs. He says nothing but in one swoop, cuts my dress in half down the seams, as I moan in shock and arousal. Before I can do anything else, he's thrown the axe to the side and grabbed me. My dress is thrown to the side and I leap onto him, our lips crashing together, my soaking wet thong and legs grinding into his cock and chest. He walks us forward several steps; still passionately kissing, as I run my hands over his sweaty body and through his hair.
I kiss into his neck and find a spot spot. His groan nearly makes me cum, as he pushes us both down to the ground, my back slamming into the grass. He has all the power over me and I love it, I want it, I need him to take me. Right here. RIGHT. NOW. But something else is going to happen first, as I feel myself spurt into my drenched thong again and I know i'm at my limit.
'John, I can't hold on'.
My voice is halfway between a whine, sob and moan; as every part of me craves him. His body rests in-between my legs, as he tears off his trousers, exposing his thick, long, hard, meaty cock.
'Then let go'.
Those words are all my body needs to hear and the last of my bladder control snaps. In seconds, I'm wetting myself like a little girl on the grass, my whole body shaking with lust and relief as pee runs down my legs, continues to drench my white thong and as I continue peeing, I feel his strong hands shred my white bra. The act causes me to snap from my desperate haze of relief, where I then scream in pleasure as his cock slides into my still peeing hairless pussy.
'Oh fuck John!'.
I don't know what else to say. Rational thought is rapidly leaving me. His cock grinding hard inside me as I pee is one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. Its fucking incredible, the way his thickness fills me, spreads me, while I humiliate myself completely. My clit feels like it's on fire and every thrust, every movement of his fingers in gripping my tits, every kiss running down my neck: It feels like bliss.
'Fucking give it to me John, i'm fucking yours, give it to me!'.
All I can do is encourage this, indulge in it; pray it never ends. My piss is soaking my husband's cock as he pounds me and the lubrication is allowing him to slide deeper than ever before, pressing against the walls of my pussy, curving into my G-Spot as I feel myself approach what I know will be an unbelievable climax. I grip his muscles, run my nails down his back, try to thrust myself more but he's dominating me and everything I do just encourages him to take me even harder. To own me. To fuck me. To have me however he wants and that very thought is what sends me flying over the edge of ecstasy. The thought that my husband is fucking me, out in the open, as his beautiful wife wets herself like a little girl and he fucks her like a dirty bitch.
'I'M CUMMING!'.
There's nothing else I can say. Nothing else I can feel. The first wave of this orgasm hits me like a heatwave over every part of my body, sending the world into a void of colours, smells and senses. My husband's sweat. My throbbing, pissing pussy. His thick cock sliding inside my slickened body. I scream and moan and convulse, as I can feel him tighten and increase the pace, going impossibly fast, making me feel like my body's about to explode and then, I feel it. My husband's release has finally come and his semen fills my pussy, pee and cum mixing together as my voice becomes an impossibly high pitched whine. I can feel my legs slamming against the grass repeatedly as his cum hits the walls of my bussy and I fucking love it, his wet cock cumming in me has just made the orgasm even more powerful.
I lose myself to the waves of it, riding ecstasy after ecstasy: Screaming, moaning, convulsing. It is like nothing I have ever felt. I have given myself completely to my man and he has done the same to me. We moan in a mutual climax on unparalleled pleasure, slipping our tongues deep down the others throat, trying to join our bodies even closer as we ride out this moment. Slowly, second-by-second, my climax descends and the waves of pleasure become tingles and finally; a warm afterglow. It radiates through every part of me, like sunlight is bursting from my skin.
My husband retracts from me and I lay over his chest, both of us covered in me pee, as we breathe heavily together for several minutes. He slaps my ass a handful of times, causing me to grin and sink deeper into our cuddle; as he holds me tight. The moment is perfect, silence surrounds us like a blanket and for this moment, this single, perfect moment in time...
We are as happy as two people can ever be. |
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(Thank you BENAir01!)
He's here. Excitedly I head to the door to invite him in. He puts his backpack on the floor and he sits on the bed which crinkles he looks up to me teasingly "you prepared?" I blush and nod "I wanted you to feel comfortable." I say shyly. I can tell that he's wearing bc I can tell his bulge is larger- I don't comment because I don't want to have to explain how often I sneak a peak and or the fact that I noticed the difference but he catches me staring. "I did what you asked." He blushes and so do I. I sit next to him on the bed "Good I'd hate for you to have an accident." I kiss him. "well maybe I like having accidents." He teases. I smirk "Did you bring extra pants?". He blushes "actually I did..." I smile "Well then you can do whatever you want." I offer. He pauses looks around and then pulls me in for a kiss and we begin making out on my bed. I have a movie on but neither of us are paying attention. "What do you like?" He asks. I look at him "I don't know I've never really- done This before." he understands "Me either." he rephrases the question "What do you fantasize about?". This makes me blush and he smiles "Well?". I look at him nervously, "Anything." I say, "I was so turned on by your photo earlier it made me cum." I say honestly. I feel him stiffen up against my leg even underneath the diaper which I can hear faintly with his movements. I think it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. "Oh, really?" He's smiling ear to ear. "Yes." I admit blushing heavily. He climbs on top of me as I lie on the bed, he sits on my waist I can feel him and the extra padding pressing into my thighs. Instinctively I grab his diapered crotch for the first time although dry I still thoroughly enjoy it. "Would you tell me if you needed me to take you to the potty?" I ask. "Nope." he smiles "Guess you're just going to have to watch me." he says leaning in to kiss me. He lies his head on my chest and I wrap my arms around him and rub his back. "I don't know how I was lucky enough to find you." he whispers softly. I kiss his forehead "Don't worry baby I'll take good care of you."
We watch the movie for a little while and he start squirming as we cuddle. Every so often reaching down to re-adjust himself. "This is weird." he says. "Why?" I ask. "I've never been able to be so comfortable in front of someone- but to be honest I'm still nervous to... umh- wet in front of you." He confides to me while still squirming. My guess is his need must be growing otherwise he wouldn't be addressing it. "Would you lie on top of me...? So I can- feel it." he smiles and shifts over laying on top of me with his head on my chest. He hides his face shyly in the nape of my neck and nuzzles in. His one arm draped above me playing in my blonde curls, the other holding onto me. He evens himself out so that he's not too heavy for me... he's so sweet. I rub his back and hold the back of his head for comfort, running my fingers through his hair. He spreads his legs letting them rest on either side of me on the bed. He presses my legs together between his and I feel him rubbing the diaper against my crotch. He can't tell but I'm also very wet at this point- wow. I think he might be able to tell how horny I am because he kisses my neck and rubs the diaper up against me firmly a few more times before settling into position.
He stays still for a moment then squirms a few more times. His face still hidden nuzzled into me, I think It's cute that he does this. Embarrassed to be seen by the world but comforted enough by my embrace to share this intimacy with me. He stops fidgeting and I feel him relax all his weight onto me, he nuzzles his face in a bit further. I wait, my heart beating out of my chest with not only excitement but love for this lonely boy. He sighs and I can feel his crotch growing warm up against mine. I have to be careful not to start peeing my pants too, It's so warm I can't hardly tell if I am peeing myself too or not. I'm not... okay- good. That would have been embarrassing. He doesn't move as I feel him growing warmer and warmer. The warmth spreading around him as his pee is soaked up by the diaper. I enjoy every minute of it. I'm disappointed I can't hear it over the tv and underneath his pants but I guess that makes it more discreet for him. I'd love to see him go in nothing but a diaper or with just a shirt and diaper on mmm. He sighs heavily into my neck which makes my skin tingle, he's finishing. He shivers and he's done. I rub my fingers on the back of his head and I continue running my fingers along his back. His hand reaches down between my legs-I'm wet, my own wet. "I see you liked that." He whispers and pulls away from my neck to look at me smugly- which for someone who just peed into a diaper you'd figure he would be a little more humble. "Very much so." I say beaming at him, he kisses me. We start making out and I can still feel how warm he is for awhile. Suddenly he stops kissing me and quickly tenses up pushing my legs back together between his unintentionally. Instinctively in efforts to stop himself from peeing but when you're lying spread eagle on top of someone in an already warm wet diaper I think It's kind of unstoppable at this point. He laches on to me like a child on the verge of being dropped by it's mother and holds on to me tightly. The look on his face screams alarm and I feel him start to rewarm the diaper rather quickly. Not so smug when the accident is unannounced I guess. This time I feel my leggings dampen really warm as he pees and the diaper leaks through his jeans leaving us both with a sizeable wet spot between between both of our legs. He looks frozen and I can tell he can't stop going- finally I come back to earth "It's okay baby." I whisper to him. "I'm so sorry-." He props himself up onto his knees, towering above me I watch as he examines the damage on his pants. His gaze quickly darts to me who is also wet his lips quiver "I'm sorry-." He says again, at this point I realize he's experiencing more anxiety than arousal possibly due to having been scolded after having had, had so many accidents over his life time. "Hey, hey It's okay. Don't worry it's okay." I sit up and hug him, soothing him into my embrace. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?". |
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(I've been writing this for 8 hours straight and I've had to pee twice lol. But I want to keep going.)
He stops shaking while I hold him poor thing looks like a beaten dog. "I'm falling for you too Jess." He calms in my arms. I kiss his forehead and whisper to him that it's okay and that it was just an accident. He nods but nuzzles his forehead back into my neck just low enough so he can still see the TV. "I'm here for you it's okay baby." I whisper to him still trying to calm him. I didn't expect this reaction especially after the first wetting but maybe the whole "being changed" is what is traumatic...? I don't know. I'm glad he seems to be doing better now and I hope that he knows he doesn't have to be afraid to be himself around me. Soon he nods off to sleep in my arms, he cuddles into me. A black hoodie and a diaper couldn't look sexier on any other man. I admire him as he sleeps. His head now cuddled into my boob and his diapered crotch wrapped over my one thigh, I can tell he's been tired. He pulls his hand from being wrapped around my waist and he starts sucking on his thumb. I ruffle my fingers through his hair and he's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my whole life. I fall asleep too, tangled up with him between my White Sheets.
We make it through the night- bed unscathed. His diaper is wet though I can tell as I can feel its become misshapen overnight. He's still asleep, thumb still perched between his soft lips. The light shines in dimly through my blinds and Netflix beams "Are you still watching?" on the TV. He squirms in his sleep and moans and groans a little. Pulling his thumb out of his month and repositioning himself cuddling into me more. I feel his diaper growing warmer against my leg and I peak down to find him still blissfully asleep and this time wetting with a smile on his face. I guess he likes peeing better while he's asleep. I hold my breath and hope it doesn't leak again for his sake. He moans again and squirms when he's finished. Tugging at the diaper in his sleep but we're both still dry thankfully. He goes back to sucking his thumb and I kiss his forehead gently. Shortly after he wakes and pulls his thumb out of his mouth "Sorry-" He musters still half asleep. "It's okay- I think it's cute." He hugs me still in a cuddle "It happens when I get stressed out." he justifies. "You don't have to be afraid with me, just be yourself." I tell him and he nods. He pulls himself up leaning now on a bent elbow and supporting his head with his hand he looks at me. I still can't get enough of his eyes. I stroke his cheek gently "Big baby blue eyes." I say to him and he smiles blushing and looks away then back to me "Jessie would you change me?" he asks. I smile "I thought you'd never ask."
We pull away the comforters and he spreads out on the bed stretching uncovered. His diaper tinged yellow contrast against the White Sheets. Hoodie still over his head but he seems to be more comfortable now. He slides off the bed onto the towel as if we already have a "drill". He sucks his thumb freely now lying on the towel. He watches me undo the tapes and start changing him. I love it how he moans with pleasure as I change him it turns me on so much. After I'm done cleaning him up I realize it's a monday and neither of us are at school. He can tell I realized something and he asks me what's wrong. I don't want to scare him but I tell him "I totally forgot about school." Around his thumb he musters that he doesn't have a first class which is good. I can miss mine it doesn't really matter It's almost graduation. "Do you want to go diapered or undiapered...?" I ask, not sure. He shuffles through his bag and finds a pair of boxers which he slides on himself. Thumb out of his mouth I see him slowly transitioning back into "big-boy mode". "Undiapered" he says before kissing me then pulling on a clean pair of jeans. His wet light blue ones still in a pile on my white tile floor next to the bed. "We better get going if we want to make second period- my dad will kill me if I have anymore late slips." he says standing up hastily and doing up his spare pair of black jeans- a safer colour choice might I add. I go into my room and change quickly as I pass the bathroom I think about what he had said to me. "Jake?" I say to him. "Yeah?" he looks to me, already ready to go. " Do you have to go potty before we go?" I ask to which he just bites his lip and shakes his head no. I approach more seductively this time, "Jake, could you try to be a big boy for me and let me take you to the potty?" I ask. He grins smiling, having been caught. I reach out my hand and he takes it without hesitation. I lead him into my washroom and undo his pants again for him. He looks at me quietly without making any motion to actually use the toilet. "Do you think you could help me like you did at the park..?" He asks shyly. "I have a hard time using a bathroom that's not my own." he admits. I smile and nod. I stand behind him and we each take hold of him to point him towards the toilet. I wrap my other warm around him pulling him into a hug almost and he reciprocates and leans back into me. He closes his eyes to relax- I'm not that great at helping aim yet so some of the pee misses the toilet and ends up on the floor and the edges but atleast he's going. "It's fine- don't worry about it." I reassure him and he finishes in the toilet. He yanks up his pants and looks at the time "We have to go!" he says turning out of the bathroom. Pee all over the floor which I will clean up later. I admire it for a moment before following him out of the house. |
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(Men reported engaging in ABDL behaviour for almost 17 years on average some even longer. Most sparking interest at age 11 or younger.)
I'm glad she took me to the potty that turned me on. It also turns me on when she says potty. I don't know how to initiate sex into all this especially with my anxiety but I feel like her and I will become for comfortable with each other over time. She makes me feel so much better. "You're so beautiful." I say to her, I admire her hair effortlessly tussled up into a bun. "Thank you." She smiles grabbing my hand. We're holding hands. I don't think I've ever walked to school holding hands with a girl- none as beautiful or accepting as Jess at least. "Sh*t" she says. I've never heard her curse before. "What's wrong?" I say beginning to get nervous. She looks up to me blushing "I forgot to use the bathroom." She admits shyly. And yep- I'm hard again. I try to play it off cool "Maybe I'm going to have to ask you if you need to use the potty next time." I whisper to her so no one else can hear and she scoffs and laughs. "Do you like it that I need to pee?" She asks teasingly. "Maybe." I admit. She winks at me before grabbing herself and telling me dramatically "Daddy I gotta go pee!" I turn beat red and try to tuck away my erection now unapologetically before we get to school "Stop!" I laugh jokingly as I tug at myself too for different reasons. I whisper to her "Pants don't soak up cum like a diaper does." and she giggles and straightens herself up but soon starts to fidget as we get closer to the school. "I don't care if I'm late I have to pee so bad." She says to me as she is starting to get a bit more agitated now. I have to warn her now "seriously, you're going to make me do it too." she stops mentioning anything but the look on her face says she's amused by her teasing of me and her grip on my hand doesn't get any looser.
Finally we get to school I watch her dart into the bathroom. I wish I could go with her. I wish I could watch her desperately try to get into a stall. I realize its weird for me to be staring at the women's washroom and the bell rings to break my concentration. Sadly I go to my respective class without her and I don't get to see Jess for the rest of the day. She has some kind of class or practice through lunch so I won't see her until after school. I never thought I'd love spending so much time with someone. I forget to go to the bathroom between afternoon classes- like an idiot. Maybe I really do need Jess to babysit me... tell me to go potty. I bite my lip in class and feel myself dampen my underwear a little just at the thought of that. Sh*t. You can't tell but now I really need to go. I absolutely hate school washrooms. More than anything. I'm going to try and hold it under school is done. Jess texts me that she'll meet me at the entrance of the school so that we can walk home together.
I'm practically running through the hallways my pour bladder throbbing behind my abdomen. I see her. She doesn't even have a chance to say hi before I grab her wrist and start pulling her along with me out of the school. I don't care if she's with her friends, I don't care if she needs her books, because I need to get out of here now. She gets my sense of urgency and starts keeping up with my pace so that i'm not dragging her along. "Why don't you go here?" She whispers, this makes me dribble a little but I regain my strength. I start walking even faster and I say to her honestly- "Because you can't come help me." I blush but it's the truth. I am pee-shy, toilet shy whatever- you name it. I'd rather go in my pants. We're far enough away from the school now but no where near either of our houses. I pull her into an alley way with me and I lean my back up against the brick wall. Slumping to the ground in a sitting position legs spread I start having a huge accident. Soaking right through my underwear into my jeans. My pants can't even absorb it as fast as its coming out and theres a literal stream of pee shooting between my legs and pooling onto the pavement- even worse than on the night we met. I cover my face and lean onto my knees, I just go full force through my pants until I'm finished I don't even care at this point. I feel the pee running in every direction being soaked up by the butt of my pants. My thighs the bottom of my shirt- nothing is safe. I let out the last of it and the streams stops, I'm overwhelmed with relief, not only to not have to hold all of that in but that I was able to get far enough away from the school in broad daylight to do so. I collect myself for a moment before looking up at her. She kneels down to my level again same as she did the first night except this time she hands me her hoodie "Here- wrap this around your waist to cover up the wet spot. Because of my sitting position not much has ran down my legs and I'm able to position the hoodie well enough so I don't look noticeable. I look up at her distraught. She rubs my shoulder with comforting eyes. "Can you just keep me diapered when we get home?" I ask her referring to her house. She beams at me "Of course my love, it would be my pleasure." |
Hello all! This is a new series that I am starting. It's going to be a collection of short stories that are all set in the same fictional world of Glecoya. I will (hopefully) continue to post new stories and update pretty regularly. Most, if not all, of the stories will be female based. I am open to feedback as well as any suggestions. Thanks very much, and enjoy reading!
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A Knight in The Jungle
Eylsica dashed throughout the forest, hacking at the dense undergrowth with her sword. Her quarry was just visible through the trees up ahead. As a Knight of Protection, a member of one of the four human knight organizations that inhabited Glecoya, t was her duty to defend the Human territories from any who might cause harm. That was what she was doing now. Her target, a tall man dressed in black robes, was pulling away in front of her. Although his dark cloak were an asset when the assassin was in a gloomy city it was less helpful out in the wilderness, as it revealed to Eylsica his exact location. Still, he was pulling away. Assassins were meant for speed and stealth after all, and the man's lithe build put Eylsica at a heavy disadvantage when running through the heavy vegetation. Eylsica was unwilling to give up just yet. Gritting her teeth, she pushed on. After a few more minutes of heavy running, she realized it was hopeless and started to slow down. At least she had chased him out of the Human lands, they had crossed the border into Fey territory a while back. Eylsica pulled to a stop, breathing deeply. She had been tracking the assassin for over a week, all for him to just get away. Her superiors were not going to be happy.
Eylsica looked around, scanning her surroundings. She consulted briefly with her map, before turning around ready to head back to Venport, the city where her Order of Knights was located. She stopped however when something caught her eye. Was that a house? This portion of jungle to the Southeast of the Human territory was mostly uninhabited. Sure you got a few hermits, but never in a home this nice. It had two stories for God's sake! Eylsica had also heard stories of witches and mages inhabiting the jungle. She narrowed her eyes. I should probably check this out, she thought. To make sure it's safe. Plus she was so thirsty. Her waterskin had run dry hours ago. She would need to find a stream soon to refill it. Or she could get a drink from whoever was inside. She walked toward the house and knocked, keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword just in case.
The door was pulled open to reveal a squat woman in brown clothing with a black cloak over top. Behind the woman Eylsica could see a shelf covered in bottles of varying shapes and sizes. Definitely a witch. Eylsica immediately grew cautious. Witches could be very dangerous. But she just so thirsty! And water from some random stream would taste so much worse than whatever this woman could offer.
"Come in dear!" the witch said in a high airy voice. "You look parched! Let me get you something to drink". She walked through the house and turned into a room where Eylsica couldn't see her. Now Eylsica was even more cautious. But she really needed to drink something. Fortunately, she was a knight who was trained for difficult situations. When the witch arrived with her beverage, Eylsica discreetly slipped a vial from her traveling pouch. It was filled with a clear, watery liquid. The vial contained puresap, a mix of various antidotes mixed with the sap of the redthorne tree. When combined, the substances mixed to create a liquid that could mostly negate the effects of magic substances. She poured the vial into her beverage when the witch wasn't looking, then downed the whole thing. Eylsica sighed. The beverage tasted pretty good and quenched her thirst well. After thanking the woman, who she payed for the drink, Eylsica left the cabin. When she looked back the witch had an odd, disappointed look on her face.
A few hours later found Eylsica hiking through the muggy jungle. She was only a day or two away from the nearest village, but over a week from Venport. She was accustom to camping in the woods when she couldn't find a town or village with an open bed. That didn't mean she wanted to sleep in the wilderness, but it wouldn't be the worst thing. As she trudged through the dense jungle, Eylsica felt an odd tingling sensation in her toes. The sensation gradually moved up her legs, reaching her calves, thighs, and hips. There it stoped. Puzzled, Eylsica stopped and examined her legs. They looked normal. She was dressed in her Knights of Protection uniform, a blue coat over a chainmail chestplate. She had taken off the armor covering her legs to help with the heat, leaving the wool leggings underneath. The tingling continued. This is weird Eylsica thought. Maybe I'm just tired. Frowning she made to continue her hike. But as soon as Eylsica tried to take a step, she collapsed. Groaning, Eylsica attempted to stand. She couldn't. She tried to stand once more before realizing the problem. She couldn't feel her legs.
The tingle was gone, replaced by an empty void. As she looked, she could still move her legs and feet, but she couldn't feel it. In fact, if Eylsica moved her legs while glancing in the other direction there was no way to know she was moving. How had this happened? The witch's potion! The puresap must not have been enough to completely negate the potion's effects. It had only weakened them, confining the feeling to her lower body. Eylsica suspected that if the potion hadn't been weakened, she would be the witch's prisoner at the moment. Now she just had to figure out what her next step would be. After a few minutes, and several falls, Eylsica was able to stand without the support of a near by tree. Next, she had to figure out if she could walk. She tried to take a few steps, but found it challenging. After a few more attempts, however, she realized that if she just watched her legs constantly, she was able to keep some semblance of hand eye coordination, enough to walk with. Still, the going was slow. At this rate it would take Eylsica months to reach Venport. What can I do? the knight thought. I just have to keep walking.
So she did. After about an hour Eylsica took a break from her snail's pace to rest. She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes. Not a moment later, Eylsica was startled out of her relaxation. She had heard a sound. In the uninhabited jungles, there was no telling how many dangerous creatures were on the prowl. She drew her sword and stood waiting, listening intently. She heard the sound again. It was a quiet hissssssss. It could be a snake-like creature. The sound grew louder. Eylsica braced herself, eyes darting around in an attempt to locate the sounds origin. She soon found it. The sound was coming from her. Eylsica's eyes widened in shock as she looked at her legs. A dark stain was rapidly spreading across her wool leggings. The hissss was the sound of Eylsica peeing herself. She looked on, powerless to top the stream, as the stain on her clothing grew larger. A puddle began to form on the ground below her. Rivers of urine poured down her legs. The fabric around her thighs was almost black due to the saturation. And of course, Eylsica couldn't feel any of it. It was a truly strange sensation. She could see the piss running down her legs, but was unable to feel her bladder emptying, or the liquid staining her cloths. After about a minute, her stream died down. She was still confused about the sensation of not feeling her accident. Still, her curiosity didn't take away from the embarrassment of wetting her pants like a child. After some struggle, Eylsica was able to change her clothes, thankful for the spare uniform she kept in her bag. She continued her slow walk to the nearest town.
A few days later, Eylsica stumbled into the village of Cestin. She was exhausted. Feeling had just began to return to her legs. That felt great, but didn't make the last mile any easier. She had wet herself multiple times since the first incident. It was hard for her to know when she needed to stop to relive herself when she couldn't feel how full her bladder was. There were a few times when she hadn't even realized she was peeing her pants until it was too late. To make matters worse, she only had one spare uniform. This meant that she was forced to wear her soiled leggings while walking. She was glad that she couldn't feel the wet fabric rubbing against her legs. She didn't miss the looks that her obviously soiled garments drew form the townspeople, though they were polite enough not to say anything. After an embarrassing conversation with the innkeeper, Eylsica was able to secure a room for the night. She collapsed down on to the bed, immediately pulling off her wet leggings, and donning the nightgown the inn provided. She hopped into the wash basin and emerged twenty minuted later feeling much better. She stubbed her toe on the bed as she entered the main room and cursed. Then she started to smile. She now had full feeling in her legs, toes, feet, and thankfully bladder. Eylsica laid down on the soft mattress and soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep. |
Just a quick clarification before the second story. These stories don't follow any central theme or storyline, and are mostly unrelated to each other. This means that there probably won't be many repeat characters if any.
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The Duel
The village of Fhelian was alive with chatter. Ainne tuned out the exited whispers as she strolled through the streets. She had to stay focused. She had an important duel coming up. It was the championship match, a very big deal. Ainne was one of the village's best duelists and this was her chance to prove her skill. She shaded her eyes as she glanced at the sun to discern the time. Just after noon. Only an hour left, she thought. Ainne hated to wait. To pass some time, she had decided to talk a walk through Fhelian's cobbled roads. She loved her village, and although it wasn't large it did have a strong sense of community. As she walked, Ainne bowed to a farmer she saw working the fields, as was her people's custom. Ainne was a Parshitali. The Parshitali were a humanoid race that lived on the eastern shore of Glecoya. They had bright pink skin with mesmerizing blue and purple markings. It was often easy to tell one Parshitali from another just by the pattern on their skin. The Parshitali also enjoyed a hight advantage over their distant human cousins. If the pink skin wasn't enough, a Parshitali's deep blue hair was a dead giveaway.
The other defining characteristic of the Parshitali was that they loved to fight. Swordsmanship was a founding pillar of their culture. Duels were held often, and great fame and wealth awaited the very best. Because of their love for the blade, other races tended to see Parshitali as a bloodthirsty people, hungering for war. This was, of course, a false stereotype. Who could enjoy the blood and destruction of war? There was no joy in that. It was like comparing fine art to a child's finger painting. They were leagues apart. In addition, the Parshitali didn't worship the blade as some thought. They simply enjoyed the entertainment it could provide. The Parshitali culture instead held those who provided above all others. Farmers, smiths, and medics were some of the most respected callings one could have.
Ainne rounded the last bend in her walk, and found herself looking at the arena. Every village had one, and how nice your arena was acted as a mark of pride. Almost time now Ainne thought. She headed inside the arena. She was quickly recognized as a contestant and was led to a small room built into the wall of the arena where she could prepare. She could hear the crowd roaring with anticipation outside. Through a slit in the wood that made up the door of her staging room Ainne could see a large circle filled with hard packed sand. She also caught a glimpse of the crowded seating, rising above the arena floor. Her heart fluttered with anticipation. Ainne had never been able to quell that mix of excitement and nerves that arose before a duel.
She grabbed her sword, Daybringer, which had been left in her staging room by an attendant. She took a swig of water from the canteen hanging from the wall. She wore no armor. What was the fun of a duel if you could just take a hit? Sure, it was helpful in all-out war, but not for a duel. That was like walking with a cane, or swimming with a flotation device. You would use it if you had to, but only when necessary. Plus Parshitali medics had powerful healing magic. They could easily patch up an injured fighter. Ainne heard a countdown begin somewhere in the stands. Her stomach fluttered again as the wooden gate in front of her began to rise. This would not be an easy fight. Ainne's opponent was a powerful duelist from a neighboring village. The fight would end only when one person yield or was too injured to continue. The countdown hit zero, the gate lifted, and Ainne stepped out onto the sand.
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Vasati stepped onto the sand, brushing long blue hair behind her ear. She looked across the arena, sizing up her opponent. Her opponent, Ainne, was doing the same. The first park of the duel didn't involve swords at all. It was about watching your opponent and choosing the best strategy. As the two Parshitali women continued to circle each other in the sand, waiting for the other to make the first move. Vasati had a more powerful build compared to Ainne who was taller and lithe. Ainne had beautiful triangle shaped purple markings on her cheeks. Vasati envied those markings. Her light blue ones were nice, but not nearly as attractive as Ainne's. Both of the women were wearing the standard dueling clothing. A loose black top that exposed the midriff paired with tight brown trousers held up by a rope belt.
Now that she was done inspecting her opponent the duel could truly begin. Vasati dashed forward and swung at Ainne with a quick overhand strike. Ainne parried before pulling back and swinging at Vasati's legs. Dodging back, Vasati remained calm sword held in front of her. Metal clashed again as the two swords connected. The crowd roared. Vasati blocked out the sound and focused. Ainne was advancing forward, sword held in an aggressive position. Vasati fell back into a defensive stance, fending off a flurry of blows. She went on the attack net, but had little success. The two women broke apart for a brief moment. They seemed to be evenly matched in terms of skill. That just means I have to be smarter. thought Vasati. She feel back into a defensive position again, hoping to coax Ainne into making a mistake.
The two continued to class with out success. Neither had even scored a hit on their opponent. The two women fell back for what seemed like the hundredth time breathing heavy. The longer they fought, the more likely they were to make a mistake. Knowing this, both women tried to conserve energy by fighting defensively. Ainne was worried. She was all for a good fight, but she had used some of her best moves and they had done nothing! Vasati really was good. Ainne was forced to jerk to the side in order to avoid a downward slice form Vasati's blade. A blush rose on Ainne's face as she felt a couple drops of piss leak into her undergarments. She had leaked a few times before, and was worried about the saturation she could feel in her underwear. This was not an uncommon problem for Ainne or any duelist. A duel could be scary affairs, and no one ever thought less of you for losing control. Of course that didn't mean Ainne was happy about it. She would just have to try to hold on until the duel was finished. But who knew how long that would be.
Vasati was in a similar situation. Her own bladder had started to act up. She had never been the best at holding, even under normal circumstances. The added stress and fear of a duel didn't help. There were other things to focus on at the moment though. Vasati blocked a strike aimed for her side before trying to retaliate with a jab. Ainne slapped her blade away, before attacking with a thrust of her own. Vasati danced away. Both women were flagging. They were exhausted. Vasati decided to give it one last effort. This was going to be her final gambit. She jumped at Ainne with a flurry of strikes, her sword singing in the air. Ainne was able to block the blows but was forced backward. She winced as one of Vasati's strikes nicked her arm. Ainne grimaced. She needed to regroup, before trying to fight again. She went to back away, but felt her foot hit the arena's stone wall. A jolt of fear shot through Ainne's bod she was cornered.
A swing came at Ainne's head and she was able to block, but her own sword rebounded into the wall. Ainne lost her grip, and the weapon fell from her hands. In moments Vasati's blade was pressed against Ainne's throat forcing the women back against the wall. Cold terror washed over Ainne like a wave. Her stomach stomach did a somersault, and her heart raced. Ainne's fear coaxed her bladder to release. Warm pee began to run down her legs in rivers. The warm wetness made her cringe. The brown trousers she wore did nothing to hide her accident. Dark streaks made their way down her legs, forming a dark circle on the sand. Embarrassment made Ainne blush.
"I yield!" she shouted. The blade was pulled from her neck. Ainne slumped to her knees as the last few drops of her piss soaked into the sand. The duel was over. Vasati had won the day.
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Vasati slumped against the wall of her staging room. She smiled. That Ainne girl was good. It had been one of the most challenging duels of her life. And who could blame the girl for losing control of her bladder? Vasati had nearly done the same. As a matter of fact, she did still need to pee. And pretty bad too. An exiting duel can do that to a person. Vasati looked around the room, but couldn't find a place to relieve herself. Her bladder spasmed in protest. Uh oh. Vasati thought. Her bladder ached again. She quickly walked to the door out of the staging room. She pushed it open and was instantly greeted by an attendant. Before she could make her needs known, Vasati was dragged away by the short Parshitali man. She was lead to an open chamber. Vasati groaned internally. The trophy ceremony. She clenched her bladder as hard as she could before entering the room.
Vasati walked out thirty minutes later barely keeping control. Her legs were shaking. She walked briskly through the area surrounding the arena, looking for a bathroom. After a few minutes of desperate searching, she was out of options. Vasati could feel the urine about to slip into the dueling pants she still war. Suddenly an idea came to her. She half-ran, half-waddled, thighs pressed together into the arena. As she stumbled out onto the sand she sighed in relief. There was no body there. Everyone had already left the arena to celebrate. Vasati made to pull down her pants in order to relieve herself on the sand, but found she couldn't. The belt! She struggled with the rope for a moment, but it was too late. The floodgates opened and Vasati began to wet herself. She groaned as piss rushed into her undergarments, then pouring into her trousers. She leaned her back against a wall and let it happen. As much as she felt embarrassed, the release did feel relaxing. She peed for what must have been a full minute before looking down to inspect the damage. The position in which she had leaned against the wall had made the pee run down below her ass and the bottom of her thighs. Dark stains also could be seen on her calves and between her legs. A small puddle had formed between her feet. Vasati groaned with disappointment. Wether she had won the duel or not, she still felt like a loser at the moment.
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The Quest for a Queen (Note: There is some sexual content towards the end of the story)
Sienna pulled herself up from the soft mattress, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She stretched, yawning, as light filtered in through the window. As she became fully aware of her surroundings, a smile light the Fey woman's face. She threw off her blankets and sat up. To Sienna's delight, she noticed a damp sensation surrounding her legs, and a dark stain on her sheets. She had wet the bed. Her nightgown had been soaked along with her blankets. The accident had probably happened recently, due to the dampness that her clothes displayed as they clung to Sienna's legs. Sienna loved that sensation. In fact, she loved wetting herself in general. The feeling of relief, the liquid running down her legs, the warmth that heated up her clothing. She loved it. Fetishes like Sienna's were not uncommon among the Fey people. They were a society that reveled in pleasure, not matter how it was obtained. At first glance, the Fey looked just like humans. That was until you noticed that incredible beauty and otherworldly grace. The Fey held beauty above all other characteristics. All the Fey people were shockingly beautiful, and made no attempt to hide it. They were the descendants of a union between ancient humans and the now extinct fairies that had once inhabited Glecoya.
As much as Sienna wanted to enjoy the damp sensation that was still present on her bed, she had things to do today. It was an important time in Fey history. They were selecting a new monarch. Sienna got dressed in a tight emerald dress that cut off just before the knees, as was the current fashion among the Fey. She tied her pale blond hair into a braid that flowed down her back before slipping out into the busy streets of Amora, the capital of the Fey territory. As Sienna walked through the city she saw many couples or groups heading the same way she was. They were all dressed in their finest fabrics, with elaborate hairstyles and makeup. Everyone in the city wanted the same thing. To be the new ruler of the Fey. Fey monarchs were not chosen like others. There was no inheriting the throne or divine right. Instead, the new rulers were chosen based on beauty. Thousands of eligible men and women gathered in Amora to attend a series of parties and receptions. After all the celebration was over, every citizen would vote for their new monarch based on their appearance, grace, and elegance. The man and woman who received the most votes would be married, and become the new King and Queen.
Many people from all over Glecoya thought that the Fey practices were foolish. But this was one of the most deeply ingrained traditions of Fey culture, and they would not be abandoning it any time soon. Plus, the Fey had no need for a strong political ruler. Their human neighbors to the North shared a bond due to their ancestry, and were strong allies. The Parshitali that bordered their eastern and southern sides were mostly peaceful, and didn't interact much with outsiders. To the West, right in the middle of the Glecoyan continent, was the Wastelands. Miles and miles of unending dessert created a strong natural fortification. The Fey still had a standing army of course, though it never saw much use. Sienna stopped in the road to marvel at the gorgeous structure in front of her. The Royal Palace was a massive building made completely from white quartz. It shone in the morning sun, a beacon of beauty above the city. Even though Sienna had lived in Amora all her life, she had still never gotten tiered of the gorgeous building. The Palace was the venue for the final reception before the vote. Composing herself, Sienna strode in, head held high. It was important that she look confident and graceful. She walked into the large main hall where a large crowd of other hopefuls were socializing. Glancing around the room, Sienna soon found who she was looking for. Luna was a tall woman with smooth auburn hair, dressed in a tight sapphire dress, similar to the one Sienna wore.
Sienna and Luna had been in a relationship for over two years now. They shared the same interests and, much to Sienna's delight, fetishes. Same sex couples were relatively common in Fey culture. They didn't care about someone's gender as much as they did about overall beauty. The act of having both a Queen and a King was more for equal gender representation than tradition. Luna saw Sienna from across the room and came to meet her. Sienna couldn't help but glance at Luna's curvy figure as she walked.
"Hey gorgeous" Luna said as way of introduction.
"Hey yourself", Sienna responded. "I love that dress".
"Thanks!" Luna said. "I know you like blue" A mischievous smile broke across Luna's face. Sienna couldn't help but smile back. After a few minutes of talking, and after Luna introduced Sienna to some others she had met at the party, a horn sounded. Everyone turned to look at the source of the noise. The King stood in front of a set of massive oak doors, surrounded by guards playing trumpets. The King gave a short speech, thanking everyone for coming and wishing luck to his successor. His wife, The Queen, had died a month ago causing the search for a new pair of monarchs. The doors behind The King opened and the feast had begun.
Luna and Sienna sat down beside each other about half way down one of the five long wood tables that stretched the length of the feasting hall. The room was truly massive. The feast consisted of roast duck and swan, as well as delicious pastries and fruits. They were also served the finest Fey wine, known across Glecoya for its quality. The Fey loved to eat. Even though it was still early morning, the gathered hopefuls stuffed themselves like it was their last meal. Even in the face of such unorthodox eating habits, Fey never seemed to gain any wait, always staying at an optimal size. This quality was probably some left over magic from their fairy ancestors.
Sienna dug in to a large bite of duck, savoring the salty gravy drizzled over top. Throughout the fast she engaged in pleasant conversation with Luna to her right as well as a man seated to her left, who said his name was Trevan. During the meal, Sienna made a point of drinking as much wine as possible. She was starting to feel her bladder fill up. She looked to her side at Luna who she knew was doing the same. They shared a wink and a smile. After the feast had concluded a few hours later, The King bade farewell to his guests and they filled out of the Palace. The votes would be counted all day and throughout the night. The Fey would know their new monarch by tomorrow.
Luna and Sienna walked down the street hand in hand. They were on their way back to Sienna's place. Both women were more than a bit tipsy, and both stumbled along with their bladders clenched. About half way to Sienna's home, Luna moaned and bent over, hand shoved between her legs. Sienna giggled, and felt herself get exited. This is so hot she thought to herself.
"That bad huh?", she asked.
"Yeah" Luna grunted. "I don't now if I'm gonna make it back to your house". Sienna felt her heart flutter. They kept walking, though Luna was forced to stop periodically to keep ahold of her bladder. About two blocks from Sienna's house, Luna stopped. She gasped as she threw both hands between her legs.
"It's coming out!" She whispered frantically. Sienna grabbed her partner's hand and, after a moment of hesitation, pulled her into an ally between two tall buildings. There, Luna pressed her back against a wall and leaned her head back, not even bothering with her clothes. Sienna heard a quiet hiss as Luna started to piss herself. Luna moaned in pleasure as her bladder released. Piss poured into her panties before splashing against her legs. Her position against the wall caused the urine to run onto the back of her dress before falling to the ground with a patter. A puddle formed under her legs. Luna felt amazing. Her wet legs rubbed together as she stood up, spraying drops of pee onto the ground. Sienna stared as her partner straightened up. They had peed in front of each other plenty of times before, but never in public. The whole incident had gotten her very horny. Not to mention her own need to pee had gotten more pressing after watching Luna's accident.
Luna peeked around the corner into the street before pulling Sienna along behind her as she made her way toward Sienna's house. Sienna could clearly see a dark wet spot on Luna's dress, where the blue had darkened almost to navy. Her heart was beating almost out of her chest. Soon, they had reached Sienna's house. As soon as Sienna had unlocked the door and pulled it open, Luna was upon her. She pressed her lips to Sienna's as she kicked the door closed with her heel. They feel onto Sienna's bed which, Sienna noticed with amusement, still had a stain on it from her bedwetting that morning. Luna noticed too.
"What happened here?" she asked, rubbing the stain.
"I had a little accident" Sienna said with a sly smile. Luna grinned and kissed her again. After a few minutes of making out, Sienna sat upright. She was straddling Luna who lay flat on the bed beneath her.
"Luna" she whispered. "I have to pee".
"Then do it" Luna whispered back. Sienna smiled, and let go. Her bladder burst, and pee rushed into her panties. She moaned in pleasure as the liquid ran down between her legs. The stream formed another wet spot on the bed between her legs. Sienna basked in the pleasure of her wetting. After about thirty seconds she felt her stream die down. The fabric of her lace panties clung to her vagina. Luna rose up onto her knees, and their mouths met again. They fell back onto the bed, and after a minute or two, had cast off their dresses. They pressed up against each other in just their undergarments before casting those aside too. The two women pressed their bodies together moving as one. Sienna felt a different kind of pressure building up in her lower body. Luna's fingers worked her exposed womanhood, rubbing back and forth. Sienna moaned as she felt an orgasm coming. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she climaxed.
After Sienna came down from her high, she soon returned the favor. It wasn't long before Luna was gasping as she she too climaxed. The two girls laid down on the bed, thoroughly soaked with Sienna's piss. They snuggled up against each other, feeling the heat from the others body. Their activities had left them exhausted. The two Fey closed their eyes and relaxed, drifting off to a peaceful sleep filled with dreams of feasts and wettings.
Edited January 23, 2021 by JackFrost16
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Don't know how much demand there is for this particular fandom, but I'm really enjoying writing it. This is just chapter 1, but if I find the time I have some ideas for a few other chapters. *** Some very mild sexual contact about 2/3 of the way in so just be warned ***
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Chapter 1
Mogami shifts nervously on the hard plastic bench. Glancing toward the front of the train she tries to read the clock. 5:30, barely five minutes into the twenty minute ride. She releases a shaky breath. The pressure in her bladder had been steadily building all day. Now she could feel herself reaching a breaking point. Her leg begins to bounce involuntarily as her mind attempts to calculate just how long she has until the inevitable. Another wave of pressure rolls over her. With a small gasp she grabs herself. In doing so her hand passes over the padlock fastened tightly to the clasp of her shorts. She stops for a second to give the shackle a tug. The added pressure around her waist squeezes out another gasp and forces her hand between her legs. Her only hope lies in the small key she intentionally left behind in her room.
The train’s intercom softly chimes its approach to the final station on the line. Mogami jumps at the sudden sound as it breaks her concentration. In a split second she feels a spot of dampness form on her panties. Clamping back down, she struggles to regain her composure. The last couple minutes had been torture for the shipgirl. Her desperation had increased drastically, not helped by the gentle motion of the train. She gingerly removes her hands from her crotch to inspect the damage. Thankfully nothing has soaked through. Still, she is thankful for the empty train car. Even without an obvious stain her constant squirming is a dead giveaway to her condition. Staggering to the doors, she waits impatiently for them to open.
Once free of the confines of the train, Mogami weighs her options. She had to get back to her dorm before it’s too late. The front gate is the closest entrance, and with time against her it’s a tempting route. This would also take her through the heart of the base. The thought of someone seeing her in this state is terrifying, and the risk of not making it too great. Bouncing from one leg to the other, she thinks of another way to the dorms. The small gates placed around the base perimeter are farther away, but offer her only other hope. Mogami pauses for a moment. Even if the longer walk is too much she’ll at least avoid the embarrassment of losing control in some hallway. Another wave of desperation spurs her into action. Stepping off the road she staggers toward the gate nearest the dorms.
Mogami’s heart is racing. With each step she can feel her bladder struggling to hold. It’s exhilarating. This isn’t the first time she'd set herself up in such a manner. In fact she would frequently push herself to the edge and beyond, setting arbitrary time restrictions on using the bathroom. Of course she would rarely make it, and her evening would be relegated to cleaning the floor and her clothes. On occasion she would even go out into town during these challenges. The publicity added to the excitement, but she always made sure to give herself plenty of time to get home, or at least stayed near public toilets as a last resort. This was the first time she’d done something as drastic as locking herself into her shorts.
After ten minutes of walking punctuated by occasional leaks, the gate finally comes into view. By now a small damp patch has appeared between Mogami’s thighs. Every muscle in her body is now begging for release. She considers just giving up here and now. The torrent that would pour from her, running down her legs and soaking her shoes and the grass beneath, would feel like heaven. But the fear of running into someone in the dorm halls keeps her going. Just a bit farther she repeats to herself as she feels yet another spurt break free. Finally making it to the gate she slaps her ID badge against the scanner and stumbles into the courtyard behind the dorms.
For a moment, Mogami had forgotten her situation. A shipgirl making such a dramatic entrance would have attracted considerable attention, had there been anyone in the courtyard. Mogami considers this another stroke of luck in her worsening debacle. Now in a dead sprint, she heads for her dorm. She’s so close. Just a couple flights of stairs stand between her and relief. These prove difficult, threatening to undo her at every step. The small damp patch has by now grown into a sizable dark patch along the front of her shorts. Rounding the corner at the top floor, she again thanks her good luck that the hallway is empty. She finally skids to a halt in front of her door, wrenches it open, and falls inside.
Mogami barely manages to close the door before running to the desk where she left the key. With shaky hands she rummages through the papers and knick-knacks strewn across it. Looking over her shoulder she eyes the toilet. So close yet so far. Finally finding the key, she grabs the padlock. Her legs are now violently shaking. Feeling the inevitable approaching, she tries to open the lock. No sooner does she jam the key in than the floodgates open.
The relief is instant, forcing a long moan from Mogami’s lips. She braces herself against the table as her legs weaken and a loud hiss joins her moans. Warmth quickly fills her panties as a broad, dark stain spreads over both sides of her shorts. Hot streams cascade down her legs and begin to fill her shoes. The flow seems unending, only getting stronger with time. Her shoes quickly overflow as a large puddle forms. As the initial shock passes, Mogami is able to straighten herself. Closing her eyes, her mouth breaks into a shaky smile as she enjoys the sensations. Slipping her hands into her pockets she relaxes fully. The flow into her shorts steadies as she brings her legs together. This grows the ever widening stain across her front to the point her hands begin to dampen. She gently shifts her weight, enjoying the soft squelch of her drenched socks and shoes. Small ripples spread through the puddle as her movements combine with the liquid still pouring from her shorts. Her ecstasy is cut short by the soft creak of her door opening.
“F-fuck!”
Mogami spins in a panic, fear filling her mind. The splattering sound from the floor stops as every muscle in her body locks up. There, in the doorway, in full view of the mess that is Mogami, stands I-401. Mogami doesn’t even try to hide what’s happened. Her mind races for any excuse that would make sense. Spilled water? Not unless it fell straight down her shorts. Just an accident? The padlock is clearly no accident. As her mind races, I-401 quietly closes the door and turns the lock.
“I never would have guessed you like doing that too!” I-401 says with an excited grin. “Doesn’t it feel amazing to just let go and feel the warmth spread and clothing dampen? Oh, don’t let me stop you. Keep going!” The submarine begins to advance excitedly.
Mogami hasn’t heard I-401. She’s still attempting to process her shock at being discovered. Trying to back away from the approaching shipgirl, she bumps into her table. She’s cornered. “Shioi wait...stop. This isn’t-” but the submarine steps through her still warm puddle completely unfazed.
“Oh it’s just a little pee, what’s the big deal.” I-401 quips, closing the last couple feet to stand right up against Mogami. She gently places a hand over Mogami’s bladder. “Don’t tell me you’re empty.” As she says this, she gently presses on the still aching bladder. Mogami moans, but keeps her composure. Taking this as a challenge as well as consent, I-401 gingerly slides her fingers over the heavy cruiser’s still dripping shorts. The material is slick, easily allowing the submarine's hand to slide between Mogami’s thighs. Her legs part slightly as I-401 begins to gently press and rub the wet fabric over her shorts.
Mogami is nearing another breaking point. Despite how much she had already released, the pressure in her bladder is still almost unbearable. Now with the added sensation supplied by I-401, it’s excruciating. The terror she felt previously has been replaced by a combination of desperation and arousal. A combination she finds herself not wholly put off by. She wants nothing more than to fully empty herself. Yet try as she might, the embarrassment of someone watching such a thing keeps her muscles locked tight. All she can do is moan as the submarine becomes more forceful in her movements.
“Still nothing?” I-401 sounds slightly disappointed. Wrapping her free hand around the heavy cruiser's waist, she pulls her into a hug. “I guess I have to lead by example.”
Before Mogami can protest, she feels hot liquid once again racing down her thighs. For a moment she sighs in relief. But the pressure in her bladder isn’t going down. In fact, the additional feeling of running water is making it worse. Mogami looks down to the only other possible source. A large, wet stain is rapidly spreading across the front of the submarine's swimsuit and soaking into one leg of Mogami’s shorts. This proves too much for the heavy cruiser. Her bladder finally gives in with a shudder that racks her body and forces out a throaty sigh. Her flow is restored with a loud hiss, this time straining against the added pressure from I-401’s fingers. The submarine shifts her hand to allow the stream to flow freely down the pair’s legs. It mixes with I-401’s as the glistening fluid forms countless rivulets, flowing either into Mogami’s completely saturated shoes, or over I-401’s sandaled feet.
I-401 gives a contented sigh as she wiggles her toes in the small puddles that formed in her sandals. “See? Doesn’t that feel better,” she says with a laugh. Breaking away from the panting heavy cruiser, she bounces happily to the bathroom. Her sandals make a soft squishing sound with each step. Grabbing two towels, she tosses one toward Mogami and begins to wipe herself down with the other.
Mogami is still dumbstruck. “I...Uh...Thanks…” Mogami eventually stammers, barely catching the towel, “I never thought anyone else would enjoy this too. Let alone just...do that with me...or...to me” She dabs at her legs before turning her attention to the floor. Dropping the towel she slides it around with her dripping foot.
I-401 chuckles nervously. “Sorry, was that too forward? I just got really excited and wanted to join you.” She drops her own towel and begins helping to wipe up the floor. “I heard you running down the hall and was worried you were in trouble. When I got to your door it was still open a little so I just thought I’d check on you. Still probably should have knocked first.” Satisfied with her cleanup, she moves back to the bathroom and rinses out her towel. He hangs it up to dry and heads for the door. “Sorry to leave so quickly, but I have drills soon...but same time tomorrow?” Before Mogami can figure out if she’s joking or not, I-401 gives and wink and a wave before slipping out the door and heading back to her room.
Mogami attempts to collect her thoughts in the now silent room. Her head is a whirlwind. Am I really so lucky? Of all the shipgirls that could have walked in, she gets the one who not only understands her, but also joins her. Where did Shioi learn how to do all that? The way I-401 had touched and talked to her was something Mogami had only ever dreamt about. Realizing she’s still trapped in her soaking wet clothing, she finally undoes the shackle that caused this whole ordeal. The fabric clings to her legs as she pulls them off along with her socks and shoes. Bundling them with the towel, she tosses the lot into the sink. Did she really mean what she said about tomorrow? As surprising as the submarine's actions had been, Mogami had been desperately hoping for someone to share in her interest. The intrusion was out of worry after all so she could hardly hold that against her. Deciding the offer is most likely legitimate, Mogami excitedly turns on the shower for a much needed wash. Her heart and mind race at the thought of her suddenly much closer friend. |
Chapter 2
Mogami struggles to fall asleep. Her day had been such an emotional rollercoaster that she still hasn’t fully processed it. Tossing and turning, her mind constantly drifts back to just what I-401 is planning. Am I getting in over my head, Mogami thinks to herself. Regardless, there’s no undoing what’s been done. The two are now connected through their shared secret. Finally, she drifts off into a light, restless sleep.
Mogami wakes at the crack of dawn. Looking at her clock she lets out a groan. Her first class isn’t until later in the afternoon. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tries to go back to sleep. It’s no use. Her mind is still racing from the previous night's events. Resigning herself to an early morning start, she slowly gets dressed and heads to the cafeteria.
Mogami barely passes anyone on her trip across the base. A handful of shipgirls with early morning patrols mingle about the cafeteria entrance, and a smaller handful who just got off night drills are heading back to their dorms. One waves to her, making her jump slightly. Returning the wave she heads inside and picks up a tray. Her excitement of the previous day has been tempered by a rough night's sleep. Now that one person knew of her secret, she worries who else might now. Maybe she hadn’t been as careful in the past as she had thought. Maybe it’s common knowledge that she does laundry just a bit too frequently for it to be normal.
Her cascading thoughts are broken by a soft chime coming from her pocket. Finding a secluded seat, she sets down her tray and fishes out her phone. A text from I-401: Blah I have a patrol this morning -.- want to hang out around noon by the docks? Mogami’s heart rate skyrockets. She really was serious. Despite the submarine’s forwardness, Mogami still has doubts. This could be a setup, some kind of trap to ruin her life. At the same time this could be her only chance at connecting with someone, instead of leaving it at a one time fling. Regardless, I-401 already knows about her, and if she was malicious there’s nothing Mogami can do about it now. Her shaking hands are barely able to type out her response: sure.
Mogami barely touches her food, too concerned with what she’d just agreed to. She has even less of an idea of what I-401 is planning than she had before. The only response to her text had been a deluge of emojis that gave no indication of her intentions. Eventually she gives up on breakfast and heads back to her room. Every person she passes seems to be staring at her. It's just nerves, she thinks to herself, subconsciously speeding up. It’s barely 8:00. She has no idea how she’ll distract herself until noon.
The hours drag by for Mogami. She tries to read a book or focus on some work. Anything to make the time pass faster. It’s no use. The previous night’s events fill her mind. I-401 pressing against her. Her fingers between Mogami’s legs. Their puddles mixing on the floor. Mogami blushes, burying her head in her hands. She listens to her bounding heart rate. The anticipation is becoming too much. She bites her lip and unbuttons her shorts. Sliding a hand under her waistband, she runs a finger over her now wet panties. Although they’re not wet in the way she’s fantasizing about. In a moment of clarity she quickly checks the door. This time it’s locked. Satisfied, she returns her focus to herself.
Time melts away for Mogami. Alone in her room, she dives fully into her fantasies. Things she once thought she’d never get to experience now a possibility. Her body aches at the thoughts racing through her mind. Before she knows it, the clock on her desk chimes out noon and Mogami is brought back to reality with a start. As her mind clears, she realizes she’s late for her long anticipated meeting. She grabs her phone and runs out the door toward the docks. On her way she sends a text to I-401. coming.
Mogami arrives at the docks out of breath. Her heart is racing, only in part due to her run across the base. Despite her excitement, a sense of worry still hovers in the back of her mind. Fantasies are all well and good. Now, in real life, standing at the docks and looking for I-401, her feelings of doubt resurface. She considers going back to her room and pretending nothing had ever happened. But how would she ever face I-401 again. Before her feet could get any colder, she feels a tap on her shoulder.
Mogami spins around, her heart once again hammering in her chest. She’s not sure who she expected. There stands I-401, grinning from ear to ear. The submarine throws her arms around Mogami. “I’m so glad you came!” I-401 tightens her hug slightly, adding “I was really worried that I scared you off or something.”
“O-oh, not at all,” Mogami replies. “In fact,” she gulps, “I’ve been thinking about it all morning.” She feels I-401’s hands slide down her back as she says this. They come to rest just above her rear.
I-401 laughs and says with a smirk, “Well I’m glad I had such an impact on you.” She pulls back slightly, leaving her hands where they are but giving herself enough space to look at the heavy cruiser’s face. A face beet red with embarrassment. Letting out another giggle, the submarine gives Mogami’s butt a quick squeeze.
“Shioi wait, not outside!”
I-401 removes her hands, adding with a wink, “Don’t worry, there's not many people around. And even fewer actually paying attention. Come on let's go sit by the water!” She reaches out again, this time grabbing Mogami’s hand and dragging her toward the far end of the docks.
Now far from the other shipgirls, Mogami begins to relax. She realizes this is her first time casually talking with the submarine. They’d had classes together and even the occasional patrol, but in all that time had never really sat down and chatted. I-401 is surprisingly talkative and very animated. Mogami has to duck repeatedly to avoid the submarine's arms as she throws them wide, simulating the size and sound of a torpedo hit with a vocal “bang.” She’s having so much fun that I-401’s next question throws her off guard.
“So why do you like it? Is it the holding or the letting go that really gets you going?”
Mogami reels at the sudden change in topic. Although she should have been expecting this question, the relaxed nature of their conversation had driven thoughts of the previous night temporarily from her mind. Now they all come rushing back. She blushes once again as she turns to look out over the sea. “Oh..um...I guess..uh…” Mogami stammers, fidgeting as she tries to find her words.
Noticing her change in demeanor, I-401 continues, “Sorry if that was too sudden. Would you feel better if I talk about it first?” The submarine doesn’t even wait for a response. “Holding can be fun but most of the time I like to just relax and let it go whenever I want. Or at least whenever I can get away with it. It just feels so free ya know? Really, I blame all the long solo missions the Admiral sent me on. Why go through all the trouble of taking off my swimsuit when I’m the only shipgirl for several hundred miles? The more I did it the more fun it became, until it was the main reason I looked forward to solo missions.” I-401 laughs. “I actually did it so often that it became a hard habit to break while on base. Had a couple of close calls during classes and drill, but managed to keep it mostly under wraps. At least until I found a couple others. Now we have our own little secret community.” She looks proud as she says this, puffing her chest out slightly.
I-401’s excitement over her hobby is infectious. Her blithe nature is enough to melt away any feelings of self consciousness. Finally finishing her monologue, the submarine looks expectantly at Mogami, who excitedly picks up the conversation. “Well, I don’t really have as good of an excuse as you do. I’ve just always kind of enjoyed holding for as long as I could. Setting challenges or time limits and stuff for myself. Maybe the pressure just feels nice, it’s hard to explain.” Mogami chuckles nervously at her meager explanation.
I-401 places her hand on Mogami’s. “No I completely get it! It’s not like I’ve never done those things too. There’s a satisfying fullness to it. Like you can’t hold anymore and it’s pressing on everything inside. Plus it makes the release so much better!”
“Exactly!” Mogami intertwines her fingers with I-401’s. Her hands are just as soft as she remembers. “Of course one day I eventually overestimated myself and, well, made a bit of a mess.” She hears an encouraging giggle and hand squeeze come from the submarine. “After that I realized that failing was more fun than actually making it in time. The feeling of my clothes getting soaked and just resigning myself to the relief. Not caring about the mess or humiliation.”
“It feels kind of naughty too, doesn’t it?” I-401 adds with a laugh. Removing her hand, she places it lightly on Mogami’s thigh. The heavy cruiser turns her head to hide her blushing face.
Mogami stammers slightly, “W-well, maybe a little.” She places her hand on the submarine’s, pressing it firmly into her thigh. “It’s not like I’ve never...enjoyed my situation before. But thanks to you I think I have a new appreciation for the feeling.” Turning her head, she leans in and kisses I-401. Her lips are as soft as the rest of her. The feelings from the previous night return in an instant. Despite their semi-public location, Mogami struggles to control herself. She wants nothing more than the submarine’s tan, beautiful body. The pair press deeper into their kiss. Using her free hand, Mogami coaxes I-401 into her lap. With the submarine now straddling her, she presses herself against I-401’s lithe frame. Though skinny, the tight swimsuit belies her strength. Tight cords of muscle ripple across her back. Toned thighs press against Mogami’s own as she slides her hands from the submarine’s back down to her tight buttocks. A tongue prods at the heavy cruiser’s pursed lips. Parting them eagerly, she lets out a muffled moan.
The moan ripples through I-401’s open mouth. She can feel the eagerness in the shipgirl wedged between her legs. Running a hand through Mogami’s short, brown hair, she uses it to press deeper into their kiss. More moans echo through the pair as her tongue probes deeper. The more their intimacy progresses, the more I-401 recognizes she’s reaching her limit. She pulls herself from their kiss with a visible effort. With her usual level of composure, she asks Mogami, “You didn’t happen to bring a change of clothes, did you?”
“Uh, no. Why d-oh I think I can guess.”
I-401 smiles coyly, “Yeah, whenever I get a little too into it I tend to make a bit of a mess.” Adding a wink, she begins to dismount Mogami. “Your clothes probably don't dry as fast as my swimsuit does and I don’t want to cause any issues for you.”
Mogami has to restrain herself. Every fiber of her being wants to keep I-401 on top of her regardless of the consequences. Of course the submarine is right. Even going as far as they did was more than she’s usually comfortable with. There's just something about her friend that lowers her inhibitions. Mustering her newfound confidence, she turns to I-401. “So, uh, are you gonna…”
“Yeah, you wanna watch?” I-401 laughs, standing up and spreading her legs slightly.
Mogami reaches out and runs a hand up the inside of I-401’s leg. “Wait, not yet. I was thinking we could keep hanging out.” Looking up into the submarine's eyes, she adds, “Maybe back at my room, just until dinner time.” |
I'm vaguely still alive, so here's the next chapter. The part after is just a non-omo shower scene so if it's wanted and allowed I can post that too. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Mogami and I-401 make their way leisurely down the pier. It’s a nice day for a walk in such good company. The warm sun contrasts nicely with the cool ocean breeze. Yet Mogami’s thoughts are turned inwards. She’d surprised herself at how far she was willing to go. When I-401 halted their fun, it took every ounce of Mogami’s restraint to not pull the submarine back into her lap. She feels a pang of regret. Ideas on how she could have snuck back to her room race through her mind. Still, the fear of being caught overpowers these, reminding her that she’s right to be cautious. She’s already been caught once due to carelessness, and it's unlikely she’ll be as lucky a second time. She shakes her head to try and clear these thoughts.
“You alright? You’ve been really quiet.” I-401 looks over at the heavy cruiser with mild concern. She reaches out and takes Mogami’s hand. Intertwining their fingers, she gives a gentle squeeze. “Getting nervous?” she adds with a giggle.
Mogami laughs, returning the squeeze. “Just the opposite, I can’t wait. Sorry we have to go all the way back to the dorms. I still can't imagine how you’re so comfortable doing this kind of stuff in public.”
I-401 replies, “Well it really helps that my swimsuit dries so fast. I just have to lay in the sun for a couple minutes and no one can tell. Plus I’ve learned of a lot of secluded spots that very few other shipgirls walk by.” She winks. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime, but come prepared.”
Mogami blushes. Her mind is once again torn at the thought. On her own, she would have never even considered such an act. But with I-401 suggesting it in such a direct manner it’s different. If the submarine could get away with it so often, why can’t she? Why constrict herself to her room, as she’d always done? A whole new world of experiences could be open to her. Her thoughts are interrupted by a slight wave of pressure in her bladder.
“I may take you up on that someday, but for now let’s hurry up.” Now it's Mogami’s turn to give a sly wink. “I’m starting to get desperate.”
Their trip across the base is uneventful. Mogami’s anxiety from earlier in the day is gone. She feels almost invisible alongside I-401. Finally reaching her dorm, she digs out her keys from her pocket. Her hand shakes slightly as she unlocks the door. The excitement she felt back on the dock is building once again. After letting the submarine in, she carefully closes and locks the door.
Mogami turns from the door and is immediately set upon by I-401. She’s pressed back against the wall by the sudden force, giving a startled yelp that quickly morphs into a moan. Their mouths press together as tongues once again intertwine and resume their interrupted kiss. Secluded in her room, Mogami allows herself to fully enjoy the myriad of sensations. The submarine's hands slide over her waist and to the small of her back, pulling the pair together. Mogami can't help but grind her hips against I-401’s. The added force only worsens her situation. Mogami winces, breaking away from their kiss.
I-401 grins. “What’s the matter?” she asks smugly. As she says this, she moves a hand to Mogami’s front and presses lightly on the heavy cruiser’s bladder. “Having trouble already? We just got started.”
“I told you I was getting desperate.” Mogami says, blushing, “Besides I haven't gone since this morning. And what about you? Miss ‘almost made a mess on me’.” With this she pokes sharply at the submarine's abdomen. I-401’s grin turns to a grimace, revealing the fullness of her own bladder.
The submarine replies indignantly, “Hey, that's not fair. Besides, you’re the one with all the holding experience. I just go whenever I want.” She turns her back on Mogami in feigned anger.
Mogami wraps her arms around the submarine’s waist, pulling her into a hug. In as seductive a tone she can muster, she whispers, “Well what's stopping you now? Didn’t you want me to watch?” She gently slides a hand between I-401’s thighs. The silky, tan skin is warm beneath her fingertips. Using her other hand she continues adding pressure to the submarine’s bladder. Her heartbeat quickens, pounding against the other shipgirl’s back in anticipation of what’s to come.
The mood is suddenly shattered by a chime from Mogami’s phone. Her eyes widen as she notices the time.
“Oh no, I completely forgot that I had class today. I’m already almost late.” She looks back at the crestfallen shipgirl. “But let's make it a little challenge. Neither of us can use the bathroom till we see each other again. Think you’ll be able to make it?”
I-401 considers this for a moment before saying, “Sure, I’m game. But if anything happens to your floor it’s not my fault.”
Mogami laughs as she unlocks and opens the door. “Don't worry, those floors have seen worse. I’d only be disappointed that I missed all the excitement.” With this, she slips into the hallway and makes her way out of the dorms.
Mogami arrives at her classroom just as the bell rings. Her mad dash across the base has done nothing to help her aching bladder. Now she faces a full hour in her worsening state. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea she thinks to herself as the clock above the board seems to slow to a crawl. For the second time today, the heavy cruiser finds herself agonizing over the passage of time. She tries to focus on the teacher. Today's class is history, something she usually finds interesting. But even this doesn't help. Her mind continually drifts to either the pressure slowly building inside her or the submarine stuck in her room. 30 minutes to go.
Minutes tick by as Mogami is forced to clench more and more muscles to maintain control. Crossing her legs or holding herself is out of the question. Such obvious signs of desperation would attract attention. There’s no way to explain her reluctance to excuse herself, and spoiling her evening fun with a visit to the bathroom is unthinkable at this point. So sits in her self imposed torment, both relishing and condemning her position. She can feel herself running out of time. 15 minutes to go.
Her attempts at remaining incognito begin to crumble. Before long, her legs are firmly crossed. she squeezes her eyes shut and bounces her legs slightly. Her hands grip the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles turn white. It’s all she can do to hold on against the flood building inside her. 5 minutes to go.
Mogami bolts from her seat the moment the bell rings to dismiss class. She sprints down the hall and out into the afternoon sun. Her dorm looms in the distance, seemingly miles away. Every step she takes puts undue pressure on her overly full bladder. The feeling gives her flashbacks to the previous day. Her frantic rush from the side gate to her room, terrified of anyone seeing her. Now she’s in the same position, but running toward the company of others. Or at least the company of a now very special shipgirl. She wonders for a moment how I-401 is holding up. If what she said about having a weak bladder is true, she must be in a worse state than her. Whatever the case, a stab of pain in her abdomen forces her to divert all attention on maintaining control.
She makes it to her room in the nick of time. A small leak dampens her panties as she shoves her key into the lock and twists. Opening the door, she fully expects to see I-401 mopping her floor, a sheepish look of apology and disappointment on her face. But to her surprise, the submarine is completely dry, albeit curled up on the floor. She looks up as Mogami enters and quickly slams the door.
“Oh thank god you’re back!” Her voice quivers as she gingerly pushes herself into a sitting position. “I haven’t had to go this bad in so long. But now that you’re back-“ she visibly relaxes, preparing herself for relief.
Mogami's heart pounds. The submarine's extreme desperation has temporarily distracted her from her own. Seeing I-401’s swimsuit begin to darken, she calls out, “Wait!”
I-401 grabs at her groin, struggling to stave off the relief that had just been so close. “W-what? Why? Mogami please, I really can’t-“ Mogami walks across the room and offers the submarine her hand. With a puzzled look, I-401 takes it and shakily rises to her feet. She winces as she straightens herself, asking, “Now what?”
Mogami walks her friend over to her desk and pulls out her chair. Despite her relatively calm look, she’d recovered from the sight that greeted her upon entering. Her mind has returned to screaming to just let go. Not yet she begs her own body. Just a few more seconds. She lowers herself onto the chair. It’s cold, polished wood on the back of her thighs sends a dangerous shiver up her spine. She pats her lap, offering I-401 a seat as well.
I-401, now realizing Mogami’s plan, smirks through another wince of pain. She turns, making sure to adjust her swimsuit in full view of the heavy cruiser. She slowly lowers herself onto Mogami’s lap. As she leans back, her weight squeezes a desperate moan from her friend.
“Now?”
Mogami wraps her arms around the submarine's waist, trapping her in her lap. She gently kisses I-401s neck and whispers, “Not yet.”
For the first time in what feels like ages, Mogami relaxes. The relief is instant. A soft hiss fills the room as her shorts begin to flood. The flow is helped by the added weight of the submarine in her lap, and quickly develops into an unstoppable torrent. It spreads across the seat of her shorts, trickling softly onto the floor. She releases a shaky moan and holds tighter to I-401, who in turn begins to squirm and cry out in desperation. Pressing her legs together, she allows her pee to gather between her thighs. As the wetness swells in Mogami’s lap, it spreads across the seat of I-401’s swimsuit. The increasing pressure on her stomach combined with the warm, wet feeling running across the back of her legs is finally too much for her.
“Ah, fuck it. You’ve asked for this.” The submarine joins her friend in relaxation. She spreads her legs slightly and allows herself to pour over the heavy cruiser. Her stream, barely contained by the thick material of her swimsuit, mixes with the puddle rapidly forming in Mogami’s lap. She places her hands on the arms wrapped tightly around her. They squeeze a little harder, strengthening her flow and causing her to shudder in pleasure. In playful retaliation, she shifts her hips back, pressing into Mogami’s abdomen. The hissing under her grows louder, the turbulence caused by it rumbling against the submarine’s rear.
“Oh god it feels so good.” Mogami relaxes her legs, allowing the already overflowing pool in her lap to cascade toward the floor. What doesn’t splatter around the chair legs rolls down her calves and fills her shoes. She happily wiggles her toes in their quickly flooding confines.
I-401 shifts suddenly, pulling herself free of Mogami's hold. She spins in the heavy cruiser’s lap, still peeing. Her stream flows wildly over Mogami’s thighs as she moves. Now facing each other, the pair admire their work. I-401 received relatively light damage. Her position on top means only her crotch and rear are soaked. Mogami is not so lucky. Her shorts have completely changed color to a dark, glistening brown. The front hem of her shirt now a deep shade of maroon. A constant shimmer on her groin reveals she isn’t empty either. The submarine runs her hands up her friend's chest until they come to rest on the neatly tied scarf of her uniform.
I-401 pulls the heavy cruiser toward her, locking lips and pressing their chests together. Mogami’s eyes roll back as the submarine's tongue slides into her mouth. She once again wraps her arms around her friend’s waist and holds her close. She can feel her shirt dampening from the new position, the warmth spreading across her stomach. She moans at the sensation, stifled by I-401s mouth.
Mogami shudders as she finally finishes emptying herself. Still riveted to the other shipgirl’s tanned skin, the stream running down her stomach and hips begins to slow to a trickle as well. Shortly thereafter, I-401 releases her own shudder, sagging against Mogami. Their excitement over, the pair sit in their embrace, listening to the soft drip of residual liquid falling from the chair into the sizable puddle sitting beneath them.
I-401 breaks their silence and their kiss. “I’m glad you made it back in time.”
Looking down at their combined mess, Mogami agrees, “I am too. I’m impressed you made it so long. Must have been cutting it real close.”
“Well it was one hell of a struggle to do so. But you’re one to talk! Just look at how much of a mess you are.”
Mogami laughs and nuzzles into the submarine's flat chest. “We should get cleaned up. Want to use my shower?”
I-401 pulls herself from the heavy cruiser’s lap. Her sandals make a light splashing sound as they come to rest in the puddle. She offers a hand to Mogami, saying, “Sure, but only if you join me.” |
Kazuki was the star of the track team and for the first time in his school’s history he had led them to a regional championship. All the people in his school knew his name and the girls would giggle and blush when they saw him in the hallways. He was tall and muscular, but also lean and unassuming. His jagged black hair fell naturally around his face, but it was his large dark black eyes that were perhaps his most striking feature.
To celebrate their regional championship, Kazuki and the track team held a huge cookout in the school’s courtyard. They had burgers and hot dogs, fruit punch and soda, and all the members of the team had on their uniforms adorned with their championship insignias.
However, amidst the cheers and celebration, Makoto Mori was standing awkwardly in the corner away from the rest of the commotion. Unlike her classmates who wore dresses and skirts, Makoto wore a grey crop top with black sweatpants along with jet black eyeshadow. She was not tall and fair skinned like some of the most popular girls, and all throughout her childhood her peers made fun of her for her curves. Although Makoto didn’t have many friends, she was far from being a reserved and shy girl. She constantly flirts with guys and this made the other girls resent her even more. She just always found guys to be easier to talk to. On this day though, she longed for some real friends. She stood there and watched in silence as her classmates jumped for joy together celebrating their victory. It was times like these when she felt the most alone.
Kazuki was the center of attention, weaving in and out of his classmates from conversation to conversation, shaking hands with professors, and lifting the regional trophy into the air. Kazuki liked flirting with everyone and multiple girls were already vying for his attention. Arrogant boy. Makoto thought. Seemingly everyone needed a piece of him, but Makoto was eyeing him from afar and began to notice he was trying to slip away from the crowd. Where was he trying to go? She wondered. Kazuki disposed of yet another paper cup of fruit punch as he was yanked away by one of the popular girls to go talk to her friends. Makoto thought she saw him shiver as he walked over to talk to the girls.
He stood there for what seemed like ages talking, but now Makoto’s gaze was fixed on him. That one shiver she noticed before wasn’t just from a cool breeze. The tell-tale sign was his eyes. They were darting back and forth at a faster than normal pace, constantly looking toward the double doors into the school. He put his hands in his pockets and lightly swung his hips as he talked to the girls. He bent his knees awkwardly and started looking toward his feet. After a few more minutes his mounting desperation seemed to boil over and he tried to make his escape. He shuffled through the crowd trying not to draw attention. As soon as he was about to break free from the crowd, the broad and tall Principal Nakamura stepped in his way.
“Kazuki! Just the man I was looking for. It’s time for the trophy celebration. You ready?”
“Yes Principal Nakamura but if you don’t mind first--”
“Great! ATTENTION STUDENTS!” The principal boomed. The chatter of the kids settled down. “It is my great honor to present to you the 2020 regional track champions! It is through their hard work and determination that our school will be recognized by the national committee of athletic excellence. This year our boys’ achievement was unlike that of any other.”
Principal Nakamura droned on but neither Makoto or Kazuki were absorbing the words coming out of his mouth. Makoto’s gaze was fixed on Kazuki, who now was half leaning up against a lamppost next to the Principal. Kazuki knew the entire student body was looking at him so he was trying his absolute best to stifle any signs of having to pee. Once in a while, he would be hit with an unavoidable shiver and his back would tense up straight. He switched his stance and started leaning against the post with his other leg. He tensed again and his eyes widened. Noticing his own behavior, he took a deep breath and forced himself to regain composure. Not like this. He thought.
The principal’s speech was endless, but Makoto hoped it would go on longer. It was becoming increasingly clear Kazuki was on the verge of bursting. He had been drinking many cups of fruit punch and soda that his classmates had been bringing to him and now it was all hitting his bladder hard. Every time she saw Kazuki squirm she would also hold her breath, hoping to see him wet. Finally it seemed like the principal’s speech was coming to an end.
“And without further ado, the MVP of the track team…. your very own….the senior... Kazuki Goto!” The crowd cheered. The principal handed Kazuki the trophy.
“Lift it!” He told Kazuki.
Kazuki’s mind froze. He grabbed the trophy but he was shaking. A drop of sweat dripped down from his brow. He gripped the trophy tightly with both hands until his knuckles were white and raised it above his head. He held it there for a few seconds as Makoto and all the class watched. Kazuki tensed up, he felt his muscles go cold. His bladder was extremely hard pushing up against his abs. It sent a shockwave up his back and suddenly -- Kazuki dropped the trophy. Everyone’s cheering quieted and turned into murmurs. Kazuki still was holding his breath. The principal took charge.
“Oh what do we have here! Nervous in the spotlight! You dropped it , how funny!. The principal bent over and picked up the trophy, which was unharmed. Kazuki blushed red. He was barely holding on. He felt a small drip leak out.
“No worries Kazuki!” The principal announced. “The trophy is fine.” The crowd resumed into laughter and conversation as an atmosphere of levity returned to the gathering. The principal shook Kazuki’s hand and the crowd began to disperse back towards the food and music. Kazuki left like a flash. He walked briskly without talking to anyone right for the double doors that led into the building. Anticipating this, Makoto had repositioned herself closer to the building and followed after him. He was too desperate to even notice her gaining ground as he turned the corner toward the 1st floor bathroom. At least now he was out of sight. Almost there, the home stretch. Just like the race, he thought to himself, laughing slightly at his ridiculous predicament. Another leak. The smile was erased from his face.
Just about when he was going to push open the door to the bathroom he felt two strong hands on his shoulders dig in and push him up against the lockers on the wall. It was Makoto.
“M-Makoto? Wha- Wh- L-Let me go!” He was too weak to fight back.
“Hold it you little boy. You’re supposed to be the track star. Be a goddamn man.”
Makoto’s confidence surprised even herself. She had never done anything like this to anyone before, but her desire overcame her rationality. She wanted more than anything to see Kazuki continue to hold and she would do whatever it took.
Kazuki could barely talk as he was pressed against the wall. His full bladder was twinging as Makoto’s unflinching eyes peered at his. She had lodged her leg in between Kazuki’s so he could not cross them. She leaned into him more and purposely pressed against his bladder. She took both his wrists in his hands and pushed them against the wall and began kissing his neck lightly. She kissed just enough so it was on the edge of tickling him.
Kazuki was beyond flustered. He was overcome with sensations, his bladder, constant shivering, his wrists pinned against the lockers, and now Makoto’s kisses on his neck. All the stimulation at the same time was not all-together unpleasant though. His body was starting to override his mind’s desire to do the sensible thing. His thoughts stopped flowing and soon enough the only thing he could comprehend was the feeling of his body pinned against the wall by Makoto. He grabbed her hips and brought her even closer to him, putting even more pressure on his bladder willingly.
Makoto gasped in shock. He really likes it.
“M-Makoto. I can’t hold on any longer.” Kazuki whispered uneasily. Just as he was about to let go Makoto grabbed the inside of his thigh and dug her fingers in a little too deeply.
“Hold. It.” Kazuki said.
He gasped hard and felt the breath escape his lungs and his bladder throb. He would hold on longer. He told himself. Fuck.
Makoto removed her sweatshirt and noticed a few more drops leak from in between Kazuki’s legs. She pressed hard on the wet spot and Kazuki groaned.
“This is your punishment for leaking. Fuck’s sake are you two years old?”
Kazuki’s hesitation about what was happening was long forgotten. He was loving this. The surprise and danger and excitement had made him extremely hard and Makoto could feel his hardness through his pants. He leaked again. Makoto bit softly into his neck and pressed his wrists even harder into the lockers. He couldn’t take it. This was it. An uncontrollable surge forced its way forward and what was once a small wet spot began to grow more and more until it dripped down his pants and began to dribble onto the floor of the hallway. As he lost control Makoto’s biting became even more intense, she increased the pressure of her body against his and pushed her chest up against him. When he was finally done Makoto abruptly stopped, dropped her hands and took a step back.
She admired her handiwork. Kazuki was standing drooped over with his hands on his knees panting hard. His pants were soaked and there was a small puddle beneath his feet. His hair fell over his shoulder and his dark black eyes blinked tiredly. His uniform was ruined and he had no idea how he would be able to get out of this but he didn’t care.
“Makoto I had no idea…. you were so… can we please do this again?”
Makoto crossed her arms and smirked.
“You couldn’t even last more than a few minutes for me. And you think I would do this again with you? Grow up. This was one time only. You don’t deserve me.”
She turned her head and left him there.
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I was very reluctant to post this between it being a bigger story with a deeper plot and me being really shy about this stuff (even though I'm already comfortable saying on here that I wet for fun), as well as my stories having a history of being really stretchy or low quality.
My initial draft had some fantasy elements but I replaced them with sci-fi, and perhaps some unrealistic scenarios. Also the beginning can be a bit dark but it gets better.
Try not to take it too seriously (as with any of my stories), and If you don't like due to stretchiness, poor quality, etc., don't comment.
Actually, the only reason I'm posting this is I'm sure not a lot of people would really love it and it won't attract a whole lot of attention.
Any similarities to real life wetters is unintended. Though there will be a thinly veiled reference to someone we all know of.
If any comment gives me even one reason to delete this story I will. If it disappears, it's either because of a negative comment or because my shyness got the better of me.
The Omorashi Guild
Sunny was a beautiful girl in her early twenties with long blonde hair, and she liked to wear pretty dresses, tight jeans, and tight shorts.
Underneath her attractive exterior she had a dirty secret: She loved peeing herself. She wasn't sure why. It was really exciting for her and she liked the warm wetness combined with the relief. Whenever she woke up, she'd take her morning pee in her pajamas, and so she used waterproof mattress protection. She also usually watched movies or played games with protection on her couch so that whenever she needed to pee in the middle of it, she'd just let it out in her pants, shorts, or dress, whichever she was wearing at the time. She never did it in public though, she always made sure no one could see her.
One day, she decided to get a job at the horse races. Race horses were known for peeing a lot and for really long, which gave her a fascination in them. It wasn't as though she was expecting to have one pee on her, or even see one peeing, but she wanted to do something with her favorite type of horse all the same.
She walked up to the front door of Lightning Horse Races. She was wearing a white tank top and a short, tight pair of jean shorts, with pink panties underneath. She walked to the desk. "Hi. I'm Sunny. I'm here for a job interview?"
"Through that door and into the boss's office," said the receptionist. "You can't miss it."
Sunny could barely contain herself as she walked through the door that the receptionist had pointed out. She was this close to getting a job with race horses. It was all she could do to keep from wetting herself with excitement. She didn't want to humiliate herself at a job interview like this.
It didn't take her long to locate the boss's room, which had a big flashy sign saying "Lightning, Manager of Lightning Horse Races" on it. She knocked on the door.
"Come in," came a female voice.
Sunny entered the office. Sitting at the desk was an attractive athletic-looking girl with neck-length blonde hair, and wearing short, skintight, cyan spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. Sunny got the impression she ran quite a few races herself. (AN: I based her a bit off of Lightning Dust from My Little Pony. Original draft had her as a talking horse named Lightning Wind)
Sunny took a deep breath and walked over to Lightning. "Hi. I'm Sunny, I'm here for the job interview."
"You came to the right place. I'm Lightning, the manager. I raised each of these fine race horses."
"I'm a really big fan of race horses and it's an honor to meet you," said Sunny, walking over to her. "I really hope I get this job."
"First things first," said Lightning. She took a scanning device, pointed it at Sunny, and activated it. It started beeping like crazy. "Ugh! Not another one!"
"Not another what?" Sunny asked, a little nervous.
"According to my Omo Detector, you have an omorashi fetish!"
Sunny blushed. "What?"
"Omorashi, the fetish for wetting oneself, or watching others do so. The former, in your case."
Sunny's face grew redder. "No one was supposed to know about that..."
"A girl as dirty as you has no place in this track."
"But... with all due respect... don't race horses pee a lot?"
"There's a difference between raising animals that pee a lot and going to the bathroom on yourself."
"I won't do it in front of you. I only do it in private, because I like to keep it to myself..."
Lightning picked up a gun. For a moment Sunny was terrified that she was going to kill her. But when Lightning pulled the trigger, instead of a bullet, a dart shot out and hit Sunny in the neck. Sunny fell on her butt. She tried to get up but she couldn't move.
"Paralyzing dart," said Lightning. "It'll wear off in about a half hour. I just don't need you resisting me when I lock you up." She walked behind Sunny, reached into her shorts, grabbed her pink panties, and walked backward out of her office, taking Sunny with her. Sunny blushed with embarrassment as Lightning dragged her by her underwear into a stable-looking area. It was full of cages that were just big enough for a horse or human.
"You, open this cage and lock this wetter in!" Lightning ordered a guard.
The guard opened the cage, and Lightning threw Sunny into it. The guard closed it and locked it.
"You will spend the rest of your life in there drinking only water with whatever nutrients will prolong your miserable life," said Lightning. "And don't even complain about there being no bathroom. You like wetting yourself, remember? Go ahead and pee all you want, so we can be reminded what you are and why you deserve to be here! And don't think any of my horses are going to pee on you. I know you'd enjoy that too much, and my horses are above such disgusting behavior." Lightning turned around and strutted out the door.
Sunny sat in her cage for two weeks, drinking from water bowls the guards brought her. As Lightning pointed out, there was no bathroom, so she peed in her shorts several times a day. She was at least able to take some level of comfort in this, but she couldn't fully enjoy it. She was the prisoner of a very fierce kinkshamer.
...
One day, she was sitting with her arms around her knees. She was wet, dirty, smelly, and bored out of her skull. She felt an urge to pee, so she just let it all out in her shorts. By now she couldn't even take any pleasure in it, given her current position. Lightning's words still stung her. Was she really a bad person for taking pleasure in wetting herself?
Suddenly, a smoke grenade was thrown into the room, engulfing the guard in a cloud of smoke. Some fighting noises were heard, then three people in masks and skintight black bodysuits walked out of the smoke. When the smoke cleared, the guard lay unconscious.
"They've imprisoned another one, I see," said one of the figures in a male voice.
"Don't worry, you're safe now," said the second figure in a female voice.
The third figure, who also appeared to be male, picked the lock on Sunny's cage and opened it. He put Sunny over their shoulder and they ran.
They got to a regular-looking car in the parking lot, got in, and the first man drove them away.
"I don't know who you are, but thanks," said Sunny. "I thought I'd never get out of there." She looked down at her filthy, wet shorts, and blushed. "I'm really sorry about the state I'm in."
"It's all right," said the second man, who sat in the back seat with her. "Anyone would wet themselves and smell bad in your position. Besides, we're the opposite of them. To us, wetting is awesome."
"Really?"
The man removed his mask. "We're part of the Omorashi Guild. Everyone here loves wetting ourselves. Some of our own we've rescued from there. We know Lightning by reputation and she's one of the worst kinkshamers there is."
"She doesn't realize it's all just some harmless fun," said the woman. "I hope her words didn't get to you. If you want to wet yourself for fun, there's nothing wrong with that."
Sunny blushed lightly but smiled. It felt so good to hear someone say that after how Lightning had reacted.
"We'll bring her down someday," said the driver. "But we have bigger fish to fry."
"Bigger than a kinkshamer?"
"Our leaders will brief you."
They drove to a fancy-looking building in the middle of nowhere and entered. The first room had a thin hall with what looked like two metal detectors at the airport in the middle of it.
"What are those for?" Sunny asked.
"As Lightning has an Omo Detector, these detect people who are not welcome here," said the driver. "One of these detects kinkshamers, and the other detects creeps who abuse their fetish."
Sunny walked through both detectors, which remained silent.
"Congratulations," said the driver. "You're one of us."
"You're in," said the woman. Sunny giggled because this sounded like "Urine".
They went through the door on the other side of the detectors. As they walked through the next room, Sunny looked around in amazement. There were many men and women in here, of various ages and sizes. And many of them were wearing wet pants, shorts, or dresses. Some were even just in their underwear, which was also wet. A few of the men were among those wearing dresses. The place was also full of a pee smell that was noticeable over her own stench. Sunny felt very at home here, among other people who loved to wet themselves.
"Hey Tara," said the driver to a woman in wet jeans.
"Hey Nick," said Tara. She sniffed, and recoiled. Sunny was sure she was reacting to her smell, but all she said was "Another prisoner of Lightning Horse Races?"
"You know it," said Nick. "Before we introduce her to the bosses, I have to go to the bathroom." Nick wet his bodysuit, and so did his partners, sighing of relief. Sunny was very excited to see this. Then the three of them escorted Sunny into a room.
On a couch sat two people. One was a pretty brunette woman wearing a white dress that was stained with pee. The other was a blonde-haired man wearing a suit that also looked like it had been peed in.
"We rescued another Omorashi lover from Lightning Horse Races," said Nick.
"Oh, that horrible woman," said the woman in the white dress. "After our current objective, she's next."
"Most definitely," said the man in the suit. "Now, it's time for introductions. I am Brad, one of the two leaders of the Omorashi Guild."
"And I'm Stella, his wife, and the other leader of the Omorashi Guild," said the woman in the white dress.
"Hi," said Sunny. "It's really nice to meet you. My name's Sunny, and I'm sorry about the smell. She locked me up for two weeks."
"That's all right," said Stella. "I'll have a nice bubble bath prepared for you. You can take it in your dirty outfit if you like."
"That sounds like fun. But what did you say about our current objective?"
"Some of us are just here to relax and have fun with omo," said Brad. "And that's perfectly fine. But some of us are on a mission to take down someone worse than Lightning."
"Who could be worse?"
"The Omorashi Illuminati. It's led by this man." Brad pressed a button and a picture of a sinister-looking man with dark hair, a thin mustache, and a monocle appeared on the screen. "John Kilgrave. He and his people have a thing for omorashi too, except what they do is far from harmless. They force people to wet themselves. They plant teachers in schools who don't let kids go to the bathroom. This not only results in many accidents, and students being unable to focus on the classes trying to hold it in, but some people today still have permanent bladder damage, and in some cases, are incontinent."
"Some people today...? How long have these guys been around for?"
"Decades. They also pull some strings in workplaces so that people can't go to the bathroom while working shifts as long as 12 hours, resulting in more accidents and humiliation, as well as hindering their work. Sometimes on days people would often stop at gas stations for bathroom breaks, they sabotage the toilets to keep people from using them. They cause traffic jams that result in more wettings, and they bribed President Ronald Crump to make it a capital crime to pull down your pants in public and pee in an emergency."
"The penalty is death," said Stella.
"Oh... Should I even love wetting as much as-" began Sunny.
"Of course you should," said Stella. "If it interests you, it's perfectly harmless as long as you're not hurting anyone. It's like the difference between consensual sex and rape. The Omorashi Guild is the harmless fun side. The Omorashi Illuminati is the bad, harmful, perverted side." She peed in her dress yet again. "And if you disagree with their actions, you are definitely one of us."
"Don't worry about them right now," said Brad. "Right now relax. Get cleaned up. Get to know some of the people here."
"I will, and thank you again," said Sunny. She exited the room and walked around the base. Although everyone she crossed paths with noticed her smell, they did not seem disgusted and were very friendly towards her.
There was one man she thought was particularly cute. He had neck-length dark hair and wore a pair of dark blue gym shorts that had been peed in multiple times. She walked over to him.
"Hi, new girl," he said. "I'm Kyle."
"I'm Sunny," she said, shaking his hand.
Kyle sniffed. "How long was she holding you?"
Sunny giggled lightly. "Two weeks."
"So, what's your favorite outfit to wet?"
"Just about everything. Jean shorts, skintight shorts, jeans, dresses, pajama pants... Sometimes in winter when I'm playing in the snow, I just sit in a snowbank and pee in my snow pants. Usually with jeans or leggings underneath. It just feels so good, and it's so convenient to be able to pee without it showing wetness. And it's really exciting walking around in wet pants without anyone noticing. I can't describe the feeling I get from it..."
"You don't have to," said Kyle. "We all feel that way."
"Do you have any outfits you like to wet besides those shorts?"
"I have a skintight pair of long black athletic shorts. Also jeans. And sometimes just my underwear."
"I like you already." She blushed and giggled cutely.
"I like you too," said Kyle. "Even if you smell."
"Well, I'm gonna be taking a bath soon, but this definitely won't be the only time I wet my shorts in-" She paused as she noticed a white horse with a yellow mane and tail. "Who's the horse?"
"That's Surprise. She's a race horse who used to run for Lightning Horse Races. When Lightning locked Stephanie up for her omo fetish, Surprise didn't take kindly to it. She peed all over Lightning. You can imagine how that turned out. She locked her up with Stephanie until some of us rescued them both, and here they are."
"Ooh! I love race horses! I hope this doesn't sound too weird, but does she like to... pee on people? Who didn't offend her, I mean?"
"That's why she's here. Stephanie can understand her very well. She loves peeing on people, but only with their consent, or if they offend her. They were there for each other the whole week they were locked up, and were able to make it a bit better by having Surprise pee on Stephanie until they were rescued. Maybe you'd like to meet her?"
"I'd love to. It was really nice to meet you, Kyle."
"It was nice to meet you too."
Sunny ran towards Surprise as fast as she could. Standing next to her was a girl with blonde hair in a ponytail and a wet pair of skintight jodhpurs. Sunny was pretty sure this was Stephanie. "Hi. I'm Sunny, and I want to say, I LOVE race horses."
"Hi," said Stephanie, shaking Sunny's hand. "I'm Stephanie, and this is Surprise. We go back a long way."
"Yeah, Kyle told me. So, your horse loves peeing on people?"
"All you have to do is tell her to and she will. Provided her bladder's not empty."
Sunny squealed with excitement and peed in her stinky shorts. "My interest in race horses comes from how much they pee! Obviously I wasn't expecting it at the racetrack, but it's always been a fantasy of mine to be peed on by a race horse." She blushed lightly.
Surprise sniffed Sunny.
"Sorry about the smell," said Sunny.
"It's all right," said Stephanie. "I didn't smell much better when I was rescued from Lightning Horse Races. Now, if you want Surprise to pee on you, sit down and tell her."
Sunny sat down in her puddle, her heart beating rapidly. "Pee on me," she said.
Surprise stood beside her, lifted her leg, and blasted a mighty stream all over Sunny. Sunny thoroughly enjoyed the warm pee drenching her from head to toe as it sprayed her relentlessly. Surprise seemed to be enjoying herself as much as her.
"Someone's having fun," said Kyle. A few other people stood by to watch. Some of them loved seeing horses peeing on people.
Surprise peed for over three minutes before she stopped, sighing of relief.
"Did you like that?" Stephanie asked.
Sunny sat in a massive puddle of horse pee. She was dripping wet and now smelled more of urine than body odor. There wasn't a single dry spot on her. And she had never been more excited in her life. "I loved it! You have to do that again sometime!"
"Don't worry, she will! If you want, and if she hasn't just peed on someone else first."
A dark-haired girl in a wet pair of skintight black shorts walked up to her. "Your bath's ready," she said.
"I'm almost not sure I need one," said Sunny, still sitting in the puddle.
"You will want to be clean before you go back home next. I'm sure you don't want anyone outside of this guild catching you soaked in pee."
"Right." Sunny stood up. "Can I stay here for a while?"
"You can stay here and come back here as often as you want. You're one of us. We've got lots of beds if you ever want to sleep over. We've got TV's, computers, you can bring your movies, games, or game systems, anything. No one in this guild is going to pee on any of it. But you can pee in the bed or on the couches all you want. This is the Omorashi Guild so we don't even need protection."
"You'll be seeing me a lot then."
"And of course you can bring over whatever outfits you want to pee in. Also, Brad and Stella are multibillionaires. Anyone who joins the guild they pay a million dollars, even if they don't join the Anti-Illuminati movement."
"Really?"
"They're very generous, and plus some of us are outcasts and live here. And they make it look like you won a prize, to protect your privacy. Plus, the Omorashi Illuminati doesn't know about us and it's better if it stayed that way."
"What happens if someone from them tries to join? I know you've got the detectors, but then they'll know where we are."
"If that happens, we tranq them, drive them away, and use advanced technology to erase their memories of the past hour."
They entered one of the bathrooms. The bathtub was full of soapy water.
Sunny climbed into the tub, still in her wet, smelly ouftit. As she started to wash herself with soap, she noticed a toilet in the corner. "What's the toilet for?"
"None of us except Tiffany are into messing."
"Right. I'm Sunny. What's your name?"
"Fiona."
Kyle poked his head in the door. "Is it all right if I come in?"
"Sure," said Sunny.
Kyle walked in. "You look real cute taking a bath fully clothed, just as you looked real cute wetting yourself and getting peed on by a horse."
Sunny giggled. "Thanks, Kyle. You look real cute in peed in shorts, too." Bubbles appeared in the water around her. She blushed and giggled nervously.
"You look real cute doing that too," said Kyle with a smile.
Sunny also smiled, still blushing lightly.
Once she was sure her top half was clean, Sunny positioned herself with her butt in the air. "Does anyone want to wash my tushie?"
"I'll do it!" Kyle took the soap and bath scrubber, accidentally pouring a bigger dollop of soap on Sunny's butt than he intended, out of excitement. But Sunny didn't mind. She took pleasure in Kyle scrubbing her rear end vigorously with soap, coating her smelly shorts in suds, until they smelled only of soap.
...
Once Sunny was out of the bath, Fiona blow dried her, then she spent the rest of the day hanging around the base.
"I can wet my shorts again, right?" she asked.
"Of course," said Kyle. "You can just rinse off in the showers and dry off before you go anywhere. It had to be a full bath this time because... you REALLY needed it."
"Yes, I did smell rather unpleasant." She let go and peed in her shorts, sighing of relief. She did feel a bit daring doing this in front of someone, as she wasn't used to it yet, but she did feel comfortable with it here.
...
Sunny spent a lot of time at the base. True to Fiona's word, Brad and Stella paid her a million tax-free dollars. There were times she returned home, but she really loved it with the guild.
After a week, Sunny remembered something, and walked into Brad and Stella's office.
"Hello, Sunny," said Stella, who was in the middle of peeing her stained dress.
"Hi," said Sunny. "I've come to tell you something."
"What is it?" asked Brad.
"First, I have to go to the bathroom." She held herself and did the pee dance. But it was mostly for show, she knew what the response would be.
"Then just go," said Brad.
Sunny relaxed and wet her shorts yet again. "Ahhhhhh..." She loved the warm wetness spreading through her crotch and flowing down her legs.
Once Sunny finished peeing, Stella said "What is it you wanted to ask?"
"Can I join the mission to take down the Omorashi Illuminati? I'm a pretty good athlete and I play a lot of stealth games so I got the general idea."
"That sounds promising," said Stella.
"We'll put you through some exercises to train you and see if you have what it takes," said Brad. "And if not, you can still enjoy being a guild member even if you can't go up against the Illuminati." He re-wet his pants.
"Sounds good."
...
Sunny's action instructor was Sally, a beautiful, fit, athletic woman with dark hair who wore dark blue skintight shorts and a matching sports bra.
"Now, remember," Sally said to Sunny and three other female students. "No bathroom breaks unless you have to go number two. If you have to pee, go in your shorts!"
Sunny and the other girls giggled, knowing Sally was saying this because they all liked peeing themselves, then put on their serious faces.
Sunny was pretty good at the different moves she was instructed to do. A few of them took a bit of getting used to, but she mastered it. Because of all the exercise, the girls all had to drink lots of water to stay hydrated. So, they had to pee often during the lessons, and as Sally had instructed, they did it in their shorts. The other three girls were each wearing skintight black, pink, and red shorts. Sunny loved the convenience of not having to stop and use the bathroom, to just pee herself right here and not have to feel ashamed of it.
Once Sally was sure all the girls were ready, she showed them to an obstacle course they'd have to run. The girl in pink wet her shorts at the sight of it. Sunny couldn't tell if she was really intimidated by it or acting like she was out of love for wetting.
Sunny dominated the obstacle course and finished it first, though at the end she slipped and fell butt-first in a mud puddle.
"Despite the finish, you did great," said Sally. "And there won't be any mud at the Omorashi Illuminati's base. We're very close to discovering it." She peed in her shorts. "Ahhhh..."
...
After that Sunny did a stealth simulation course. A few of the tasks took a few tries but she did very good at it.
After a few more days of fun and relaxation, Brad and Stella made an announcement.
"We have located the Omorashi Illuminati base," said Brad. "We will be sending in our best people to infiltrate their base and obtain a thumb drive we believe lists the records of all their plans."
"Once you have it," said Stella, "bring it to us and we will give it to the right people and take the Omorashi Illuminati down."
Brad named off everyone who could go on the mission - including Sunny. She couldn't wait to get involved and defeat these horrible people.
Everyone involved, about half male and half female, were given skintight black full bodysuits and masks.
"Now remember," said Samuel Emmerich, the stealth instructor. "It may be tempting, but don't pee in those outfits unless you're sure no one will notice. When you get back you can pee in them."
"Yes sir," said Sunny.
"Now," said Sally. "We'll be going in through the sewers. That's our best chance of getting into the computer room."
Sunny thought it was poetic that an Omorashi guild was taking down a more sinister Omorashi organization by entering their headquarters through the sewers.
"According to the schematics we obtained, there is an air duct in the bathroom leading to the computer room. We can enter through there and get all the incriminating evidence."
They entered the sewer, and Sally led them down their path. Jane, the woman who had rescued Sunny with Nick and Bob, peed in her bodysuit on the way there. They climbed up a ladder and through a grate into a high-tech-looking building. But they used all their stealth skills they had learned to sneak through.
Sally led them into the nearest women's bathroom. Bob was in the process of opening the vent when a woman walked in. She was very pretty and posh-looking, with long dark hair, lipstick, and a short red dress. One of the Omorashi Illuminati. She took one look at the Omorashi Guild members. "Who are you?" she asked.
"We're plumbers fixing a broken pipe in here," said Sally.
"I don't recall Mr. Kilgrave sending for plumbers," said the woman.
Sally punched her in the face, knocking her out cold. As she toppled to the bathroom floor, a puddle grew under her as the crotch of her dress became very wet. Not only did Sunny love the sight of her peeing in her dress, but she thought, it was an ironic punishment for forcing humiliating pee accidents on people, and from how clean the place was, she was sure the Omorashi Illumati were not interested in wetting themselves, so this was sure to be humiliating for her when she came to.
Sally turned the woman on her back and lifted her dress, exposing her very wet black panties. She stuck a needle into her butt.
"What's that?" Sunny asked.
"A sedative," said Sally. "It'll keep her asleep long enough for us to do what we need." She put her skirt back down and laid her into position.
"What if someone else comes in and finds her?"
"They'll think she just barely didn't make it and either fainted or slipped on her puddle and hit her head. They'll probably be too turned on by her accident to think much of it."
Sunny could believe they'd think that. Sally climbed into the vent first, and Sunny and the others followed. As Sally led them down the path that the schematics said led to the computer room, she was momentarily distracted by voices coming from a nearby vent about halfway there. She and the others gathered around the vent to listen. Sunny, who was directly behind Sally, was close enough to see through the vent. Inside were John Kilgrave and several other men in suits and women in fancy dresses.
"So, Miss White," said Kilgrave. "You're in charge of sabotaging the toilets at the anime convention."
"Yes sir," said a woman with blonde hair who wore a long black dress. "You'll be the first to know how many wet anime costumes there are."
"Mr. Higgins," said Kilgrave. "The football finals in Chicago are tomorrow. Right when the game begins, sabotage all the stadium toilets and jam up all but one exit of the parking lot under some false construction pretexts just in case some people manage to hold it the entire game."
"As you wish," said a fat man with dark hair and a gray suit.
"Take Hank and Cynthia with you," said Kilgrave. "Hmmm... Cynthia sure has been in the bathroom for a while. She's probably taking a shit and clogged the toilet and is too embarrassed to show herself." He laughed, and so did all the other OI members.
Then a scientist entered the room. "The virus is ready, sir. Contagious and relatively low mortality rate, as you ordered. Those that live will be infected for two weeks."
"Excellent work, Dr. Corona," said Kilgrave. "Next week we shall release this virus. Once it becomes a pandemic, we shall use it as a pretext to make public bathrooms obsolete. Humiliating wettings galore! And President Crump is so gullible we might not even have to bribe him this time!" They all laughed again.
(AN: It should be obvious what this is a reference to. I don't think anyone actually manufactured covid-19 but I do suspect that someone is exploiting it to this end and it makes me mad, given that where I live public bathrooms are still open with hand sanitizer and safety instructions and we're still doing better than places that closed them down, indicating that keeping them open doesn't hurt and closing them definitely isn't helping, only causing wettings)
"What a bunch of sickos," whispered Sunny.
"Shhh," said Sally.
"Hey, I hear something," said Kilgrave.
"And I smell pee," said Miss White. Sunny was sure it was Jane's pee-soaked bodysuit she smelled.
"Is someone up there spying?" Kilgrave asked.
Sunny quickly made a neighing sound. She loved horses so much she knew how to imitate them perfectly.
"Just one of our race horses got up in the air duct again," said Kilgrave. "It probably peed up there too. Let's enjoy the smell of horse pee for a while. They usually find their way back to the stables, and if they don't? We can just get another one. Now, back to our plotting."
The guild members resumed crawling through the air ducts.
"Nice recovery," said Sally quietly once they were out of earshot of the conference room.
Sunny blushed lightly, though you couldn't see it under her mask. "I didn't know they had race horses here."
"They have them as a front for some of their operations. And sometimes they have their horses pee on people for fun."
They eventually reached another vent.
"This is it," said Sally. "And there doesn't seem to be anyone inside." She removed the vent and they entered the computer room.
Nick saw a thumb drive laying on the desk. He put it in the computer and examined the files. "This is it. Details of all their plans, their operations, even an exact count of wettings they caused." He closed the file and Sunny picked up the flash drive.
"We got it, now let's go!" said Sally quietly.
Suddenly the door opened, and in came a man with red hair and a tan suit. Another of the Omorashi Illuminati.
"What are you doing here?" he said. He reached for his radio.
Sunny knocked the radio out of his hand and kicked him in the head, knocking him out cold before he could alert anyone.
"Nice work, Sunny," said Sally.
"Can I pee on him?" Sunny asked, for she needed to go.
"As fun as that would be, we have to get out of here before anyone else finds us, or before they find this guy. Besides, peeing on him could wake him up."
Sunny thought she could just inject him with a sedative like Cynthia, but who was she to argue? They all entered the vent and made their way back to the bathroom. Cynthia was still unconscious, laying in her puddle. They sneaked back to the sewers and got out of the base before anyone else could notice them. As soon as they were safe in the sewers, Sunny let out a sigh of relief and peed her bodysuit.
...
"In a shocking turn of events, a sinister conspiracy has just been uncovered," said a news reporter. "The Omorashi Illuminati have been pulling strings in the shadows, forcing people to wet themselves, resulting in total humiliation and in some cases, bladder damage. This includes violating bathroom rights at schools and workplaces, causing traffic jams, and sabotaging gas station toilets. They have even been planning to manufacture a virus and cause a global pandemic to render public bathrooms obsolete, which would have killed a small percentage of the world's population and destroyed the economy. Their leader, John Kilgrave, was arrested along with his top tier men and women. Kilgrave is looking at multiple life sentences, and was forced to wet his pants on the way to prison. Every Omorashi Illuminati member will spend the rest of their days in toilet-less prison cells that they themselves arranged, which are now reserved only for Omorashi Illuminati. President Ronald Crump was removed from office for taking bribes from the Omorashi Illuminati to forbid pulling one's pants down to pee outside in emergencies.
"What's truly remarkable is that the ones who exposed this sinister organization call themselves the Omorashi Guild. These people also have an Omorashi fetish, but despite this they were strongly opposed to the Omorashi Illuminati's actions, preferring only to engage in harmless activities that don't hurt anyone, including wetting themselves for fun. Their identities and base will be kept a secret, but this goes to show that just because someone has a weird fetish doesn't make them bad. The new president, Mike Amabo, has passed a law forbidding the discrimination against people with weird fetishes, as long as they stay harmless with it.
"It came to light that Lightning Wind, the owner of Lightning Horse Races, imprisoned would-be employees for their interest in wetting themselves. No names will be given, but she set an example for the penalty for this extreme kind of kinkshaming. She was placed in the stockade for two days, causing her to wet her racing shorts in front of her entire staff and all her race horses. She even messed herself. She was so embarrassed when it was over that she retired and moved to Australia. The new boss, Stephanie, fired anyone who didn't promise never to kinkshame again, and introduced her race horse, Surprise. She promised never to discriminate, or even detect people with the fetish. Today we make a step towards a brighter future."
"We did it," said Sunny, watching the report on TV, and wearing the outfit she had first entered the Omorashi Guild base in. "We beat them all."
"Congratulations," said Kyle, slapping Sunny's butt playfully.
Sunny giggled. "Even though I got a million dollars... I still want to work part time at the racetrack."
"If that's what you want to do."
"But of course I'll come back here a lot of the time."
Surprise came running up to them, pee dancing, with Stephanie riding her.
"Surprise just got back from a race," said Stephanie. "She has to pee like a race horse." She giggled a bit, since Surprise actually WAS a race horse. "I told her not to pee on me this time, because someone needs to be showered with a little more than just praise for helping us take down both our enemies. If you're up for it."
Sunny quickly sat down beside her and said "Pee on me." Surprise lifted her leg and peed all over Sunny. About one minute in, Sunny also started peeing, though you couldn't tell because she was already completely soaked.
She sat in the massive puddle for a few minutes before Kyle said "I heard you can whinny like a horse."
"It took a bit of practice." She got on all fours. "Would you like to ride me?"
Kyle answered by climbing on Sunny's back as though she was a horse.
"If you have to pee, you can do it right there." Sunny giggled and started walking on all fours.
Only about fifteen minutes in, Kyle peed his gym shorts. Sunny enjoyed the warm feeling of his pee soaking her back. She also liked it when Kyle occasionally swatted her rear end to make her move.
Another twenty minutes later or so, Sunny had to pee really badly from all the soda she drank before watching the news report. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said. She of course fully intended to pee herself but wanted to hear Kyle's response before she did.
"Then just go in your shorts," he said, patting Sunny's butt lightly.
Sunny lifted her leg and peed. Her stream passed through her already-wet shorts and made a puddle. She sighed in relief, enjoying the warm wetness and naughty feeling of peeing herself. She loved this place and she would always be a part of it.
The End
AN: You'll notice Kilgrave was named after the Jessica Jones character, whose mind control powers caused wettings I couldn't really enjoy despite being fiction. The air duct scene also drew inspiration from Final Fantasy VII and Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. |
The day started earlier that any other day. I woke up at 06:30am drank 2 large glasses of water and showered quickly. It almost seemed pointless showering, knowing what I was doing that day, but it just didn't feel right if I didn't bother.
I packed my outfits for the day. I had been told I was doing two piss videos, and 3 wetting videos so I chose my clothes wisely. Knowing my schedule I made sure to pack 3 pairs of panties, (one for each wetting), 2 spare pairs of leggings, a spare pair of jeans, and for the pissing scenes I chose my normal favourite outfit.
I dressed that morning wearing pink panties, a pair of fishnet tights, a nice black skirt, and a pair of high top converse. Shoes were often the main issue doing filming days as I didn't have much room to carry any in by bag. This time I planned to make the Converse last for the two piss videos and a wetting video, and then change into a comfy pair of ankle boots for the last two wetting vids. I don't mind getting wet feet and shoes, just so long as they stay warm! Ballet flats always end up freezing cold!
I packed all the clothes into my bag, hopped into the car and headed to the meeting point. The first stop was a motorway services where they could make me drink a couple of coffee's and get my huge bladder full ready for my first piss scene of the day. I always get really excited on the way to filming days. It's so much fun to enjoy my fetish in such a naughty way, not to mention one that pays well!
When I got to the services I could already feel my bladder getting rather full. I always make sure to drink plenty before leaving the house as it helps get into the filming a lot quicker. I sat my self down with Dee, who was playing camera girl for the day. She already had my favourite coffee waiting. It was a nice large mocha. We sat and chatted, I finished off my drink and announced that my bladder was nice and full ready for my first pee scene.
I think Dee likes working with me, she says I make it so easy and because I'm so relaxed she knows we'll always get good shots. I did tell her I get genuinely turned on by making her videos so I am sure she hasn't forgotten.
I was totally bursting at the start of the first video. They decided it was going to be a parking lot pee video where we would rush into the services, I'd jump out the car and pee onto the car park. It didn't quite go to plan! We left the services and began filming as another girl call Andreea drove us around. It was all okay at first, I sat in the back, grabbing myself, squirming doing a little wiggle, an then Andreea announced that there was traffic.
Now, by this point, I was genuinely really full. Proper bursting. Andreea was worried she was about to see her car seat get soaked. Dee on the other hand knew full well how strong my pee muscles were so, to keep up the fun of the video, she began teasing me about how full I was. Honestly, as achy as my bladder was at this point, the little tummy pokes she was giving me was turning me on. She kept grabbing my knee and pulling my legs apart and filming close up between my legs, hoping to catch a little wet patch forming. I was trying not to laugh at this point. Andreea was trying not to yell at Dee in case I pissed in her car.
Finally the traffic moved! We quickly circled back to the services and Andreea pulled the car up at the far end of the car park. Dee dived out before me and it was at this point I felt a jet of piss spray into my panties. She quickly put the camera close up between my legs and I grabbed my pink panties under my skirt and managed to pull them to the side. That is easier said than done when you're wearing fishnets I can tell you!
The second my panties were out the way of my damp pussy I burst open, spraying a forceful jet of pee out into a huge puddle on the car park. It was so powerful it splashed all over the tops of my converse and Dee's feet! She laughed it off, she was used to getting wet when I finally loose control!
At the end of the torrent, Dee likes to film the damage, she panned the camera around at the puddle on the floor, showed the little glistening speckles on the top of her feet, and then panned the camera up between my legs. She always gets a lovely close up of my cute little pussy with little wet drips glistening on my lips. She then asked my to pull my panties back across, so I did. The wet material doesn't bother me, in fact I quite enjoy it. She then got a nice close up of my damp panties for the viewers and I pulled them up nice and tight so it wedgied my pussy. Luckily, I had managed to keep my skirt from getting wet. Not sure how I managed that!
Stood next to the car I quickly grabbed my bag, pulled out some fresh panties and changed. I always bring a towel that I can put on the floor so I can keep my feet clean. So I grabbed it, thew it on the floor, slipped my converse off and pulled my fishnets down. Dee decided she was going to film me changing as she always loves the added naughtiness of me not cleaning up properly after a wetting. I loved it too so I quickly slipped my wet panties down, pulled the fresh pair up and put my fishnets and converse back on.
That was the first piss, and wetting, of the day complete! |
Once we got to the nearest pub I walked straight through to the beer garden. I was getting wary that people might be able to smell pee a little, specially as I was still in my damp converse! Anyway, Dee bought my favourite drink out again and I began gulping it down once again. She also gave me some little electrolyte tablets to stop me from loosing all my minerals from drinking so much. I think they are ones you use after exercising a lot.
Once again, I filled my bladder quickly, and Andreea declared the next location and challenge. It sounded great fun. We were going to a large area under a motorway overpass. It was really remote and no one ever came past. It was one of my favourite places to film. She also told me that the challenge was going to be an obstacle course! I always love doing those ones!
I remember the walk to the location being quite far this time, about 25 minutes or so. We passed the car and grabbed some extra clothes. It was a quiet walk though and we didn't see many people. Lucky really considering how desperate I had got myself. I was having to keep stopping to grab myself and regain a bit of composure. Andreea and Dee started filming me just in case I had a genuine accident. Of course, they did keep encouraging my to hold it though as they didn't want the obstacle course wasted.
I managed to reach the location, we began filming straight away. Andreea showed the course I was supposed to go through. It was mostly old car tyres spread apart, wide enough to make me have to spread my legs. There was then a long metal balance beam they had created from bricks and an old metal beam. The most challenging looking obstacle was the make shift hurdles they had made. They used road cones and put little wooden planks over them. The challenge would be to step over each one without knocking the wood off the cones. Very difficult!
Dee gave me the signal to start the course. She knew full well I was minutes from pissing myself at this point. I scurried myself to the balance beam. This was harder than it looked, every time I fell off I had to start again. It was pure torture as every time I felt a wave of desperation I ended up dropping off the beam!
I think it was like the 4th attempt when I suddenly started loosing control. I felt sideways off the beam and had to spread my legs wide to stop me falling over. As soon as I did I felt a huge hot spurt of piss spray into my panties and leggings. Andreea was straight in for a close up shot, Dee asked if I could get it under control. The shot Dee got was amazing. It was from behind with the camera pointing up between my legs. You could see the grey material turning dark and then my fingers come from the front and grabbing my pussy tightly. The pee was spraying between my figners and dripping to the ground. Some how I managed to stop the flow, but it was pure torture for my little pee hole.
Dee told me to have another go at the course. I had actually managed to release some pressure by wetting myself a bit so I dived onto the balance beam and scurried across as fast as possible. I should have gone for the fast method the first time, but I don't think I'd have been able to keep my pee in.
The tyres were a totally different level of challenge. I stepped into the first one, then realised just how far the second one was. I swung my leg over to it, spreading my legs wide. I felt another hot jet of pee spray into my panties and soak my pussy. I quickly grabbed myself tight and managed to clamp my flow off. I basically passed this obstacle by letting out one huge spurt per step. Reaching the end I had a wet patch that had spread down the inside of my legs, to my knees. Dee and Andreea had some fantastic shots of my pee dripping from my leggings and making little puddles on the concrete.
The final challenge was a seriously tough one. The road cones were the perfect height for the wooden beam to be right up between my legs as I climbed over. I managed to get over the first 2, but on the 3rd I lost it. I lifted my leg over and was straddling the beam when my pee muscles just gave up. Torrents of hot pee flooded into my panties and leggings and poured into my converse. It felt like heaven after all the torture my poor pussy had put up with! Andreea stood in front of me and Dee behind. Filming the flood of pee pouring down my legs.
Andreea grabbed the waist band of my panties and leggings and pulled them away from my tummy. She pointed the camera down the front. This was a great shot as you could see my naked pussy and the huge flood of piss spraying out of it into my panties! Such a sexy bit of video.
I clambered off the obstacle and stood next to it as they filmed the damage on my leggings, and then a good close up shot of my drenched converse. I told them I had more left in my bladder and Dee said to pull my panties and leggings half way down so they could get a sexy shot of my pussy peeing down my thighs. I love how sexy my pussy looked in this shot. All puffy and cute looking as she sprayed the remaining pee down the inside of my thighs.
Once I'd finished, they filmed me changing again. I was a right mess this time. I put my towel on the floor, pulled my converse off my soaked little feet, and peeled my leggings down. I only had one pair of panties left though by now, and as I wanted to drive home in dry underwear I had no choice but to keep these pissed ones on. Dee grabbed my panties, pulled them to the side, and got a close up shot of my pussy. She made a comment about how pissy scented it was now. The viewers love knowing I'm a naughty mess!
I pulled my fresh jeans up over my soaked panties. Dee and Andreea loved this as the viewers enjoy knowing I haven't changed my wet panties. I then shoved my pissy feet into my lovely comfortable ankle boots and we headed off again to another pub garden for more drinks. |
While we were in the beer garden, Andreea asked if we could film a naughty little bonus scene. It was quiet in the garden so I agreed. We ordered some food and sat waiting for it to come. While we were waiting, Andreea and I went to the toilet. Not for a pee of course, but to show off my damp little panties! Dee stood outside to make sure no one came in, and I stood in the toilets and unzipped my tight jeans. I slid them down to around my knees and showed off my damp patch on my orange panties. Andreea got a nice close up, so I pulled my panties to the side and let her comment on how pissy my pussy must be after doing so many videos. I spread my puffy lips open and showed off my little pink clit and pissy little pee hole. She loved it! I then pulled my jeans back up nice and tight, zipped them up, and she filmed me walking back to the table in the garden. She managed to sneak a naughty comment in about whether the waitress would be able to smell my pissy pussy! I just laughed it off.
We had some lovely food, and I made sure to once again drink plenty. The last challenge was just a pure bladder torture challenge. Usually during these videos I would have my bladder squeezed, my pussy grabbed and tickled, I'd be made to squat and jump around etc. Anything that would make my little pee hole spray pee into my panties. This type of video wasn't my favourite, but viewers love them and I always get really good comments on them.
As soon as we were happy with how full my bladder was, we started walking back to the same location as before. It was again quite a challenging walk! My poor bladder was totally worn out by this point, my pee muscles were verging on giving up and my poor little pussy and feet were rather pissy scented by now! I was glad it was the last video of the day as I was worn out!
We got back to the site under the overpass. My little puddle from a few hours before was nearly dried. Just like my panties. Again, to show off how naughty I had been Dee made me pull my jeans down and show off my orange panties that I was still wearing. She then asked me to pull them down and showed off my pissy pussy to the camera and made a comment about how stinky it was getting now. I laughed it off and quickly pulled them back up as the cool evening breeze was threatening to make me piss right there and then!
We began the torture challenge about 15 minutes after arriving, basically waiting for my poor bladder to be topped off with pee before starting. My first challenge was to squat down into a very low squat, but while keeping my panties and jeans up. This one was always a tough one, and to start with it was definitely torturous! I dropped into the squat position, my legs were spread rather wide and my bladder squished by my thighs. I felt my pee muscles spasm, but I forced them to stay shut! I wasn't giving in on the first challenge. That was for sure!
My next challenge was to have my bladder squeezed. For this one, Dee put her camera down and stood behind me. She wrapped her arms around me from behind and started gently squeezing my tummy tightly. Each squeeze I felt my pee hole twitch as the huge bulge of pee tried to force its way out. I kept fighting the waves of desperation, when suddenly Dee really upped the pressure. She squeezed really tight with one hand and tickled me under my arm with the other. I laughed and spasmed. A huge spurt of piss sprayed into my panties. I went to grab my self but she pulled my arm away, leaving my poor little pee hole to regain control on its own. I closed my eyes, clenched all my muscles and forced my little pee hole shut tight again. Andreea brought the camera nice and close between my legs and Dee unzipped my jeans while her arms were round me. I pulled them down and Dee pulled my pissy panties up tight at the front, the fabric slipped up between my wet little pussy lips revealing most of my pussy to the camera. I quivered with desperation as Andreea filmed a few more little drips falling from my wet panties.
I pulled my jeans back up and we moved onto the next challenge. I had to do 15 star jumps. Much easier said than done when you have a pulsating full bladder trying to empty itself. I managed 3 and had to stop and clench my muscles tightly. Dee shouted for me to start again and I did. Each star jump jolted my poor bladder and put pressure on my worn out little pee muscles. It was inevitable that I wasn't going to make it through this task so I just went for it! I smashed through 15 star jumps. By the 2nd my pee hole had given up the fight and was sending a torrent of piss spraying into my panties and jeans. A river of pee flowed down the inside of both of my legs and poured into my little ankle boots. As soon as I finished the 15th, I grabbed my pussy tight and forced it to regain control of what was left in my bladder.
Dee and Andreea panned the cameras around, getting good angles of my wet patches from each direction. I unzipped one of my boots and pulled it off, tipping the flood of pee out of it onto the floor. Andreea filmed me pouring it, and Dee filmed my soaked little bare foot that I was holding off the ground. I quickly slipped my boot back on and then did the same with the other. Then told Dee and Andreea I still had quite a lot of pee in my bladder.
They decided to tease me a little. Again Dee put her camera down, and left Andreea to film. Dee made me pull my jeans down to my knees and present my wet panties to the camera. Stood behind me she pulled them down, revealing my poor soaked little pussy. It was then that I felt her hand on my pussy. I didn't mind of course, I've done plenty of lesbian scenes in my time. She massaged my pissy lips for the camera, and then slid her fingers between them and spread them open, showing my pissy clit and pee hole off to the camera.
She asked me to begin peeing. So I did as I was told. As I pissed she massaged it all over my pussy and made sure it splashed all down my thighs and into my pulled down jeans and panties. As the last few drips trickled out of my pussy, Andreea placed the camera right in front of my pussy. What a shot that turned out to be! When I watched the scene back the next day it turned me on like crazy!
Once the scene had been finished, I realised how little fresh clothes I had left to change into! I only had fresh panties left at this point. They filmed me getting undressed. I was stood naked from the waist down. Dee passed me my fresh panties, handed my my fishnet tights and then the skirt I had got wet before. It was dry by now so there was no problem wearing it. I didn't have any fresh shoes so I just tipped as much pee out of my boots as I could and put them back on over my fishnets.
Finally the day was done, all the filming was complete, and I could head off home. It had turned out a great day. The problem was, having drank so much shandy through the day I didn't think it wise to drive home. I managed to find myself a hotel nearby which was a reasonable price. Booked in online and settled in for the night. It was 10:30pm by the time I got to the hotel and finally, after nearly 13 hours of being a pissy mess I had chance to shower and clean up my pissy pussy and cute little feet. It felt incredible. What a day I had! |
I sometimes wonder if Melissa knew I’d been watching and drank a little more than usual on purpose. It was a warm, lazy evening in late summer, and we were chilling on the beach with our friends, drinking beers and ciders. The smell of bonfire smoke mixed with the fresh night air in that intoxicating way you wished would last forever.
I’d been pacing myself on my bottle but was starting to feel the need to pee, quiet at first then more insistent. What’s more, I’d noticed Melissa pressing her thighs together a few times over the past half hour. Maybe it was wishful thinking but I was taking it as a sign that she needed to go too.
Just as I was starting to get a bit fidgety and restless, she stood up.
“Just going to stretch my legs,” she announced to the group, though no one was paying close attention and she got a few grunts at best. “You coming?”
Her tone was a little too casual and it made my heart skip a little faster, but again, it was only me that understood the significance of what she was asking as I awkwardly clambered to my feet.
We set off and I debated asking her where we were going. It seemed like we were heading for the pier, which was just around the corner from our spot, and always deserted at this hour because it was so dark.
I wordlessly flicked the torch on my phone on as we approached the creaky wooden pillars. I could feel my own bladder squeezing a little, reminding me that it too needed relief.
”I’m so full of pee, Laura,” she said, a slight gasp hitching her voice. “I don’t think I can go any further.”
I did the cursory glance around, no one in our eye line. “You gonna go here?”
She was already unbuttoning her shorts and I bit my lip to see she had no panties on as she stepped out of them.
She bent down, squatting and I shone the torch on her, unable to help myself.
“Perve-,” she jokingly mumbled, but it lacked the punch of her usual joky comments.
”You’re so desperate aren’t you?” I said, unable to help myself, pressing my own legs together. “Piss for me, Mel.”
“Ahh,” she murmured and I saw the first dribble of piss staining the sand. “Oh-oh god.” Her piss shot forth in a strong stream and I bit down on my lip, remembering how badly I needed to release.
”I need to put the phone down,” I said, but she didn’t seem to notice me, lost in the bliss of her piss stream pooling in the sand underneath her.
I quickly set the phone down next to me and began fiddling with my short button.
”Fuck- it’s stuck. I-I can’t hold it Mel.” I wriggled with my button desperately but it was no good. I could feel the piss bursting to come out.
A few more scrabbles and it was done. I tore my shorts down and bent down, feeling the first stream of piss run down my slit, then turn into a long, powerful stream like Mel’s. The relief was so overpowering that it wasn’t until I came back to myself once the last trickle had dried up that I realised she was holding the phone this time, fully dressed again and watching me.
”Perve,” I said, but I was grinning as I shook myself as best I could then hitched my shorts back up. We began to wander back towards the group when something caught my eye.
”Is that...Seth?” I said quietly.
Melissa’s head jerked in the direction I’d pointed. I pulled her behind the wooden beam and we gazed. Our friend Seth was walking briskly away, his back to us. He must have snuck off before we did and we just hadn’t noticed.
”Fuck, fuck,” I heard him exclaim, and as he turned slightly I could see him fiddling with his fly. “Shit,shit-“
Giving up on his fly, he grappled with the top of his jeans and I heard Melissa’s shaky intake of breath as he pulled out his cock, and a strong piss stream immediately burst from the top.
His unsteady sigh was so loud it reached us and I felt my pussy throb as I watched, mesmerised. He’d managed to get his jeans down far enough to hold his cock fully and he continued to piss for what must have been nearly a minute before it started to taper off. The longer it continued the more I could feel my arousal build and began rubbing myself through my shorts with low little breathless pants. I didn’t have to look at Melissa to sense her doing the same.
To our unbelievable delight, once Seth had finally stopped pissing, he gave his cock a few shakes, then started playing with it. He leaned back slightly on the wooden beam behind him, arching his back and face up and began to pant.
”Fuck I needed that.”
He was pumping his cock slowly and rhythmically now, it had already gotten completely hard. Near hysterical with need, I managed to slip my hand down my panties, and had to bite down on my lip again as my finger met my soaking pussy. I heard a strangled gasp from Melissa beside me and could sense her hand moving faster on her own clit beside me.
Faster and faster I laced my fingers over my swollen wet clit, having to close my eyes at times to focus on keeping from getting too loud. I felt myself begin to topple over as Seth started to let out ragged moans, then jerked forward, desperately pumping his cock as white streams shot forth.
I fell onto the beam for support as I feverishly worked my clit, falling into a dizzyingly sweet orgasm and feeling Melissa come apart next to me with a breathless, high moan. |
Bayside beat Valley. AC Slater scored on a 5 yard run -- his 3rd touchdown of the game -- with less than a minute left to give Bayside a 35-31 victory over their arch-rivals. To say the mood was celebratory and upbeat on the bus ride home from the game was an understatement, to say the least. Even on the cheerleaders’ bus coming home on that chilly autumn afternoon, it was a loud and happy ride indeed.
For Kelly, though -- typically among the most cheery and upbeat of the bunch -- her demeanor was decidedly more subdued. As the bus ride wore on, the pretty and popular brunette just sat there uncomfortably squirming in her seat. It really wasn’t a long bus ride at all, but as the pretty senior cheerleader sat there dealing with the intense pressure from her bladder, the bus ride seemed to take forever. And to make matters even worse, Kelly was now starting to feel an intensely urgent need to go the other way as well. “Oh Please! -- Let us just get there already,” Kelly mumbles to herself as the bus makes a hard stop at a red light and Kelly has to clamp down tight to fight another strong surge from her bladder.
While the other cheerleaders celebrate Bayside’s great victory over Valley, Kelly can only focus on finally getting to a toilet and letting out what she’d been holding in all afternoon. In her mind, she can only picture the bus pulling into the school parking lot and her making a mad dash to the gym corridor doorway. From there it would be just a short sprint down the hallway to the girls’ locker room where a whole row of wonderful toilets awaited her. She pictures herself already having taken down her panties by the time she gets there and she’s already decided to not even bother with closing the door before planting herself down on the toilet seat and getting sweet relief. She images the wonderful feeling of just letting herself go and letting her bulging bladder finally drain and get her what was sure to be the most relieving pee of her entire life. She couldn’t remember ever having to pee this bad before and now with her having to go #2 as well, it was becoming increasingly difficult and outright painful to keep from wetting herself.
As the bus makes it’s way through traffic back to Bayside High, Kelly’s bladder surges again, this time sending a quick but powerful squirt of pee into the pretty cheerleader’s panties before she can once again clamp it off and regain control of herself. It was now -- even as the bus turned onto the same street where Bayside was located -- that Kelly started to really wonder if she was going to make it and she began to wonder if she really should have gone at the game when she had the chance.
The thing, though, was that Kelly hated port-a-potties. But Kelly didn’t just hate port-a-potties like most women hated port-a-potties -- I mean, no one really LIKES port-o-potties -- but Kelly hated port-o-potties like no one else hated port-o-potties. Kelly hated port-o-potties with an intensity that was nearly impossible to describe. Whereas most women do not like port-o-potties, they do surrender to necessity and reason and do reluctantly use them when they truly need to, Kelly has other ideas. Whereas most women simply accept the notion that when you gotta go, you gotta go and sometimes that means you have to go in a port-o-potty, Kelly long ago decided that no bathroom emergency would ever be so urgent, that it would necessitate her having to use a smelly, disgusting port-o-potty. And, true to form, when faced with nothing but port-o-potties that day at Valley High, Kelly simply held it in and refused to use them. And whereas most of her cheerleading teammates did complain about them, they reluctantly gave in to necessity and used a port-o-potty -- two of the girls even having a bowel movement in one -- Kelly was now in a desperate struggle not to go in her pants on the bus ride home.
Mercifully, though, the bus ride would soon be over and Kelly would soon be making her mad dash to the girls’ locker room where a whole row of real toilets awaited her. With Bayside High now in sight just down the road, Kelly comforts herself with the notion that it won’t be long now. But just then, the poor desperate cheerleader feels a sudden strong surge simultaneously from both her bladder and bowels. Clamping down desperately with all her might, she barely avoids doing both in her panties -- her bladder squirting another hard spurt into her panties in the process. Momentarily back in control of herself, Kelly breaths a sigh of relief as the bus finally -- FINALLY -- pulls into the parking lot at beloved Bayside High. But in doing so one of the rear tires of the bus hits the curb. The jolt sends another squirt -- this time a bit longer of a squirt -- into the pretty cheerleader’s already damp panties. As Kelly again manages to clamp it off and regain control of herself, she now feels an unmistakable wetness in her panties. But she takes solace in the notion that it obviously could have been a whole lot worse and that she’s pretty certain it’s not noticeable beyond her slightly wet panties.
As the bus finally -- FINALLY -- comes to a stop in the school parking lot, Kelly doesn’t waste a second. Her coach stands up to make an announcement but the desperate Kelly pushes right past her. She makes a bee line across the parking lot to the entrance to the corridor leading to the locker rooms. She comforts herself in the notion that it really won’t be long now before she’s on one of those sweet girls’ locker room toilets getting relief. But as Kelly hastily pulls on the door -- to her utter horror -- she finds the door locked.
And then, as she unsuccessfully pulls on the door again, disaster strikes. It may have just been a coincidence. It may have just been that by this point her bladder had reached the breaking point and decided that it had had enough. Or maybe it was some measure of despair -- having been taunted with the notion that a toilet was only moments away now to suddenly have that access delayed even further. But whatever the reason -- perhaps it was some combination of the two -- disaster struck.
Suddenly, Kelly’s control was simply gone. A huge rush of warm pee came pouring out drenching her panties. Just as suddenly, warm pee started rolling down both of the pretty cheerleader’s legs. At first -- at least for a few seconds -- her panties absorb a good bit of it and Kelly can feel quickly that they became absolutely soaked. But soon -- as her poor panties could obviously absorb no more -- it comes gushing out and splashing on the pavement down between her legs. It was like her panties weren’t there and the pee was freely flowing out as if it would while she was on the toilet. Only this time she wasn’t on the toilet and the pee was flowing freely out onto the pavement between her feet. All the while her shocked cheerleading teammates and coach stood there watching. The relief felt exquisite -- that much was certain -- but the embarrassment was extreme as was the “ick” factor in the pee splashing back up onto her legs and well as it running down her legs. By now just about everyone else was off the bus and Kelly could just look back at them in horror as they simply stared at her in amazement -- a high school senior just standing there in her cheerleading uniform just voluminously and uncontrollably wetting herself.
Pretty soon it stops gushing out. It’s more like a mere dripping from her saturated panties now. But it’s still flowing out and rolling down her legs by the time Kelly is able to finally regain control. By now, she sees her coach walking toward her -- still a shocked look on her face -- holding her keys. Of course, the school would be locked at this late hour on a Saturday afternoon and her coach would have to use her key to let them in. It’s then that Kelly also feels her bowels pushing out again, and -- still only in tenuous control of her bladder -- she almost loses that this time. “Hurry up! -- I really have to go,” Kelly screams as her coach approaches. Starring at the pee still dripping from under Kelly’s skirt and the huge yellow puddle on the pavement under her feet, her coach gives her a puzzled look -- an unmistakable “it looks like you already went” kind of look. “It’s not that -- I still have to go,” Kelly yells, “I need to go the other way, too.” Hearing that, the coach quickly goes to unlock the door. This was bad enough already -- she surely thought -- no way did she want to Kelly to have an even worse kind of accident.
With her coach opening and holding open the door for her, Kelly steps away from her pee puddle and sprints down the hall to the girls’ locker room. Fortunately, the door to the locker room is unlocked and all 5 stalls sit unoccupied. Kelly rushes into the first stall and rips down her soaking wet panties in record time. Quickly plopping her butt down on the seat, her bladder springs to life again -- sending another torrent of pee splashing nosily into the toilet water below her. It’s hard to believe that with all the pee she left on the parking lot pavement outside and all that had been soaked up by her panties, she still had to go some more. And in due course, her bowels also go to work sending a large well formed “log” into the toilet as well. Checking out her panties, Kelly is pleased to see that her panties, while completely soaking wet, have been spared any of that kind of damage. Following the big log, Kelly’s bowels also let loose with a bunch of softer less formed stuff. Kelly then sits and breathes a sigh of relief as her bladder finally drains the last of what she’d been holding in all afternoon.
What Kelly will think of the port-o-potties over at Westdale High School -- where Bayside will be playing next Saturday -- remains to be seen. |
Author’s Note:
This story is set in an alternative reality were after two years since the Joker’s death, the great criminal, Catwoman decided to give up her life of crime and instead joined sides with her old foe Batman. Also Robin has decided to leave his sidekick role and form his own superhero team ‘the Teen Titans’, however Batgirl does not like the change, but she will eventually learn to like the change.
Episode 1 - An Old Friend Returns Part 1:
Wayne Manor - Early hours of the morning/7:41 AM - 8:10 AM:
It’s been a year now that Selina Kyle gave up being a villain and become a superheroine instead. She’s currently working with her boyfriend and hopefully soon to be husband, Bruce Wayne clean the streets of Gotham, after the events of the death of the Joker. Selina was sleeping with Bruce in one of the main bedrooms located in Wayne Manor after an exhausting day of crime fighting, it must’ve been close to 5 AM when Ms Kyle suddenly woke up with a burning sensation to pee.
She quickly turned to wake up her master, Selina saw Bruce’s eyes were starting to open up and not long after he was awake.
“Oh Bruce!” “Selina what’s the matter?” “I have to pee so badly!” Bruce was so turned on by this.
“Look Selina, just go in the bed. I don’t care.” Those words made her so happy as memories flooded back when she was a villain and how Joker’s goons never allowed her to use any of the bathrooms in their boss’s lair.
Selina went back to sleep and allowed her body to what it wants in the bed, the very thought of waking up completely soaked the bed and to have your boyfriend proud of what you did just turned her on.
The time was now 7:00 AM, Selina awoke to the beautiful sounds of birds chirping and feeling very warm. She ripped open the sheets to see if she in fact wet the bed last night, there she found that the whole bed was soaked in her piss and because she was sleeping on an angle her pee went on Bruce’s thighs, which probably dampened her boyfriend’s side.
In a matter of seconds, billionaire playboy philanthropist, Bruce Wayne woke up, Selina turned to see her lover getting up and said
“Good morning Brucey, did you enjoy sleeping in my accident?” She said it in the most flirtatious way of saying it.
“Yes, I enjoyed very much.” Selina let off a cheeky grin. “Selina can I ask you a question.” She nodded gently. “How long did you hold it in for?”
The question cause Selina to blush, but told Bruce anyway. “I held that in since we came back from Penguin’s hideout at the docks.” “Wow, so your telling me you held that in since we came back from Penguin’s hideout. Wow! Selina that’s incredible! So you held that in for an hours drive back to the Batcave, wow!”
“Bruce, now you know how I hold it, I think you should know why I do it.” “I want to.”
Bruce said eagerly, just before Selina could tell him her secret the doorbell rang.
Knowing that Alfred was still asleep he would be the one to open the door, he shifted himself out of the bed to put his dressing gown on and left saying these words “I won’t be long.”
The doorbell rang again, Bruce started to hurry up to the door and in few seconds he made it. He opened the door to reveal a young girl with red hair that flowed just past her shoulders was sleek, weighed down with heavy beads at the base to hold it still and was dressed in a black T-shirt with a tight blue skirt. Mr Wayne instantly recognised the girl as Barbara Gordon, the Commissioner’s daughter and he noticed that young Barbara had her legs crossed and had her hands wedged in them.
“Thank heavens you came Bruce, I'm in dire need to pee, I had excessively a lot to drink prior to coming here." Barbara said and gave out a little giggle and which made Bruce laugh also. “Well come in, I don’t think I want my porch to be water damaged.” Bruce said sarcastically.
He let her in and revealed to her that the washroom is only a few doors down and while rushing to restroom, she kept in mind that she better not loose control and stain Bruce’s pristine white tiles. Meanwhile Bruce strolled back to his room to get dressed and as he returned, he saw Selina still completely naked and had the sun’s rays highlighted on her curvy body while she was stretching.
Selina could tell that Bruce was enjoying the view as his only Bat-gadget that he kept on was now pointing to the ceiling. The two got dressed cheerfully together, in the interim Miss Gordon was almost there, she felt herself begin to leak in her jeans. She recoiled with shame as she probably was aware that most likely she wouldn't make it, yet she persisted in reaching the lavatory.
She began to run for it, however in the process she began leaking significantly quicker and tears flung out knowing the fact that she wouldn't make it as she had expected. At last she arrived at the corridor that contained one of the numerous washrooms that the Manor contained, she halted briefly and examined the her accident and discovered that the entire base of her black jeans were totally damp.
Without a further ado she ran inside the bathroom with her hands jammed in between her legs, she shut the door immediately and started to unbuttoned herself. She could feel that in any moment she could pop and quickly sat down with her panties still on and her floodgates opened, Barbara sighed in relief that she finally made it.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Her face quickly flushed itself from straining, however she was unable to hold back her moans and was glad that she just made it on time. She opened her eyes and watched herself piss through her light blue panties, usually Babs would be cursing herself for going in her underwear. But today she really didn’t care at all because her whole ordeal today turned her on so much.
Barbara finally finished peeing and reached for some toilet paper to wipe herself, she then shortly flushed the toilet, took off her wet panties and placed her skirt back on. As she started to make her way outside she turned to the bin and threw her evidence away, she then ran to regroup with Bruce, She eventually found him sitting with Selina on the couch.
Miss Gordon really hated Selina because she never forgave her for helping The Joker bomb the GCPD, which killed many people on the force and which badly injured her father. She managed to regroup with Wayne, but in the process she saw that Selina and him were together and noticed that she couldn’t stop touching the billionaire and Babs knew that Kyle was tempting Bruce to have sex with her on the couch.
She was so jealous of Selina because she was madly in love with Bruce too from the start and really desperately wanted to have sex with him - having sex was her wet dream and couldn’t stop imagining the scene. However never got the appropriate time to how her dream come true, but there is still time.
Alleyway Near Gotham Docs - 7:41 PM:
A slim young woman was out jogging late at night, a mugger later spotted her and was ready to pounce.
“Give me all your money!” The mugger said coldly. "Okay." The little youngster said.
A chilly dull shadow showed up, the young lady saw it's Bat molded shadow and right away arrived at the resolution that Batman came to rescue her, however her belief would in time become wrong. The mysterious figure didn't talk at all and ultimately strangled the attacker to death, the young lady was terrified as she realised that Batman wouldn’t murder anybody, which made her realise that she was in a difficult situation. The figure stepped into the light to reveal a hideous bat-like creature, she got a huge fright and ran all the way to the GCPD to inform them of the encounter with the creature.
8:00/8:12 PM - Batcave/GCPD:
The new dynamic trio were all stationed in the Batcave waiting for the arrival of the Bat-signal, soon after their waiting end an proceed to leave their alter egos and suited up to get ready to fight crime. The team rode off to the GCPD to receive their mission from Commissioner Gordon. As the team arrived they grappled themselves up on the rooftop of the Police Station and there, Gordon was waiting for their arrival.
"Hi Batman, Batgirl and Catwoman!" Said Jim Gordon energetically. “What seems to be the problem Commissioner?” Said Batman inquisitively. "All things considered, a young lady came in before saying she was out jogging close to the docs, got robbed and a mysterious bat-like animal came and saved her, anyway it killed her assailant. I accept that Man-Bat is free as a bird again Batman, stop him before he can harm your standing like the last time you halted him.
I believe that Man-Bat is on the loose again Batman, stop him before he can damage your reputation like the last time you stopped him.
“Don’t worry Commissioner, Batman, Catwoman and I would be able to stop Langstrom again.” Batgirl said very boldly. “I admire your courage Batgirl, I have faith in you three. Good luck! “Much appreciated Jim." Said Batman after they all vanished like a phantom.
To Be Continued...
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Surfing Party
Jason cruised along the freeway on his way to meet some friends for a day of surfing along a remote section of beach. His route would take him about an hour on the freeway and then two more hours on a rural two-lane road to the beach. There was a small community associated with the area where he was going to meet his friends, but it was nothing like the resort beach that was much closer to the city.
Todd and his girlfriend Dawn wanted to spend a day at the beach and had invited Jason to join them. Todd and Jason had become friends in high school and then had started university together. Todd had taken to university right away, but Jason had struggled. He much preferred working with his hands and left university after the first year to pursue electrical construction at a local trade school. After trade school, he was hired by a local industrial contractor, and since a lot of their work was in the mining industry, he spent a lot of time out in the boon-docks working at mine sites. At 23 years, he was not tall, but a muscular man and in great physical condition. The nature of the work meant he was always climbing ladders and up on scaffolding, either carrying heavy tools or pulling cables through conduit. This particular weekend he was home in the city and jumped at the chance to spend a day relaxing and playing in the surf with his friends. Todd and Dawn had met in University. Dawn graduated with a Commerce degree and was working as a financial analyst for an Insurance company and Todd got his Civil Engineering degree. He had joined an Engineering firm and he spent most of his time in the office designing bridges and highway interchanges.
Jason had a Toyota Tacoma, a small pickup truck and had made his own surfboard mounting for carrying his surfboard in the back. He had been on the road for nearly 3 hours and was approaching the small town associated with the section of beach he and his friends were visiting today. For the last half hour Jason’s dick had been throbbing with that familiar ache that happens when he is busting for a pee. In 15 minutes he would be at the beach, and since he didn’t really want to wait until he met his friends and then have to run off to the toilet, he decided that he would pull over and have a quick pee on the side of the road. There was very little traffic that day and so when he came to the top of a small hill where he could see a fairly long distance each way, he stopped and got out of his little truck, unzipped his Bermuda shorts, whipped out his dick and had a good-sized pee.
In a few minutes Jason had made his way through the small town and over to the beach parking lot. He was just undoing the straps that held his board down when Todd strolled up beside him. “Hi, Jason! Good to see you! Are you ready for the waves??” “Well, this is only my second time out this season, so I’m kind of out of practice. Been quite busy out of town the last few weeks”, Jason answered. “No problem, Jason. We brought Dawn’s sister Patty with us and she will get us going. She’s an expert on the waves”, Todd continued.
Jason hadn’t expected Patty to be there as Todd and Dawn hadn’t said anything about it when they had invited him to come surfing. He was mildly excited, though, because he had met Patty a couple of times last year at parties at Todd’s place. He hadn’t paid much attention to her although she was very attractive. She was only 19 at the time and he thought of her as “too young” and anyway, he spent most of his time chatting with the boys. As they walked across the parking lot to Todd’s vehicle, he told Jason they were all unloaded and ready to go and that they had brought his portable barbecue and coolers with food and drinks for lunch after their surfing was finished.
As Todd and Jason walked around the truck to where the surfboards were, Dawn and Patty were just getting ready to head out into the water. Jason’s eyes met Patty’s. “Oh, hello, Jason”, Patty bubbled. “I’m glad you could come today! The surf just looks great!” “Hi, Patty, the same to you!” Jason returned. He noticed a tightness in his shorts beginning as he looked at her. She was a knockout in her skin-tight surfing outfit and her dark hair. Her outfit covered her from her neck to just below her knees, but it showed off her beautiful round bum and her exquisitely shaped legs. “Hang on a few minutes while I run and change into my swimming stuff,” Jason said as he took off for his truck and the over to the beach house where he could change. His surfing suit didn’t match hers at all. He just had a tee shirt and a pair of quite brief swimming trunks. As he was changing, he thought of how gorgeous Patty looked and how plain he was going to look. The thought of her was making his dick expand a lot to the point that he had a bit of difficulty getting it stuffed into his trunks in a way that it would not be conspicuous. Hmm, he thought. This could be embarrassing. I’ll have to either get her out of my mind or else be careful to try and conceal this big bulge. The best he had been able to do was to leave it pointed up and to his right, and even then the tip of his dick was right up to the elastic in his trunks.
He hurried back to his truck to get his surf board and then tried to hold his board in front of himself to try and hide his big bulge. When he got back to Todd’s truck, there was Patty standing and waiting for him. Todd and Dawn had already left and were out in the ocean checking out the waves. Realizing that he was alone with Patty and probably would be for the next few hours, he just could not stop his dick from expanding a bit more. He was as hard as a rock. How could he hide it from her until they got to the water? He knew that once he got into the water his dick would shrivel up to almost nothing……it always did. For now, he was horror struck because being alone with Patty like that, his dick was so stiff that it was under his elastic and almost peeking out!! How was he going to manage getting to the water? As he came up to Patty, he said: “Looks like Todd and Dawn are getting ahead of us, so let’s go!” He rested his board on the ground momentarily and with both hands pulled his trunks up as far as they would go while trying his best to keep the board leaning against him on the right side. In spite of his efforts, Patty had noticed the shape of his dick through his trunks and could see that he was totally stiff.
Patty moved effortlessly and with the grace of an athlete in top shape. She did keep herself fit with swimming, working in the gym, and quite a lot of surfing. Normally she went to the beach much closer to the city, but she always found it frustrating with it being so crowded it was difficult to get a good ride without fear of hitting someone else in the water. Today would be a real treat for her because there was hardly anyone else out in the waves at this beach. As they hurried down to the water’s edge she kept trying to position herself beside Jason so that she could watch his big bulge out of the corner of her eye. She knew it was dangerously close to peeking out over the top of the elastic of his trunks and she could feel a throb go through her abdomen as she couldn’t help feeling aroused. She was 20 now and in nurses training at the university, and on the couple of occasions when she had met Jason over at Todd’s place she had developed a bit of a crush on him. She had had a few trips to the hospital as practical training and had accidentally caught glimpses of men’s dicks on a couple of occasions, but none were stiff nor did they make a bulge in their shorts like Jason’s was doing. Now her little crush that she had had on Jason was really coming to life and she wanted badly to be able to slip her hand inside his trunks and hold as much of his dick in her smooth soft hand as she could. It looked to her as though it would take both of her hands to hold all of it. Delicious!!! Maybe later if everything went well.
Out in the water, they began to size up the waves, and Patty, being something of an expert got on one and took a great ride. Jason tried as well, but his timing was nothing like Patty’s and it took him a while to get one. Meanwhile, Todd came by and chatted about the fact it was so quiet and that they should get in lots of rides. Jason confided that since this was only his second time out, he was quite out of practice. Todd advised Jason: “You’d better stick close to Patty because she really knows what she is doing out here.” Jason agreed: “Yeah. I can certainly see that! I’m going to give it my best shot!” Just then Patty came back, ready for another ride. Todd was in the water up past his waste, so she couldn’t see his bulge at all, and Jason was relieved to finally know that the coolness of the water had shriveled his dick to the point that it didn’t show at all. Now he could focus his attention to learning all he could from Patty
They spent the next 3 hours catching waves and with Patty’s help, Jason had gotten quite good at timing the point where he should get up on his board and ride for quite long distances. It was a big benefit that there were so few people there today. Once in a while when they took breaks they would talk about Patty’s nurses training, Jason’s job and where they each lived. It was small talk but it was fun to get to know each other a lot better. Both agreed that they were having a fantastic afternoon.
It was getting on to 5PM and they knew that it would soon be time to call it an afternoon, and they were just on one of their little breaks when they saw Todd waving to them as he left the water heading for his truck. Todd had been wondering if he should ask Patty if she would like to ride back to the city after their barbecue, so at this last break he worked up his courage and asked and was delighted that she had seemed happy to say she would. “Let’s get back up to the beach then,” he said as he reached for her hand as they waded out of the water. Patty quickly looked down to see his bulge, but to her utter amazement and almost disappointment there was none to see. She couldn’t believe her eyes! It had been huge as they were going into the water hours ago.
As they left the water, they couldn’t hold hands as they had their boards to carry. Patty tried all the way back to the truck to discreetly see if Jason’s bulge was really gone, and it seemed as though it was. Patty turned her thoughts to other matters: “Boy am I hungry and thirsty!” she said and Jason agreed: “Me too, but I want to get changed back into my other clothes first!” At the truck, Dawn was already getting things prepared for the Barbecue and Todd was loading the surfboards on to his truck. Jason took Patty’s board and helped Todd tie it down. As they worked on that Dawn handed Patty a large Gatorade. “You must be thirsty! This will keep you going until our steaks are ready!” Thanks! I am thirsty and can’t wait for my steak either!” said Patty. She took a couple of little sips, hardly noticeable since it was a 946ml bottle. Then she set it down and told Todd she was quickly running to the beach house to change. When she spoke Jason looked up and saw her drink on the table. He was super thirsty so, thinking Dawn had set it out for him he picked it up and had a couple of big drinks. Just at that moment Dawn came from the other side of the truck and saw Jason drinking out of Patty’s bottle. “Oh, no, are you drinking that, Jason? That’s Patty’s! Gasped Dawn” Oh, sorry! Said Jason. I hope everything is OK. I just saw it there and though it must be for me!” Dawn gulped: “Uh, well, no, I guess it’s alright. It’s just that Patty drank from it already.” “Ah, who cares!!? Jason reassured her. I’m sure she doesn’t have any germs that I don’t have!” Jason did feel a bit sorry because Dawn had suddenly looked pale and weak as though she could faint at any moment.
The truth was that Dawn had brought along with her several doses of diuretic and had added one dose to Patty’s Gatorade and now Jason was drinking most of it. She was expecting Patty to be riding home with them tonight since she had ridden to the beach with them and as well they lived a considerable distance away from Jason’s place. Patty lived in her own apartment by the university and Dawn lived closed by their parents not far away, and Todd still lived at home close by. Dawn had thought this would be a good chance to see how good Patty’s bladder control was. It was only a couple of months ago that Dawn had had to go so badly that she just couldn’t help peeing her panties in her mother’s car. It had been absolutely awful and while Patty hadn’t teased her about it, Dawn could see that she had enjoyed her terrible predicament!
The girls and their mom had gone for an afternoon of shopping some distance from home and had had an enjoyable time, stopping at a coffee shop at one point for a cappuccino and a dainty.
Now it had been time to leave the mall and go home. Dawn had complained that she really, really needed to go to the toilet before they left the mall. There were toilets right at the door so it was perfect. Dawn headed into the toilet. “Do you want to go as well, Patty? Her mom asked. “No, I’ll be fine. I do have to go but I can wait. I hate those public toilets!” Patty replied confidently. Their mom was quite a proper woman and had taught her girls to go right away when they needed to so they wouldn’t get caught in situations where they might end up having to cross their legs in order to keep their panties dry, and of course holding themselves was out of the question. Patty had had to go fairly badly a few times at school but had always been able to control it by standing innocently with one foot on top of the other so she could squeeze her thighs tightly together without anyone noticing. This time Dawn had come back from the toilets right away. When she got inside, there was a woman throwing up all over the place right in front of the cubicles and, of course, no one had called the cleaning staff yet. There was no way she could go to the toilet here. She had stood with her legs tightly crossed to recover her control because she had been anticipating being able to pee in the toilet right away. Now her mom said, “Let’s get in the car and go home so you can go there, it will only take 20 minutes maximum.” “20 minutes, I don’t think I can hold it that long!” groaned Dawn. Their mother drove with Dawn in the passenger seat and Patty alone in the rear seat. That kind of suited Patty because she felt herself becoming a bit turned on by her sister’s need to pee, and from the back seat it would be easy for her to watch what was happening. Patty had already noticed that Dawn’s face was quite flushed and that her steps to the car had been quite short and it looked to her as though Dawn had walked as though she was trying to squeeze her thighs together with each step. Patty had thought to herself that her sister was getting really desperate, in fact more desperate than she had ever seen anybody else.
On the way, poor Dawn complained about how bad she needed to go and continually squirmed in her seat and waved her legs back and forth, and then she would sit up straight, arch her back and jiggle her feet up and down on her tip toes. They were making good time and only had about 5 minutes to go when the traffic stopped. There were emergency vehicles stopped on the street ahead and they were trapped for now, hopefully only for a couple of minutes. Dawn whimpered: “Mom we’ve got to keep going I can only wait a few more minutes! What am I going to do?”
Her mom looked at her sympathetically. No mother wants to see her daughter in such discomfort, but at this point had no doubt but that Dawn would be able to wait. She had always told her friends what great control her daughters had had as they were growing up. She had never had to worry that they would wet themselves, even when there were quite little, so she was sure it would be the same today. The traffic had not moved for at least 2 minutes and Dawn was having trouble breathing properly. She was practically frantic now. She was sitting crossways in her seat, facing her mother and pushing her legs back and forth constantly so that her knees were moving back and forth past each other and now as she breathed in she drew her breath in through her clenched teeth “sssssssssss” and out, “oooh, oooh,” in “sssssss” and out “oooh, oooh! Then she blurted: Mom, what am I going to do I just can’t hold it another minute!” “I can’t hold it! I’m going to have to hold myself, mom!”
Patty looked at her mom and her mom’s face was really flushed too. She felt her own face and she was hot and sweating almost as if she were nearly wetting her panties, but of course she wasn’t. She couldn’t help feeling sorry for Dawn, but her heart was racing with excitement of watching her sister struggle to keep from wetting her panties. Her mom’s heart must have been racing too because her voice wavered as she tried to reassure her daughter: I’m sure you’ll be OK. Just try thinking of something else besides having to go. “sssssss, OOOOh, OOOh! SSSSSSSS, OOOOOH,OOOOH!” Patty in the back seat was totally mesmerized. She had never seen anyone having to struggle so hard to hold their pee. She leaned forward so she could take every detail in. Oh, mom, ssssss,sssss, ooooh, oooooh, I’ve got to hold myself. I’m sorry, but I just can’t hold on any longer! Ssssss, ooooh, ooooh, Mom! I’m starting to go!!! What’ll I do? Dawn was just straining to hold on to her pee, but suddenly she felt a wet patch start to happen where she was holding herself with her fingers. Patty, looking over between the front seats at her sister couldn’t believe her eyes. Dawn was squirming like she had never seen before, both waving her legs back and forth and the pushing her knees past each other and now she was leaning back a bit and was holding her pussy with both hands. Patty couldn’t help gasping when she saw it. Dawn was sobbing now, and constantly squirming and jiggling. “
“You can’t wet yourself, dear!!” her mom gasped disbelievingly. “I know you can hold it. Maybe you should take your shorts down and go over the edge of the car seat so you won’t wet the seat!?” Patty thought her mom was nearly crying too, now. “sssss, oooooh, ooooh, I can’t take my shorts down, I’m holding myself with both hands and I still can’t hold it! Sssss, ooh, ooooh, sssss, ohhh there I went a little more, ssss, ooooh, ooooh, sssss, ooooh, ooooh , oh, mom it’s going!! Patty, still looking over and between seats just couldn’t believe how her sister was writhing. After all she was a full grown woman and starting to wet her panties!! Ssssssss, oooohh I can’t wait! It’s happening!!” She held herself as tightly as possible and strained to control it but now there was a loud PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, as Dawn just couldn’t stop a big spurt shoot out between her fingers, though her beautiful white shorts and onto the floor of her mom’s car. When Patty finally realized that her sister was starting to pee her panties she got so turned on that she quickly hid behind her mom’s seat slipped her hand inside her shorts and panties and tickled and rubbed her clit. It felt fabulous!!!! She tried to picture her sister’s picture perfect pussy being tortured trying to hold her pee, being squeezed this way and that way between Dawn’s pretty legs and then at last being squeezed hard as Dawn held herself with both hands. She came quickly. She had never been so turned on, but had to try desperately to stifle her reaction to such a strong orgasm!!
As the traffic finally started moving, Dawn struggled to keep from spurting again. They were soon home, and as they pulled into their driveway poor Dawn could just barely keep from starting to go. Now she would somehow get out of the car and run to the front door. She hoped she’d be able to get to the door without having to hold herself. What if one of the neighbours saw her?? They all piled out of the car and Dawn took her hands away and sprinted to the door. Her mom had her keys in her hand and was a bit slower getting to the door. “Hurry, Mom, I just can’t hold on any longer,” Dawn pleaded!! Her mom fumbled with the keys and Dawn was already having to hold herself with both hands again and now waiting for the door to open at any moment was running on the spot and holding on with both hands and bending over nearly double Patty had come up to the door behind dawn and watched intently as her sister struggled frantically to hold her pee back. Suddenly Patty saw Dawn’s wet patch in the back of her shorts expanding and then to her complete amazement, Dawn’s pee began cascading down the back of her legs and her shorts were soaked almost up to her waist band. Dawn was crying as she ducked in the doorway and Patty felt shocked at what she’d seen.
Back at the beach, the boards were tied down on Todd’s truck and Jason just had to put his away and they’d be ready for the barbecue. On his way over to his truck with his board he met Patty coming back from the beach house. Wow, she was gorgeous. She was wearing a fairly loose, skimpy light green top and darker green short shorts that looked quite flimsy as well. Although her shorts were flimsy, they were not quite skin tight, but Jason thought he could see her camel toe as she came closer. “Sorry, I drank your Gatorade. I thought Dawn had put it out for me so I helped myself.” Jason apologized. “Oh, no problem. Dawn will have lots of Gatorade. She always does. She’ll get me another. I am so thirsty and hungry!!” she answered. “I’ll help Dawn get things ready,” said Patty. “I’ll be right there,” Jason reassured her. He hurriedly tied down his board in the back of his truck, making sure everything was secure, grabbed his back pack and ran to the beach house. As Patty had left him, his eyes followed her for a moment. She had bikini panties on under her short shorts and they made the most unbelievably perfect panty lines on her soft round, perfectly shaped bum. Now his bulge was coming back big time. She had turned around and waved to him after she had taken a few steps. Their eyes locked and she smiled, knowing that if he hadn’t seen her camel toe, he would have seen her panty lines. How she hoped his huge bulge would come back into view!!
Dawn saw her returning, and since she still had lots of the diuretic left, she added a generous dose to another Gatorade for Patty. “Thanks, sis. Do I ever need this,” as Dawn handed her the drink. Oh, by the way, sis, Jason asked me to ride back to the city with him, so I said sure,” added Patty. Dawn seemed taken aback and even looked kind of pale to Patty. “Oh, you should come back with us. That’s so far out of Jason’s way to bring you all that way across the city,” said Dawn. “No, I told him that, but he said he doesn’t mind, and besides I kind of like him. He treated me like a princess all afternoon,” Patty countered. “Ok, if he is fine with it go ahead! You’ll have a fun trip, I know that,” Dawn confirmed. Dawn was regaining her composure and giggled. She was disappointed because she had been counting on watching Patty as the diuretic worked its way through her, but maybe she would hear how their trip went later. Besides she still had some diuretic left and she would try again to get Patty desperate.
Jason had returned wearing his Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt, and Patty noticed that his bulge had returned , but didn’t show up as well through these shorts as it had through his skimpy swimming trunks. She felt slightly out of breath most of the time they were barbecuing and desperately wanted to be on the way home with Jason….alone. With the barbecue over and everything put away, Todd and Dawn got ready to hit the road. “Maybe we should go to the toilet first,” Dawn said to Patty. Patty smiled, “Maybe you should. I’ll be fine. I just went while I was changing.” “Well, you never know,” Dawn warned. “I’ll be fine.” Said Patty. With that, Jason and Patty, at her suggestion, went walking hand in hand down to the water’s edge. As they stood watching the waves for a brief moment, Patty looked down and could see Jason’s bulge sticking a way out in his not so tight Bermuda shorts. She decided to walk in front of him and hold his other hand. As she did so her arm nearest him brushed against his bulge. It felt hard as a rock. “Let’s get going,” she said to Jason. “I’m with you,” he agreed. She was still carrying her Gatorade bottle from the barbecue. There wasn’t much left, so she finished it just as she noticed Todd’s truck disappear out of the parking lot. They were alone at last. Patty wanted so badly to be able to hold Jason’s bare dick in her hands. She felt sure he would let her in the right circumstances if she asked really nicely. She wasn’t going to let him have sex with her, but she sure wouldn’t mind if he wanted to play with her pussy. She would see how the evening would unfold.
They had just left the beach and the small town and had only gone about 5Km along the rural highway when they came upon a middle aged woman standing beside her car with one wheel jacked up. Jason slowed and stopped behind the woman’s car. “You don’t mind if we stop and help her do you?” Not at all, Patty answered. “I have a flat tire and I just can’t get the wheel bolts to come loose,” the woman complained. “Let me try,” offered Jason. He tried but couldn’t budge them. He wasn’t worried. He went to the back of his truck and came back with a long-handled socket wrench. He quickly took her wheel off and put the spare on. She thanked him and they were back in the truck. Jason’s hands were very grimy from the flat tire so he asked Patty to look for some damp wipes that he kept in the glove box for just these occasions. “I’m a nurse, let me clean your hands for you,” Patty offered. “OK, go for it,” agreed Jason. With his hands all clean, now they could get back on their way. Once they were up to speed Patty took Jason’s spare hand and placed it on her bare legs. She had her legs together, so his hand just kind of rested on both of them. “Wow, nice soft smooth legs,” said Jason. Patty reached over and put her hand on his leg as high up as she dared. “Thanks,” said Patty. “Too bad your legs weren’t bare as well,” said Patty. “Well, I could take off these shorts, I suppose. I just put them on over my swimming trunks so I’d look a bit more presentable for our barbecue. My trunks were dry by then anyway,” Jason ventured. “Oh, I’d love that,” said Patty. Jason pulled off to the side of the road, squirmed out of his Bermuda shorts, folded them and put them in his back pack in the back seat. He quickly and as discreetly as possible arranged his stiff dick so that it was pointing to Patty’s side of the truck. As he settled into the driver’s seat, he was alarmed that the tip of his stiff dick was under the waistband of his trunks, and almost peeking out. Maybe it was. He quickly checked it with his fingers as he put his seat belt on.
Back on the road, Patty took Jason’s free hand and placed it in her lap, but this time she left her legs apart so that his fingers dropped right down between them and then she closed them, kind of trapping his fingers between her silky smooth legs. Jason looked over and smiled. Patty felt totally happy except that she was feeling like she needed to pee before too long. She reached over and put her hand on Jason’s now bare leg. She was amazed at how muscular he felt, and wondered how she could get to see or feel his bulge. She didn’t have to wait very long.
Jason already had to go by the time he had finished putting the spare tire on the lady’s car. In fact as he was checking the bolts in the spare tire he had had to stand up and hold himself briefly in the pocket of his shorts. He would have gone right there on the side of the road had it not been for the two women being right there with him. Now he was trying hard to keep it a secret from Patty that he would soon have to stop for a pee. He took her wrist of the hand that was on his leg and pulled it back so that her elbow was against the side of his abdomen and her lower arm was touching the end of his dick. Then he placed his hand back on her legs, a bit higher up her thigh than before, and she opened her legs quite wide this time and his fingers slid easily down between them and this time he slid his hand ever so slightly a bit higher up than ever. Now his fingers seemed to be right where her legs were the softest and smoothest. “You have the nicest legs, Patty. Sorry my hands are so rough. Don’t they hurt your soft skin?” he asked. “No not at all. I like your hand there!” she said. In just a couple of minutes Jason quickly pulled his free hand away from her legs and slipped them into his trunks under the waistband and held himself briefly again and then returned his hand to the top of her thigh nearest him. His hand was only there a half a minute and he took it away and fumbled with his dick again. Patty could feel his hand pressing against her arm as he squeezed and released his dick. “Are you OK, Jason? Am I hurting you? I can move my arm a bit if you like?” asked Patty. “No, No, it’s Ok, don’t move your arm.” Jason sounded as though he were in pain. “Patty, I was hoping to keep this a secret, but I am busting for a pee, and it’s been so bad that I’ve had to hold myself a few times already,” he explained. “What? You’re holding yourself? Do men actually hold themselves?” Patty asked, incredulous. “Sure,” he answered. “I have to hold myself on the job lots of times. When you are working up on a scaffold and you suddenly have to go, you can’t always just drop everything and run to a toilet. Sometimes you have to stay and finish what you are doing and that can sometimes take a half an hour. I just slip my hand into my pocket and hold myself when I have to and no one knows anything about it.” “Wow, I had no idea,” said Patty. “I’ve never had to hold myself. My mom taught us girls to always go as soon as we needed to. She would never allow us to hold ourselves. It was taboo!” said Patty, and her mind darted back a couple of months to the time Dawn had had to go so badly that she had peed her panties in her mom’s car. That time Dawn had held herself with both hands and her mom had not scolded her. Maybe it was OK in certain emergencies. Patty never said anything to Jason about Dawn’s incident. She and her mom and Dawn had sworn that Dawn’s incident should never be mentioned….ever.
Jason told Patty that he had had to hold himself a way back when he was changing the lady’s tire and that he had wanted to wait until they got to the junction of this highway and the freeway. There was a truck stop there and he had often stopped there for a pee on his way back to the city because they had nice big toilets there. “Do you think you can hold it that long, Jason, isn’t that nearly an hour away?” Patty was getting really turned on now. Two months ago she had sat and watched everything that went on when Dawn had wet herself, and now Jason was busting and she was alone with him. She could scarcely breathe she was so excited. “I hope so, but I’m going to have to hold myself almost constantly from now on, I’m afraid,” said Jason a bit weakly. Suddenly Patty said: “Can I hold your dick for you and maybe if we both put in the effort you’ll make it!” She started blushing immediately and could not believe what she had just said. “What?” said Jason? “Help me hold it? I don’t know….maybe. Do you even know how? He stammered, quite surprised at the idea. Suddenly he grabbed his dick and held it while he squirmed and jiggled up and down in his seat. “I think I’d better help you right away,” said Patty. Her excitement was growing by the second and quite forgot that she was needing to go too. She took off her seat belt and got up on her knees in the truck seat, turned and leaned over to Jason and quickly found and undid the drawstring on his trunks. She slipped her smooth, soft hands into his trunks. It was easy to find his big dick, although it was smaller than before because of the pain of having to go so badly. She held his dick with one hand down by his balls and with her other hand she held his cherry in the palm of her hand and closed her fingers around all of his dick. As soon as her fingers closed around it, she could feel his dick growing and getting stiffer. As she had been finding his dick, Jason reached over and since Patty was now on her knees and facing him with her legs apart, he could more easily slip his fingers between her silky smooth thighs and this time he let his fingers slip right up until the back of his thumb was pressing right on her pussy. He was sorry she still had her shorts on, because he knew from seeing her camel toe earlier that her pussy must be lush and rich. He longed to be able to play with her pussy. “That just feels heavenly, Patty, for someone who didn’t know how to hold a man, you’re doing a wonderful job. Don’t take your hands away! Maybe I can make it to the truck stop,” said Jason happily. “I think so. How much farther is it?” asked Patty. She was getting concerned about her own bladder because she was having to go worse and worse and fairly quickly, although with all the excitement of her holding Jason’s dick and his hand between her legs and pressing against her pussy, she was still able to keep it a secret but she wondered how much longer that would last. “It’s still about 45 minutes,” said Jason. That worried her a little. She felt like she was entering unknown territory because she had never allowed herself to have to go this bad before. A couple of times when she was younger she had had to cross her legs in school in order to keep control, but it was never anything that was a concern. Now, the aching in her bladder was becoming serious and wondered if she should tell Jason about it. She decided to wait a little longer.
They were zooming along the highway with Patty holding his dick. She would squeeze it with both hands gently but firmly and hold that for 5 seconds, release it for about one second and then repeat that. Suddenly he began to jiggle noticeably and his was breathing in short little breaths and almost groaning a little. “ssssss-ohhhh! Yikes, did I squirt on you, Patty?” he blundered? “No, not yet. The tip of your dick has been a bit wet and slippery the whole time, but my hand is still dry.” Patty reassured him. “It’s always like that when it’s stiff, especially when it has been stiff this long,” said Jason. “Ssssss, ooooh, I’m going to have to stop right away, and pee on the side of the road,” he said urgently and began slowing the truck. “Oops,” he exclaimed. “It happened that time for sure!!” Patty felt her hand that was squeezing his cherry get a bit warm and damp. “A little bit squirted out, but don’t worry, it wasn’t much.” She reached over and got one of Jason’s wet wipes out of the glove box, just in case there was another slip. Jason noticed what she did, and appreciated her attentiveness. He really liked her. Patty felt disappointed that Jason was going to pee on the side of the road and wondered what alternatives they had. She suddenly thought of her empty Gatorade bottle. “Aw, Jason, don’t go on the road. Let’s try and go in my Gatorade bottle in the privacy of your truck,” she coaxed. In the few training trips she had made to the hospital she had accidentally seen two or three older men peeing into jars. They had bigger openings than her Gatorade bottle, but she thought there wouldn’t be any problem. Stopped on the side of the road, “I don’t think it will work, but if you say it will, then I’m willing to try, but we have to hurry, I can’t hold it any longer.” Jason worried. Patty let go of his dick with the hand that was holding him down by his balls and reached into the back seat and in a few seconds that seemed like an hour to Jason. “Sssss, ooooohhhh, sssss, ooooh,” Jason was breathing through his clenched teeth just like Dawn had done, so Patty knew that Jason couldn’t wait more than a few seconds, in fact she suddenly felt the wipe that she was holding his cherry with get warm and damp. “Quick, Jason, roll towards me in your seat, so I can aim you into the bottle. Jason quickly pulled his hand from between her beautiful thighs to help steady himself as he rolled towards her. Somehow they had to get his trunks down a little further. “Can I let go of him for a second so I can pull your trunks down a little,” she asked desperately. “Ssssss, no000, oooh nooo, don’t let go. Squeeze harder!!” he could hardly talk any more. She felt another squirt happen in her hand. “I’ll get them down! Just don’t let go!” He wheezed, barely able to talk. With his trunks down a bit more Patty was able to quickly get his dick out from under the waistband of his trunks and aimed at the Gatorade bottle. She was shocked at how much bigger his dick was than the opening to the bottle. She knew it was quite big from the feel of it, but this was the first time she had actually seen it properly. There was no way it would fit. She would have to aim it carefully. To add to their problems, now that Jason had taken his hand away from under her pussy, Patty realized that for some time, without her realizing it, he had been helping her hold it, and now that his strong hand was gone, she was having to hold it on her own. She immediately realized that she was busting, too. “Sssss, oooooh, hurry, hurry, I’m starting to go I can’t stop now. Patty was desperately trying to get his opening lined up with the bottle but with her desperate need showing up at just the wrong time, she was shaking. “Let it go, Jason, It’s OK. Pee in the bottle.” She didn’t have to tell him. He was losing control and couldn’t see what was going on. He just hoped that she had him aimed right. He peed and peed. Patty was watching and was worried she would have to get him to stop….if he could. She had had to tip the bottle a little so that the end of his dick could rest against the rim of the bottle. He had started a little before she was ready and got a little on her hands, but all in all it was successful. He had been able to finally empty his bladder before the bottle over flowed. He had probably peed about 750 ml. and felt totally relieved.
This trip back to the city seemed to be taking forever. First, a stop to change a lady’s tire, then for Jason to remove his Bermuda shorts, then a stop for Jason to go in Patty’s Gatorade bottle. Jason had unknowingly quickly downed a diuretic-laced Gatorade before the barbecue and during the barbecue a can of Coke. The diuretic had really worked on him and still was although he didn’t know anything about it. Patty had slowly sipped away at her also Diuretic-laced Gatorade, and had a 7-Up during the barbecue. She had only finished her Gatorade before they had left the beach to return home. Now the diuretic was catching up on her without her realizing it except that she was noticing that her bladder seemed to be filling up quite quickly the last while.
Now as they travelled along the highway, about 30 minutes, maybe a bit less, from the truck stop, she was getting concerned. She knew she would be able to hold it that long. She always had. This was new to her though, and she had only had to cross her legs a couple of times when she was younger, but it wasn’t as serious as this was becoming. She didn’t really know what to do. She was still keeping it a secret from Jason, which meant just kind of sitting there and holding it by her willpower. She decided she had better tell Jason and see if he would drive a bit faster.
Jason had left his trunks part way down where they were when he was peeing in the bottle. He had absolutely loved the feel of Patty’s soft hands on his bare dick and the way she had held his whole shaft in both her hands was something else. Patty was having to squirm almost constantly now and she was pushing her knees back and forth past each other. The grinding motion of the tops of her thighs seemed to be pressing on her pee hole, and it did feel better. Jason noticed that she had seemed preoccupied since they got on their way again, and wondered if she needed a toilet as well. “You’ve been quite quiet the last few minutes, Patty. What’s up?” he asked matter of factly. “I didn’t want to have to admit this, but I’ve been holding it since before we stopped for you to go, and now I’m just busting, and I really don’t know what to do. Can you speed it up a bit? I wouldn’t ask, but I am getting desperate and I don’t want to have to go on the side of the road, and I can’t use the bottle, so I have to wait for the truck stop,” she said sadly. He felt his dick get stiff as a board again, so he took her hand and placed it on his dick. It felt wonderful to them both. “Maybe that will take your mind off your bladder,” he said hopefully. “Maybe,” she answered. I want you to put your hand on my pussy and squeeze her like you did before. Do you think it would work better if I took my shorts and panties down?” she asked haltingly. Jason’s heart was raising and his dick was nearly splitting, it was so stiff. Patty even noticed how big, hard and stiff it had gotten, and she was surprised that she felt a bit better. Jason could scarcely believe his ears. One of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, with a gorgeous round bum that showed her pantylines so perfectly and the most shapely legs he had ever seen was asking if she should take down her panties so he could help her hold it better!!! Well, of course!!!
Patty slid her shorts and panties down to her knees, took Jason’s free hand and pulled it over to her pussy then pressed his hand against her clit. That felt so good. Hopefully she could make it now. She began to slide her smooth, soft hand up and down his dick all the way from his balls to the tip. She felt so excited, she forgot about her desperate need. They drove along at 130kph like that for maybe 5 or 10 minutes. “Whoa, stop, Patty!!” Jason suddenly said loudly, and grabbed her hand. “That feels too nice, Patty! You’ll have to leave him alone for a few minutes. I nearly came in your hand there, and I don’t want that to happen now, especially when I’m driving so fast.
She took her hand away and immediately her desperation returned big time. “I’m going to turn away from you and sit sideways. That will make it easier for you to reach around me and squeeze my pussy without putting any pressure on my poor bladder,” she said. “Ok, why don’t you reach back and get one of our towels to sit on and then you won’t have to worry if you happen to accidentally slip a little bit.” She got up on her knees to reach behind the seat for her back pack. Jason followed her every move with his hand and made sure he was holding her tight the whole time. While she was moving around, he let his hand slip a little farther back on her pussy. “What did you do with your hand, Jason? It made my desperation go away a little bit, she said. She folded the towel up in four, placed it on the seat. “I just slid my hand farther back on your pussy and it feels like I’m holding all of her in my hand now,” he explained. “I’m sure I will be able to hold it now,” she said. “What’s that up ahead?” “Those are the lights we are looking for,” Jason explained. We’ll be in the parking lot in 5 minutes. I’m going to go in the back way and drive right up to the “ladies”. I’ll run in and get the key and unlock it for you,” he announced happily. “Hallelujah! Now I know I’ll be able to make it!” she said happily.
Patty sat on the towel on the seat still facing away from Jason so it would be easier for him to hold her pussy properly. She knew she wouldn’t need the towel but it was good to have it there just in case. Jason kept his hand firmly in place covering her pee hole and Patty was squirming and jiggling as hard as she could. Now that she could at last see the truck stop her need seemed to get a lot worse and she put her hands both on top of Jason’s to hold harder. “Sssss, ooooh,” that now familiar breathing through clenched teeth was starting. Patty could not bring herself to believe that she was so close to a toilet and also so close to wetting herself. “You’d better pull your shorts up so you can make a dash for it,” Jason warned. “Oh, yes, I nearly forgot they were down,” she answered. “Ssssss, oooooh.” They were pulling into the back entrance to the parking lot and something caught Jason’s attention. Two tour buses had just pulled in and teenagers were piling out of them and heading for the toilets! The first bus driver had gone for both men’s and ladies keys. “Oh, no! This can’t be happening to us, Patty!” Jason nearly yelled. He had wanted so badly for Patty to be able to just run in and pee. He was finding it so exciting to be able to help her hold on, but at the same time knew it was torture for her and now there was a lineup. “What, Jason?” she asked. She had been sitting and leaning back but with her head down concentrating on holding her pee back. “There are buses over there and there is a huge line up waiting for the toilets. The toilets must have been out of order on the buses!” he said. Patty started sobbing, “What will I do? I’m almost going in my panties. I can’t stand in a line up without holding myself, and that isn’t allowed anyway! Sssssss, ooooh, sssss, ooooh, Oh, no, I can’t hold it! I’m going!” she sobbed. Jason could feel his fingers getting warm and wet and knew there wasn’t any time left. In a minute or so Patty would wet her panties. He couldn’t let that happen to her. I’ll have to squat by the truck and pee there.” Try and old on just a minute and you have to take down your shorts and panties to squat any way, so do that. I’ll be back right away.” He darted out of the truck and opened his tool kit in the back, got a small funnel and a light that plugs into the power outlet in the truck. He was back in no time, but Patty was still sobbing. “I couldn’t help it. I peed some more in my panties when you had to take your hand away!” she cried. “Quick, turn to face me and sit on the front edge of the seat,” Jason ordered. He turned the light on and set it on the floor under her so he could easily see her pussy. He quickly reached back and got the Gatorade bottle which they had emptied on the highway where Jason had used it. The funnel was fairly clear plastic and about the size and shape of a coffee mug. He used it occasionally to add lubricating oil to some his tools or to add power steering fluid to vehicles. It worked well for that because it had a long discharge hose for reaching into spots that were hard to access. Today its disadvantages were that it only held a cup of liquid and the diameter of the discharge hose was quite small. Jason put the funnel hose into the Gatorade bottle and was going to slip it into place under Patty’s pussy when she saw it for the first time. “What? I’m going to have to pee into that?? It will be over flowing in no time! I can’t aim my pee like you can. It’ll go all over the place!!” she complained bitterly. “Don’t worry about any of that, Patty,” he reassured her soothingly. “I will look after all of that. All you have to do is pee, but you’ll have to stop when the funnel gets full, but then you can let it go again in a few seconds. Jason wasn’t sure which direction her pee would go, but he knew there would be a lot of pressure because she was holding so much. He quickly held the bottle with the funnel on top up against her bum at the back of the funnel and her legs on the sides and tilted down slightly in front so he could see her stream. Luckily she had opened her legs fairly wide. “Hurry, Jason, It’s coming again, I can’t hold it!!” “It’s OK, Patty, you can pee now,” he told her. A forced stream immediately spurted into the funnel. Jason had guessed at just the right position for the funnel. He knew it would fill up fast, but it only took 3 or 4 seconds for it to get to half full so he told her she’d have to stop right away. He could feel her legs get tense. He felt a little panicky . He hadn’t thought of what would happen if she tried to cross her legs to get it stopped. “Just try and stop, Patty, but you can’t cross your legs or even try to squeeze them together,” he cautioned. “I’m gushing! I can’t get it to stop!” she cried. “Just try your best, Patty,” he said encouragingly. He was already slipping his strong fingers under her, between her pussy and the funnel. He did it lightning fast. Her effort to stop had helped a bit, and with his hand covering her whole pussy, they got it mostly stopped but in the instant while he slid his hand under her a little bit of her pee sprayed between her bum crack and the top of the funnel and by her legs, too. Patty was sitting sideways on the edge of her seat and steadying herself with one hand on the seat back and the other on the dashboard. Now she had both fists clenched tight, her back was arched and her head bowed and teeth clenched, giving it a supreme effort to hold her pee stopped. Jason watched Patty’s pee drain from the funnel. “Ok, you can go again,” he said. He withdrew his hand and immediately she gushed again into the funnel... Jason quickly did some figuring. He thought the funnel, right full, would hold as much as a coffee mug, maybe 250 ml, but he had to hold it in a tipped position so that he could see her stream and then he didn’t want to let her overflow it so he thought she had gone about 200ml the first time, another 200ml, plus he remembered she hadn’t been able to help going a little bit in her shorts while he had been holding her, and another bit after he had taken his hand away. Maybe at least another 100 ml of those accidental leaks. Probably after filling the funnel this time she would have gone around 500ml. They would have to fill the funnel at least a third time and maybe even a fourth. He was just guessing.
They filled the funnel a third time using the same process, and Jason noticed that the force of her stream was quite a bit less than at first, in fact she had been able to stop her flow by herself this time. “How are you doing, Kiddo,” he asked, trying to sound upbeat. “Lot’s better, Jason, and thanks for helping me and being so nice to me and so understanding!” she said complimenting him. “I was thrilled to help,’ he answered. Do you want to do another one, or will that be good? “I think I’ll be fine now. I so wish that I had got you to stop on the other highway so I could have squatted and peed on the side of the road. None of this would have happened, but I didn’t want to admit that I couldn’t wait. Besides I just couldn’t believe that I couldn’t hold it until we got here to the truck stop. I might have made it, too, if it hadn’t been for those silly kids!!” She explained. What is it, another hour to the city from here?” she asked. “I’ll drive faster than I usually do, so 45 min to my place, plus you live down by the university, right? So…..depending on the traffic, should be light by now, maybe another 25 minutes to your place.” Let’s empty the bottle on the parking lot and clean up a bit and we’ll be on our way. Do you know what? I could sure use another pee already. Do you want to aim me into the bottle again, or I could go and see if the lineup to the men’s is shorter by now. He said. “I’d like to aim you into the bottle. Besides it will save time.” Said Patty. They had it down almost to a science by now, so they quickly let Jason go in the bottle again. With all the trauma of helping Patty go into the funnel and everything, Jason had forgotten what a beautiful girl she was and his dick had shrunken to less than half the size it had been earlier when she had been playing with it. Now it was easy to aim it into the bottle but it was still slightly too big to fit into the top of the bottle. Patty was spellbound and she held his dick as he went into the bottle, at how quickly it grew in size and length and how fast it got rock hard and stiff right while she was aiming him. She loved everything about his dick.
Now out on the freeway, Jason speeded up to 120 and Patty said she should call her sister. She still hadn’t pulled up her panties and shorts, so when she got up on her knees to reach back and get her cell phone, Jason reached over and slipped his fingers between her legs and slid them up to her pussy. The tops of her thighs and her pussy still felt a bit damp. He asked her if she thought her shorts had a wet spot in them, and she answered: “Oh, I hope not. I’ll check right away.” As soon as she had her phone and was back in the seat, she reached down and slipped her panties and shorts right off and held them up. She was shocked. There was quite a large wet patch and the green color seemed to make it very conspicuous. Jason was surprised too, but he remembered that she had peed a bit in them twice. “What will I do? I can’t wear these home.” She complained. “Here, hang your panties on the signal light lever and see if you can hang your shorts on something else.” He advised. Patty felt a little self-conscious because she was sitting there with nothing on from her waist down. Jason’s draw string was still untied from before, so he wriggled around and got his trunks low enough that he could move his stiff dick so that it was peeking out over the waistband. He took her hand and placed it on his now uncovered cherry. Patty was regaining her composure now after her episode and smiled at him warmly and pushed her hand down inside his trucks so she could explore its whole length again. Jason reached over and placed his fingers between her legs. Her legs were apart so he slid his fingers up next to her pussy. She was still sitting on the folded up towel, so she squirmed around and got it out from under her bum, partly unfolded it and left it lying across her lap, covering up Jason’s hand. She felt thrilled. They sat there in silence for a minute or two, playing with each other. Finally Jason piped up: “Patty, I hope you won’t be upset with me, but I have a huge favor to ask of you for when we get back to your apartment. I was hoping that if you have to go again when we get there, that you will let me take all your clothes off and you can take mine off. Then we could stand in your shower together with you facing me. I would hold you close and slip my dick between your gorgeous legs, right up tight to your pussy and you could let your hot pee run all over my dick and balls and down our legs. What do you think?” “What? You want me to pee all over you?” she was shocked, but in a few seconds the picture started forming her mind. “Well…..uh, maybe, uh, yes, yes I think maybe we could do that, but no sex. We aren’t doing sex, OK? Yes, let’s. Now that I think about it I really like the idea. If you have to go as well maybe I could aim you all over the shower. Jason, you are something else. You have treated me like a princess all day and I’ve just had the most super time except for almost wetting my pants back at the truck stop, but that was my own fault.” “I’ve had the best day of my life for sure,” Jason added. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve had as a friend. I love your smile, your silky smooth, soft legs and your rich, full, pussy, especially. I haven’t seen your boobs, but I’m sure they are gorgeous, too.
Patty called her sister. “Where are you guys? I thought you’d call quite a while ago?” Dawn questioned, sounding a bit put out. “I know. This trip seems to be taking forever. We stopped just a short distance from the beach and Jason helped a woman change the tire on her car. Then by the time we got to the truck stop at the junction we both were busting so bad we could hardly keep from wetting ourselves. There were tour buses there and the lineups were so long, I thought we’d never get to the toilets. But now we are nearly back to the city.” “Wow, how badly did you have to go? Were you able to able to keep your panties dry, at least?” Dawn probed. “That was the worst I’ve ever had to go, yes I was able to keep my panties dry,” Patty lied. She looked over at Jason and he was rolling his eyes, but then winked at her and smiled. She smiled back and gave his cherry a gentle squeeze. “I’ll call you tomorrow, sis, bye,” she signed off. “Are your shorts dry yet?” Jason teased. “No.” she answered, laughing.
“How much farther is it?” Patty asked. “It’s probably only 15 minutes to my exit and then another 20 to 30 minutes to your place,” Jason said. Jason had noticed that since she had finished her call to Dawn that she was becoming a little restless like before. She hadn’t been jiggling or anything obvious, but he was getting to know by the little squirming and slight changing of positions that she was probably having to go again. His dick got a bit stiffer. She would for sure be holding back lots of pee by the time they got to her place. That would be good for the favor she was going to do for him. “There’s the first traffic light. Two more after that is my exit and then we’ll be on our way to your apartment.” Jason announced. “Oh, that’s the best news!” she said. She was quiet for a minute or two. “Jason, I hope you won’t be upset with me, but I just really have to go again. I can’t believe it.” “How bad do you think it is, Patty? I don’t care how many times you have to go, I could never be upset with you for that,” he reassured her. Jason had tightened his grip on her pussy while she was still talking to Dawn because he had thought he could sense her squirming a little. She sounded dejected. “It’s really getting bad again. If it weren’t that you were holding me I would have to be jiggling and squirming like before. There is no way I can wait until we get to my place. Can we please stop in at your place so I can finally have a proper pee?” “Sure, we can do that. One more traffic light and then it’s my exit and then just 3 or 4 more minutes and we’ll be there. I am on the 5th floor, so a little elevator ride and we’ll be there. You may as well put your panties and shorts back on.” “Maybe I’ll leave my panties here and just put my shorts back on. I won’t even button them up.” She held her shorts up and they were both a bit shocked that they were not quite dry and you could easily see that they had been wet above where her pubic hair would have ended. Patty had withdrawn her hand from inside his trunks so she could deal with her shorts, and right away Jason became aware that he had to go again as well. What a pair. It was quite unbelievable. Are you ready, Patty?” he asked. I’m going to take my hand away,” he warned. “OK, but I wish you didn’t have to, but I know I have to get these shorts back on.”
He pulled his hand away. “Oh, do I ever have to go again. I’m so glad we can stop soon. “Sssss, ooooh, oh, my, do I ever have to go. I can’t wait much longer.” She was breathing in and out through her clenched teeth. Jason’s heart was pounding because he knew by her voice that she was desperate and might soon be frantic for a toilet.
Jason wheeled into his underground parking spot. “We’re here, sweetie,” He exclaimed, trying to lift her spirits. They opened their doors and got out. Both were stiff from sitting so long. Patty wound the towel around herself and followed Jason. She had noticed that when he came around to her side of the truck he was holding himself. She wasn’t surprised and wished she could be holding him. In the basement vestibule, Jason held himself briefly as he pushed the “UP” button. They had to wait about 30 seconds for the doors to open. Patty seemed to be beside herself. She could not stop moving. She was running on the spot, and even when she bent over double she kept on running. “Ssssss, oooohh, ssssss, oooooh, I hope nobody else is in the elevator because I hope you will help me hold it while we ride up.” She whimpered. The elevator opened and to their great relief, they were alone. “Quick, help me Jason! Ssssss, oooohh, sssss, oooh, oh, no, I’m starting to go, oh, oh, squeeze me tighter, please!” she cried. Jason let go of his throbbing dick, put one arm around Patty to support her and forcing his other hand between her legs tried to get it up to her pussy. She quickly relaxed her legs to give him space to get his hand in position. He was just beginning to squeeze her when he felt a flood of hot pee gush into his hand. At her order he squeeze really tight. “Can you get it stopped, sweetie?” he asked. “I’m trying to,” she sobbed, as she did a really high leg lift and crossed her lifted leg over the other one and squeezed hard, nearly crushing Jason’s fingers. Her gush had run through Jason’s fingers, down her legs to her feet and a lot of drops fell on the elevator floor, but now with her supreme effort they were able to get it stopped.
At the 5th floor the elevator opened, they peered out, saw no one so they ran as hard as they could down the hall, Jason had a coded lock, which he opened. He locked it behind them. He ran down the hall undressing as he went. “Here, Patty.” And they ran into his bathroom. “Let’s do that favor now, Patty.” “ I will if I can,” she answered. “I’m sure it’ll work,” said Jason. “Here I’ll hold your pussy while you take off your top and bra.” He held himself with one hand, and her pussy with the other. He was taken aback with the beauty of her boobs as they seemed to roll out of her bra. “I’ll keep holding you while you slip your shorts down over your bum, then you slip your hand under mine and hold yourself while I take your shorts right off. Her shorts were wet right up to the waist band now, but after that momentary gush she was still desperate but at least not as frantic as she had been. “Let’s hurry,” she pleaded, “It’s going to start again right away!” He grabbed her bare pussy and following right close behind her they stepped into the shower. He turned her to face him and he wrapped his arms around her, drew her close, kissed her forehead, nibbled her ears and the ended with a long kiss on her lips. She had been jiggling the whole time so he slipped his dick between her legs and she reached around her bum and under her bum and pulled his dick as far as it could reach. “Ssss, ooooh, I can’t hold it another second!” She relaxed all her bladder muscles and her pee gushed out all over Jason’s dick, over his balls and down their legs. She peed and peed. Jason wondered how much she had been holding. Whatever it was, it was a LOT. When it stopped flowing, Jason felt the tenseness leave her body and she momentarily rested her head on his chest. He pulled his dick out from between her legs and he held it for a moment. “Do you want to aim me?” he asked. “Yes, of course.” And right away she took it out of his hand and as she waved it around and up and down, his stream seemed to be going everywhere. Soon his stream stopped. “How much do you think you were holding, Jason?” she asked. “Not as much as you were, that’s for sure. I think we should have let you pee more into the bottle at the truck stop. You couldn’t have been nearly finished.” He answered.
Jason turned the shower head down and to one corner so that it wouldn’t spray Patty’s hair and turned the water on. They stood holding hands in the other corner until the water turned warm. Then he grabbed a bottle of body soap and poured a liberal amount over her boobs and back and over his belly. He turned the shower head to the center of the shower but as straight down as possible. He turned her so that her back was to him and he spread the soap all over her. Over and under her boobs, over her tummy, pussy and her silky smooth legs. While he was doing that, she reached behind her back because she could feel his stiff dick poking her back. She grabbed his slippery dick and slipped it between her legs and as far as it could reach toward her pussy. Patty was as tall as Jason, so he only had to bend his knees slightly for his dick to fit perfectly between her legs. She was already running her fingers up and down his dick from his balls right to the tip. Suddenly Jason started breathing heavily and thrusting his dick band forth under her pussy. Patty realized he must be close to cumming so she tightened her grip very slightly and quickened her motion. In a minute Jason was gasping for breath. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, sweetie. He gasped.
When they finished their shower, Jason grabbed a towel and dried her whole body and then she dried him. He picked her up in his arms, carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on his bed. He crawled on beside her. “Remember, we aren’t having sex, right,” she warned. “Right, but you already helped me cum. Now I want to help you. Let’s try this.” He put a few small drops of hand lotion on the middle of the third finger of his left hand, reached down and slipped his finger between her gorgeous, rich, lush, labia and over her clitoris. He stopped there and moved his finger back and forth gently. She gasped a little bit. It had felt absolutely heavenly and she wanted him to keep on. He slipped his right arm under her neck and drew her to him. He was on his right side and he leaned toward her, rubbing her dainty eyebrows with his nose, and rubbing her nose. He nibbled her ear closest to him then leaned farther over and at the same time drew her close and she co-operated nicely by rolling a bit toward him so he could nibble her other ear. He kissed her neck and cheek in a couple of places, and then right on her lips. As she had rolled toward him for their kiss she had reached down with both hands and held his entire dick from in front of his balls right to the tip of his cherry. Her heart was pounding and as she held his dick and played with it he rubbed her clit a little harder and faster, she was beginning to gasp for breath and he went back to kissing her lips aggressively. Suddenly she was thrusting her pelvis up and down and gasping for breath. She had just had a fabulous orgasm. They lay resting for 10 minutes and he gave her another wonderful orgasm
The next day in class, she was a write off. She couldn’t think of anything other than the fun time she had had with Jason. Her mind wandered continually, thinking of his big bulge and how stiff and hard his dick was. She really liked him. She didn’t care that she had wet herself in Jason’s elevator. Quite a few drops went on the floor. It wasn’t as though she had soaked it. They had agreed that her accident would be their secret and no one else would ever hear about it. Jason seemed to like her. She had promised him on the way to her apartment that the next time they were together she would prove to him that she wasn’t a wimp and that she could almost always hold it for hours without having to hold herself. Jason had assured her that he would not change the slightest little detail of their day and that he had lots of other favors to ask of her.
She told him she could not wait to do his favors! She might have some for him to do too! |
This is a story written long long ago, at a time far, far away... a continuation the "Classics" series where I go back ~20 years or so and repost some of the "classics" from sites no longer with us, such as Thomas' Water Resources, etc... The stories are often attached in plaintext/markdown format if that would be helpful to anyone. If anyone has requests, please let me know. Female desperation, wetting, accidents are my thing so all stories will likely be along such lines.
If you'd like to see the entire collection: https://www.omorashi.org/tags/classics/
This week's choice reading is brought to us thanks to Anna M. about her experiences training her own bladder. This was originally posted on Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site.
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Training Myself to Hold by Anna M.
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Hello, my name is Anna. I'm 24, blonde; slim, neither tall nor short. If you've read my other story, you know I pride myself on my good bladder control. I'm one of those girls who never seems to pee... I usually leave all my pee for when I get home.
But I wasn't always like that... back when I was in college my bladder wasn't all that strong and didn't have that much capacity. I guess I was just 'normal' 🙂 Anyway, one day I arrived late for a test, didn't pee first, got desperate, you get the picture (I'll tell it in some other story), and ended up failing the course because I had to leave the test early to pee so I didn't answer all the questions.
I was so mad at myself that day that I decided to set a firm goal for myself: I will train my bladder to be a more resistant. The next day I planned to carry out the first of the many training exercises I would devise...
I woke up needing to pee quite badly; as I peed I started to think what today's exercise should be. One day the exercise will be to skip this delicious morning pee I promised myself, but not today -- it was too good.
So ok, I decided that pee would be all I'd have until I returned to the dorm after lunch. It was 6 in the morning, so it would a good six hours until I came back. I'd skip my usual pee between the morning classes and would not pee before lunch as I normally would. And I promised myself I wouldn't rush anything, I'd behave normally - calmly return to the dorm, change clothes, take out the trash and then pee.
Well, after the first class I had to pee but of course, not bad. But here's the thing: I forgot about my commitment and went to the ladies' out of habit and only remembered after I'd started peeing. I cursed at myself and considered cutting off my pee right there. (I had peed, like, half of it by the time I remembered) and compensated by drinking a lot of water... but stopping a pee was too much of a torture so I peed until the last drop -- and promised myself that one day the challenge would be to stop a good pee midway through. 🙂
Anyhow, the next day I tried to do the same thing. I had my morning pee and decided not to pee until I returned, but I had an idea... after putting my panties on, I cut a little strip of sticky tape and stuck it vertically, starting at the front of my panties (they were old so I didn't care if the fabric got damaged) and going all the way to just below my bellybutton. That way, the panties would not be able to come off (I and would not be able to pee) without tearing the tape. The tape would symbolize my "no pee" commitment. I would be reminded of the exercise if I tried to pee, and I would, of course, be reluctant to tear it.
During my first class I drank a Snapple. (Knowing full well I was playing with danger since none of the Snapple was going to be able to come out any time soon)
After the first class (that was maybe two hours and a half after I left the dorm), I had a slight need to pee but I remembered I had the tape on so I knew there should be no peeing. I did go to the ladies' to wash hands, rearrange my hair and such.
In the middle of the second class however I felt my bladder starting to complain that I hadn't peed at break. By the end of class I would definitely have gone to the bathroom in ordinary circumstances, but again, I remembered that I should honour the tape and walked right past the tempting bathroom and made my way to the cafeteria. That must have been about five hours after I left the dorm.
I noticed that I was walking unusually fast... I reprimanded myself and started walking even slower than typical, to compensate for the rush. After all, rushing to get back to the dorm qualified as cheating on the pee-exercise.
I arrived at the cafeteria. I'd have a quiet lunch now and then calmly stroll back to the dorms and there I would calmly change clothes, take out the trash and only then would I allow myself to tear the tape and pee.
However, things never seem to turn out the way you expect now, do they? As I was walking into the cafeteria, I heard one of my friends, Ashley, calling me from her car as she was just driving by. There were two other friends of mine in the car and they seemed to be going somewhere.
"We're going to the Mall, we'll have lunch there and hang out a while. Come on over!" Ashley said.
"Yeah, c'mon, get a break from that cafeteria food." another friend insisted.
For a moment I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go but at the same time I wanted to finish that pee exercise since I'd already sacrificed two pee breaks and wasn't about to give up now. I figured what the hell and just got in the car.
New plan. I will pee as soon as we get to the mall and leave the exercise for another day.
We caught some traffic and made it to the mall in half an hour. My bladder was already pretty angry at me. I reminded myself of the plan.
Must look for the bathroom, first thing.
We went into the mall and started strolling around, and I of course was on the look out for bathroom signs. By the time we ran across a bathroom, I was feeling quite impatient. I excused myself and went in, found a free stall and closed it shut. After putting the seat protector sheet on, I took my belt off. I felt a wave of need as my bladder anticipated the relief. I unbuttoned my skirt and felt even more need.
As I pulled down the skirt I saw the tape going from the front part of my panties to just below my bellybutton. It was there, intact, a safeguard against cheating on the exercise. I was going to have to tear it off to get my panties down and pee.
As I started peeling it off, I stopped myself and I realized that violating the tape now, in the mall, would be a really sad way to break the promise I had made only to tear the tape back in the dorm.
I stood there, legs tightly together, hands on the tape ready to rip it off, bladder complaining, feeling waves of need...
Darn I was soooo close to a toilet.
The temptation was terrible. I had seven hours worth of pee behind that little tape. I definitely regretted drinking that Snapple. But my commitment won. I reluctantly pulled my skirt back up and buttoned it, then put the belt back on and walked out.
As I left the bathroom I felt... well, on the one hand I felt a pretty insistent need to pee urging me to get back there and finish the job. On the other hand I felt so proud of myself, to be walking out of the bathroom with the tape still 100% intact, having resisted to the temptation even as I was there - face to face with the toilet holding a pretty respectable amount of pee...
I took a deep breath.
I can do this. I promised. No peeing until I get back to my dorm. I must honour the tape. That's final.
We went to the food court and ate... I had a can of Coke as usual. I must confess that I considered not ordering anything to drink due to the situation, but that would be cheating.
We ate and stayed there talking for a while. When we got up from the table I felt a VERY pressing need to pee... I had to use a LOT of willpower to keep it in as another wave of need hit me. It was about 2:30pm... well, my last pee having been at 6am, that made... wow- eight hours and a half. Plus a Snapple in the morning and a Coke, none of which were, of course, allowed to come out.
After the wave passed I continued to feel full... but it was more bearable. I was having trouble staying still of course, so I kept pacing and hopping.
*I hope no one notices. Damn, I need to pee pretty badly. *
As we were walking out we passed the bathroom again. I imagined the car ride would take another half an hour, and my bladder was already pretty full, so I decided to give up and go pee! I went in really quickly and got into a stall, took the belt off while hoping to contain another sudden wave of need. Oh, the toilet was so close yet again and I had now almost 9 hours worth of pee. I took my skirt off and again saw the tape there, intact, the guardian....
I cursed at it as I tried to peel it but then... well again I had second thoughts.
Quitting, me? I'm not a quitter. If I rip of this tape now I'll be quitting. No, the tape stays.
I took a deep breath and pulled my skirt back on, then had to hop a little bit to hold the pee inside as it was protesting the sudden change of plans and went out of the bathroom with a really full bladder.
Try that sometime, walking out of a bathroom with a full bladder. It's pretty bad. I was even prouder walking out of the bathroom this time, since my urge to pee was really serious now, it wasn't just 'I want to pee' but rather more like 'I HAVE to pee, I NEED it.' Yet again, I had resisted.
We drove back to the dorm and hit more traffic. I kept my legs crossed the entire way and even had to shift in my seat a couple times. Damn, I had the worst need to pee in my life (that is, not including controlled circumstances like ultrasound scans -- on those I had been in worse need to pee than I was now). My friends decided to stop by a gas station to fill up (hey!) and buy snacks, and that took some time. I was almost shouting at everybody.
Damn, more traffic. What a bad time for roadwork.
We finally got back to the dorm and I rushed to my room - violating the rule about not rushing.
As I got to my dorm I rushed into the bathroom, almost tore my skirt off and then started to peel the tape as I did a pee-dance and hopped on one foot.
Just a few seconds, just a few more seconds!!!! You can wait that long.
3:30pm and I hadn't peed since I had woken up. Then I remembered that part of the deal was that I had to change and take out the trash before peeing. Once more I battled the temptation to just pee right there but resisted and went out of the bathroom almost dying of need.
It was the most awkward change of clothes in my life; I almost tripped over my pants (good thing I didn't fall, otherwise there'd be pee all over the floor) and had trouble finding the armholes of my sweater. All the while hopping and dancing...
I almost pissed all over myself as I leaned down to pick up the trash, ran like mad to the trash chute, came back and made a bee-line for the bathroom, only to find it... LOCKED! My roommate had just arrived while I was out dumping the trash and was taking a shower.
I banged on the door!
"Charlize, I NEED TO PEE!" I shouted, but she didn't hear it. "What?" "If I don't pee I'll explode!!! Hurry up!!"
To which she answered, "Go to the bathroom in the hallway, I'll be a few minutes here still."
I confess that I almost rushed to the hallway bathroom... but... that would not fulfill the promise exactly. I had already waited ten hours (!), I just kept on dancing and hopping and grabbing my crotch as I tried to hold back. When I felt about to give up I peeked inside my skirt to see the tape and seeing it there, intact as promised, encouraged me to hold on.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon...
When she came out I darted to the toilet, took off my skirt and finally and with a huge smile, I tore away the tape and pulled my panties down. I was barely done doing that when the pee started to gush out like a waterfall and I almost missed the bowl...
Ahhhh...hhhh...hhhh...hhhh.
I almost had an orgasm from the feeling of PEEEEING, finally, after more than nine hours!!!!! If someone held a gun to my head and told me to stop peeing, I wouldn't care; I'd just continue that most delicious fantastic pee I ever had!!!
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“Thanks Lucy,” in a humbled voice, she sipped the last of the water and soon escorted back to the bedroom.
This is idiotic, she isn’t a little kid, she’s a freshman in high school and she still acts like a little baby from her own dumb ghost story, thought Lucy.
“Whatever”, as she turns away from the door, “Wait, where’re you going?” Jasmine frowned, projecting her worries onto Lucy.
“Straight to hell,” and never looked back with the door shut. Across the hall is the sole bathroom in the house. She used her shoulder to tackle the door nonchalantly, however was pushed back. As she winced in pain, she wondered who was inside, she never did look back into the bedroom. She tapped on the door, to make up for what racket she made a moment ago. No response, maybe a stuck door? She fiddled with the knob, lifted the door, but that wall of wood did not nudge. Completely dumbfounded, she turned back to the bedroom and planned to sleep through the rest of the night and ask Daisy or her parents about it in the morning. Daisy and Jasmine were asleep with plenty of room at the side of the bed for her. Lucy slipped into her place to drift off.
How long has it been? Under the blanket and pink pajama dress, silky furred thighs rubbed one another feverishly. Lucy looked to her right in envy. They looked so peaceful in their dreams while she was one wrong move to incontinence. Stupid soda, stupid Jasmine, stupid door, she thought to herself. All she could do was curse whatever was stopping her from pissing at that moment. Despite not wanting to awaken anyone, her nonstop figgity jig didn't give her much choice. Jasmine rolled over to face the trembling cat, but her eyes did not open. Disturbing Daisy was tempting, however, she didn’t want to be hasty, maybe it was Daisy’s mom or dad and they were shy. With that in mind, she decided to get up and check on the door one more time before asking for help. She cautiously lifted herself, holding on to her groin for dear life to not spill on Daisy’s belongings.
Tip-toeing across the hall, she approached the door again wishing that it somehow fixed itself or else the front yard gets watered, if she could make it there. With half hopes of working, she turned the knob one more time, only to hear the clatter of the lock mechanism. The annoyed cat banged the door with her fist and sighed as that was the only way to relieve her of this burden. As she marched away, the door rattled violently. Her head swiveled at the noise and would take a step back if her legs weren’t crossed. Lucy’s eyes were as big as the volume of the clanking. Other than thinking about what could be causing this chaos, the thought of it awaking someone else in the house occurred. Maybe that would be a good thing. All alone in the middle of the night when a cacophony erupts right behind you, was this really happening? Even with a deaf ear, pain seeped into her earlobe, causing one hand to go from her screaming bladder to her droning ear.
Lost in the nightmare, she bolted her eyes shut, keeping her tears hidden away. Her fragile mind still holding on, she prayed to herself that this would end, begging for it to be over.
“Lucy!” A soft spoken voice overcame the wailing bangs, silencing the roars as sudden as they came. The cat gradually unlocked her eyes and surveyed the hallway. The bedroom door was still shut but the bathroom was ajar. Did someone come in, or did they just leave? Trepidant, she inched forward with her thoughts and bladder being the iron ball shackling her. Once again at the door, there was no way for it to be stuck finally, she was mere steps away. She knew this all too well as her legs bent down, a curtsy to counter the latest rush of pee that couldn’t wait for release. Clutching on, not wanting to mess up so close to the goal, she heads right in using her shoulder to nudge the door open.
Barely even noticing, her face smushed right into a body, bouncing herself back. The recoil of the blow nearly lost control of her footing, but her inner thigh felt the first taste of dampness. Looking up at the other side of the room hosted a peculiar sight, a cat glared at the opened way with icy blue eyes and a crooked frown with matching eyebrows. As if the white fur in front of her was see through, the toilet beckoned for Lucy’s attention. Being ignored, the being mimicked the pose of Lucy as if she was looking at the mirror to her left. If she wasn’t in such a terrible predicament, this copycat would be eating a double decker. Lucy contorted her face in an attempt to scowl at this bitch while under the pressure of peeing. The witch did not deter, but suddenly froze. It’s eyes shrank to the size of pebbles and launched itself back at the toilet, causing waves to crash onto the porcelain and emitted an other worldly moan. Fighting fire with fire, the remaining patience she had was on the wire. The sounds were too much to bear and she wanted to join in so bad. With the last amount of strength to stop the floodgates, Lucy twisted her behind onto the sink beside her. An astounding thud was soon followed by the hissing currents blasting inches from the shallow bowl. Right as the torrent started, she swiped the loose dress, preventing any damage.
Like the form beside her, she dropped all acts of grace and shame and turned them into pure bliss, losing control of both sets of lips peeing and moaning. Her tail laid along the free space next to her and slammed against the wall in joy. This would almost be considered an accident as the ricochet of pee was hitting her ass, but she hardly had the power nor care to adjust her stance. Nothing else could be as enjo….
“Lucy!” Two shocked women stood in bewilderment at what they were witnessing. She turned her head at the door that was never closed and her blue eyes were sure to be red if she could look behind her. Daisy and Jasmine were at a loss of what to do except that Lucy used her hanging leg to kick the door shut. As the moment passed, so did what remained the contents of her bladder, the spurts fizzled out to mere drops. Leaping down from the counter top, she could still feel the wetness between her legs and saw no one else in sight. The toilet was vacant with no sign of use. As she approached it, she grabbed the loose roll and tore a sizable amount to clean herself dry. Looking back at herself with the mirror, her cheeks were pink and felt moist. She wished she could take a shower at that moment and focus on what the hell happened and calm down some more, but a knock on the door alerted her to move on.
She had no clue what the two on the other side were thinking about. Jasmine rushed passed as Lucy entered the hallway leaving only Daisy to confide to.
“So is this some exhibition work at play or…”
“No no!” Lucy shook her head. She was taking a few steps away when Jasmine goes, ”Daisy, please don’t leave! I’ll be done soon!”
As they awkwardly waited in silence for Jasmine to finish. “When you put her back into bed I’ll explain.”
A nod in agreement, the following events went as planned despite Jasmine looking at Lucy without any subtlety of disapproval. While the scenario was practically insane, Lucy decided to tell Daisy the entire spiel as they have been friends for years and she couldn’t just keep that all in her mind. She listened intently, but her face screamed skeptical of the ordeal. A deafening ruckus in the middle of the night despite no one waking up and then a mimic in the bathroom. It was a lot to take in.
“Y’know, despite looking all tough, you’re still a lil softie,” and proceeds to hug her. It was tempting to bop her on the head for that, but Lucy’s arms returned the same gesture as Daisy, “Shut up.” |
Another odd sequel in the cannon or whatever it is I've made up, we're kind of jumping around in time so don't pay too much attention to continuity errors, just relax and go with the flow (bad pun i know)
A loud splashing sound filled the small bathroom as I began releasing my very full bladder into the toilet in front of me. About ten seconds passed and I was just about to let my shoulders slump in relief when all of a sudden I heard the command "Alright, that's enough, stop peeing." Lara spoke in an authoritative tone as she stood there, arms folded across her chest watching my gushing member. "Hrngh" I grunted as I summoned up all my willpower and muscle control and managed to stem the flow to just a couple drips. "Hah... hah... how's that?" I asked through strained breaths, my bladder was protesting the stop in relief but I held firm. "Hmmm" she hummed still keeping her eyes trained on my penis, she looked up to meet my gaze and finally said "Now you're getting the hang of it." With a mischievous smirk. "Ok, go ahead and start again." Without hesitating i began to blast the water in front of me even harder this time with a jet of urine. "Stop." She commanded. I strained again and halted the flow. "Ugh, come on that was barely a second." I complained. "I know, but this is the only way to train your bladder to get used to stopping and starting at will." She knelt down until she was eye level with my lower half. I stared down at her, her ample cleavage was very much on display in her small white tank top. She reached out a hand and lightly took my dick into her hand and said "It's all going according to plan, you may resume." While I was slightly stiffening feeling her handle me it did not impede the stream that desperately wanted out of me. She aimed me around to a fro, listening to the changes in pitch where urine met water. I noticed she started aiming closer and closer to the edge, but just before she could angle it so I would be missing the toilet altogether I stopped once again. "Your reactions are getting quite good." She said as she boldly aimed my dick right at her face. I clenched hard to prevent even a drop from slipping out. "Be careful," I commented "You're playing with fire there." She smiled, "Am I? I suppose you're right, well I'm not really in need of a shower soooo." She gently aimed me back in range of the toilet and I finally got back to pissing a river. She stood up and wandered behind me, pressing herself into my back as she put her arms around me. "My but you can PEE when you have to." She remarked. She wasn't kidding, I'd been holding this all day. She squeezed my midsection and felt my bladder still about half full, the pressure she was exerting caused my stream to pick up just a bit. "Hold it." She said softly. I stopped. "Release, hold it, release." She alternated and with each command i was able to start and stop until finally she let me finish in peace. "All done?" She asked. "Good, this was the best performance yet, you're ready."
We had hatched a plan a few weeks ago after Lara told me the story of how she learned the start and stop technique and I was intrigued after seeing her demonstrate her control. Never before in my life had I worried about stopping a pee, I never had to worry since I'd always managed to hold it until I could let the whole thing go at once. Anyway I told Lara about how I met Sara and what we got up to most nights at the track. How I'd sneak under the bleachers to take a leak and Sara would wait till I was done before adding her own supply to the puddle. Sometimes a little more... urgently than others. I saw a spark in her eyes as she realized this could be a perfect chance at revenge on her younger sister. And so the training began, every couple nights whenever Sara had the late shift I'd come over to the Waters household. (what? I never established a last name before? It's Sara and Lara Waters, yes boo all you want) Once I gotten there, still holding a very full bladder Lara and I would go to her bathroom and she would coach me on her technique. The plan would be to see what would happen to poor Sara if right when she thought she was about to get relief after a long day it was abruptly snatched away from her? She'd had her fun teasing both Lara and I, now we'd get to see it from the other side.
The first couple nights were the hardest as no matter what she did i had a terrible time stopping my stream once it got going. The second night she tried to surprise me by pulling up her shirt letting her two generous breasts fall down, but having an erection never stopped me before as I stared wide eyed at the display, still peeing just as forcefully. The third night she tried going before me, making me watch as she sat on the toilet, legs slightly open pouring her pee out as I squirmed. "Clench." She stated and her stream slowed to a few drops, pausing for a few seconds. "And release." She announced as she began to go again. "See how i don't even have to cross my legs?" She said, opening her legs wider, giving me a better view of her still going pussy as she stopped again. Finally the fourth night we had a breakthrough as I managed to stem a flow, but only for a few seconds and only twice in a stream. The fifth and sixth nights came and went and little by little I continued to improve. The eighth night was a bit of a debacle, having grown confident in my abilities she started to play around a bit more, she was really getting into controlling another person's bladder it seemed, anyway during a break in the stream she knelt down beside me and pointed my penis towards her, all of a sudden my hold crumbled and I began to spray her chest with hot urine, I apologized vehemently as I directed the pee back into the toilet but the damage was done. "Ugh, guess that's what I deserve, I was having a bit too much fun with this." She said stripping off her now soaked shirt. "Guess I'll need a shower before Sara gets home, but not that kind." She said now topless as I eyed her, unable to avert my gaze. "So are you a boob guy or..." she smiled folding her arms across her chest. "I think I can figure it out." She said, taking my free hand and putting it up to her glistening chest. I was pissing through a rock hard election at this point, I'm sure my whole body was as red as a beet. After that night the tenth and eleventh sessions improved further until the twelfth session that we opened the story with.
Next we waited till we knew Sara's favorite juice was on sale, she couldn't resist having a bottle or two during the day and she'd be full to bursting by the time she got to the track. The stars were aligned that weekend, Lara took off work early that particular evening so she could watch the whole thing unfold, she had found a spot before hand on the bleachers themselves that both hid her and gave her a birds eye view of the situation. I'd made sure to fill myself nicely just like any other time as I made my way under the bleachers. Also from the corner of my eye saw Sara sneak over to her usual spectator area, she fidgeted just a bit more than usual letting me know the stage was set as she anxiously awaited her turn.
"Oh I hope he's quick today, I've got to go real bad." Sara thought to herself "But I swear nothing turns me on more than watching that boy pee long and hard... that slight nervous glance he does as he looks around, carefully pulling his shorts down just enough to pull his penis out and let loose. The way he sighs and shivers all over when it's a really bad one, and I do love the feeling of letting it all out myself..." she shuddered, putting a hand down to hold herself. "Of course today it's hard to concentrate cause of this Olympic sized pool in my bladder!" She watched as the show started just like usual and after about 20 seconds the stream abruptly stopped. "Over already? Well I'm not going to compl-" her thought was interrupted as she started to emerge and the stream resumed even stronger. "Eep!" She thought surprised at this unexpected development, shyly and reluctantly she retreated and firmly stuffed her hand into her crotch. "The heck? He stopped right? I thought he was done, he's never-" again her train of thought was interrupted by a stop in the flow. She waited this time, then just as she started to move i let it go again, I wasn't even half done yet so I had plenty to play with. "Come on, this isn't funny, I gotta gooo..." she thought bouncing to herself in the brush. I let it go for another few seconds before I stopped again. This time I feigned fumbling with my shorts as she saw this opportunity to half walk-half run her way over to where I was. "Phew it's about time, one more second and-" she was cut off mid sentence as i watered the earth in front of me again.
"Oh? Sara? What's going on? Can't you see I'm still using the bathroom?" I said in a condescending unfamiliar even to myself tone. "I might be a bit yet, wait your turn."
She gazed in disbelief, watching my still going dick as she broke out into a full on pee dance. There was no hard and fast rule that only one of us could pee at a time, but it was a regulation Sara constructed for herself, a sort of mini challenge i think.
"Ohhh hurry... hurry hurry hurry..." she murmured to herself, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Hold on, I think..." I said stopping the stream, she looked eagerly and started undoing her pants. I resumed, "Oh sorry, false alarm, hah..." eyes watering she bounced in place holding her shorts up. I looked over watching her struggle with all she had to keep her pee bottled up when she stopped bouncing. She went wide eyed for a second as she looked down at her pants, it seemed time had run out for her as made one final push to waddle next to me, as she exposed her rear it was clear the flood had already started she gasped for air as she settled into a squat next to me, finally letting her taxed bladder drain i looked down to see her shorts were practically dripping with the initial piss she let fly and she was gushing like a hose next to me. After about 10 more seconds my own supply ran out and I tucked my member away. I looked down at Sara, her face flushed red with relief and embarrassment.
"Ah... hah... haahh..." she breathed letting her pee out as fast as it would pour onto the ground. "That was... incredible... I haven't wet myself like that since I was a kid. That's a pretty dirty trick Naka. What was that?" She said over her stream. "Oh nothing, just something I've been working on, just felt like teasing a bit, that's all."
She sighed, finally her stream came to an end. "Alright, you got me good, I'll remember this though." she said with a wink. "Jokes on you, it's your car i have to ride in with wet pants."
"I took some precautions already, isn't that right, Lara?" I said up to her, Sara went even more red at the realization her sister was there "Lara!? Why are you? When did? How?" Sara stammered trying to put her thoughts in order.
"Don't worry, I won't tell. " was all Lara said as she handed Sara a fresh change of pants, she was obviously enjoying this to no end.
"Both of you... I'LL REMEMBER THIS!" Shouted Sara as she swiftly changed her clothes. After that we all had a good laugh because I couldn't think of any other way to end this than with a cheesy 90s cartoon reference, continuity may change again, maybe this was all a dream... who can say... to be continued? Alright I'm done. |
I don't know if anybody else is watching the Netflix show, but it prompted me to write this little fanfic... hope you like 🙂
Terra tip-toed across the suite’s hardwood floors as not to wake anyone else. She had just got out of bed with a bursting bladder –just like every morning- but she’d always had been able to reach the bathroom before any of her friends did so far. Terra was holding on to her crotch through her white, floral-patterned piyamas like a little girl, sure that no one was able to see her anyway. Her sweaty feet patted across the floor and she opened the door to the bathroom, but today she wasn’t the first, apparently – Stella was in there, doing her hair.
“Oh, you have to go to the toilet?”, Stella asked in her usual judgmental way, “go ahead, the stall’s free.”
Terra blushed uncontrollably as she let go of her crotch, though she had to cross her legs. “Eh, no problem, I’ll wait,” she grinned as she closed the door to the bathroom again. Bloom must have heard something, because she rushed into the room with Terra. Bloom was wearing her usual sleep-gear (a grey top and matching pair of shorts), but she was pressing her thighs together tightly as well.
“Oh my god, is the bathroom occupied?”, Bloom asked with a panicked look on her face, “I really need to pee, can I go first?”
“Eh sure,” Terra said as she tried to look as relaxed as possible (and failing miserably at that), “I don’t really have to go that badly anyway.”
Musa suddenly appeared as well. “Terra, I’m an empath, remember,” she said as she picked at the long, white T-shirt she was wearing (it had a pink and blue 80s style shape on it, but was long enough to go down to her knees), “I can clearly feel you’re both almost peeing in your pants.”
“Yeah seriously, I need to go real bad,” Bloom said as she was dancing around nervously, “who’s in there? Is that Stella? She takes hours…”
Terra wiggled around as well as she tried to pull her piyama top down desperately. Bloom was clearly uncomfortable as well, as she bit her lip and jumped from one foot to the other. “Guys, you do know I can feel whatever you’re feeling,” Musa said with a bit of a whine, “and it makes me have to go even worse as well!”, and she bent over very slightly.
“I really can’t hold it any more,” Stella whined, “I’m going to have an accident in my pants if I don’t go real soon!”, and she put one of her hands down the front of her shorts to grab hold of her vagina tightly.
“No, don’t do that!”, Musa chimed, “if I sense that, I’m not going to be able to hold it either!”
Terra was nervously trying to keep her mind away from the other girls’ conversation and concentrate on her bladder problem, but she suddenly felt her pee hole opening and a warm jet of urine spraying into her piyama pants. At that same moment, Musa felt the same thing – only for her, it sprayed into her panties. Both girls grabbed hold of their crotch and bent over at the same time to stop more from coming out. Terra and Musa were both clenching their lips tight together, one through her piyama pants that felt warm and wet, the other through her T-shirt and panties that were also soiled. Terra and Musa exchanged a guilty look, as if both girls knew what had just happened to the other.
At that moment, Aisha also rushed into the room with a very worried look on her face.
“You’re not all waiting for the toilet, are you?”, she asked nervously, “I need to pee real bad!”
“We too!”, the others answered in unison, “and aren’t you a water fairy? You should be able to control that!”, Bloom added.
“Oh trust me,” Aisha said as her hands cramped up and she rubbed her thighs together, “I’m using all my powers not to piss all over myself right now!” Aisha was wearing a pastel purple onesie, and everyone doubted she’d get it off in time even if she made it to the bathroom.
Terra tightened every muscle in her body. She’d never had to pee this badly before in her life, and Musa could feel it. Musa looked at Terra with a terrified look on her face, but neither girl could help it. Terra felt herself losing control of her muscles alltogether… she grabbed hold of her crotch with both hands now, but it didn’t help at all, as an explosion seemed to erupt between her legs. Terra couldn’t possibly hold it in a second longer and she started peeing in her pants. First, she felt the warmth spread throughout her hand palms, but then it quickly ran down her legs as well. Her pee flowed over her feet and her stubby toes to finally make a large puddle right where she was standing on the floor.
This was a death sentence for Musa. She felt Terra losing control, and couldn’t hold it in any longer either. A yellowish wet patch growed on the front of her T-shirt, through which she was holding her crotch, and a single jet of pee blasted through her panties and ran onto the floor. As Musa was still bending over, some also ran down the back of her T-shirt, functioning a bit like a slide, allowing a second golden beam to clatter to the ground.
“Terra, are you peeing in your pants?”, Bloom said, a bit shocked, as she heard Terra’s pee hissing onto the ground uncontrolably.
“So is Musa!”, Aisha cried as she pressed her thighs closely together as not to be in the same situation herself as well.
Bloom looked at Terra and Musa with a worried look on her face, but mostly because she was holding on tight to her own vagina. It felt moist, but she had told herself that was mostly sweat – however, she really needed a toilet and if she didn’t sit on one very soon, she knew she would wet herself as well. Bloom then felt a spurt of pee crashing onto her hand palm. She tried to hold onto her vagina even tighter, but now it was slippery and wet, and holding it in became even harder.
“Oh no, I’ve got to go right now!”, Aisha suddenly cried out and she tried to reach the door handle to the bathroom, but she suddenly lost control completely. All three other girls saw a dark patch growing on her crotch, then running down her smooth, brown legs and finally clattering onto the ground as well.
“No… make it stop… make it stop!”, Aisha tried to invoke all her powers over water to make her accident go away, but she wasn’t powerful enough – as she stood there, paralyzed, peeing in her pants like an infant.
Bloom was having trouble as well, as more and more jets of pee burst out. She tried to gain control manually by pushing her lips together, with one hand on her vagina, the other on the outside of her shorts. But it was no use: they were clearly getting wet as well, as Bloom felt the warm jets of pee spreading down her thighs, then over her ankles, and finally over her bare feet as well. Bloom knew she couldn’t help it any longer and let go of her crotch as she spread her legs; she started peeing uncontrollably, urine running out of both pant legs and splattering onto the ever-growing puddle on the floor.
Then, everything seemed silent for just a second: all four girls had just wet their pants, they were standing in a huge puddle composed of all of their pee, and nobody dared to look at any of the others. Then, the door to the bathroom opened and Stella looked out into the hallway.
“What’s all this ruckus?”, Stella asked, and Bloom, Terra, Musa and Aisha looked at each other with a guilty look on their faces.
“We had a little accident…”, Terra finally admitted in shame, her wet piyama pants sticking clearly to her legs. |
(This is my first part to my first story, so let me know what you think about it!)
It was a cold January morning and various cars and buses were piling into the parking lot of a moderately populated high school. Most were teachers and other faculty while some were high school students who were old enough to drive themselves. However, on this particular day, there was one car pulling in who had never been to the school before. Inside of a small silver sedan sat a young woman who had never been inside the school once.
Quickly checking her watch, the woman sighed a deep breath of relief. "Phew...6:45...I'm not late...I would hate to start my first day being late..." She acknowledged to herself as she observed the trickle of students walking into the building. "I guess that's my cue to head inside now." She nodded to herself as she exited her car. Walking over to her backseat, she pulled out a small backpack, not to dissimilar to what most students had. Adjusting the brim of her glasses and pulling some strands of her brunette hair out of her face, the young woman quickly mulled over anything else she thought she might need.
"I have my backpack...phone...oh wait!" A quick gasp escaped from her mouth. She quickly opened her door and reached towards the center console, pulling out a mug of coffee. "This is an absolute lifesaver." She giggled to herself as she shut her door and started to make her way into the building. On this cold morning, she was donned in a warm jacket with a long sleeve shirt underneath. Combined with a pair of tight jeans, the young woman could easily have been mistaken for a student, given her stature and her close match in attire. As she walked in, the woman quickly took off her jacket as she was greeted by the warm heat of the school. She soon turned her attention to the receptionist office and walked in.
There was a small line of students waiting in front of her, so the young woman quickly fell in line. As she waited, the young woman took a few sips from her hot beverage as the line slowly shuffled forward. When it was her turn to talk, the receptionist greeted her with an annoyed look.
"Yes...what can I do for you?" The receptionist grumbled aloud.
"Hi...my name is Lily...I'm one of the student teachers from the nearby university...it's my first day here." The young woman informed the receptionist.
Pausing for a brief second, the woman behind the desk clanked away on the keyboard before turning her attention back to Lily. "Ah yes...you'll be in room 209...it's on the second floor, close to the library."
Lily thought about asking for directions to the room, after all she had never set foot in the school once. However, sensing the receptionist's unpleasant tone and the growing line behind her, she quickly filed out and returned back to the hallway. "Room 209...second floor...I guess I should find the stairs first."
The school was much larger than the one Lily attended a few years ago. The hallway she was currently in flowed into the cafeteria where small congregations of students were located, waiting for classes to start. Lily quickly walked through the cafeteria, avoiding as many students as possible. Not that most of them were interested in her, they had their own friend groups to attend to. However, a few loner students stole a few glances at the college student. Lily paid no attention to them, she had received a similar treatment many places she went. She had a very nerdy look to her which was only accentuated by her glasses and her short straight hair. She didn't have the biggest bust in the world but she had very smooth skin and a very innocent appeal to her.
After an extra minute of searching for the stairwell, Lily finally located it and ascended up a floor. Arriving on the second floor, she turned to her right and was immediately greeted by the room she was supposed to find. "How convenient..." Lily remarked to herself as she gently cracked the door open.
Inside, she found a relatively normal classroom that one would find in any school. There were posters of various authors darted along the walls combined with neat rows of desks for students to sit. There were one or two already inside but they were preoccupied with being on their phones. Up at the teacher's desk sat a gentleman whose attention was engrossed in a book. Lily approached his desk and started to introduce herself.
"Err...hello...my name is Lily...I'm a student at the local university...and I'm a student teacher here for the day..." She introduced herself as polite as possible, a genuine smile spread across her face.
The man slowly set his book down and made immediate eye contact with the young woman. He had a stern expression on his face as if he was judging whether or not she was telling the truth. However, his expression soon dropped and he reciprocated the friendly smile. "Ah yes...I was told you would be coming...it's a pleasure to have you in our class." He greeted politely. Now that his face wasn't covered by the book, Lily got a much closer look at him. He was around his late 30s and he had a slight beard growing. As he stood up, he rose several inches over her but he extended his hand out politely.
Lily promptly shook the man's hand and he nodded his head slowly. "I'm Mr. Lawson...I'm one of the advanced English teachers here...I take it that it's your first day here?" He inquired curiously.
With a quick nod of her head, Lily promptly responded. "Y...yes...I'm an English major right now and my internship is to be a student teacher here for the semester...I figured it would be nice to get out instead of being stuffed in the library all day." She responded politely as she took another sip from her coffee.
"That's good...I am very fortunate to have several excellent classes...and you're lucky that today is a relatively simple day for us. Our first class is just doing some independent reading, the second class is a lecture, then its lunch...and then the third class is a project, and then the fourth class is a test." He informed her.
"Alright...I think I can manage that..." Lily responded confidently as she turned her attention to the few students in the classroom. "So...where should I sit? Or do I have to stand the entire time?"
The teacher let out a slight chuckle before motioning to the back. "Most of the seats in the back are empty...you're welcome to use my chair too if I'm not in the room if it's more comfortable. Otherwise you can just move around if you need to stretch your legs."
Lily nodded her head as she promptly moved to the back of the classroom. She set her belongings down adjacent to her desk and started to drink from her coffee mug. After all, it was still early and she needed her caffeine boost as most people did in the morning. She also reached down and pulled out her spare water bottle that she would be using later on in the day. After all, it was doubtful that her coffee would even survive past the first class without it be consumed. With the room still relatively quiet before class, Lily enjoyed the peaceful time to herself before the rush of students would come charging up.
Sure enough, the alarm bell rang out throughout the entire building and a cacophony of students making their way to class broke the peaceful silence. The room itself started to fill up with students, mostly those of an older year as they took their seats. Most glanced at Lily for a few passing seconds but didn't bother approaching her. Many of them assumed her to be a new student, which based on her young age was a fairly close prediction. Even as the students took their seats, they were still chatting with one another and it was only when the next alarm rang out to signal the start of the school day, was when things finally quieted down.
It appeared that Lily's day as a student teacher had finally begun.
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Almost immediately as the classroom finally settled down, the teacher cleared his throat and addressed his class. "Good morning everyone...I have a brief announcement to make before we begin today. We have a new student teacher that will be helping us out today and for the foreseeable future." He announced and motioned with his hand towards the back of the class where Lily was seated.
Taking the cue, Lily prompted stood up from her seat and approached the front of the class through the narrow passageways. She stood a few feet away from the teacher and gave a small wave before introducing herself. "Hello...my name is Lily...you can just call me by my first name...it's fine with me. As Mr. Lawson said...I'll be your student teacher for the rest of the year. I'm an English major right now at the nearby university...so I love reading and writing and I'm eager to work with you all." She spoke out to the class with a polite smile on her face.
The rest of the class murmured and nodded their heads as Lily promptly returned to the back of the class. Most of them never had a student teacher in their classes, most certainly not one that was relatively young and attractive as she was. A few of them swiped glances at the young student as she walked back and sat down before diverting their attention away in fear of being seen.
Lily promptly took her mug of coffee and sipped from it. She gulped a steady stream of coffee before setting the quarter filled mug back down on her desk. She was used to drinking this much coffee in the morning and it really helped to wake her up in the morning. Of course, this led to her having to make frequent trips to the bathroom but with her focus solely on her new job, she hadn't given the slightest thought to it.
As the main teacher informed her, the first class was doing a reading of a book. Lily wasn't required to do anything besides listen in and so as they read, she took constant sips from her heated beverage. Only about a half hour in, the mug was completely empty and within little more than an hour, Lily had consumed over half a liter of coffee. With nothing else to drink and no other task to do, Lily focused in closer to what the students were reading.
The text was a bit older and being an advanced class it was a more in depth reading. From what Lily could gather, the main character was an 19th century detective who was following the trail of a missing treasure of some sort. The story was taking place in the deep jungle and had quite the bit of sensory details to go along with it.
As Lily listened in to the various students who were picked to read, one particular bit triggered a reaction within her. A student was describing a scene of the protagonist advancing through a waterfall and he read aloud clearly from the text.
"The splashing water hit the top of his head, crashing around in various directions in a torrential flood. Even as he advanced further, the torrential current of water continued gushing down from below in an endless stream."
Almost instinctively, Lily felt a soft ping from her lower abdomen, directly where her bladder was. Simply hearing the terms involving water had incited a response and it reminded Lily of how much she consumed in such a short period of time. She could feel the weight of her morning's drink beginning to fill up her bladder but she wasn't too concerned yet.
However, even with her earlier consumption of a mug of coffee, Lily still found herself thirsty. With the frosty air still outside, the heater was being blasted inside of each classroom and Lily soon found herself thirsty, especially after consuming a hot beverage earlier. She quickly grabbed her empty water bottle and quietly slipped out of the room and back into the hallway.
Outside of the class was eerily quiet and there was hardly anyone around. Lily had no idea where to go to fill up her water bottle so she decided to meander around the hallway in search of a water fountain. She walked for a few minutes before arriving outside of a bathroom where there was a water fountain situated on the outside in between the different bathrooms.
Lily quickly filled up her water bottle and turned to head back before another tingle from her bladder made her rethink it. "I guess I might as well stop at the bathroom since I'm here." She thought to herself and turned back the other way. She was just about to open the door when a voice called out to her.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you." The voice called out from down the hallway. Lily turned and found a taller blonde student approaching her. Lily raised a slight eyebrow and took a step back from the door. "Why can't I? It's open..."
The student promptly shook her head and walked over towards the water fountain. She took a quick sip of it before turning her attention to Lily. "The water pipes on this floor are all screwed up...the toilets for the bathrooms on this floor are never working right and the school is too lazy to fix them." She responded with a slight shrug of her shoulders. Lily was tempted to head inside and find out if the girl was telling the truth. However, she decided against it, after all the blonde seemed a bit older and likely knew what she was talking about.
"So if the bathrooms on this floor aren't working...where are the ones that do work?" Lily inquired with a curious tone as she took a cautious sip from her water.
"Well...there's the ones on the bottom floor near the cafeteria and the ones on the third floor too...but those are almost always busy..." The student responded with a slight shrug as she turned back to return to her class.
Lily frowned at the thought of having to travel a bit further to use the restroom but she promptly shook her head. There were plenty of breaks within her day, especially during the lunch period. "I'll be fine..." She reassured herself as she started walking back to her own class. She took the occasional sip of water, only partially quenching her thirst. She gently opened the door and returned to her seat at the back of the room.
By now, there was only a little bit of class left and the students by now were reading on their own. Lily was still seated in the back of the class, now exposed to the heated room. She was a little bit more apprehensive about her liquid intake but her thirst was growing by the minute. She was unaware of how much she consumed until the bell finally rang to signal the end of the class.
Looking down at her water bottle, almost half of it was gone in such a short period of time. The previous occasional pings were now replaced by a steady dull urge instead. Lily could no longer ignore her growing urge to relieve herself. However, she knew that she wouldn't have enough time in between classes to visit the bathroom, especially with having to travel to another floor and to likely wait in line. Her situation was confirmed when the teacher walked on over towards her.
"Alright Lily...I'm just going to be giving a little bit of a lecture...I'm just going to have you stand up at the front of the class and answer any questions that the students may have...it should be basic enough to where you can answer it."
Nodding her head slowly, Lily promptly walked up to the front of the room as the new class started to pile in. The noisy crowd shuffled in and within a few minutes, everything returned to its previous silence as the next bell rang to signify the next class. Like she did with the first class, Lily gave a brief introduction about herself in the politest manner possible.
However, instead of being able to return to her quiet corner of the room, Lily had to stand up in front of the class with her bladder being continuously filled up. |
Hi guys, here is my next story but its going to be a bit different to the ones I have done before.
Usually I’ve already planned out much of a story and have notes for each step along the way. But I’ve not got as much free time as before, so I am starting this without the prior planning. There is a high probability that this could become another unfinished story on the site and, posts may be sporadic and random lengths depending on when I get the time and inclination to write.
I'm saying all this because I often get people commenting they are happy to see a story with an ending, so thought I would be upfront with this. But hopefully it will still be enjoyable to you all!
The Wet Rune
Chapter 1: The foundation
Rays of morning sunlight shone through the partially curtained windows, illuminating a figure seemingly deep in thought. A stillness filled the room, the only movement coming from the drifting dust glimmered in the light having recently displaced from its position atop the numerous old boxes and piles of long forgotten books. Carefully the figure turned a page of the fragile book, studying the faded and stained pages covered in barely legible glyphs and symbols. Her right hand slowly moving over and taking a note of something in an old leather notebook that had seemingly seen better days.
Hearing the floor creak the figure turned their head to see a younger woman, her assistant was hurrying towards her whilst carrying a number of scrolls in her arms. A broad smile on her face as she caught her superiors attention.
“Annabeth, I think I found something” She said, rolling out two of the scrolls on the table and using a random assortment of artefacts and books to weight down the corners. Her associate simply raising her hands out of the path of the scroll in a way that suggested she was used to these sorts of interruptions. Picking up the mug from the table she took a swig from the stale and old tea before leaning over to peer over the ancient texts unfurled before her.
“Well I am glad you have, im still coming up empty.” She sighed, placing the empty mug down on one of the few uncovered parts of the table.
“Ok, so look here. Anything seem odd to you?” Her assistant said excitedly.
“Nope, that just looks like the seal of Erzulie.”
“Correct, but this isn’t a Benin scroll, its Egyptian”
“Ok, that’s weird.” Annabeth said, moving around the table for a better look. Her interest clearly peeked by the revelation that would have made sense to very few others. “So we have a deity about 4,000 miles and a few hundred years out of place.”
“Yeah, and then over here we have it again. But this time it’s a translation of a Mameluke text found in Spain.” Her assistant continued, a large tomb carefully placed on top, open to a gold leaf page covered in sigils and marks both women were deeply familiar with.
“hmmm” Now looking at the second text, she peered closer at number of ornate symbols, her hand outstretching and grabbing a magnifying glass to help. “There is Nanshe from the Sumerians as well as Tefnut and Anuket from Egypt” Annabeth said using a finger to lightly trace the scripture on the page. “So this really could be it. The sect we were looking for?”
“That’s what I was thinking and more than that, if you read the passage down there” her assistant said pointing to the bottom of the opposite page.
“A communal treasure, its power unimaginable was stored by the priests of the water of life to protect it until it was needed again. To protect it from the great….What does that word say Courtney?” Annabeth asked, her assistant farm more of a linguist than even she was.
“Uh… I think it translates to roughly famine, or maybe thirst. It mentions the tale of the Famine Stela, which Anuket is also present for, so it could be referring to that?”
“The seven-year drought? That was where they talked to the gods at the Elephantine spring in Egypt and the temple of Satet was created right?”
“Yes exactly and I think the the cult of Satis may have formed a basis for our larger group. Judging by the few mentions of the Omotet It would appear that it was somewhat of a secret sect, even from many other groups that knew of each other. It is possible that members of Satis were also members of Omotet.” The young assistant said, looking up and pushing her glasses further up her nose.”
There was a long pause as the two women contemplated their findings, the room falling silent for a moment. They had been working on this for months, years... but now they had found something. Although, they had both been bitten like this before, the secret sect many believed to have never existed becoming some what of an awkward conversation for both of them. Many of their peers putting it up there with the theory of aliens building the pyramids.
“So, do you think this is it Annabeth. The fountain of youth?”
“Only one way to find out, but this is great work Courtney. We might be on the verge of one of the greatest rediscoveries ever.” She said, a wide smile covering her face as they locked eyes. The tiredness of many sleepless nights wiped away in an instant.
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So that is the set up, I'd love to know peoples thoughts.
Also, sorry to anyone who might now more about Egyptology than me, I did my best but I probably got some things wrong there....
More coming soon!
Also, this is largely inspired by a story I read many years ago called the Wet Stone that I think many of us will be familiar with. But if not I would 100% recommend this story. |
Chapter 2: A discovery
4 weeks later…
Screwing the cap back on her canteen Annabeth took another look at the stone surface in front of her. A strange rock surface at odds to the yellow sandstone that surrounded it and inscribed with a language long forgotten to most. Flicking her notebook open she began to translate the mural that had been etched into the solid surface. The deep lines almost perfectly protected from the affects of age by the cover stone that now led on the floor to its right.
“To those who seek its power, know its binding forces are… uncomfortable?” she read aloud, frowning slightly at the strange phrasing.
The voice of her assistant sounded from a small device she had lodged in her ear.
“Maybe that’s not exactly what it meant at the time? Its been several thousand years since that was written, so something being lost in translation is not unexpected. Maybe its more along the lines of troublesome?”
“Yeah that’s a good point” Annabeth said, moving a strand of her dark auburn hair from her face and securing it under the brim of her tan coloured cap.
“Then the warning continues, something about powerful forces that seek to use its power. All those of a true virtue should turn back and leave this place or wake the forces of the… Diadem. Are you sure these translations you gave me are right?”
“Well that does seem a little odd, and it was quite hard to translate the scriptures we found in Egypt and Nigeria. But considering it was such a niche offshoot of the dialect, I think a few words here and the isn’t bad.”
“True and thank you for doing this. I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate your work.”
“Don’t be silly Annabeth, I know you do. But thank you.”
“Right then, I guess its time to head in. The signal won’t reach inside so I’ll call you back once I get out again.”
“Be careful” Courtney said, her voice absent of concern. Not from not meaning what she had said, but this wasn’t her bosses first expedition.
“I will do, fingers crossed ill have some good news to give you shortly”
Moving aside a tangle mess of plants, the young woman slowly moved through the small opening into the cavern behind the stone. The light making its way through the opening and illuminating a small portion of the room in front of her. Cracking a yellow glow stick she shook it vigorously until its chemical light filled the room and allowed her to get a better view.
The small chamber she had entered was adorned with pictures of fountains, flowing waterfalls and of the various gods pouring large jugs of water over naked women.
“Well seems like this should be the place” Annabeth muttered to herself as she went to work. A passage she had found in a local archive had led her to this location. Describing the hidden temple in detail, including the false wall behind which the other chambers would be accessible. Unfortunately, it also spoke of a number of tests and defences the old cultists had left behind, but this wasn’t her first temple.
Picking up a handful of dust from the floor she laid it on her flat hand, slowly moving it horizontally around the walls. It took a few moments but then she saw what she wanted, the dust on her hand lightly stirred as she ran past a crease in the wall.
“There we are”
Wiping the decades old dust from her hand she took a crowbar out of her backpack, placing it into the crease that she now knew was not as solid as it first seemed. Directional airflow meant that at the very least there was some sort of opening behind it and, hopefully the entrance she was looking for.
Anchoring the crowbar Annabeth pried at the large sandstone brick, using all her might she pulled as hard as she could. Slowly the brick moved, small flakes of it falling off as a horrible scraping noise filled the room. Opening it far enough she could pass through she stopped pulling, breathing heavily after the exertion she replaced the crowbar and took out her canteen again. Taking a large swig of water she swirled it around her mouth, trying to combat the dryness caused by the desert atmosphere.
Taking a heavy metal wedge out of her bag she carefully wedged it into the opening. Adventuring by yourself was always hazardous and she didn’t want to get stuck down here until someone came to rescue her. The small three-pronged device would make sure that even if the block of sandstone shifted, it wouldn’t completely close the entrance again. A lesson she had learned the hard way after being stuck in an Aztec pyramid for three days while she was a student.
Carrying on down the corridor she arrived at a much more elaborate chamber. A single large carving covered the four walls and ceiling, a mural to the water gods this temple worshiped. Each of the gods they had seen before were depicted here, “Anuket, Erzulie, Tefnut and Nanshe” she said aloud as her deep hazel eyes scanned the walls. The architecture was impressive even after all this time. Although quite what all these gods were doing in one temple was still somewhat of a mystery to her. Despite their findings, there was very little on the purpose of the group known as Omotet, but if these carvings were at least a signal they were in the right place.
The carving appeared to be of a large throne room, surrounding a fountain covering the roof. 12 runes were clearly carved into it although from the floor it was hard to identify them, almost 12 feet in the air above her. Scanning the walls again she noted a number of other patron’s on the banquet, apparently their expectant gods were not alone. 14 people or gods were carved onto the walls, each with their own seal of some kind and a small hole in the centre of each one.
Peering into one she began to wonder if a tomb robber had gotten here first. Did these gaps originally hold a small gem? Or maybe they were ancient keyhole’s. No, this had to be a test of some kind. Shifting around the wall, she took a closer look she had to be missing something.
As she stepped to the right she felt her leather boot depress something in the floor, looking down she instantly realised what she had done. It was a trap!
With a loud bang a hidden slab of rock fell into place from above, blocking the end of the corridor. Rushing over she tried to move it but it was no use, it was just too heavy. But soon her attention was taken by a rushing sound above her head, a deluge of water starting to come out of the fountain depicted on the celling.
“Oh no!” She almost whispered to herself as the water crashed down around her, her eyes going wide and heart skipping a beat.
Looking around for anything useful she was starting to panic, there was no way out.
“Okay, Okay, right so it’s a test Annabeth, just solve the test” she told herself, thinking aloud.
“So we have 14 people, 12 symbols, gods of various African cultures.”
The water was now inching its way up her calves, the cold lapping of it against her skin not helping her levels of panic. Her tan trousers slowly darkening as the water crept upwards.
“Ok, so its Anuket, Erzulie, Tefnut, Nanshe, Horus…..wait!”
Looking closer, despite the fact the figure was clearly labelled Horus, it was an image of Ra the sun god. The pair shared a lot of similarities, but one thing was different, the orb of light above their head, if it was Horus it shouldn’t be there.
Wading over to the image as the water made its way past her knees she studied the image, the hole she had seen earlier directly in the centre of the image’s head. That had to be it, quickly she grabbed her torch from her top pocket and clicked it on, shining the light into the hole in the orb.
To her relief she heard a loud clicking noise and the pouring water stopped as quickly as it had begun. The room quickly emptying as the water drained through uncovered holes in the ground. Puffing out her cheeks Annabeth’s racing heart started to slow as her impending doom seemed to be lessening.
A second click echoed through the chamber as the water finished draining away, the holes were recovered and a small portion of the north wall moved revealing a new chamber and the slab blocking her way back fell into a new gap freeing her.
Carefully pushing the new stone door further into the room she carefully surveyed the room. Taking a moment to drop onto all fours and look across the ground, see made sure to look for any other pressure plates. To her relief it seemed there were none in this room, although she was sure there was going to be something. Ancient cults didn’t hide their treasures so just anyone could find them.
Satisfied there were no traps that would be set off by just her presence, Annabeth set her backpack on the ground. Taking her cap off for a moment she ruffled her long auburn hair before stuffing it back under hat. Looking down her trousers were soaked with water that was probably sitting in a chamber above her for centuries and full of who knows what.
Slowly she removed her water-logged clothing, stripping down to her silk boxer shorts which were thankfully still dry. They looked a little odd on her feminine and slender body, but the loose and flowing fabric really helped beat the heat in a climate like this. Wringing her trousers she did her best to get most of the water out of them, before putting them in a plastic bag and back into her bag. Rummaging through the large container she pulled out a small bottle of sanitizing gel and some loose fitting cotton trousers. Despite having a hotel room nearby she always carried a few days of supplies just in case.
Generously applying the gel to her hands she quickly wiped down her toned legs, trying to make sure to get all the areas the water reached. She did not want to get cholera or some other horrible water borne disease from 5,000 years ago.
Finishing up and getting dressed again she looked around the room, spotting those same seals, the images of the gods but this time they were the right ones. Now each of them were depicted with a strange rune on their hands or arms, recognisable as the ones on the fountain in the last room.
Taking a closer look it seemed they could be pressed into the wall. It must be an ancient lock of some kind she realised, a combination lock which required her to press the correct symbols together. Pausing for a moment she felt her first moment of apprehension at the thought of quite what would happen if she got it wrong. Taking a moment, she placed another metal blocker at the entrance to this chamber, just as she had done with the first one.
“Okay, so 14 gods but 12 symbols.” She said thinking out loud, a tactic that often helped her problem solve.
“it’s a combination lock, so that means some must be pressed and others not.” Looking around the room for clues she was drawing a blank.
“So no clues in here… but this is a temple of the Omotet so that means that it was probably built by the worshipers of Anuket, Erzulie, Tefnut and Nanshe.” They were after all the gods that seemed to come up again and again in the scripts she had been reading. Walking over she began pressing Anuket’s rune, depressing it slowly into the wall where it clicked into place and rotated 90 degrees.
Annabeth paused for a moment, holding her breath and waiting to see what fate would befall her. To her relief it appeared nothing was going on, reassured in her assumptions of the puzzle she quickly pressed the remaining runes for the deities she had identified.
As the last rune rotated into position a hiss of air rushed from behind the wall to her right as the giant stone tablet rose into the air, pulled upwards by some ancient machinery still somehow working today. A wave of dust and debris from the uncovered and apparently air tight chamber rushed towards her and making her cough.
Waving a hand in front of her face to dissipate the dust and sand now flying around the room she squinted trying to see into the new chamber. Moving slowly forwards she could tell she had found something important. The chamber had to be three times the size of the room she was in, ornate coloured sculptures adorned the walls, perfectly preserved carving of the gods and wall upon wall of texts. Her heart fluttered madly, this was amazing and by far the best thing she had ever found. What amazing discoveries or knowledge were contained within these scrolls, the stories and texts could shine so much more light on this group of people that had largely gone unnoticed in ancient history.
Noticing a number of hanging torches on the wall, she lit one with her Firestarter and carried it into the room. Her pocket torch would likely provide more light but she was a sucker for things like this, to her it felt like she was taking part in history itself.
Despite what she was sure would turn out to be a treasure trove of knowledge there was one thing that captured her attention above all else, a large pulpit in the centre of the room. A small but golden version of the fountain she had seen on so many of the scriptures and even on the walls of the temple. This might not have been the real fountain of youth, but its presence made her believe that something in here was going to point towards the real one. Her life’s work was in reach.
Walking slowly over to the fountain the light of her torch was flickering and reflecting brightly off the gold leaf. Approaching the fountain there seemed to be something in the centre, a round ceramic looking object. It was a rune, just like one of the ones she had seen on the walls around this location. It was Erzulie’s rune, although something about it was off. The painted symbol was yellow, everything she had seen previously it had always been painted it blue.
The light glimmered, dancing off the rune as it sat there, invitingly. Stretching out a hand Annabeth touched the rune, attempting to get a better look at it. But as soon as she touched it a bright light filled the room and a deafening roar of wind threw her backwards.
“Ahhhh!” she yelled as she was forced to the floor, a burning sensation creeping up the hand that had touched the rune before enveloping her entire body. A bright piercing light shone from the fountain she yelled, unable to move and pinned by an invisible force, her body burned and writhed. She was filled with a deep heat that was unimaginable and indescribable but seemed to be causing no pain. Sweat dripped off her body as her breath left her body and she passed out, darkness creeping in from the edges of her vision before the temple seemed to collapse in around her.
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I hope you enjoyed the next chapter, still no Omo yet but should hopefully have helped set the scene for the rest of the story.
Thanks for reading (Omo parts should start from here on out.) |
Chapter 3: Awakening
Blinking slowly Annabeth quickly sat upright as the panic and hazy memories of what had just happened came flooding back to her. She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, or really about anything that had just happened. Her last memory was the burning taking over her body, the strange rune had exploded in some strange energy unlike anything she had seen before. Had she fallen for another of the temples traps?
Taking a few moments to check herself over as she sat on the dusty ground and was glad to see that she was still in once piece, although looking down she sighed deeply. Her cotton trousers were now drenched in what she was sure by the smell was her own urine. The taxing effect of what had just transpired clearly too much for her bladder to take. She had needed to pee before entering the temple after draining her canteen and had been pretty desperate when she found this room. But her desperation had been quickly forgotten once she had seen what was in here, perhaps that may have been a bit of an oversight.
Laying her head back against the sand covered floor she relaxed for a moment, trying to calm her racing pulse and body that was still on high alert from earlier. Flexing her muscles she could still move everything and nothing seemed to be injured. A dull ache from her left arm caused her to rub it.
That was weird, as her pal massaged her arm she could feel something under her shirt sleeve. Aware of her private surroundings she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and slid her arm out.
“What the…..” she breathed as she took in the sight, unable to comprehend what she saw.
Covering her left tricep was a strange marking, a copy of the rune she had touched!
It looked almost like a tattoo but its raised surface meant she could feel it protruding slightly. Her mind raced, what the hell had just happened? How could this have happened; how can a rune suddenly explode and then imprint itself inside her arm she wondered as she fought the panic that was once again creeping into her mind. Squeezing it between two fingers she felt no discomfort, she could barely feel it other than a radiating heat that seemed to be emanating from it. At least it seemed to be benign.
As she continued to inspect it she could feel a building pressure within her bladder, maybe her body had regained control over itself halfway through her wetting herself and, now the adrenaline was wearing off it was making its presence known. Although, judging by the size of the dark and quickly drying puddle that surrounded her that didn’t seem to be the case. But she could hold it a while longer, or could she?
Something strange was going on in her body, she could feel her bladder filling at an alarming pace. The slight niggle giving way to a stronger ache and now it had almost started pulsing inside her as it stretched. Had something inside her been damaged, had she bruised her bladder, is that even a thing she worried? Grimacing as her bladder started to throb inside her, she stood up gingerly. She couldn’t pee in here, it was the archaeological find of her life and she would not risk it by peeing on it…again.
Clutching her still numb arm she threw her backpack over her shoulder and started to rush out of the chamber and the temple.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she muttered as she all but sprinted for the entrance. Her desperation quickly getting out of control as her bladder contracted insider her, approaching the first chamber she felt a spurt escape her control. She really must have done something, there was no way she could get this desperate this quickly she thought to herself. Clambering up the slope into the entrance chamber she felt more spurts wet her still damp trousers, running down her quickly moving legs.
Throwing her bag to the ground just outside the chamber she grabbed the hem of her trousers and boxers and ripped them down. Piss began exploding out of her even before she had reached a squatting position as her bladder began to empty itself again. Quickly a river of pee shot out of her as she panted, a faint warmth sill moving across her lower legs as the wetness from her leaks spread through the absorbent material she had failed to pull down in time.
Relaxing completely she hung her head down as she continued to pee but what Annabeth had assumed would be a short pee caused by a bruised bladder turned out to be one of the longest pee’s of her life. Pee continued gushing out of her for almost 40 seconds, what the hell was going on, how could she have been holding this much inside her? Watching the trails of pee run across the stone surface she was currently using as an emergency toilet she was amazed and confused. There was no way she should have this much liquid insider her, especially after having wet her self ashamedly when….what ever had happened, happened. Finally her stream ended as a river of her pee streamed down the stone surface and into the recesses of this other chamber.
But the relief was short lived as now she was empty again, she had bigger problems. Somehow a rune had somehow attached itself to her. Rolling up her sleeve this time she tried to get a better look. The skin was cool now, the raised surface almost like a tribal needle tattoo where the ink is hammered into the skin. Thankfully brushing her hand over it again she couldn’t feel any cuts or breaks in the skin, maybe it was temporary. Squeezing it tightly between two fingers she tried to get some of the pigment to come up to the surface, but it was no use. Whatever it was made of was deep under her skin.
As she continued to play with her new unwanted tattoo she felt another pang from her bladder. Taking her hand away from the tattoo she placed it between her legs and the need to pee was abated slightly. The confusing situation driving her mad, she really didn't have time for what ever was causing this need to pee. Even kidney infections don’t do this she thought, having many first hand experiences of that from holding on the long nights of studying or traveling in undeveloped countries.
Now in control she this time tried to stretch the skin of her arm to see if it distorted it at all. The markings seemed to magically shift with her toned arms, but there it was, the increasing need to pee again. Shoving her hand back between her legs she contemplated peeing on the ground again. But it was strange, she defiantly needed to pee but it wasn’t coming on as strong as last time. But why, what was different and what was causing it to happen in the first place? She would have assumed she was empty the first time but that didn't seem to have any impact on her body filling itself again.
Thinking back she remembered her rush out, she had been holding the marking on her arm, but that can’t be it can it? It had all started after this marking had appeared, but why would this be a thing. Maybe she was still unconscious, that made much more sense than anything that was actually happening. But despite that she was sure she was awake, for better or worse.
She just had to test it...
Gently pressing her hand against the rune for a few seconds she felt the unmistakeable desire to pee escalating inside her bladder. Quickly letting go of the rune the need stabilised although was still significant as she squeezed her legs together, the dampness of her boxer shorts making her thigh’s feel clammy as they now rubbed against each other.
So that was it? The rune now on her arm was making her need to pee. What sort of madness was this? |
Chapter 4: Stalked
Despite her confusion what Annabeth had found was amazing, possibly the first of its kind. But now the temple had been unearthed it was a race against time before other people showed up, she had to get a team here as soon as possible. Although, how would she explain the strange runic symbol on her arm that touching seemed to make her bladder fill. The embarrassment of admitting it to anyone made her cheeks burn red, she was a professional academic not some drunk college kid. She was caught between the biggest discovery of her life and her dignity, something she rather enjoyed having intact.
As she stood at the entrance and watched her pee continued to spread across the ancient stonework Annabeth could only imagine what her peers would think, or worse what they would want to do to test and experiment with the rune at her expense. Although its powers and ability to graft to her body was defiantly intriguing her, how did it work and could she replicate it for other functions. But for now, she decided she would keep it a secret for her sake and safety. Maybe there was something in the rolls of scriptures that could help get this off her or explain what had happened.
Walking back into the temple she was careful not to touch her arm, the dampness of her clothes reminding her of the consequences. How she wished she had packed up another set of clothes, but she supposed this was still better than her other soaked trousers still in her bag. Looking down she was embarrassed to see a trail of droplets on the floor, clearly marking where she had started to loose control in her mad dash for the entrance. The large puddle in the main chamber was thankfully fading out of existence.
Walking over to a nearby rack of parchments and scrolls she began to read the texts, hoping to find a solution to her current problem. Minutes passed as she tried to decipher the texts, a sense of fun had returned after events of the morning although she could certainly use Courtney right about now. This was after all what she enjoyed the most, she was reading texts that hadn’t been seen in years and that were direct link to the past. Unfortunately as she replaced another scroll, none of them seem to offer an explanation of what had just happened. There was a lot of information about the cult or tribe that had built this place, records of their gods actions and why they were so revered.
Reaching upwards she tried to grab the top scroll, accidently pushing it off the pile and sending it skittering behind one of the statues. Bending over to grab it she noticed a shadow move out of the corner of her eye. Glancing towards the entrance she was suddenly aware of footsteps coming towards her, heavy and purposeful they were strangely intimidating despite not being able to see who was causing them.
Quickly grabbing her nearby bag she pressed herself into the corner she was in, trying to go unnoticed by the unseen intruder. The menacing footsteps grew louder and louder, a dark shadow filling the entrance of the chamber. Peeking past the ankles of the statue Annabeth could make out a tall man, long dark hair and beard flowing across his chest covered in a flowing cloak. Holding her breath she wished her heart would beat quieter as the giant of a man took a few steps into the room, looking down he paused at the puddle she had left on the ground. Crouching the man placed a finger against the wet sand, for some reason making her blush madly. The unknown newcomer then looked straight at the fountain at the centre, a new sense of urgency seen in his body language as he quickly rushed to the fountain.
Now was her chance, the man was distracted and she could make her way out. Edging out from behind the statue still holding her bag she slowly made her way around the wall to the entrance. She knew her shadow would also become obvious as she crossed the doors threshold, but it was a risk she had to take. Ducking out she immediately pressed herself against the outside of the entrance. Peeking back in to see if she had managed to escape without him noticing and she was relieved to see him inspecting the fountain, his large scarred hands searching it desperately.
As quietly as possible she made her way through the chambers, reaching the entrance she started to run, the soft sand masking her footfalls. Rushing through opening the bright Moroccan sun blinded her temporarily as she threw her bag on and kept running. The heat was unbearable as sweat instantly began to pour from her as she run, the sun was almost at its peak but she hated to imagine what the intruder would do to her if he found her. Looking over her shoulder as she ran she was happy to see no one was following her and she allowed herself to slow her pace. Taking a few moments she did her best to remove her footprints so it would be harder to follow her, stepping on the harder ground and avoiding areas where the sand would make her tracks easy to see.
Picking up the pace she didn’t know how long she had been running, but she needed to stop. The temple long gone over the horizon as she continued back down the path she had taken to get there. Sweat was now pouring from her, the thin shirt she was wearing not damp but dripping wet. A dark line of sweat discolouring the hem of her cap as her hair matted against her face. Finally she felt far enough away Annabeth so she could finally relax a little. Her heart and head pounding after exerting herself she had to stop.
Sliding her bag off her shoulder and finding a nearby rock to sit on she took out the large canteen she had been drinking from. Taking a few deep swigs the still cool water radiated throughout her body, refreshing it greatly and strangely making her feel calmer. Taking off her hat she poured some of the canteens contents over her head, attempting to cool it and beat the heat. Despite being experienced in this type of climate she knew the risks of heat stroke were no joke. But now as she took her well-earned break she couldn’t ignore her new tattoo or whatever it was. By now she knew the effect It would have on her, but she couldn’t help but touch it. It was a new thing that had suddenly appeared on her body, like a cut, bruise or piercing she was drawn to seeing how it felt.
Rubbing it and tracing the outline with her finger she could feel its seemingly magical but maddening side effect taking hold of her again, although this time it felt less sudden and severe but Annabeth didn’t know if she would ever get use to this. Having taken a few minutes to rest and recover she stood up straight and looked around. With no one in sight she quickly pulled down her thankfully almost dry trousers again, squatting behind the rock she emptied her bladder. All the touching and playing with it had filled her rapidly and for the third time she created a large puddle underneath her. The stream of pee forcefully hitting the sand and turning it a dark shade of caramel brown.
Thinking back to it as she steadied herself curiosity was quickly overtaking her nervousness as to the power of the run she had unwittingly grafted to herself. As her stream continued she moved her hand towards it slowly, her bladder starting to feel empty she gently touched it. What would happen to her if she touched it while peeing? Looking between her legs she watched the stream continue, despite feeling somewhat empty she simply didn’t seem to run out of liquid as her pee extended to almost two minutes.
Wait what was she doing! she was being followed and now was not the time for this sort of testing. If she couldn’t find a way of removing it, she would have plenty of time to figure this thing out. Sighing in relief she wiggled slightly before pulling up her clothes, a slight off-colour stain now the only evidence of her earlier accident as the temperature dried them quickly. Even so she still felt a slight discomfort pulling them up. Looking down her giant puddle had reached meters around her, a sure sign that her assumptions about it filling her bladder were true. There was just no way she could have contained the sheer volume of liquid spreading through the fine sand below her.
Putting her bag back on and kicking herself slightly for being so easily distracted she thought back to the man in the temple, who was he and how had he found her? He certain seemed to know something was missing from the temple and judging by the way he reacted to her…accident, did he know what this rune did? Maybe the knowledge of this rune hadn’t been completely lost to time as she had thought. Starting to walk off again it was by her estimates about an hour to the town she had come from earlier, from there she hoped to get a taxi back to her hotel. Once back in the safety of her room she could start making plans on how to explain all this to her dig team, maybe leaving out a detail or two…
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Chapter 5: New friends
Walking into town the quietness that she had passed through in the morning had been replaced by the hustle and bustle of a large market. Tourists and locals were browsing the numerous stalls for trinkets or goods as their vendors shouted their prices. Cries of “Best in all of Morocco” or “you wont find a better deal anywhere else” filled the air from all directions.
If she hadn’t been in such a rush Annabeth would have loved to take a look around them. You never know what you can find in such places, more than once artifacts had come from them. Younger generations selling the goods of their sometimes grave robbing parents and accidentally mistaking them for cheap crafted goods, unaware of their true historical value.
“You there miss, you look weary how about something to eat” a vendor said loudly to her. A balding portly man to her left and behind a stall of grilled insects beckoning her over?”
“Im sorry, im not interested” she tried to brush him off, smiling widely.
“Oh come on, best spices in all of Africa and for you, for such a pretty woman ill give you a great deal”
Turning to face the vendor she looked for something she might want to eat as it could end this far quicker, but nothing looked appetising to her. The numerous legs, claws and furry objects on his stand removing any thought of hunger she use to have.
“Im really sorry, im not hungry. Maybe another time”
“A woman on a mission, I respect that, good wife material…How about one for the road?” He continued, un-phased by the constant rejection. In some weird way she admired his persistence.
“Look, I…” her thoughts cut short as she noticed a familiar figure wading his way through the crowds. The man from the temple, now in the sunlight his rugged features much easier to see. A large scar ran down the left side of his face, just missing his eye. As if he couldn’t be more cliché she thought watching him a moment longer but hoping he wouldn’t look her way.
He was looking for something, or someone, had he seen her, did he know what she looked like. She couldn’t take any chances.
Rushing into the stall, using a nearby stand of carpets to shielded herself from the direction of the man, she just needed to go unnoticed.
“Ah, see, everyone falls for Rahul’s charm” The vendor smiled widely.
“Uhh…yeah” Annabeth said faking a smile. Still watching the tall man with one eye she looked through Rahuls stall for something not still twitching. Thankfully the intimidating man was a good head and shoulders taller than the rest of the market goers so it wasn’t to hard to follow his movements.
“I uh yeah, how about one of those”
“Great choice, you have a good eye. Scorpion’s are my best seller, Usually 5 Dirham for you 4. Just seeing your beauty fills my heart.”
This guy was a charmer, or a good business man, possibly both. Handing over the money she picked up the large scorpion on a stick. A look from the owner suggesting she should try it in front of him. Taking a tentative bite she felt its exoskeleton cracking under her teeth, she did her best to stifle a grimace. Thankfully the amount of spice he had put on it was masking any natural earthy flavour. As the spices hit the back of her throat she began to cough, making a few people look towards her.
The man from the temple was just 10m away, if she kept this up she would definitely be noticed. Thankfully an outstretched arm from the vendor offered her a clear bottle of water that she took and drank deeply from.
“Its an Acquired taste maybe” Rahul said shrugging slightly.
“Sometimes I forget not everyone is as strong tonged as the spice man Rahul” He said proudly, although Annabeth got the feeling he was the only one ever to call himself that.
Crisis averted she went to hand back the bottle, but he refused letting her keep it.
“So maybe that was a bit spicy, but what about one of these. Much more palatable, a top seller for the pretty women” He said, holding a long stick covered in grilled grasshoppers.
“No thank you, im just here to get a taxi, I need to be somewhere” Annabeth said adjusting her bag.
“Oh, no no no. Can’t trust the Taxi’s. charge you too much they would. But my daughter, she can drive. She will take you where you need to go for half the price and you don’t need to find one. I can go and get her, ready to leave in 2 minutes.”
“I uhh…yeah actually that would be great” she said slightly surprised by the offer and also her own acceptance of it. But if it would get her out of the market without her “friend” noticing she was all for it. In fact, given the situation she was starting to think she might need to head back to England.
If he had just been an inquisitive local or grave robber he wouldn’t have bothered tracking her this far. There had to be more to it than she was realising at the moment and that might mean it wasn’t safe for her to be here on her own at the moment. She would just have to risk someone else discovering the temple and try to get back here as quickly as possible with a team.
Rahul reappeared at the entrance of his house to which his stall was seemingly attached, waving for her to come in. Stepping inside she was met with case upon case of insects, living chirping and breeding in some cases. She watched as he picked up a whole lettuce, breaking it in two in his bare hands he chucked half into a large tank containing a number of large snails. She hadn’t seen any one the stall, maybe these were his pets or an off-menu delicacy.
“Ok, its no problem my daughter was happy to take you where you need to go. She will be ready soon, just finding her keys.”
“Miia!” He yelled loudly up the stairs, slightly startling Annabeth and making the insects quiet for a moment.
“Sorry” he said softly to her, bowing slightly with his hands pressed together.
“Im coming” came a similar yell, it seemed the girl took after her farther in the volume department.
But that seemed to be the only thing she did take from him as far from Annabeth’s expectations a slim and beautiful young woman came racing down the stairs, her shoulder length black hair bouncing. Unlike most people Annabeth had seen in this town, the young woman was dressed as if she was back in England, rather than the more traditional clothing she had seen. A pair of tight peach coloured capri trousers paired with a black rolling stones crop top made her look slightly out of place.
“Why do you wear this, how do you expect to find a boy looking like that” Rahul said sounding disapprovingly.
“Maybe im not looking for a boyfriend right now” She retorted, the clear family dispute making Annabeth feel slightly awkward as she observed what should probably be a private conversation.
“Well, maybe you should be, I wont be around forever. You need to find a good man before then.”
“Whatever, didn’t you say I was driving someone?”
“Ah yes” he said standing aside. “Where was it you wanted to go, my daughter very good and will get you there quickly”
“I uh thanks, it’s the Marietus hotel in Rabbat”
“Ok, I know Rabat, if we get there can you direct me?”
“Yes I can do that.”
“Great. Let go then, unless you want to keep talking about me finding a boy in front of a stranger dad?” she said, turning to leave without waiting for a response.
Outside the pair of women walked down the street to a line of parked cars, pulling out the keys Miia opened a rather dusty looking old Peugeot. Throwing her bag in the back seats she grabbed the phone and earpiece out of it. She had meant to phone Courtney but with everything that had happened it had slipped her mind.
“Hi, Im Miia by the way” the young woman held her hand out as they got ready for the drive. Shaking it Annabeth introduced herself.
“So what brings you too Morocco Annabeth, work or holiday?”
“Work, im an archaeologist”
“Awesome, like India Jones” Miia said excitedly.
“Yes, but without the whip or tomb robbing” Annabeth joked, although she was always slightly offended that he was the only “archaeologist” people knew of.
“Did you find anything then?”
Annabeth was suddenly aware that maybe she shouldn’t talk too much about it. She didn’t know when she would be back. While Miia seemed like the honest type there was no telling who she might accidentally mention it to. Her hand subconsciously wandering to her new tattoo and playing with it for a few seconds before she realised what she was doing.
“Uh, maybe….need to get my team out here” It was part truth, part lie and seemed like the most honest thing to say.
“Cool, so you’re from England?”
“Yes, Cambridge”
“Cool” an awkward silence filled the car for a moment as Miia started the car and they thought of something else to say.
“So what about you, without meaning anything negative your English is better than your fathers, have you studied somewhere?” Annabeth asked, trying to change the topic away from herself.
The young driver laughed. “No offense taken, as he puts it he knows the words but doesn’t know the tune. I spent a few years in France where I picked up my English strangely.”
“Ah that explains it”
“What?”
“You have a not Moroccan, not English accent sometimes. I’d been trying to place it but now it all makes sense.”
“What did you study?”
“Music” she said gesturing to her crop top while steering with the other hand, safety clearly not a concern as she weaved through the crowds of people all but ignoring the fact they were on a road.
“Are you a musician then?”
“No, but I love music. I’d love to open my own music store one day, bring a bit of rock to this dreary place” Miia said excitedly.
Looking out the window Annabeth was thinking Miia couldn’t be more wrong as they drove through a flat landscape almost certainly filled with ancient treasures and knowledge.
“Im sorry do you mind if I give a colleague a call?” Annabeth asked fishing her phone out of her pocket.
“Not at all, if you want I can put earphones in and give you some privacy?”
“That’s nice, but it should be ok. But feel free to its probably going to be more interesting than the call” Shrugging Miia took the opportunity, plugging in some earphones which Annabeth could hear from the other side of the car. She wouldn’t need to worry about her overhearing anything.
“Courtney, its Annabeth.”
“Hi, its been a while. Found something good I hope?” came the response from her assistant.
“Yes, its definitely there. A large temple, with fountains and some scriptures I’d love to get you and the guys to have a look at.”
“That amazing. Are you there now, can you send us some images?”
“I….uh” how would she put this. “I think I was drawing some attention from the locals. So I’ve left to make sure it stays in as good of a shape as possible. We need to get the full team out here, but im not sure how safe it is.”
“Is everything ok Annabeth?” Courtney asked, her voice quickly passing from excitement to concern.
“Im on my way back now. Probably being paranoid but I wasn’t alone at the temple so its put me a bit on edge”
“That sounds scary, but if you are sure you are ok, you mean you are coming back here?”
“I…Yes I think that’s best. I can bring back my images and data from the rest of the week and we can plan something more significant out. There might be even more chambers than the ones I’ve found. And uh….” She paused for a moment.
“Hello?” Courtney said loudly into her ear.
“Sorry, I was just going to say there were a few artifacts I spotted.” She said, her hand gravitating towards her arm subconsciously as she spoke.
“Im not sure of their origins or what they might…represent. But maybe we can go through the texts we have and check for it…them”
“Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Are you sure you’re ok, you sound a little worried”?
“No im fine, think the heats getting to me a little bit” she lied, but I should probably get going otherwise this bill is going to be massive.
“Ok, thanks for the update. Be careful and drink lots of fluids” her assistant signed off.
“Thanks Courtney, see you soon”
Hanging up she went wide eyed for a moment as she became aware she had been pressing her arm lightly for a few moments. Her bladder felt fuller but nothing compared to earlier, was she becoming use to it or did it matter how much she held or pressed it… either way she had better get a handle on not pressing it or who knows what might happen.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Miia offering her a large bottle of water.
“sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear”
How the hell could she hear me over the music Annabeth wondered.
Seeing the slightly puzzled look Miia guessed what she was thinking. “My dad always says I have a big mouth and even bigger ears” she said smiling. Taking the water bottle from her driver Annabeth began sipping it, watching Miia pull out her own bottle.
The pair continued to make small talk for a while, getting to know each other for the hours’ drive, but soon they spotted the first signs for Rabbat on the horizon.
“Its just up here on the right, then second left and we should be able to see the sign for the hotel” Annabeth said pointing out of the window.
“Okay”
“So Miia, I should probably have asked this earlier but are you ok to take me somewhere afterwards?”
“Um yeah, if you don’t mind paying a bit extra?”
“Yeah that’s totally fine done worry, happy to pay.” Annabeth said, aware she had budgeted for another week here.
“Okay where too?”
“The airport, if that’s not to far?”
“Uhh….no that’s okay I guess. I didn’t have any plans for today anyway”
“Ok thank you, ill make it worth your while and its this left here” Annabeth directed.
A few moments later the old car pulled up outside the small hotel, a half-lit neon sign flickered slightly. Opening the door Annabeth left her day bag in the car.
“Ok, ill be like 2 minutes” she said rushing up the stairs to the lobby
“But I…” Miia started, but Annabeth was already gone.
She wasn’t quite sure why she was so eager to leave all of a sudden, but taking the stairs two at a time she reached her room on the third floor. Each leap shaking the contents of her full bladder that had continued to fill in the last 30 minutes of the journey. But at least this time she knew it was from the water she had drunk, although she had caught herself again and again touching her arm. There was just something about it and she was becoming annoyed at herself for being so unreasonably drawn to touching it.
Opening her door she remembered the state she had left her room in, clothes and books strewn everywhere. If someone didn’t know better they might have expected this to be the result of a break in. But before she could deal with the clutter she just had to pee, being this close to her toilet had for some reason made her desperation twice as strong. Sitting on the toilet she let out a strong stream that noisily splashed into the water beneath her as for the first time that day she had made it to an actual toilet.
Looking at her clothes as she peed she could still make out the slight discolouration of her accident earlier. Kicking off her trousers and underwear she began undoing her shirt still sat on the toilet. She needed a change of clothes if she was going to spend another day travelling she did not want to do it in clothes covered in her own pee.
Flushing the toilet she stood now completely naked, in this heat a Bra was always killer but if she was going back to England she guessed she should probably wear one. Picking out a matching purple set of underwear she quickly got dressed. Covering them in white slacks and a comfortable light blue shirt she grabbed her suitcase.
Quickly throwing the rest of her scattered belongings into the large suitcase she rushed back down the stairs, passing her key to the bemused looking employee at the front desk. Miia had parked up out front, standing by an open boot she looked a little preoccupied making Annabeth worry she wasn’t really happy to be taking her to the airport.
“Are you sure you don’t mind taking me to the airport? If you have somewhere to be I can get a taxi.”
“No, no. Im happy to take you.” Miia said smiling back at her.
“Okay thank you.” Annabeth replied throwing her suitcase into the boot with one fluid motion.
The ride to the airport was a couple of hours and despite starting off with some more small talk about themselves the car soon fell quiet. The pair of them doing their best to think of random topics to bring up from time to time.
Staring out of the window in another break in the conversation Annabeth found herself playing with her new marking. But this time she was well aware of what she was doing, pressing as lightly as possible she used a finger to inspect the rune. Before now she hadn’t really thought about it too much, but looking at it now she guessed a good clue as to getting it off her was the root of its impact on her body.
The rune looked like one she had seen many times, water of life. She and Courtney had presumed that it had meant a river or something that provides water so life can exist. But maybe that was a miss translation, every animal has its own “water of life” usually referred to as pee. In a weird way it made sense, or at least as much as any of what had happened to her this day. But why would the gods create a power or rune that could make the person wearing it need to pee, as magic goes that’s a pretty crap use of it. Maybe she had been right about its medical properties, flushing illnesses from your body although would that even work she wondered. Where did the liquid come from, did it fill her bladder magically or was it pulling liquid from other parts of her body to do it.
“That’s a cool tattoo, what does it mean?” Miia broke the silence, seemingly noticing her arm that was now on display in her short sleeved attire. “Is it new, it looks like its bothering you, I get the same way when I had mine.”
Suddenly aware that maybe she shouldn’t be flashing it to everyone Annabeth forcefully put her hand over the rune, instantly feeling her bladder respond. Strangely she noticed Miia grimace at the same time, shuffling slightly in her seat as she drove.
“I uh…. Yeah its new” she responded, taking her hand off it and noticing Miia visibly relax. Did that just happen, did her rune effect other people too?
“Does it mean anything” Miia asked again, after a few seconds pause to compose herself.
“I uh, yeah it an Egyptian symbol for…life” again she used her tactic of part true, part not quite true.
“Cool, I really want to get a big one like that but my dad would kill me if I did. He doesn’t even know about the one I do have, thankfully its easy to cover up. Although I have to careful if I wear a skirt, which I basically never do so its not a problem.”
Listening to Miia continue talking Annabeth’s curiosity was getting the better of her again. Touching her arm she had to know if impacted Miia too. Part of her knew it was wrong to do it, but she had to find out what this things capabilities were.
Pressing her arm Annabeth tried to sound calm. “What have you got as a tattoo?” she asked as the familiar pulse and uncomfortable feeling filled her abdomen.
In front of her she watched Miia shuffle again for a few moments before she let go of her arm. Sure enough the young woman’s shuffling stopped, although her legs were much closer together now and kind of bobbing against each other. It had worked, not only did the rune affect her but also the people around her! Maybe that was the real reason the gods or who ever made this had created it, the medical or shamanistic roles this could be involved with now making much more sense.
“Geez, im sorry do you mind I find somewhere to take a break. I really need to pee” Miia said blushing deeply, determined to watch the road and not make eye contact.
“I uh yeah, sorry I should have asked if you needed to go when we got to the hotel”
“Thank you and no its my fault. I kind of did need to go then but I thought I could hold it. I guess all the waters hitting me at once, its come on really quickly in the last few minutes.”
“Ok, its no problem” Annabeth said, feeling guilty for putting her new companion in this position.
Thankfully for both of them a few minutes later a relieved Miia pointed out signs for a nearby road market she had been to before.
“what’s a road market?” Annabeth asked.
“Its kind of like a service station but without all the buildings. Usually nearby farmers wives set up stalls and sell fresh goods to passers-by. Usually, people driving trucks and tourists and hopefully this one has a toilet because I am about to seriously pee my pants right now.” She joked, although Annabeth could sense the truth in what Miia had just said. If she had Known that playing with the rune would impact her as well she would have been more careful, although it was a strange feeling to know she had control over someone else’s body.
Pulling off the busy main road she could see Miia’s legs rubbing furiously against each other, her thighs jiggling as she fought with her seatbelt before springing out of the car leaving the door open. Miia rushed up to one of the stand owners, a middle aged man who appeared cross for some reason. Despite having a rough understanding of the language from this distance she couldn’t make out what was being said, but neither of them were looking happy. Miia was forced to stand with one leg bent and pressed tightly against the other, her hands gesticulating wildly at the man. Eventually Annabeth saw her throw them up into the air before rushing off in the opposite direction. Darting behind a nearby wall she vanished from sight, presumably desperately running towards the outhouse she guessed was back there.
However, from her elevated position about 15 seconds later Annabeth could see a stream of liquid quickly rolling down the slight slope and under the wall. Snaking its way across the tarmacked area and running into a small ditch.
A minute later a much-relieved Miia calmly walked back to the car.
“We should probably get out of here” she said with a defiant grin on her face.
“What was that about?” Annabeth asked as they pulled back out onto the road.
“He was disapproving of my shirt, apparently he thought I shouldn’t be wearing something so revealing. So ironically his comments made me reveal myself even more instead of using their toilet.”
“Oh” was all Annabeth could think of replying as she felt herself blush slightly.
“Sorry, probably too much information there and sorry for needing to pull over, im not sure what happened it came on so quickly.”
Annabeth again looked to the horizon as she stayed quiet, trying not to look guilty or give anything away.
Getting back up to speed on the main road, they were making good time and would be at the airport in no time.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, not too much desperation but revealing a little more of the runes power as Annabeth slowly gets to grips with it (pun intended).
Now she knows its not just her that it impacts, I wonder what this will mean for her in the future. |
Chapter 6: With great power
It had taken her about an hour to get to the airport and rearrange her flights, paying Miia generously for her time and discomfort the pair had parted ways. She had to admit that after being followed by the man at the market it had been nice to have someone with her on the journey, but now she found herself feeling alone in an otherwise busy airport. Passengers buzzing around noisily but none of them taking any notice of her or their surroundings for the most part.
The next plane to England was still a little over two hours from now leading Annabeth to take refuge in the departures McDonalds. Sitting at one of the tables her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten anything other than those spicy insects all day. Ordering herself some food she began to wonder what the man in the temple could have been doing there again. The same questions filling her mind, was he just a local that wandered into the temple? No he couldn’t have been, he knew something was missing from the fountain. Did that mean that the order of Omotet still existed today and if so what was their purpose and more worryingly what would they do if they found out she had the rune on her arm?
A million questions and concerns filled her mind as she tried to make sense of it all, only to be interrupted by the boarding call for her plane. Had she really been sat there for that long, well none of that would matter soon as she would be back in England before long. It might take a bit of explaining to Courtney and the rest of her team, but she was sure they could figure everything out together.
Showing her boarding pass she walked down the isle of the large plane, finding her seat she put her bag in the overhead bin and sat back allowing herself to relax. She felt exhausted, the busy day filed with various perilous situations were taking their toll as Annabeth fell into a deep sleep…
The shadows of her mind shifted across her vision, a swirling black mass appearing in front of her. Dancing at the centre of her vision she outstretched a hand towards the vortex, walking slowly towards it she watched as it separated. Out of the one object three shadowy figures coalesced and mumbled conversation reached her ears as she strained to make out what they were saying. Stumbling forwards she fought against an invisible force that seemed to be trying to slow her progress and keep her out of the conversation.
“I…That…..Others….”
“You should….Another…….Matter we….Tell…”
“Are…...Sure”
She was almost there, Annabeth was hearing most of the conversation despite the force against her seeming to amplify as she got closer. The force almost causing her skin to ripple as if walking into a gale force wind, ripples of light starting to dance across her outstretched hand as she powered forwards in curiosity.
“Yes, im certain” The figure closest to her said clearly. But just as she had made it close enough to force pulsed, pushing her back a few steps, but again she fought forwards.
“For the first... In…..The 12th seal has been found and ……”
“Wait…”
The three shadowy figures in front of her suddenly turned, looking directly at her causing her to freeze in her tracks. The once great force pushing against her now completely absent as she stood in the dark ethereal plane she seemed to be in. An eerie and unnatural silence filling the area.
Her heart started to race as the figures stood still, a foreboding energy now present around her. She had witnessed something she wasn’t supposed to have, for the first time she felt real fear. More than in the temple with the rising water, this was a fear that tugged at the very fibre of her body and filled her mind with dread. It was not a rational fear, nor irrational, it was almost instinctual.
Despite the hazy features of the figures in front of her she could still make out a wicked and crooked smile spread across the distorted face of one of the figures in front of her. An ice cold shiver ran down her spine before she suddenly found herself falling for a moment, slipping through the bonds of the dark floor before jolting herself awake.
Blinking rapidly she was still on the plane, although through her confusion she could tell something was happening around her. A rush of movement, disturbance all around her as the confusion from her dream swirled around her mind. Beating back the disorientation it took her a few moments but then she realised what had been happening, she was holding her arm. As the fog of her nightmare lifted she looked around to see the faces of a number of desperate looking people all jostling for position next to the two toilets. what had she done!
A thought that was reinforced as she felt her bladder throb as the seatbelt dug into her distended bladder. Wincing she quickly released her seatbelt and threw her hand between her legs.
But as bad as she might feel about her own position, she felt even worse about everyone around her. A line of 20 – 25 people had formed at the toilets, not including the few she had seen make a break for the ones at the other end of the plane.
Her mind raced again, she had to do something, she couldn’t be responsible for this many people embarrassing themselves. Worse than that, how would anyone explain it? It would surely get some publicity and she didn’t want that, especially considering the strange dream she had just had. If it was a dream, she could have sworn she had really witnessed that meeting taking place.
Looking around she could tell people were at their wits end, men and women desperately dancing as they pushed against eachother in line. Red faces of embaressment were everywhere as the left toilet opened and a very relieved looking elderly man walked out.
Annabeth wondered how long she had been holding her arm and how much she had filled their bladders, would they all make it?
If only there was a way too…
As she thought this she could feel a strange warmth in her left arm again and then her vision seemed to go hazy for a moment before focusing again. Only this time she could see something, each person was now accompanied by a value. Blinking she tried to shake her head, what was she seeing, how hard had she hit her head in the temple because now she was seeing things, A strange icon now took up part of her sight that she couldn’t seem to ignore, although as she looked through the crowd the numbers changed constantly, what was going on.
As she looked through the crowd, she caught sight of a tall middle-aged woman, her number stood out to her. It read 96% and was the highest she had seen, but what did they mean?
Then something happened that made everything make sense, or at least what the numbers were.
The Blonde-haired woman’s number ticked up to 97% as she let out a quiet moan and doubled over. Her face contorted with discomfort as she fought her desperation but it was no use. Before Annabeth’s eyes she saw a jet of pee shoot out the bottom of the woman’s grey pencil skirt and her number lowered from 97 to 92%. The woman seemed to regain control for a moment but after a few seconds she sobbed as her muscles failed again and this time it was catastrophic. A river of pee snaked its way down both of her stocking clad legs and splattered quietly onto the carpeted floor. The poor woman sobbed as she wet herself surrounded by strangers. To her amazement Annabeth watched as the number quickly fell as the blonde’s bladder drained almost completely, only stopping once it reached 3% and a sizable puddle stretched around the woman’s dripping legs.
Annabeth’s face now burned red alongside the stranger she had just made wet herself. She felt horrible and the look of distress on the woman’s face as she trudged back to her seat in shame did nothing to help it. She needed to do something before the almost two dozen people followed suit.
What could she do, scanning the crowed she could see that people ranged from 60% all the way up to 90%. But she couldn’t exactly arrange them in the order of the bladders, how would she explain that to anyone, and that assumed they would even listen to her in the first place. If only there was a way she could take it from them, if she could bare the brunt for some of them it make them more likely to make it to the bathroom dry. Was this thing capable of such a feat, there was only one way of testing it. How had she done it to see their bladders fullness, she had just thought it and it had happened.
Focusing her mind on the bladder of the most desperate person, a smartly dressed businessman still 3 people from the toilet and who had been sat opposite her in the isle. Annabeth breathed in deeply as she tried to draw the excess fluid from his bladder, she watched as his number dropped and felt her own bladder pulse painfully inside her as the new liquid magically entered it. After just 6% she was forced to stop as she winced in discomfort, feeling her muscles tremble as she squeezed herself even tighter, she knew she had to empty herself soon or risk the same fate as the woman earlier.
Looking at herself she was at 91% but it sure felt like it was 100% as her legs rubbed against each other furiously in her seat. Scanning the passengers still seated she found many of them were only at 30% and would make ideal storage for her pee. But she was caught in another hole, she couldn’t just empty herself as that would make the person on the other end instantly desperate and make the whole situation just as bad. She would have to be tactical and distribute all the extra liquid she had created in the bladders of the poor passengers that were sat near her. Locking onto a young man at just 10% she tried to reverse the process she had just learnt to do. It took her a few attempts but she eventually managed to empty herself into 4 people, leaving each with about half of their capacity left. An uncomfortable fullness but nothing compared to the others in line and something she was sure they could all deal with, at least for now.
Another cry of anguish made Annabeth’s heart skip a beat, looking over she could see wetness quickly spread across the crotch of a young woman’s jeans. Her red face covered by her hands which had been trying to keep her bladder shut but it was no use. Her muscles had given out despite only being at 77%, being near the back of the line she must have lost faith in her ability to hold it long enough to reach the bathroom. Or perhaps different people had different levels of self-control, it made sense that not everyone would have the same endurance.
“Noooo” the woman whimpered as the insides of her jeans continued darkening as a river of pee flowed through the thick material and down her long legs. A large puddle of pee was rapidly spreading across the floor of the plane as a second person wet themselves.
If Annabeth wanted to save as many people as possible she would have to speed up her new found powers. Locking onto a young boy she connected to his bladder and took around 20%, enough to ensure he would make it to the bathroom on time. Next it was time for his mother who was currently pee dancing next to him at a 78% fullness. She wasn’t the most full, but she looked to be the most desperate as she bit her lip in nervousness. Taking another 20% Annabeth was starting to feel full again, but she was getting better at controlling it.
Looking for the next person to transfer her bladder into, Annabeth’s eyes fell on the woman still wetting herself in the isle, maybe this was an opportunity. Locking onto the poor woman Annabeth pushed her bladder onto the young woman who’s river of pee suddenly increased in ferocity again. She had been nearly empty but with the connection established again Annabeth put her half full bladder into her target as still she peed. New streams erupted from the woman wetting herself as she felt her bladder strangely fill again out of nowhere. The puddle was she was creating still spreading around her as she was shocked by just how much she had been holding.
Now empty again Annabeth took her 20% from the next 4 people in line in order if fullness. Slowly she was turning the tide of their bladders. But each time she did it she needed a new person to pass it onto and she was running out of those. If she could manage to find another 10 she could probably stop anyone else wetting themselves and limit the humiliation she had caused.
The process continued with 4 more people filled and 4 more emptied, Annabeth’s bladder was now sending confused signals through to her brain as it was repeatedly filled and emptied. She was concerned with how many more times she could do this and if it might cause any long-term issues. But for now she was full again and her legs jiggled violently as she looked for yet another non-desperate passenger to deposit it in. Her eyes Locked onto a slim young-looking woman a few rows ahead, her light pink shoulder length hair attracting her attention. Connecting their bladders Annabeth pushed her’s emptying around 20% of it into the petite woman, but surprisingly she noticed the targets bladder only filled around 5%. Double checking herself she had removed 20% but where had it gone? Her eyes wide she checked between her fidgeting thighs but everything was thankfully still dry. Connecting again to the pink hair woman she let another 20% flow between them and yet again her bladder only filled 5%.
It kind of made sense that people would have different sized bladders, but to have a bladder 4x larger than her’s would surely put her as having a giant bladder and one far bigger than was normal. Could that be it or was there another explanation, after all she was new to all this. But hearing a young man groan as he clutched himself next to the still occupied bathrooms Annabeth didn’t have time to question it. Emptying herself fully into the same woman she focused on him next, taking 25% she noticed a small streak of wetness on his jeans. Largely unnoticeable but a clear sign she had gotten to him just in time.
Taking similar amounts for 3 others there were just 4 people stood in line still above the 70% mark she guessed it was probably going to be safe to leave them at that level. Being full again she looked around but couldn’t help but find herself looking at the young woman with a seemingly massive bladder, something about her was drawing Annabeth in. From her porcelain and perfect white skin to her bright blue eyes and dark red lips, and yet it felt like it was just how big her bladder was that was the most intriguing aspect for some reason. Before realising quite what she was doing she locked onto the young woman and emptied herself fully yet again, watching the woman’s bladder reach the 68% mark before returning to the line of people still waiting.
Finally, as her bladder finished filling for the 5th time in as many minutes Annabeth couldn’t help herself but take more from these last few. She wasn’t sure why she did it, but something inside her was pushing her to do it, almost like a voice at the back of her head. But then she felt her own bladder spasm heavily inside, her a spurt of pee escaping her control as she pushed past 98% of her bladders capacity. Her eyes went wide as she realised how close she was to having an accident, the dull ache in her abdomen now a sharp stinging sensation as she had inflated herself like a water balloon. But despite having come out of the trance, the same part of her that made her want more had a plan to get rid of it. Focusing back on the young pink haired woman Annabeth pushed with all her might, transferring her full to the brim bladders contents to her target. She was transfixed as in a matter of seconds the woman’s bladder shot from 70% to 80% and then 90% and yet Annabeth wasn’t done.
She could see the poor woman now clutching herself through her tight black leather trousers, gently rocking in her seat as she looked around to the line of people still waiting at the toilets.. A wide eyed and confused look on her face as her typically massive bladder rebelled against her, sweat forming on her forehead as the battle for control of her body sent it into overdrive. Finally at 93% Annabeth ran dry she watched the blue eyed girl fumble with her seat belt and start to stand on shake legs. She now had both hands pressing deeply into her crotch as she took short laboured steps towards the bathroom. The plane shook slightly causing her to stumble, the pink haired beauties face contorted in pain as the floor fell away from her and she stepped heavily. Her white porcelain skin now flushed red with effort as she pushed her body towards the toilets, just three people stood between her and relief, she could wait that long.
As she slowly passed Annabeth in the isle she could see a definite bulge coming out of the woman’s abdomen, the volume of liquid inside her body must have been excruciating as it pushed against her tight trousers. She could hear the heavy and laboured breaths escaping from her target carefully making her way up the plane.
The plane fell again causing the woman to purse her rose red lips and close her eyes, gripping the backs of the seats for support. Thankfully the person in the toilet came out leaving just her and one other person stood in line, she could make it. A quiet Bing noise pulled Annabeth’s attention from the desperate woman for the first time since she had so ruthlessly filled her to near capacity. Looking up she saw the fasten seatbelt sign had come on and now looking away from the woman she suddenly realising what she had done, quickly looking back this time concerned and feeling horrible for how entertaining she had previously found it.
Annabeth began to think she should take a bit out of her, just to make sure she could make it. But turning around she could see the desperate woman but her view was obstructed by an air stewardess who herself was at an uncomfortable 64% but she wasn’t the one Annabeth was trying to save..
“Im sorry im going to have to ask you both to return to your seats, we are entering a patch of turbulence.”
“But, I really need to use the bathroom” responded the man next in que. In reality Annabeth could see he was now only at 64% after what she had taken out of him, but even so If you felt as desperate he had moments before, you probably wouldn’t want to give up the chance to go to the bathroom either.
“Me too” the woman with pink hair added meekly.
“Im sorry it’s a question of safety, it wont be too long. Im sure you can both manage for a few minutes right?” It was phrased as a question but her tone didn’t make it sound like one.
“You’re going to have to return to your seats” she reaffirmed
The plane shook again, this time more violently and to Annabeth’s surprise the desperate woman gave up her position and started to shuffle back to her seat, a look of absolute concern and panic easy to see over her flushed face.
Clutching her bulging abdomen neither her or Annabeth seemed convinced she could last long. Another wave of guilt overcame her just like with Miia, how could she have done this? Trying to focus on the young woman’s bladder to take even a small amount out, she felt a sudden impact on her arm breaking her concentration.
“ooops, im so sorry”
It was the woman sat next to her, she had been asleep but had jolted awake as the plane shook again. Flailing slightly she had punched Annabeth in her arm, a warm pain radiated across her muscle.
“Its ok” Annabeth said, rubbing her arm and trying to sooth the pain.
“I was dreaming about falling and I guess I jerked out and hit you. Are you ok?” The woman asked with a thick Canadian accent.
“Yeah im fine, and don’t worry its probably the turbulence. So technically you were falling.”
“True, and thank you for taking it so well. I’m Joy by the way she added, holding out a hand to shake.
“Nice to meet you, im Anne” she said shaking the woman’s hand. She didn’t usually go by Anne so she wasn’t sure why she had said that. Although she guessed it was the same reason she did it when ordering coffee, you don’t get all the comments about it being unusual.
But realising her concentration had been momentarily broken she returned her attention to the pink haired woman. But unfortunately for both of them, it seemed the unknown woman didn’t have anyone next to her and had taken the window seat this time. Putting her out of the view of Annabeth and try as she might she couldn’t seem to lock onto the woman’s bladder. Maybe it only worked if she could see the bladder she was connecting too?
“Is she a friend of yours?” Joy asked out of nowhere
Slightly shocked and blushing Annabeth realised she must have been staring at the woman and by the looks of it not very subtly.
“I…uh no…. I just feel sorry for her. There was a long line for the bathrooms and she didn’t get a chance to use them.”
“Oh” her seatmate responded, still clearly not convinced of her answer or more confused by it.
It was at this moment Annabeth clicked, Joy hadn’t gotten out of her seat either! She had herself fallen asleep quickly when she had boarded the plane and hadn’t even introduced herself to Joy before she dozed off. At some point her seatmate must have followed her lead and fallen asleep. But even as Annabeth had been playing musical bladders with the people in line, she had forgotten about the sleeping blonde next to her.
Trying not to be too obvious she looked down at Julies bladder out of the corner of her eye, 81%!
Yet she showed no real signs of discomfort, other than her legs being pressed together she would never have known just how full her bladder was. Should she take some out of it to help, but that could make it harder for her to help the pink haired woman when she could finally take some of her’s. Checking her own bladder to see if maybe she could take a little she was surprised to see it almost a third full, kicking herself she realised that when Julie had hit her she had absent mindedly rubbed her arm to sooth the pain. She was really going to have to get the hang of not doing that.
Sure enough as she scanned the passengers that she could see again they all showed 15 – 30%, but thankfully they had all gotten to the toilet before the turbulence hit. Well other than the two that had been told to sit down and Joy.
For the next thirty minutes as the plane occasionally rocked in the air Annabeth would try to catch sight of the young woman sitting several rows ahead of her. Under the rows of seats Annabeth could see her feet furiously jigging on the floor, occasionally stopping as the tops of her legs seemed to angle inwards for a moment. Even from just this she could tell she must be nearing the end of her control. Beside her Julie was still showing little to no desperation as she watched something on the small screen in front of her, her control was impressive even as she neared 86% fullness.
A bing made her look upwards, hoping to see the fasten seatbelt sign finally dim, but it was still on. Instead the sound seemed to be signalling an announcement and a few seconds later their descent into Heathrow was announced. While not exactly what she had hoped for, if the pink haired woman just out of sight could just hold on a little longer they would be on the ground.
While she was a frequent flyer herself Annabeth had to admit that the decent was far from calm, it seemed a thunderstorm had moved into their flightpath. She began to worry that they would end up circling or be diverted, meaning more time for the desperate woman to hold on. But she was happy to feel the plane dip its nose and start its landing procedures.
Heavy rain lashed the side of the plane as it violently shook, moving horizontally as the skilled pilots battled the averse conditions to bring the plane down safely. Finally breaking through the clouds she could see the ground rapidly approaching, but with a final twist the plane made a heavy landing. Bouncing slightly off the ground she crossed her fingers they wouldn’t have to do another go around, but another more gentle thud signalled they had made it down.
A few relieved rounds of applause went around the plane as Annabeth herself breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh god that almost made me wee myself” Joy laughed and a quick almost subconscious check showed her bladder now at 90% inside the surprisingly calm woman.
Wait…!
Looking forwards a few rows she was horrified to see that at least one other passenger had not been so lucky. A deluge of piss was now raining off the seat of the young woman that Annabeth had so ruthlessly filled to the brim. The heavy contact with the floor clearly too much for her brimming bladder which had seemingly exploded all over the aircraft. Her face burned red for the woman she had done this too, yet she was in awe of just how much liquid was falling between the legs of the woman she couldn’t see.
Thankfully at least from her position she couldn’t hear any sound of the accident unfolding, the loud noise of the engines and rumble of the wheels on tarmac hopefully covering up any splashing noises. But it was surely only a matter of time before someone noticed what was happening and it made her feel terrible.
It took almost two full minutes for the absolute waterfall from the seat to stop, by which point the plane had taxied its way up to the gate. Finally the seatbelt signs were turned off and the mad dash for the exit started, people haphazardly grabbing bags from overhead bins and trying to make it to passport control first. Joining the rush Annabeth grabbed her bag and made her way off the plane, making sure not to look at the pink haired woman who still seemed to be sitting and waiting for everyone else to get off first.
What had overcome her, why did she fill her so much and more worryingly why had she enjoyed the feeling of manipulating her and the other passengers bladders so much, she wondered as she stepped off the plane into the brisk English weather.
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Another chapter down and another power has been discovered, what else might this rune be capable of.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, finally a bit more of the Omo content im sure you are all waiting for.
Also Thank you all so much for the positive comments, you are all too kind!
Edited February 13, 2021 by Markj9494
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Chapter 7: Missed chances
Stepping onto the waiting bus that would take them to the terminal Annabeth grabbed one of the handles hanging from the roof and looked back towards the plane. It seemed that almost everyone had gotten off and now a single shady figure was slowly trudging towards them. Even in the darkness she knew it was the pink haired woman who had peed and as if to make her feel more guilty all eyes turned towards the woman as they waited. As she stepped onto the bus her only saving grace was the fact her leather trousers showed no sign of her accident although her grey fabric daps on the other hand were still squelching and several shades darker. Staring down at the floor to avoid eye contact, Annabeth could see the sodden material still leaving marks on the plastic floor of the bus as her soaked shoelaces draped across the floor.
Blushing madly as she thought back to what she had done Annabeth closed her eyes for a moment, the second-hand embarrassment getting the better of her but thankfully after a few minutes the bus ferried them to the arrivals gate. Walking off quickly she once again avoided looking at the wet woman, hoping to never see her or cause anyone else to disgrace themselves again.
Finally inside the warmer building Annabeth couldn’t help but Yawn as she walked towards passport control, she was still a little tired but despite the strange dream she was feeling better for the nap, in fact she actually felt better than she had in days. Although, as she looked forwards that good feeling was starting to disappear as she approached the booths, a dozen people already standing in line for the single booth that seemed to be open at this time of the night. This was the biggest airport in the UK, how was this sort of thing allowed to happen.
Sighing deeply she took her place in line, getting out her phone and watching as the elderly official squinted at the passport of one of the many people ahead of her. His movements and behaviour signalling she might be here for some time.
Opening up her phone she sent off a text to Courtney, her assistant had offered to meet her at the airport so they could talk about what she had found. Although that last part still had her feeling a little uneasy, how would she explain what was going on with her. She trusted her long-time assistant more than basically anyone else, so while she would do so reluctantly she figured she should probably tell her the whole story.
Clicking send she looked up again, unsurprised to see the line hadn’t moved in the minute she had been looking at her phone. But ahead of her a flicker of movement caught her eye, a slight movement that should have gone unnoticed. But looking past a couple of the people next to her she could see the blonde hair of Joy rustling a little as she stood in line ahead of her. Annabeth was sure she would have made a dash for the ladies rooms given she admitted almost wetting herself 5 minutes ago on the plane.
Glancing around her Annabeth wondered who she was looking for as she prepared to scan their bladders, the weird intimacy of her new powers still making her feel like she should be hiding what she was doing despite no one else being able to see it. Looking at Joy it would have been impossible to tell just how full her bladder was, even as Annabeth caught site of the fullness of her bladder it just left her amazed by the will of the woman. Joy was acting like it was any other day and showing no signs of desperation despite being at 94%, higher than many of those on the plane had wet themselves at. Despite this the blonde woman was standing casually with her legs pressed together but showing very few outward signs of needing to pee. Her control and fortitude must have been truly complete as she stood there, her bladder clearly bulging out several inches and yet she was the master of it. But even so, she should probably do something about how close she was to losing control.
Locking onto Joy she was about to take some out of her bladder, given that she was the one person who Annabeth still felt responsible for. But as she watched the number tick up 95% and saw no discernible difference in Joys behaviour, she was curious to see at what point the other woman would crack. After all, it didn’t really matter at what point she took some out.
Letting the odd connection she felt between their bladders stop for a moment she wondered if Joy would show any signs even as she began to lose control, or would she make it thought the line and to the bathroom? Given she was new to this she supposed anything was possible.
Another step forwards a minute later left just 8 people ahead of her, 5 before Joy. If her seating companion could hold out a few more minutes she was sure to make it, although part of her was hoping this would go on as long as possible. There was something intriguing about watching a beautiful woman try to hide her need, adorning to the societal need to be proper and not squirm around like an unruly child.
“Im so sorry, oh god, oh god, oh god.” Came a quiet murmur from behind her, a heavily pregnant woman waddling past Annabeth with both hand pressed deeply into her crotch.
“Sorry…Sorry…Sorry” Came the apologetic husband, awkwardly waving a hand in apology as they pushed ahead to the front of the line.
“Im sorry, can I just…” The woman asked Annabeth, indicating in front of her. “Im about to pee myself, the baby is kicking my bladder and it was already full after that flight.” She added awkwardly, blushing deeply as she admitted her need. Her legs stepping up and down on the spot as she continued to grip herself.
“Yeah sure” Annabeth said letting her in, she was in no rush and to be fair she still felt like she owed the karmic gods some favours after what she had done to the three woman on the plane. Although letting her through wasn’t really the same, perhaps given her new powers she could actually do some good for those in need.
Felling a buzz in her pocket she was momentarily distracted, pulling out her phone and seeing a message of Courtney saying she was already here and waiting in the carpark out front.
Looking back the pregnant woman was repeating the same process with the next man in the line of passengers, slowly bargaining her way to the front. Remembering what she was doing Annabeth checked out the woman’s bladder seeing it sat at an uncomfortable 93%, before suddenly peaking at 99% for just a split second then returning to 93%. Was her new vision able to pick up on even the impact of a baby kicking the woman’s bladder internally? Either way she felt a new urgency as she realised she had very few moments to spare, any kick from the baby could spell disaster for the young to be mother.
Connecting to her Annabeth started to use her new found powers to magically pull the liquid from her target’s bladder, a warm feeling rushing through her body and a new tightness forming in her abdomen. Siphoning it off slowly to not raise any questions she could almost see the woman relaxing a little as she passed the 80% mark. But even now another kick sent it right back up to 85% and Annabeth realised she would have to take enough so that no matter what happened the woman would be saved from wetting herself. But passing though 70% Annabeth felt the first fork of pain in her own bladder. A deep cramp making her wince and she felt the connection weaken a little.
Fighting through the discomfort she finally stopped once the woman hit 65%, hopefully a safe point with a third of her capacity to go. Placing a hand on her own bladder Annabeth took a deep breath, fighting off the spasms caused by her rapidly filling organ. Checking her own fullness, a talent that was coming in handy today she was surprised to see it at 79%. Again it seemed that her earlier activities and now this had left her far fuller than she had anticipated. But looking up as she checked the pregnant woman’s bladder for the last time Annabeth simply closed her legs tightly, this was the least she could do considering her earlier actions.
But as the pregnant woman slotted continued moving up the line she passed Joy, who herself was now standing very awkwardly. Slightly red faced she had smiled politely and let the dancingly desperate woman through despite her own extreme fullness. Puffing out her cheeks Joy bent at the waist, the first true sign of her discomfort as she wiped a way a bead of sweat gathering on her forehead. 96%! She had reached and despite the momentary loss of composure she soon stood upright, her left leg bent and pushing into her other leg closely. Annabeth could see her calves flexing every few moments as she fought the immense pressure building inside her. But thankfully over the next few minutes things seemed to be speeding up with a number of people going through quickly.
“I don’t even think you had to pee!” Came an annoyed shout from the woman behind Joy who seemed to almost wince at the suggestion.
“Im sorry?” The pregnant woman shot back, the comment clearly aimed at her since she had stopped dancing now Annabeth had taken much of her load.
“Now you are almost at the front you seem a lot more comfortable. I don’t think you even have to pee. You should feel ashamed, using your pregnancy to get things.”
“Ignore her Kate” The husband said, trying to turn his angry looking wife away from the confrontation.
But to his despair Annabeth could see the fire in the woman’s eyes.
“Excuse you, I wasn’t lying and I still need to pee badly but the baby has thankfully stopped kicking my bladder so I should be able to manage.” Kate shot back angrily.
“Well that’s convenient isn’t it.” The other woman added, pushing past Joy to confront Kate even closer, slowly walking around her as the que moved leaving the pair of them next in line.
“He wants our passports love” Kates husband said stood next to the booth, holding out a hand.
“Oh no you don’t” The angry woman protested, walking in front of them and placing a hand blocking them from entering the area of the booth checks.
“Do we have a problem here?” The tired booth man asked.
“Yes we do sir, this woman pretended to need the bathroom so she could cut in line.”
“Is this true mam.” He asked half-heartedly.
“No it is most certainly not.” Katy said crossing her arms as her husbands dropped to his sides in a resigned manner.
“Well mam, I cant prove if someone needs to pee or not so im not sure what you want me to do about it?” He said, the mouth of the accusing woman hanging open in disbelief.
“Well I would like to speak to your manager then!” She said, joining Kate in folding her arms.
Behind them Annabeth saw Joy double over again as the progress she was making suddenly stalled, her eyes shutting for a moment as her leg muscles tensed fiercely.
It took an agonising, at least for Joy, 4 minutes for the portly looking passport control manager to arrive. His short legs and stature revealing a man more at home behind a desk than on the front lines of airport security. But the in the booth quickly filled him in, leaving him scratching his head before approaching the two women.
“Im sorry mam, but if I understand it all of these people let her through voluntarily so even if she was lying there is nothing we can do.” He shrugged, a smile appearing on Kates face.
“That’s because she was lying to them, to me!”
“Well, if you want to go through first you can and we can get this line moving.”
“That’s not the point” The angry woman retorted with a face red enough that Annabeth was expecting steam to start coming out of her ears.
“Well im sorry it’s the only thing we can do.”
“Its not good enough…Fine I will take this into my own hands. I am not moving from this spot until this woman goes all the way to the back of the line.” The woman said, taking a step and blocking the one person wide doorway into the booth.
97%! Annabeth could see Joy was really starting to struggle. Her composure was leaving her although her strength and bladder control was still something to marvel.
More minutes passed as she stood in the way, the two guards trying to mediate or get the line moving but nothing seemed to be working. Eventually the manager left saying he was going to try and find someone else to open another booth so people could start moving, but who knew how long that would take. Judging by the ticking time bomb of Joy it would probably be too long.
She had to do something, Locking onto Joy she once again started the process of taking some from the woman’s bladder. But as soon as the connection was established, she felt her own bladder pulse.
97%....96%...Oh god!
Annabeth threw her hands between her legs as she accidentally put some back into Joy, 96% it was. Looking down her own bladder had now hit 89% and she was in serious danger of losing it all now if this line didn’t start moving soon! Straightening up she tried to regain control over her breath but even that seemed to cause pain to radiate out her bladder that had been so abused today. She couldn’t hold it, she had to get rid of some.
That’s when the thought came to her, maybe she could solve these two issues in one go. Connecting her bladder to that of the woman in the doorway and blocking her and Joys escape she noticed it sitting at a comfortable 40%, plenty of room she thought to herself. But instead of being careful as she had with others Annabeth just went for it, the woman’s bladder fullness rocketing up like a ticker machine at a petrol station. 50, 60, 70, 80, 90% in a matter of moments she had almost completely filled it and half emptied her own.
“Oh shit!” The woman cried out as she grabbed her abdomen, her legs scissoring wildly as she slammed them against each other. Her face covered in a deep grimace as she found herself suddenly and extremely desperate to pee.
“Oh god…oh god” she muttered, her hand grabbing the walls of the booth unsteadily.
“I…..I…..have to go.”
Still doubled over she let out a pained grunt causing a look of concern from some of those in line, but a knowing smile appeared on Kate as she realised what the expression was for. It was a feeling that she, Annabeth and poor Joy were extremely familiar with.
“Mam?” The booth attendant asked.
Doubled over the woman stayed rooted to the spot, but as Annabeth saw her bladder tick up to 94% it was like a spring was released inside her. Standing bolt upright with a look of fear in her eyes she bolted for it, running past the booth and towards the toilet she was hoping was on the other side in a surprising turn of speed.
“Hey!” The Booth attendant shouted, pointing to the woman making a mad dash past him.
Almost on que a while blew and two large security agents appeared out of nowhere. Charging out of another area they tackled the late thirties woman to the ground, a loud grunt filling the corridor.
Moments passed as those in line with her watched in silence and awe of the spectacle of the woman trying to run the port so to speak.
“Why…” A cry came before the woman was picked up by the two men, her hands now contained in pair of cuffs as she was restrained. Her grey work slacks now darkening all around her and the once posh white top yellowed and transparent on her right side from where her pee had burst from her as she was tackled and led on the ground. Even as she was being led off a trail of glistening pee could be seen streaking down her legs and leaving a mess behind them.
“Next” The attendant shouted, far more awake now that this had happened and surprising everyone in line who were still in shock.
Now with his adrenaline spiked he made his way through the rest quickly and Annabeth was happy to see him process Joy in record time, she had saved her, all she had to do was make it to a bathroom as the still composed but stressed looking woman walked past the puddle on the floor that in a weird way was partly hers.
A couple of minutes later Annabeth herself was let through and she could finally collect her bag, although unsurprisingly she had still made it through before they had unloaded the plane.
Standing in the baggage collection she stared longingly at the conveyor belt and a few minutes later it sprung to life as the first random collection of items appeared.
Soon her bag was slowly rotating towards her, but outreaching her hand another person grabbed it from the line.
“Hi sorry, I think that’s mine.”
“Oh sorry…Oh its you” The woman said as Annabeth weaved through the crowd to see Joy holding her bag. A smile on her flushed face but an immense look of discomfort visible in her eyes.
“I…uh hi…sorry I think that’s mine?” Annabeth said confused, had she not peed. Looking down at the bag she glanced over and sure enough 98%, she must have been in so much pain and yet here she was, stood waiting for her bag and not dashing to the loo’s like anyone else would be.
“Oh yeah sorry.” Joy said, her face grimacing and her torso twitched slightly, a hand falling to her heavily distended midsection.
Grabbing her bag Annabeth was slightly in shock, how was this woman still so composed.
“Thanks, have…have a nice day” Annabeth rambled slightly, getting a nod from the blonde woman who gently brushed another layer of sweat from her forehead.
Wheeling her bag away she couldn’t help but look back at Joy, her legs tightly crossed and lips pursed as she gently rocked where she stood. 98%! What was this woman’s bladder made of.
Standing idly by in awe of Joy she watched for a couple of minutes as joy continued to squirm unnoticeably to most people, her bulging bladder easy to see if you looked but easy to miss if you didn’t. Finally, Joys bag came and she grabbed it as quickly as she could, her cheeks puffing out again in discomfort.
But again as Annabeth watched she didn’t make an immediate dash for the ladies, she simply wheeled towards the front of the airport.
In pure fascination Annabeth followed her, unable to believe what she was seeing as Joy continued past the ladies room with no que and out to the front of the airport. A few moments later she flagged down a cab as Annabeth stayed somewhat in the entrance behind joy, watching in disbelief as she let the cabbie load her suitcase into the car and very carefully got in, closing the door with a bladder that was 99% full. Surely she must know how close she is to wetting herself and now she was risking wetting a strangers car. But that wasn’t the worst of it, Annabeth had no resolution, none at all.
Instead of feeling bad about filling her to capacity, Annabeth now found herself wishing she had added just that little bit more. Her seat mate was escaping her view and leaving her with an agonising hole in the moment. Where was she going, would she make it, why hadn’t she filled her more! Annabeth thought to herself again as she watched the cab with the absolutely full Joy pull away from her.
But a few moments later a call of her name snapped her out of it, turning she could see Courtney waving at her from across the road.
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Chapter 8: Through the looking glass.
“So you found it then, the fountain of youth!” Courtney said excitedly as she drove through the outskirts of Cambridge.
Annabeth had spent the last hour explaining what she had found, from the inscription to the few scrolls she had managed to hold onto as she ran. They still needed to be translated, but she hoped they would help explain some of what was going on with her and the part of the story she had been putting off telling her assistant.
“So there was something else…” Annabeth said, pausing and still trying to get the phrasing right in her own head.
“What another artefact?” Courtney asked as she glanced from the road to look at her.
“uh yeah, a tablet with a rune on it. It was in the fountain I found in the main chamber.”
“What was on it?” her assistant asked as she sped down the dark road.
“It was the same symbol that we have seen a few times, Erzulie’s rune but it was different, it was…yellow.” Annabeth finished, now realising why the colour may have been just that and feeling her skin flush.
“Well I mean most of our texts are in black and white so it could be that. Did you bring it with you, maybe we can compare it to the texts at the university?”
“Kind of…” Annabeth paused, feeling her cheeks start to burn red with embarrassment, here it came, the awkward bit.
“What do you mean kind of?” Courtney asked, looking at her and away from the road for slightly longer than made Annabeth comfortable.
“Uh…well…” But looking out the window she recognised where they were. “Ok just head up there, my place is like 2 minutes away…I’ll explain there.”
“Ok sure. Im kind of glad actually, Ive been needing to pee for like an hour now. I forgot to go before I came to get you and haven’t gone since lunch.” Her friend casually admitted to her.
“Oh” was all Annabeth could say as she her mind began flooding with images of the day she had had, but that did give her an idea at least.
Looking at her watch it was approaching 9pm and sure enough as she used her new power to scan over the self-proclaimed desperate Courtney, she could see her driver at 82%. Connecting to her bladder, she slowly withdrew the liquid that was sitting inside her friend. Since there was no rush she did it much slower this time, trying to give her own bladder enough time to adjust and not cause any issues.
Feeling a twinge and reaching 85% herself she was unsurprised to see that Courtney was still 40% full, given what she was learning about different sized bladders today. Her assistant always had been one to skip bathroom breaks and down the coffee during study sessions, yet she was never one to excuse herself. So despite taking over 66% of her own bladder for only 42% of Courtney’s fullness, she knew her assistant could cope easily.
Pulling up to her house she couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together slightly, glad to be home for more than one reason now. Grabbing her bag from the boot of the car she unlocked her house, grateful she had tidied up before going away. Sliding her suitcase under a table in the hallway she exhaled deeply as her bladder cramped inside her.
“Do you want something to drink, tea?” She offered, unsure if she actually wanted some or just to postpone the conversation a couple more minutes.
“Um, yeah sure” Courtney said, still standing a little awkwardly in the hallway.
“Cool, well if you want to take a seat at the table ill bring it over.”
“So what was this about the tablet artefact, you were a little coy about if you had it. Don’t worry I wont report you to the authorities from tomb raiding.” Courtney joked a couple of minutes later from the table.
“I uh, yeah well I sort of have it” Annabeth reiterated as she carefully walked towards her holding two steaming mugs of tea.
“Didn’t you say you have to pee.”
“Oh yeah sorry, I guess it just went back up.” Courtney smiled awkwardly as she accepted her cup.
“What if it didn’t?” Annabeth said kind of meekly, her embarrassment easy to see although Courtney was too confused by the comment to really notice.
“Uh…I think I know if I need to pee. Is everything ok you seem a little off and that was a little weird to ask” She replied, a confused look on her face.
“Ok so, keep that in mind when I show you this.” Annabeth said, unbuttoning her shirt and sliding out her arm, the rune on full display.
“You got a tattoo?” Courtney asked clearly shocked, her hand outstretching to touch it.
“Hey, don’t do that” Annabeth said, pulling her arm out of the way, her bladder already too full to be pressing on the rune.
“Sorry, does it hurt?”
“No, its not that its…........ Ok, so you know the tablet I touched?”
“You touched the tablet?”
“I found the tablet in the fountain and I went to pick it up so I could get a better look at it. When I did it kind of burst into energy and then I had this on my arm.”
Smiling Courtney scoffed, “Sure you did, is this a joke of some kind. If you got drunk with some Moroccan man and got a tattoo you don’t have to make up a story to cover it up.”
“That’s not the weirdest bit…Its given me abilities” Annabeth paused, her face flushing deeply again and feeling her bladder pulse inside her as she squirmed for more than one reason.
“What, are you in X-Men now, do you have super strength, maybe you can teleport or…
“Im Serious Courtney, I can do things I could before.”
“Like what?”
“Well…like control liquid”
“Ok…” But Courtney was clearly still unconvinced. “move my tea, make it fly into the air.” she retorted. Annabeth realised she must have just thought that she was trying to get one over on her, not that it made the next words that stumbled out of her any less awkward.
“Not that kind of liquid.” she said quietly.
“What then?” Courtney asked, taking back the cup she had been holding towards Annabeth.
“I can…I can control peoples need to pee, or their bladder, or their pee or something weird like that. And before you say anything I know how insane this sounds, trust me ive been trying to think of a way of explaining this to you the entire car ride.”
“You can control peoples pee?” Courtney’s stuttered, her eyebrows so far up her forehead they had almost merged with the rest of her hair.
Coughing a couple of times Annabeth thought she saw her friends face blush before she looked down into her tea “Not what I would have chosen as a super power.” Courtney joked quietly. In a weird way it actually made her feel a little better that Courtney seemed to be making less fun of her, although there was clearly still a look in her eye that suggested she was looking or trying to figure something out about what Annabeth was saying.
“So you know you said you needed to pee and then it went back up, it didn’t. I took it out of you.”
“You what?” Courtney blushed deeply again as she looked up at her even more shocked than before.
“I can see how full your bladder is and…move it” At this point Annabeth’s voice was cracking a little as she rushed through the explanations without waiting or ignoring her friends questions. She could feel her throat becoming dry as she admitted for the first time to someone else, the crazy things that she had been doing all day.
“So, you want me to believe that you went to Morocco and found a temple hidden for centuries. Inside that temple was a tablet that you touched, which then imprinted itself on your arm. But not only that, it gave you some magical mystical powers to control when people need to pee?”
“Like I said, I know it sounds weird.”
“Annabeth, it doesn’t sound weird, its sounds impossible, maybe you just needed to pee and it went away, or maybe you just saw things that you thought were one thing and were another. Or…”
Annabeth was listening to her ramble, she still didn’t believe her, or maybe she did and she was trying to rationalise it in her own mind. But there was one way of proving it to her…
“Ok look, I understand if you don’t believe me. But I can prove It to you.”
Stopping talking Courtney gave her an inquisitive look, “How?”
“How do you think, just stand over there for a minute.” Annabeth said. “Do you have to pee right now?”
“Kind of, I mean I did but It doesn’t feel as urgent now” Courtney shrugged.
“Ok…so what about now…” Annabeth said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she locked bladders with her friend and started the fluid transfer. All of the liquid she had taken from her earlier started flowing back into the dark haired woman opposite her. A few seconds in she could see Courtney press her knees together, a slight look of discomfort overcoming her as her cheeks blushed. A few moments longer and as she passed 75% capacity, she tried to slyly put her left leg behind the other, crossing them gently as she pursed her lips.
“I mean, this doesn’t prove anything, I probably just needed to go, and now you have me stood here its just come back.” She tried to bluff, her legs beginning to fidget and bounce into one another slightly.
Nearing 90% Annabeth finally ran out, her reserves gone but her point having been made.
“Ok, I do have to go now.” Courtney said nervously as she quickly turned, dashing up the hallway and into her friends bathroom that she had seen one a previous late night session here.
A few minutes later she emerged from the hallway, straightening her shirt she sat back down opposite Annabeth and grabbed her still hot cup.
“Ok, so im not saying I believe you, but if any of this is true... What do we do now and how does it even work. Like…how did you fill my bladder, if you did.”
“Well, I definitely did, but I don’t know how. As for what we do, I think the first step is to go back to the research, see if there is anything that talks about this. I mean how many times did we adjust the language because we didn’t think the translation was right, maybe it was and we just thought it was too weird.” Annabeth said, her mind starting to get back into gear.
“Ok, but now I think you should go back through everything that happened, and this time don’t miss any bits out.”
“I…ok” Annabeth said as she looked down into her empty cup. She hated to talk about this, to remind herself of her own weakness and also what she had done to the others on the plane. But if she wanted Courtney's help she should probably start being completely honest with her.
A short while and a couple of more cups of tea later Annabeth’s cheeks had finally stopped burning from embarrassment as she admitted wetting herself in the temple for the third time, Courtney wanting to be thorough on everything she had done inside it.
“Ok…” Courtney said looking down at the notes she had taken, something Annabeth would kill her for if they ever got out. “So you said that not being able to see the person stops you being able to affect them, but what about windows. If you can see them but there is a barrier does that work?”
“I…don’t know.” Annabeth said, genuinely curious, it wasn’t something she had thought about.
“Why don’t we try it?”
“Shouldn’t we wait until the morning, its getting pretty late.”
“Oh that reminds me, we have that conference in London tomorrow that I guess you should come to since you are back. But anyway, its just a couple of quick tests, nothing serious.” Courtney said, standing and walking quickly towards the front door.
“What are you doing?” Annabeth asked as she walked towards the door, she had just literally said she was going to stay.
“Come on, try and fill me on the other side of your window. I just want to see if it works.”
“Fine” Annabeth said, feeling a little like a stage horse to her friend. But standing at the window she too was a little curious to see if it would work.
Staring at Courtney she focused her mind as she had done so many times that day, it was almost like second nature now. After an initial waviness to her vision that was new, she did manage to get a lock on her friends relatively empty bladder. Breathing deeply she once again transported the pee from her own bladder into the one on the other side of the window. There was an initial resistance but soon it flowed as easily as it had done before and soon she was empty and the cups of tea now sat in Courtney who seemed to almost be shrugging like she still couldn’t feel anything.
Beckoning her in she rushed in, “Man its cold out there, did it work?”
“You don’t feel anything?” Annabeth asked curiously.
“Not really, I mean the cold always makes me have to pee more anyway, so its hard to tell if it was that or something else. Did you manage it, did it work?”
“Yeah it seemed too, it was a little harder than with nothing in between us but still doable.”
“Ok…what about a picture” Courtney asked.
“Come on, its getting late.” Annabeth said,
Ignoring her she watched as Courtney took out her slightly battered phone and took a picture before handing over the phone to her. “Ok look at that and see if it works”.
“I don’t have to go, and I don’t think ill get any out of a photo anyway.”
“Just press the rune, if it works like you say it does.”
Oh god, she usually loved her assistants energy and drive for discoveries but now she just wanted a moment of peace and to get some sleep. Sighing she gripped her arm for a few moments, the deep energy she had felt before came pulsing out again, the warming sensation flowing through her body as she felt her bladder fill.
“Ok, but this is the last test for tonight.” Staring at the photo Courtney had just taken she tried to lock on, but try as she might there was a weird haze forming before her eyes. It was almost as if what ever ancient power was doing this recognised the form in front of it was a person, but it was failing to find a bladder to connect too. Trying to focus her mind did little to her power as she failed to connect to the static image of her friend.
“Nope, nothing.” Annabeth said slightly resigned as she handed the phone back.
“What about video, or maybe it has to be live?” Courtney said as she fumbled with her phone intent on trying something else.
“I said last test, lets just call it a night and get some rest and start again in the morning.”
“Ok, you’re right I’m sorry. Its just so…new?”
“The word you are looking for is weird and yeah I know, but I’m beat.”
“Yeah…but do you think it has a limit, like distance or amount, is it temporary?” Courtney said smiling and clearly thinking this was funny.
Crossing her arms Annabeth grabbed the rune on her arm gently as she looked at her friend continuing to make comments, if she had been given these powers she may as well use them to fight back against her friends jokes.
“Do you think its magic, or are you like a god now?”
“Finding this funny are you?” Annabeth joked, trying to keep her voice level as she felt her bladder spasm lightly as it began to fill. But that did bring up an interesting question, could she press the rune and transport its contents into a bladder at the same time. Trying to connect to Courtney she felt the energy peak before her vision went hazy and her head began to feel light before the energy stopped and she was seemingly just transferring her bladders contents at an incredibly fast pace.
“Well, I do find it a bit funny. You are the most down to..to earth and rational pe…person I know…OH” Courtney said as she doubled over, a hand flying between her legs as Annabeth let go of the rune while trying to shake the feeling from her head that had overcome her.
Courtney now stood in silence with her legs pressed tightly together and her hands bunched up between them for a moment, the statue pose lasted for the briefest of moments before she let out a low groan, before going wide eyed and dashing off towards the toilets.
“You suck” She shouted over her shoulder back to Annabeth who was still trying to shake the feeling, her head still light and confused about what she had just done. Even her memories seemed a little hazy. Even worse, as her feelings returned she became aware of a small warm sensation between her legs, sure enough as she looked down she could see a tiny wet spot on her own clothes. What ever had just happened she hadn’t escaped completely free, and neither it seemed had Courtney.
“You owe me a new set of underwear.” Her friend complained as she reappeared. How long had she been gone, she wasn't usually a quick peeing person. Or had she just been stood here longer than she thought she had been?
“look im sorry…I…”
“Oh don’t take it so seriously, although I may have to rethink our relationship if you keep making me almost wet myself for my bad jokes. But I think you might be right, I didn’t realise the time and should probably get a move on. Bus leaves from the campus at 8am.” Courtney said gathering up her belongings and starting to put her coat on.
“Ok, thanks by the way. Although, can we not mention this to anyone else please. At least not yet.”
“Sure, no problem.” Courtney smiled, the pair hugging and parting ways.
Sighing Annabeth inspected her pants, sighing and staring up at the ceiling as she trudged into her bedroom.
Despite telling Courtney earlier how late it was, now she was there and laying in bed Annabeth just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The questions and memories she still had kept floating through the silence of her room and mind, she just needed some background noise.
Flicking the TV on she changed it to the local late night news station, she had been away for a little while so she wondered if anything had changed.
Although immediately she regretted it, groaning she remembered they had replaced the nice elderly woman with the worst possible person. Jackie Talent, the popular bully and cheerleader from her secondary school that had made her life a living hell. If someone had grown up just watching teen flicks and identifying with the popular girl in them, they wouldn’t have been as close as the real life trope that was the blue eyes blonde haired woman sat at the desk barely able to read the teleprompter before her.
In reality she probably wasn’t the same person Annabeth knew a decade earlier, but to her she would always be that girl.
Whether it was the sight of her childhood rival, the inability to sleep, or Courtney’s questions Annabeth soon found an idea forming in her mind. Once again, she pressed the rune as she watched the woman talk about the case of a missing sheep found after 2 years half way across the county. She wasn’t sure if it was in spite or ambition, but even as her bladder started to complain she held on, testing her limits as she pushed on to 95% fullness. More than a dull ache, pain radiated across her abdomen as she groaned, her legs twisting together as she led on the bed.
Letting go she knew she had to be quick about this as she felt a spasm erupt inside her muscles that had been suddenly called into action.
Staring at the screen she frowned, forcing her mind almost through the glass like she had the window. But this time instead of going into her garden on the side of it, she was trying to move it into another building miles away from her. But fighting through the haze with determination she saw the vague outline of something forming before her eyes. Pressing on she watched it take shape and felt the connection establish itself with her target even over such a distance.
With the connection established she began to push, this time against a considerable amount of resistance. But once again she pushed on, like pushing a heavy object up hill she managed to get the transfer started. Watching Jackie’s number fullness tick up agonisingly slowly, a layer of sweat forming all over Annabeth as she took deep breaths to keep the transfer going.
Under the desk she could see Jackie’s feet start to tap, it was working!
Soon the relaxed and professional demeanour of the woman had been replaced by a ridged pose, Jackie’s eyes looking around nervously as she felt her small bladder start to swell inside her tight dress out of nowhere.
Reaching 70% and she began to stumble over her words a little bit, pursing her lips and legs clearly jiggling beneath the desk with a rigor that was clearly distracting her co-host. Her long shapely legs dancing on the spot a sight the middle-aged man seemed to be fascinated with.
At 85% her left hand disappeared under the desk as she looked around genuinely worried, her eyes locking onto someone left of the came and probably her producer.
“I…I…um, our, our ne next…” Jackie's mouth hung open as her eyes went wide and her whole body seemed to freeze for a moment.
92% and that was all she could take, the blonde standing and rushing off screen in a blur as Annabeth felt the connection drop.
Groaning loudly she felt herself begin to wet herself again, the loss of connection clearly resulting in her going back to emptying her bladder the old fashioned way. But thankfully she had emptied enough that it wasn’t hard to do so.
Laying back and trying to catch her breath, Annabeth could feel the sweat coating her body from the apparent exertion start to cool. A satisfied smile appearing on her face as she led there and finally, she felt herself drift off to sleep. The Tv showing the shocked face of Jackie's co-host who had been left on his own.
“Uhh…Well, lets go a little bit earlier to Jeff over on the weather.” He stammered.
“Thanks Phill, well it looks like its going to be a cold one tomorrow so make sure to wrap up warm.” |
Chapter 9. Shifting shadows.
Turning over in her bed Annabeth outstretched her hand, mumbling something incoherent as she dreamt of being back in the temple the day before. So much had happened in that time, her mind racing to the discovery in the temple. Even in her sleep she knew what was coming as she reached her arm out, but she just couldn't stop herself touching the stone. Once again there was a brilliant flash of light, the burning energy filling her body for but a moment, then everything went black.
An uneasy silence came upon her, but she was in control of her body at least. Looking around she found herself in a pitch-black room, if it was a room. The area around her completely devoid of markers or objects for her to recognise or get her bearings. Taking a few steps forwards she could hear her footsteps softly padding along the floor as if bare foot, but she could feel no pressure against her skin, no coldness or warmth it was as if the floor wasn’t really there.
Turning her head rapidly to the left her auburn hair almost floated in slow motion in a way that made it seem as if physics were delayed where ever she found herself. But it was a sound that had caught her attention, a faint murmuring.
Slowly walking towards it the room started to get lighter again, although strange dark wisps seemed to float around her as if compelled by a breeze she could not feel herself. But as she walked forwards the murmuring was getting louder and louder, although it was still impossible to tell what they were saying.
A rumble of thunder seemed to reverberate through the plane of existence she was on, another wisp of black energy traveling through the sky far above her before shooting downwards, becoming thicker and almost materialising into something, or someone far ahead of her. The energy eventually disappearing behind an invisible wall of sorts that seemed to exist between her and where the voices came from.
Continuing forwards she focused on the wall, the room becoming brighter and brighter until eventually she reached it, the barrier between them. Now in touching distance she could see the figures on the other side, three of them standing in a group, their faces hidden from her by black shawls.
“Uhnn…ge…du………ou.” the muddy sounding voices of the figures just reached her ears. They were still to far, she had to get closer. Pressing herself against the barrier she felt it bend in a similar way to as it had on the plane, but as she forced herself into it, the voices were becoming clearer with each step.
“She is al…. …ting stro…” A loud twanging noise filled the area and even seemed to interrupt them as they looked skywards, but the sound had come from the barrier as Annabeth pushed it harder and harder. Digging in her heels she pushed more, she had to know who these people were.
“I haven’t seen this level of aptitude sin…..” Another twang, but this one was accompanied by a pulse of energy that forced her back, her feet sliding across the floor as she grappled with the energy field.
Closing her fingers into fists she forced herself back, taking powerful strides towards where she had been previously.
“I think….Do we know….”
“There was a flight…….et themselves.”
“Seems…….li.sort…..that would happen.”
“where is she”
“We have…”
A third twang thundered through the area, but this time Annabeth was ready and fought through the wave of energy and remained where she was stood, but part of her wished she hadn’t.
As her fists pushed against the screen the trio suddenly looked up at her, apparently able to see her despite what she had thought was a one way screen. Maybe it had been before she had forced her way into it. Looking up the figure the others seemed to be reporting too looked at her, their face still shrouded in darkness but an unmistakable crooked grin spread across their face as they looked at her.
Feeling a shiver urn down her spine she stopping pushing against the invisible force and a moment later Annabeth found herself thrown backwards once again. Landing heavily on her side she was pushed rapidly across the floor and back into the darkness. Her vision quickly going as the small lit room became smaller and smaller as she was propelled away from it.
“Whhhuu!” Annabeth shouted, startled awake in her bed and her mind still reeling from what she had just seen.
“Oh god” she groaned loudly, throwing both hands between her legs as she sat bolt upright in her bed. Her fingers met with a now familiar wetness as she gripped herself tightly. Feeling her bladder throb she grimaced, one hand gripping the side of the bed as she prepared to get up. Breathing deeply she tried to regain control of herself, but another quiver in her bladder made her mind up for her.
Swinging her legs off the bed she stood, already feeling the streaks of wetness escaping through her fingers as she began to wet herself. Rushing forwards she moved as quick as she could, small rivers of pee glistening off her skin as bursts escaped her failing bladder muscles, her purple panties already wet through.
Crashing into the bathroom she threw herself onto the toilet, not even bothering to remove her underwear she sat and groaned loudly in relief as a heavy stream burst out of her. Sighing deeply her head drooped and rubbing her eyes she groaned again, this time in disbelief. She had wet herself once again and was currently technically doing so. Drops of pee could be seen in a trail through the still open bathroom door and down the hallway, splotches of the carpet darkened by her shame.
Now sitting in her cold bathroom as the sound of her pee continued to hit the water beneath her, another shiver ran down her spine again. Brining her back to the dream she had just had, the wicked smile on the persons face. It was just like the dream she had on the plane. Who were those people she wondered, were they real, it was just a dream wasn’t it?
Finally her pee stopped, her underwear and carpet ruined and her legs still dripping, but at least she had made it for the most part. It must have just been because of everything that happened yesterday, part of her wondering how many times she had abused her bladder. If this was the cost she would have to be more careful with how she used her new powers.
Reaching across to pull some toilet paper her eyes fell on her arm, a clear bruise forming that hadn’t been there when she went to bed. It was the arm she had fallen on in her dream…had it really happened? No... she must have hit it on something and that was shy she dreamt what she did.
Standing up she casually kicked off her sopping wet underwear, and turned the shower on. Judging by the light already starting to come through he windows it was almost morning anyway.
Rubbing her hands together as she walked down the street Annabeth did her best to keep warm in the sub zero weather. Blowing gently on her hands to keep them warm she regretted not having a pair of gloves ready to go, but she was too use to working in significantly warmer climates. She was prepared for the blazing sun of a desert, wetness of a rainforest and even had her own diving gear, but the British winter was something she was apparently not prepared for. A thin layer of snow creaking underfoot as she trudged towards the front of the university. Looking down at her boots she just hoped no one would be able to smell yesterdays pee coming from them, the thick material having dried but despite a quick wash last night she hadn’t managed to get rid all of the evidence.
Caching sight of Courtney next to the coach they would be travelling in she gave her friend a quick wave.
“How as your morning?” Courtney asked, offering one of the large coffees she held in her hands to her.
“Uhh..nothing” Annabeth replied blushing. “I mean nothing exciting, just your normal morning really” she added, smiling awkwardly and accepting the warm beverage gratefully. Ignoring the knowing smile from her assistant who had clearly figured something had happened for her to be this flustered. The pair of them had worked together long enough that Annabeth should have known it was impossible to hide anything from Courtney, she was always the better of the two at reading people anyway.
Boarding the bus the pair grabbed seats on the half empty vehicle, just a handful of staff and some PhD students coming with them.
“So, should we talk about last night?” Courtney asked in hushed tones as the bus started on the journey to London.
“What here!?” Annabeth said, indicating to the lack of privacy the bus offered them. A number of quiet conversations starting up around them , but with anyone able to listen in if they wanted.
“Fine, we can stick to the historical stuff.” Courtney smirked “Although something interesting did happen last night after I got home,”
“Oh?”
“Well I flicked onto the local news and there was this weird moment when the host started looking a little...uncomfortable and then ran off the stage. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?”
“I..puhhh…nope nothing” Annabeth blushed, what were the chances she would have been watching at that exact moment!.
“Really?” Courtney asked raising an eyebrow in her direction.
“Fine it was me.” Annabeth whispered, hiding her face and diverting her gaze to the coffee cup so she didn’t have to look in her eyes.
“Yes, I knew it!” Courtney blurted out rather loudly, the other people on the bus pausing for a moment as many looked their way. Wide eyed Courtney mouthed sorry, but couldn’t help but laugh a little as the pair settled into their seats.
“So what is our actual next step?” Courtney asked a couple of minutes later, fishing some papers out of her bag.
“I don’t know, I mean we still need to go through the scripts again and look for the miss translations. But I’ve been thinking about…it… and I think you are right about doing some tests. Who knows what could be possible if we figure this thing out.” Annabeth replied, sipping from the coffee
“Did you have something in mind?”
“A couple of things, but…we might need some help.”
“Help?”
“Yeah, so its not just us doing the tests. Being the one with the abilities I cant use them and assess them in the same way you can. But that’s not true if you are also involved.”
“Oh” Courtney said slightly dejectedly.
“No, I mean I need you to be monitoring things so we can make sure we get good data.”
“So who do we use, cant really get our friends of colleagues to work with us. For a start its kind of a private issue for our friends and then our colleagues, without trying to sound negative are also our competition for papers and funding.”
“Yeah, those are some good points” Annabeth sighed, sinking back into her seat slightly. “Well I’m sure we can think of something, as far as I know there is no time limit on this thing. We just have to fit it in between teaching, conferences, research, paper writing, grant applications and everything else.”
“Well, what if we kill two or more birds with one stone?” Courtney asked, smiling as her boss perked up a little. “Why don’t we use it for research, teaching and one day grant applications. That is if we can figure out how to re-create it.”
“I think that sounds like a good idea…wait re-create it?”
“I…uh yeah not exactly that” she said pointing to her arm “But you know, other bodily functions.” Courtney replied hastily.
“True, I hadn’t even thought about the possibilities. But lets not get carried away yet, we still need to do some research.”
“One step ahead of you” Courtney said as she handed over a pile of papers. Annabeth recognised most of them as the ones the pair had already gone through more than once.
Hitting rush hour traffic the bus made slow progress for the first hour, the icy roads and morning grid lock combining to make covering any distance difficult. But it had at least given them time to go through almost all of the scriptures again. It turned out that now they knew the truth about what they had found, the texts were more truthful and less cryptic than they first seemed. Many of the references to the water of life making more sense given that most living creatures produce pee in some form or another.
“Wait is this the symbol?” Courtney said, pointing to a small ornate drawing at the bottom of one of the scanned pages.
Rolling up her sleeve Annabeth leaned over slightly so the two of them could compare it. But just as she had she noticed movement towards them, her boss Philippa was approaching. Panicking Annabeth tried to roll her sleeve down but it was no use, the two layers of her shirt and jumper had somehow rolled together and were tightly wrapped around her arm. She knew it was a bad idea, but she didn’t have any other option at the moment as she wrapped her right hand around her tricep and tried to avoid contact with it as much as possible.
“Hi Phillipa” She said cheerily, getting a bit of an odd look from her superior as she tried to look as casual as possible. There was no way she could explain all this to her, the ridicule would be bad, but getting an artefact attached to yourself was a rookie error. Not that Annabeth had ever heard of, or expected such an attachment mechanism to exist.
“Hi Annabeth, Courtney” she added with a nod. “I was wondering if I could have a word.”
“Sure thing” Annabeth replied, hoping it would be just a word as she felt the faint burst of energy coming from her arm that told her she had already started it, although this time it was much less forceful.
“So I didn’t know you were coming today, I thought you were still in Morocco?” asked her boss.
“Yes sorry, I completed my surveys faster than I predicted and I didn’t want to risk attracting attention to the site yet.”
“So you think its still intact, did you find the antechamber?”
“I…no…” Annabeth paused, feeling her bladder twinge slightly. “I didn’t, I found the entrance and a second chamber behind it. It seems to have a locking mechanism that is still intact.”
“That interesting, sounds like you really might have found something!” Phillipa said with a little spring on her toes.
Oh no, she was getting to into this, she would want to know more and now Annabeth felt trapped. She had to get her boss out of her and judging from the discomfort in her bladder, she needed to quickly.
“Yeah, I do although I don’t want to make too much of it now.” Annabeth said trying to play it down.
“Oh ok, that’s understandable.” Philippa smiled, “Although a little unlike you.”
“I…uh yeah. Just being careful” Annabeth smiled back, hoping to end the conversation.
“So what are you working on now?” Phillipa asked, peering at their notes and making Annabeth involuntarily move backwards and trap her arm against Courtney, the pressure in her bladder now increasing rapidly.
Looking at Phillipa It was clear she was bored, she must have been looking for something interesting. The traffic jam and slow progress meaning she had all the time in the world, but also that Annabeth had no escape.”
“She is just getting me up to speed” Courtney said from beside her. “Maybe I can write it up for you to have a look over later this week.”
“Ok, that’s sounds good. I look forward to it.” Philippa said and with that she finally left the pair of them, her hand gently touching her abdomen as if the rune had also had an impact her. Annabeth instantly moved her hand from her arm and to between her legs.
“You ok?” Courtney asked, clearly putting two and two together.
“Yeah, I just have to pee” Annabeth admitted, watching Courtney smirk but sighing in relief as she hurriedly unfurled her sleeves and covered up her arm. “I cant believe that happened.”
“How bad is it?”
“I..."
“Hey, can we get a stop soon please” A voice from behind them shouted.
“Yeah I need a bathroom break” A student added their voice with a couple more nodding as a chill went down Annabeth’s spine, she had done it again!.
“Im sorry, we are behind schedule and we cannot be late, Cambridge University is never late!” A woman shouted from the front and even without looking the pair of them knew who it was. Monica had a rather distinctive voice and was also probably the only one of them in the bus would say something like that. Despite not actually being any higher on the chain of authority she sure behaved like it
“Come on just a 5 minute detour” A last year PhD student asked, her knees knocking together on the seats just across from Annabeth. If the plane had been anything to go it definitely seemed the people closest to her got the worst of it.
Glancing down at Courtney’s bladder it too had filled, but seemed at a much more manageable level than plenty of the others. The woman opposite her and many of the others close to or exceeding 80% of their capacity. She hadn’t thought she had pressed it too long, and given Courtney was only half full, even with her larger than average bladder it meant that those significantly higher must not have used a bathroom this morning.
“Yeah, ive had 3 coffees this morning and they are going through me!” A woman shouted from ahead of them.
Or was that it?, had they all just drunk so much coffee their bladders were filling at a rapid pace. The cold weather and early morning had created the perfect storm of conditions for those on the bus to down the hot diuretic drinks to keep them warm and awake.
“Im sorry ladies, but you are all adults and im sure you can all hold it for the next 40 minutes until we arrive.” Monica replied coldly.
“But…” a couple of them started but they knew it was futile and the bus fell silent as they contemplated their choices of drinks, without knowing the real reason for their sudden need.
“How bad is it, as in everyone else?” Courtney whispered to Annabeth.
“Bad, I don’t think some of them are going to make it.” She replied, her face showing she was clearly worrying.
“Cant you just….Poof” Courtney said, waving her hands from her bladder and into the air.
“It doesn’t work that way…its got to go somewhere.” Annabeth said, glancing over at the pair sat opposite and seeing their numbers already starting to climb upwards even in the matter of seconds that had passed.
“Ok, well…use me”
“What?!” Annabeth said, looking at her companion who seemed oddly fine with being a receptacle for other peoples urine.
“Look, I know I have a bit of an above average bladder, and I don’t really need to go now. Im sure between us and maybe a couple of the others we can all make it.”
“I….” But hearing a groan behind her and the sounds of several sets of boots thunking into the floor of the bus around her, she didn’t have another choice. Looking into Courtney’s eyes she could tell she was serious, a faint glimmer in her eye of something, almost pride like in her ability to hold pee when so many others couldn’t.
Nodding Annabeth first needed to do something about her own bladder before she could help anyone else. Looking down she felt the energy flow through her as she moved the contents of her almost full bladder into Courtney, watching her total increase slowly over the next minute until final she ran out and the woman next to her reached 91%.
“Ooof that’s a lot” Courtney said, rubbing her now heavily distended bladder that had almost doubled in size.
“Im sorry, I might be able to take some out in a bit, I just need the room to…you know.”
“Its fine, forget about me I can handle it.” Courtney said, a pained smile forced across her rosy cheeks that blushed brightly with exertion as her hands went to her legs and gripped onto her thighs forcefully. Looking forward Courtney quickly folded a leg under herself as she stared at the back of the seat ahead of her. She was clearly having trouble holding onto the volume of liquid inside her bladder, but for now there was nothing Annabeth could do.
Across the isle she focused on the two desperate students, their legs jiggling madly as she noticed their numbers tick into the low 90’s. But quickly and effortlessly she connected to them both, taking 10% from them both and while it left them desperate she hoped they could make it the half an hour they needed too.
But now there was a problem, she couldn’t see anyone else. They were all in their seats, too far away or obscured by other things.
“Ill be right back” She said, leaning over to Courtney but not explaining herself. Not that the dark haired woman seemed to be listening or caring at the moment. The throbbing and discomfort from her bladder clearly taking all her concentration away.
Walking forwards slowly Annabeth put her plan into action, looking down the bus she locked onto bladder after bladder of desperate passengers. Sometimes catching their eyes she forced herself not to look away but smile awkwardly as she filled her own bladder with theirs.
“Hey how can I help you?” Monica said, the helpful question sounding more like a sarcastic remark and even in her neutral state she seemed to be scowling at her, or maybe she was.
Now standing at the front of the bus, her bladder far fuller than it had been she realised she hadn’t thought this far ahead.
“Umm….I was wondering if we could get a break. A lot of us need to use the rest room.”
“Does the young doctor need to pee?” Monica retorted, Annabeth should have known Monica would enjoy this. She was always the first to make a remark about anything age related to her. Monica had been the youngest ever professor Cambridge had ever hired, or at least that was until Annabeth had turned up a few years later but many years younger. Viewed somewhat of a prodigy in the world of antiquities she had seemingly upstaged Monica and she had never let that go, despite Annabeth having no control over any of it or acting anything but friendly to her colleague.
“I think most of us do.” Annabeth replied calmly while trying to avoid the embarrassment of this conversation being just about her.
“Well, you will just have to hold it like the rest of them!” Monica said loudly, enjoying the red hue she saw spreading across the face if her adversarial as she announced Annabeth’s need to the rest of the bus.
Walking back to her seat and avoiding eye contact where possible, Annabeth found a more relaxed looking Courtney who seemed to be dealing with the pressure inside her better now. As she had found herself, the sudden inflation and filling of her bladder must have just taken her body by surprise. But even so there would be no letting up for her as Annabeth had hoped.
Carefully lowering herself into the seat Annabeth quickly crossed one leg over the other, squeezing them together tightly as she felt her bladder twinge and throb once more. The last two days had truly been an ordeal for her body, one that had put her in one uncomfortable position after another.
Staring out the window at the passing scenery the bus was almost silent, with most peoples conversations cut off by the need to pee. Faint whispers or even groans happened periodically as they finally made good progress, approaching the outskirts of London almost on time.
A similar silence had fallen between Annabeth and Courtney as they sat next to each other, Courtney rocking gently as she now sat firmly on the other foot. The extra pressure it was applying needed to stop herself from wetting her clothes on the spot, her bladder really starting to cramp as it naturally filled with the coffee she had drunk in the morning.
Annabeth wasn’t doing too much better, her legs jiggling in a tight knot, rhythmically bouncing as a worried look stretched across her face. She too had been feeling her bladder fill, but more worrying than that, she had been watching everyone else’s do the same. Over the last half an hour the 10% she had taken out had in many cases been replaced, and she could see many of those around her getting perilously close to disaster.
The noise of feet on the hard floor had accelerated over the last few minutes, the occasional soft grunt or groan peaking through the sound of the engine as they continued to drive along.
“Oh god daisy, Im not sure im going to make it” The woman opposite said, her hands buried in her crotch and another empty coffee cup on the little tray table next to her.
“Shush Gemma, you will be fine. Look I can see signs for the university, we just have to hold it a little longer.”
But despite her confidence Annabeth knew Gemma was probably right, her bladder already close to bursting at 93%, her friend just behind at 84% but with only a few minutes to go she might be ok.
However as they approached the outskirts of the city, their progress slowed to a crawl once again.
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I hope you guys enjoyed, Sorry for the long pause between parts.
This is only like half of what I had planned for this chapter, but given how slow I am being I decided to post this part now.
ive been struggling with writers block but have had some ideas for later down the line of this story so there is something.
Hopefully the next part wont take 3 weeks! |
Chapter 10: Close enough
Squeezing her legs rhythmically Annabeth found herself staring out of the window, the green countryside had quickly been replaced by functional grey buildings. The bus was finally entering the city and nearing the university, but they were slowing down again.
It seemed that the closer to salvation they got, the longer it took to get there.
“Oh god, we need to get there soon or im not sure im going to be able to hold it.” Courtney whispered beside her. Her friend nearing her total capacity but still looking far more confident than many of the others, even with her admission.
“I know, im sorry. I just cant take any more out even thought I said I might be able too.”
“Its not your fault, its Monica that wont let the others stop anywhere.” She replied, almost as if she didn't consider herself needing to like them.
“we are almost there, we just need to hold on a few more minutes.” Annabeth tried to reassure her desperate friend and despite not blaming herself Annabeth knew Courtney was only in this position because of her.
“I cant hold on any more!” A shout came from ahead of them, a young research assistant was currently bobbing up and down at one of the tables with both her feet curled up under her. “We need to stop otherwise you are going to have to clean the bus.” she added, her arms folded defiantly across her chest.
“We are just a couple of minutes out” Phillipa said, a faint crack in her voice. Despite not being as full as many of the others due to her position at the front of the bus, it was clear she too was feeling a rather pressing need. It probably didn't help her control when everywhere she turned were desperate and groaning women.
“Control yourselves girls! And anyone who makes a mess in this bus will be personally paying to have the bus cleaned.” Monica said loudly, a few of the women letting out quiet whimpers now easy to hear from the idling engine in their now stationary position.
“Is there no way you can…incentivise her?” Courtney said, nodding towards Monica who was stood at the front of the bus. But scanning her bladder she too was already almost 80% and a position where she should have already been feeling a need.
“Im sorry, she is quite full, she just isn’t acting it.” Annabeth responded.
“Oh…I wasn’t serious anyway.” Courtney said before letting out an involuntary gasp. Her left hand quickly moved to squeeze between her tightly knotted legs. “Its ok, I can make it” she smiled back at her before turning and looking out of the window, a vacant look on her face reflected off it.
At least that’s one of you, Annabeth thought to herself as she scanned the most desperate looking women on the bus. They had been stationary for almost 5 minutes now, but it felt so much longer to her and she was sure the others. But as the bus lurched forwards she felt her bladder spasm and a number of desperate groans sounded around her.
“There we go ladies, just 3 more minutes” Phillipa said happily as they passed a sign for the conference they were attending.
But glancing across the isle at Gemma she saw the young women’s eyes widen for a moment and an almost impossible to see dark patch spread across the denim crotch of her jeans before a pair of hands blocked her view. Gemma was losing control and judging by many of the others, she wasn’t going to be the only one. A mixture of denial and panic creeping across the desperate bus goers as it travelled along slower than even the people walking past. Coffee shops passing by an inch at a time, their bathroom signs easy to see through the window and almost taunting them. Part of her was surprised that no one made a bolt for it, but maybe there was something else she could do.
Looking around outside the window Annabeth cursed at having taken the isle seat. From her position even as she craned her neck she was only getting fleeting views of passers-by. She was hoping to get even a momentary lock on a passing bladder, but she was having no luck. Either a car, another person or the target would enter a shop or move out of her limited vision. There was simply no way to get it to work and she could almost feel how close everyone on the bus was to losing control of their bladder because of her.
Taking a deep breath Annabeth knew she had to do something and as she looked down at herself then to Courtney she made up her mind. If Courtney could hold for her sake and to cover her mistakes, then she could do the same for the others. Her bladder was only 82% full and she would only need to take a few drops from the handful of women about to wet themselves, she could totally do this.
Locking onto Gemma she saw her bladder was at 97%, no wonder she had leaked. The coffee must have really been going through her, or maybe she just had a smaller bladder than some of the others. Beginning to siphon off some of her pent up pee it seemed the latter was true as she pulled 4% from the bursting red head and only filled herself 2%. Annabeth knew she had a reasonably sized bladder but to be twice the size of someone else's, she wondered how Gemma could survive day to day and more, why had she drunk the second coffee once she already knew she needed to pee!
Now hopefully out of the danger zone Annabeth moved onto Daisy, she was only at 87% so would probably be fine. Gemma’s compatriot seemingly having a larger bladder than her friend. Behind them two more PhD students were currently sitting with their hands locked to their crotches. Taking 2 % from both it left them at 92% which was high but hopefully manageable if Philippa was right about it only being a couple of minutes. The only issue was that Annabeth could feel her own skin stretching tighter and tighter with each additional %. Now she only had a tenth of her bladder left she was really feeling it. The pain and discomfort inside her abdomen more than she could remember having in a while, the deep ache worse than it was even in Morocco. She doubted that her muscles at that time…those times, had been strained enough to feel tired or ache in the way they were now. They had been on this bus for hours and she had filled somewhat normally for the most part. Yes she had emptied herself into Courtney, but she had already been quite full and had simply replaced what was inside her to begin with. Or at least that was what she was hoping what was going on right now.
Squeezing her legs together Annabeth did her best to scan all of those in sight, making sure that none of them were about to wet themselves and also hoping that she would not have to take any more in. Those further away seemed to be better off, topping out at high 80% fullness, a desperate but manageable amount.
Peeking through the gap between the seats it took a few moments but she finally managed to get a read on the silent people sat one row ahead. The pair of them sitting rigidly and showing few signs of need, but their ears were burning red and she was sure if she could have seen their faces they would have been a picture of embarrassment and concern. Large cups of tea and hot chocolate filled the tray table, a bad sign that should have warned her not to look at their bladders, 98% and 97%!. Cursing under her breath she wished Philippa hadn’t come around when she did, not that it was really her nosy bosses fault.
Taking enough to leave them at 95% was a risk for all three of them, but hearing a groan from those in the seats behind her she knew there were at least two more people to go and this would already fill her to 93%, she just didn’t have a choice.
Feeling her bladder stretch and spasm again as she took in the extra load she let out an exasperated breath, rubbing her distended bladder as it painfully cramped. She could feel her muscles quivering inside her as she took them to the edge of her control. Closing her eyes for a moment she for some reason found herself picturing Joy at the airport, the poised woman showing few signs of desperation despite being completely full. Just the knowledge of it being possible filled her with hope for herself and the others around her.
“How are you doing?” Courtney asked again
“I’ll be ok as long as we get their quickly” Annabeth admitted, pursing her lips and looking out of the window again. Her legs now bouncing furiously on the floor as she tried to go at least one day without wetting herself…ignoring what had happened this morning.
Looking at the small mirror above her she focused on the two women behind her. She would have been worried about them noticing her staring but they looked beyond that point. One of them was currently curled up into a ball on her seat, her eyes scrunched closed as she breathed carefully to avoid any sudden movements in her body. She was at her very limit, while her friend seemed a little more composed, but her eyes were shut too. The woman’s hands rhythmically scrunching and balling into fists as she wiggled in her seat, her mouth furiously chewing gum in nervousness.
Locking onto her first she took out another 2% stopping as her bladder spasmed more painfully this time. She was playing with fire, each extra percentage moving her closer and closer to the inevitable accident that would follow. Would she even be able to make it to the toilets, what if there was a delay? She couldn’t think about that now, there was just one person left.
“Were here!” A happy sounding Daisy said as all the others eagerly looked around the bus.
Suddenly the curled up woman’s eyes opened and Annabeth looked down instinctively, kicking herself for choosing the other woman first. She didn’t know how full she was but being balled up on a seat like that wasn’t exactly a good sign.
But thankfully she could see their destination just a few hundred meters away.
“Oh god!” A nervous whisper came from behind her. The curled-up woman now sitting up, rocking in her seat as she looked around feverishly. One hand gripping onto the back of Annabeth's seat and the other between her vibrating legs. “I…I….I….” she muttered.
Now given a reason to look behind Annabeth had taken the chance to look at the woman’s bladder, her activities and groans attracting more than just her glances.
100%!...no 99%...98%, She was wetting herself!
The woman behind her was losing control slowly and in spurts, but it was clear now that she had straightened out. Her muscles were giving up after being forced to move, her previous foetal position had been the only thing holding it all in. How had she missed the woman earlier, only now was she realising that she couldn't remember taking any from her, maybe she had missed her if she had been curled up at that point.
“Ohhhh!” The woman groaned again, both hands pressing deeply between her legs that had stopped moving. Her knees pressed tightly together as she fought her body and bladder for control. Connecting to her Annabeth wasted no time, even 1 or 2% would help her out and maybe stop her from flooding the bus completely.
But as she began pulling liquid out she realised that the woman had a much larger bladder than she did, just 1% had filled her 3 and despite wanting to take more a powerful pulse forced her to groan and double over. The pain causing her eyes closing and the connection breaking involuntarily as her bladder contracted painfully inside her. She had pushed it to almost its maximum capacity and it wasn’t happy. Breathing deeply she knew there was just no way she could take any more and not outright wet herself. Gripping herself tightly through her trousers she felt her muscles trembling, tightened like strings ready to snap and let out the ocean of pee she was containing right into her seat.
Finally the bus came to a halt and many of those could sense their salvation was just a short walk away if they could make it. Many of them were looking expectantly around as if waiting for permission but hearing the doors hiss open was too much for Annabeth, she had to get out and get to a toilet now!
Standing quickly the world threatened to fall away from her, for a moment she went light headed but grabbing a seat head rest she forced herself to walk forwards. Those around her taking her example to stand and head towards the exit.
“Annabeth, I think….” Philippa started.
“Im sorry I’ll be right back” Annabeth stammered towards her boss who gave her a knowing look as she passed.
“Looks like someone had a little too much coffee” Monica couldn’t help but make a snide remark as she passed, a massive smirk on her face. “All these young girls need to learn some self control.” She added quietly as she remained seated, shaking her head as she went through her bag.
But Annabeth didn’t have time to defend herself or the others, she just had to pee and preferably in a toilet.
Clambering off the bus she started power walking towards the main building, joined closely by Gemma and a couple of the others.
Each step was pure torture for her body as the liquid inside her jostled around uncomfortably, her bursting bladder was being pulled and contorted by her movements as she hurried along. But she knew she wasn’t at her full capacity yet, she was close but despite how she felt, she knew she was capable of holding more. She had a quantifiable number to go on now, something that no one else did. While others may feel like their bladder could take no more, or like they were at their limit and so give in, she knew she wasn’t...just.
Surging up the main path towards the university reception she pushed the large doors open, but quickly scanning the room she didn’t see any signs for a lady’s room. But in front of her she saw a reception, a young student currently filling in a form or something behind it. But starting towards her Annabeth felt her muscles constrict again, but this time they were accompanied by a fierce heat and searing cramp that caused her to groan embarrassingly loudly. Moments later her quivering muscles gave up for a moment, a drop, just a drop of her pee escaping into her underwear. She had to get to a toilet now…or…
Feeling her muscles spasm again as she stood in the old and ornate looking reception area she knew she was all to aware she was but a moment from making a mess on what was probably an ancient rug, Persian if she had to guess. There was only one option.
Locking onto the student behind the desk as she carefully took a step forwards, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and exertion she heard the doors behind her open again as the others caught up. Her need had clearly been fuelling her speed and causing her to outpace many of the other desperate women following her.
But she ignored all of them, taking another unsteady footstep towards the woman at the desk she allowed her bladder to flow freely for a moment into the receptionist. The woman’s smile faulting slightly as a confused look filled her face as Annabeth filled her bladder rapidly.
Breathing a sigh of relief as she felt her bladder fall to blow 70% she severed the connection, her toes curling slightly in her boots as she relished in the relief.
“How can I help?” The woman asked, the others hurrying up behind Annabeth and forming a huddle around her.
“Toilet” Gemma stammered loudly, her voice cracking and a muscle bulging in her neck for a moment.
“Through that door, first left”
“Thank you!” They all said almost in unison as the rushed towards the ladies room.
To their relief there was no que, the bathroom large and with enough empty stalls for all of them to use. Finding herself a stall Annabeth quickly closed the door and pulled her trousers down, rustles of clothing coming from the other stalls. A moment later a chorus of groans and gasps filled the room, Annabeth’s included a moment before numerous heavy streams thundered into the line of toilets now being used. They had all somehow made it, or at least they had for the most part.
Looking down at her lilac panties Annabeth could see the slightly darker patch where she had leaked in them.
“Close enough” She whispered to herself as she let herself relax. The heavy streams of the desperate group continuing as their bodies sagged in relief.
Wiping a bead of sweat from her brow Annabeth heard the door open and a number of footsteps enter it, a couple going into stalls while through the gap under the stall she could see shadows shifting around in a desperate dance. In a weird way the silhouettes dancing in desperation caused by a body they themselves lacked was almost artistic in a weird way.
Finally her stream came to an end after almost a full minute, quickly wiping some paper towels in her underwear she did her best to dry them. Thankfully the damage wasn’t too bad and pulling them up she could barely feel any wetness.
Pulling up her clothes and adjusting herself she opened the stall, seeing Courtney currently bobbing on the spot but a clear smile appearing on her face as she rushed into the stall Annabeth had just used. Walking over to the taps she heard a heavy stream thunder into the toilet accompanied by another groan as Courtney emptied herself out. The thunderous jet easy to hear above the more usual and feminine streams from the other stalls, she truly had been at her limit.
“Sounds like someone needed that.” Daisy joked as she stood next in line, looking far happier than she had in the bus. Little did she know that in a way, it was her pee already thundering into the toilet beneath Courtney.
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Here is the other half of what I was planning for the last chapter.
I hope you all enjoyed!
More coming soon and maybe, just maybe Monica might not have the driest of chapters. |
Chapter 11. Complete control
Stepping out of the bathroom she re-joined many of the others who were now stood in the reception, Gemma and a couple of the others looking far more relieved as other joined the short line coming out of the toilets she had just used. It seemed they had all somehow made it.
“Right then, here are you passes and name badges for the convention” Philippa said, making an obvious glance towards the ladies. But checking her watch she was clearly weighing up her choices, she was supposed to be a key speaker at the first panel on Ancient Gallic burial traditions. But with their later than planned arrival it only gave her 3 minutes to be in the main hall and ready to present. Squeezing her legs together she pinned on her badge, she had clearly made the decision that she would just have to hold it.
Checking her bosses bladder it would be uncomfortable but these talks were only about an hour and she was sure Philippa could make it that long. For her part Annabeth was joining Courtney at a different panel on ancient African civilisations. Having not expected to be back in the country she hadn’t planned to present and that gave her the freedom to do what she wanted for the next few hours. A rare time for her as she was usually pressured into one talk or another where ever she went, sometimes feeling a little like a prized pony to flaunt in front of other universities that hadn’t managed to get her to teach for them. It also drummed up quite a lot of paper collaborations from other institutions around the world, papers she would barely be involved with but that sought her name to go on them.
Watching Philippa shuffle off through the large doors to their right, Annabeth and Courtney filed into a group heading the opposite direction, large celling to floor posters displaying the work of many of the speakers. But going past one, something caught her eye, something she instantly recognised. It was one of the runes, not the one currently attached to her arm but one of the 11 others. It was carefully placed into a crate with a tablet almost identical to the one she had touched, but pristine and probably in a museum somewhere. If she could find it and learn more about the origins, maybe she could do something about the one she was unwillingly joined too.
Walking into the large auditorium she was pleased to be handed a small cup of coffee from an attendant, enjoying the warmth against her fingers. Nearing the front of the room she grabbed a chair next to Courtney and for some reason the accompanying Monica. It seemed she had come to the same talk, although thankfully was sitting a row behind. Part of Annabeth had thought this kind of tense rivalry was going to be left and school but yet here she was.
45 minutes later the was a pause of applause for the latest speaker as he signed off, but now was the one she was waiting for. Dr Sam Farris, the one with the other rune. Sitting up in her seat Annabeth listened attentively to every word spoken by the middle aged woman on the stage. Her confidence and ability to enthral the crowd quite enjoyable as she told tale after tale of tracking artefacts down and the some times odd places she had found them.
“Another interesting find was this rune in Jamaica of all places.” Clicking the slide Annabeth’s heart missed a beat as the photo from the banner was now displayed across the large projector screen. A faint nudge from her arm from Courtney meant she had clearly noticed what it was too.
“This rune tablet was actually found in what was thought to be a pirate horde off the coast of port more in Jamaica. A strange assemblage of artefacts from the 12th century and beyond that show that even pirates were interested in history.” A few chuckles went around the crowd, perplexing Annabeth slightly and making her feel like she had somewhat missed the joke. But then again she was concentrating on picking up every possible fact or clue from what she was saying in a literal sense.
“We still don’t know the whole story of this piece but we believe it to be of Ancient Egyptian origins and was found with a rather splendid world wide haul of artefacts including things from Sumatra, Aztecs, Mamelukes and even Mongols. Who ever collected all of these items definitely had an interesting life which is a shame why there was so little to identify the holders. But moving on I think that…”
Wait was that it, was that all the woman was going to say about it, that it was interesting? Listening to the woman continue she couldn’t help but feel a little let down and sank back in her chair. But getting a couple of glances over from the presenter she reminded that she was supposed to be a professional and not a sulking teenager. Adjusting her posture she sat upright again, listening more attentively but sadly nothing more was mentioned of her mystery rune.
“Thank you for listening, any questions?”
A round of applause filled the auditorium but as it diminished Annabeth found her hand in the air.
“Yes, Dr. Cole is that you?”
“Hi Dr, Farris, yes it is. I was wondering if you had any more information on the rune you showed from the pirate haul and its origins”
“Oh yes, its an interesting piece but sadly no, not much is known about it. May I ask why that piece in particular?”
“I was just wondering as I have come across something similar, but like you I'm missing some key information.”
“Another rune? Well now you have peaked my interest. We had assumed there were no others, but if you have found one then perhaps they were part of a set.”
“I…uh…Not exactly, we have found reference to one in a temple in morocco that looks very similar.”
“Morocco!, more and more interesting. But like I said I'm afraid we have little knowledge on such things but if you find more than a reference then please let me know.”
“Do…Do you happen to know where the run is stored, Id love to study it.” Annabeth asked.
“Im afraid it was lost with a number of other artefacts that it was with in Egypt in the uprisings in 2011.”
“Oh ok” Another dead end! Although she hadn’t even known that this was a possible lead an hour earlier so she couldn’t really complain.
After fielding another couple of questions the first talks of the day were over.
Walking back out into the main room Annabeth spotted a few of her colleagues grouped together for the short break before the second round of talks. Her boss Philippa currently standing with her legs tightly crossed but engrossed in a rapt conversation with one of her PhD students. Grabbing a free cup of coffee again her and Courtney began to walk over to join the others.
“Careful there, sure you can manage another one.” A mocking comment came from behind them.
“What?” Annabeth asked, entirely sure she knew what Monica meant as they joined the others.
“I just wouldn’t want you to miss any of these talks because you have to visit the ladies room.”
“Im fine thank you” Annabeth smiled back, locking eyes with Monica who seemed to be enjoying the superiority she was giving herself and her bladder.
“Well, even if you are I think I am going to go and make use of…” Philippa started, before being interrupted by a new arrival.
“Philippa!” A grey haired woman said, a large pearl necklace hanging over her slender neck and expensive looking dress.
“Dean Jones” Philippa said a little surprised. “Always a pleasure to see you. How have you been?” Annabeth’s red faced boss asked before being lead away to another group of more senior looking figures, her gate uneven and slow even compared to those she was walking with. Bent slightly at her waist it was uncomfortable just watching her as she disappeared into a crowd.
“Right then, do you think we should find the next room?” Monica asked having followed them out and joined the group too. It seemed that the two of them were going to be spending more time together today than Annabeth had realised, how fun she thought to herself.
“Im just going to nip to the ladies” Gemma replied, handing Daisy her coffee.
“Again?” Monica said, causing the young students cheeks to go bright red.
“I…I mean I don’t need to I guess…I can just wait.” Gemma said resigned.
“Just go, ignore her. We will wait here till you get back.” Courtney interjected, getting a glare from Monica as she was upstaged by her inferior.
A much relieved Gemma smiled at Courtney before dashing off towards the ladies before Monica could stop her again.
“You know you shouldn’t encourage that” Monica said, still scowling at Courtney.
“What, letting someone go to the bathroom?”
“Yeah, I mean how does she expect to make it through life having to dash of to a toilet every 30 seconds. You don’t see me or Philippa doing that do you?”. The sentence clearly showing that Monica thought of herself at the same level as Annabeth’s boss rather than in her actual position, the same as her and many others.
Rolling her eyes Courtney just dismissed the comment, infuriating Monica even more but she stayed quiet and a minute later Gemma returned looking much happier, accepting her coffee back and the group moving towards the next hour of talks. This was the hour Courtney would give hers, a thorough walk through time and possible mentions of what they were originally looking for. It was her thesis that the fountain of youth was in fact real and may have been linked to the garden of Eden. A non-mythical location where unknown species of plants may have grown around a natural spring or lake which gave it medicinal properties. It was a long stretch and many of their peers were unsure of its likelihood, but despite this she made a compelling argument for its existence. After all, a story even as old as this one was tended to be based on some truth and wouldn't have survived thousands of years and multiple cultures unless someone believed it.
Despite a few stumbles in her words Courtney did a great job and came across confidently, Annabeth was sure she would make a great lecturer in the future.
But soon the talks were over and once again there was a short remission with Courtney disappearing towards the hall next door in search of food. The rest of them loitered in the hallway making small talk for the most part.
“Do you guys see Philippa? Annabeth asked as she became aware that several of their group were missing.
“No, she is in the keynote. It’s a two hour talk.” Monica replied, sipping from he own drink.
Two hours, for her sake she hoped her boss had managed to make it to the ladies before it started.
Downing their drinks and jealously watching Courtney eat her plate of snacks she had somehow found about a minute before they closed, the group made their way into the last talk of the morning. It was on a career in academia and was a little unnecessary for herself given she already had the perfect job. But for the students it was going to be invaluable. Despite this, as the talk wore on Annabeth couldn’t help but let her mind wander back to Philippa and if she had indeed made it to a bathroom. She had been extremely desperate the last time she had seen her, unable to stand up straight. Given how full she had been on the bus and the fact it had now been 3 hours, there would be no way she could still be holding on…surely?
Despite the confidence in her assumption, she found herself unable to concentrate. The lure of finding out about Philippa mixing with her filling bladder again. Most of the others had been a couple of times since arriving, the coffee and tea fulling their need. As far as she could tell only herself, Courtney, Monica and maybe but probably not Phillipa hadn’t gone. So feeling a slight tightening sensation in her bladder she decided to kill two birds with one stone, because there hadn’t been a break the key note would be ending a few minutes earlier than this talk.
“I'm going to go to the toilet, I might see if I can find Philippa too.” She whispered to Courtney who simply nodded. Standing she slowly extricated herself from the row of seats and returned to the reception only to see a cleaner mopping the area she had almost lot total control in earlier. Blushing madly and avoiding eye contact with the cleaner she looked at the small cleaning and be back in 5 minutes sign now on the desk.
Walking around the wet floor area she entered the bathroom, grabbing a stall easily as all but one were free. Sitting down she let out a sigh and checked her phone, scrolling through the news before finishing up and leaving. The occupant of the other stall sitting in almost silence.
Washing her hands she stepped towards the door, almost slipping in a puddle of water. Catching herself she emerged through the door to see the warning sign now next to the toilets. Rolling her eyes she made her way to the doors next to the key note room, a round of applause from the other side indicating that the talk was about over.
But a few minutes later no one had come out, in fact it was her talk that opened its doors first. The others coming out to find her waiting outside the main room.
“You ok, we are going to get our lunch.” Courtney asked
“Yeah, ill wait for Philippa and come find you.”
“Ok, sounds good. Ill come find you guys when we find a table or two.” She replied.
Minutes went by and yet there was no activity, she was starting to wonder if there was another door they might have exited out of. Eventually she heard footsteps and quiet chatter approaching from the other side of the door which opened and the usual crowed of academics quickly flowed out of the room, excitedly chatting about what they had seen or in some cases where they were going to get lunch. The mornings activities quickly forgotten by some as the smells from the dining room nearby reached their noses. Quickly passing the hundred or so audience filed out but there was no sign of Phillipa. 30 seconds passed and Annabeth was wondering if her boss had excused herself early and was no longer in there, but then came a set of heavy and uneven footsteps. Taking a few steps towards the corner of the room Annabeth didn't want to be seen staring if her boss was indeed the one approaching.
Walking extremely slowly and with her lips pursed tightly together Philippa emerged, both hands grasping her heavily distended abdomen that was far larger than it had been earlier, the melon sized lump squeezing out from under her belt and clearly causing her a great discomfort. Looking at her Annabeth could tell she was at her wits end, tears forming in the corners of her eyes and crow’s feet developing from where she must have been clenching to keep everything contained. She had been bursting three hours ago, but somehow she had made it through not one but two long talks.
Taking a moment to scan her, Annabeth was amazed to see the slow waddling woman was at 100% of her capacity. The power of her mind and control of her body fuelled by her desire to not humiliate herself surrounded by her peers and superiors. Stopping for a moment she let out a loud grunt, doubling over and a hand pressing against her crotch, her face going redder from how humiliated it must have made her feel. But when the wave passed she continued, unaware of Annabeth's gaze.
From her point Annabeth was fascinated, she had never thought possible to hold 100% of a bladders fullness and yet here her boss was. Just as with Joy at the airport she felt a strange desire overcome her to see the outcome, one way or the other. She could help, but this time she didn’t feel responsible. She hadn’t distracted her or pulled her away and she hadn’t been the one to make Philippa skip the bathroom despite being desperate for it two hours ago.
Slowly Philippa crossed the room, one unsteady footstep after the other as Annabeth watched, hear heart fluttering in her chest as she knew that the woman was absolutely full and just moments from an accident almost exactly where she had been earlier. But somehow, her boss crossed the room, sweat gathering on her brow and cheeks puffing out with every heavy breath. Her only saving grace, the speed at which everyone had gone looking for their free lunch. Eventually she reached the open door, exiting towards the main reception and the toilets.
Following to the doorway Annabeth heard a loud gasp and rounding the corner she saw her boss slamming through the bathroom door, her calm demeanour completely gone. Looking down she could see a faint trail of wetness as a strange sense of satisfaction overcame her, the resolution she had been hoping for had happened. Wait, did she want her boss to wet herself, shouldn’t she feel sorry for her? Because it definitely didn’t feel like she did, which was a little worrying.
“Hey, you find Philippa?” A voice asked behind her.
“Oh hey Courtney” Annabeth said blushing slightly. “I…uh no I think she must have gotten out a bit early.” She replied, figuring her boss might want a few minutes to herself to clean up.
“Ok, well maybe we will see her later. Some of us have grabbed a table if you want to join.”
“Sure thing” Annabeth said turning and joining her friend for lunch, her stomach rumbling slightly and reminding her she hadn’t actually eaten anything since last night, something thing that seemed to be becoming a regular thing. At least here she hoped she had other alternatives to insects.
Lunch was quite enjoyable as she caught up with her students and their projects that they had been carrying out over the summer break. Phillipa did join them about 10 minutes later, looking a little sheepish but much more relaxed than she had earlier. Despite a quick check, her black slacks had hidden any evidence of her accident, although Annabeth was sure she must have been feeling a little uncomfortable in her sure to be wet underwear.
After lunch the next few hours of talks passed by uneventfully and soon it was time to head home. New connections had been made and even if it had turned out to be a dead end, at least Annabeth knew there were more runes out there to be found. Who knows where or who might have them, but it was a start and walking towards the bus she was feeling a lot more optimistic than she had this morning.
“Hey” Philippa greeted them having gone ahead a few minutes earlier to check on the driver. “Listen.” She said leaning in with a hushed tone. “I was thinking of the way here, since we have finished a little early I've asked the driver to make a stop about halfway back in case anyone needs to stretch their legs or…use the facilities.”
“Ok thank you, I'm sure the others will appreciate it.” Annabeth replied, wondering if her bosses close shave had put her in their shoes and now she was feeling sorry for them. Or maybe she was just worried about needing to go again as badly as she had before lunch.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Monica said loudly, but it wasn’t to them. Above on the steps up to the bus she was talking to Gemma who had been happily talking to her friends before the interruption. In her left hand was another cup of coffee, her face blushing madly as she was called out for something everyone was now thinking about, a sullen look covering her for a moment. Looking over to the bin next to her she took a step towards it.
“Why are you so caught up on this?” Courtney asked, shocking some of the others as she called out the task master in front of them.
“Look, I just don’t want to stop on the way home because someone drank too much and needs to pee like a child.” Monica shot back, not enjoying Courtney’s second time of questioning of her.
Leaning over to Gemma as the other two scowled at each other Annabeth whispered, “Don’t worry, we have stop half way home. Just don’t tell Monica or I’m sure she would complain about it.” Gemma nodding and giving her a smile before boarding the bus.
“Why should some of us that have control like an adult, have to suffer for those that don’t.” Monica continued. “Not that your boss over there was much better, we all saw her scurry off like the rest of them.”
Now it was Annabeth’s time to blush, although she couldn’t help but feel a little angry about it. This was the least professional behaviour she had seen out of anyone; these were students who were supposed to look up to them. Here Monica was undermining her authority and just out right embarrassing her. Little did she know Annabeth herself had been saving the reputation of her precious university last time, she could only imagine what it would do to their image if a group of students had turned up on a bus and in clothes covered in their own urine.
Annabeth felt her tempter flaring and half her mind wanted to fill her up and make her wet herself right then and there. But there was no way she could explain that and as much as she wanted Monica to be brought down a peg or two she also didn’t want it to be instant. It was almost the hope of making it that she wanted her to taste.
“What are you trying to prove here?” Courtney asked, her arms out indicating to the random bus stop they were in.
“That maybe youth isn’t everything.” Monica smirked and Annabeth was sure that it wasn’t just a dig at Courtney's age but also at her hard work and entire project for the last two years.
“Uh ladies, shall we get a move on…we don’t want to make a scene do we.” Philippa interjected and with a final scowl Monica turned back into the bus and took her seat.
That final comment was it for Annabeth, it was one thing to embarrass a lecturer in front of students, it was another entirely to dismiss and degrade one on their project and passion, especially one who had worked as hard as Courtney had. She wouldn’t get away with this Annabeth told herself as she joined them on the bus but purposefully took a seat closer to the front. She wanted to sit somewhere where she could keep an eye on Monica for more than one reason.
Giving Courtney the window seat she lowered herself into the isle seat about 2 rows down from Monica and immediately got to work. Locking onto her she was somewhat surprised to see her target already at 88%, but thinking about it she had been with her almost the entire day and never once did she see her use the restroom. But how can that be, she was at 77% when they arrived over 7 hours ago. No wonder she was confident about her bladders abilities if that was the case, but it didn’t change anything. Just because she may have been able to back up her own confidence, there was no reason to take it out on her, Courtney or Gemma. Although part of her was impressed by the woman’s capabilities and she couldn’t help but wonder when the last time she had peed was if her bladder had only gone up 11% since the morning.
Doing some mental maths that was less than 2% an hour she had filled, so unless it took them 5 hours to get home Monica would somehow make it and even have hours to spare. Her gargantuan bladder was a sure sign she could out hold all of them on the bus, even Courtney several times over. Unfortunately for her though, Annabeth’s new found powers would make sure that even if she did make, it would be by the skin of her teeth and she would experience exactly what she and the others had felt earlier.
But leaning back in her chair Annabeth knew she would have to be patient, she didn’t want to raise any red flags or make Monica think anything odd was going on. This would be a battle of her pride and her bladder, nothing more. Next to her Courtney seemed a little dejected, putting her head on her bag and trying to get some sleep on the way back. Looking over at her Annabeth couldn't help but feel her anger flare up again, a strange warmth filling her body as her nostrils flared.
For 20 minutes she watched the outside pass by the window as they made their way out of the city and back on to the main motorway. They were making good progress but checking her watch Annabeth knew this was about to change, it was becoming rush hour and now was her chance to start the games.
Looking across to Monica she could see her shaking her head and muttering to herself as she seemingly went through the programme of the day with a red marker, as if it was a piece of coursework. Her bladder had increased to 89% but still she seemed to be completely unbothered by it. Connecting to it Annabeth pushed some of her pee into the snarky woman, amazed to see that despite her own bladders contents reducing by 9% Monica’s had only gone up 2%!.
Even so she smiled when she noticed her target shuffle slightly in her seat, adjusting her posture and uncrossing and recrossing her legs the other way over. The first cracks in her superior demeanour that wouldn’t survive the trip if she had her way. But for now she would let her sit there, regaining her confidence and drawing out the inevitable conclusion of this little game.
Another 15 minutes quickly passed but that was the only thing that was happening quickly. As expected commuters had flooded the motorway on their way home and in combination with the still Icey conditions were going far slower than normal. Locking onto her once more she felt the now familiar heat radiating around her body, a little shiver of pleasure running up her spine as she pumped another 10% of her now almost empty bladder into Monica. Half a smile forming on her face as once again she watched the woman squirm noticeably, her bladder now at 93% of its total capacity. She was truly nearing the limit of her control, but Annabeth was sure she would still be expecting to make it. From her estimates they were still around an hour and half from home and she would enjoy watching Monica slowly crack in that time.
Although, that time didn’t include the detour to a service station for the break Philippa had organised and that Monica wasn’t aware of. Would she abandon face and use a service bathroom, or would she try to make it even with the added pressure?. If she had to, Annabeth would have bet on her pride beating her bladder, especially if Annabeth or maybe if no one else asked. It seemed a little bit of an insult to her boss who had specifically arranged something like this, but if Annabeth could make everyone comfortable enough then no one would feel a need to use a bathroom when the chance came up, removing any and all chances for Monica to relieve herself without destroying her pride and regretting all of the snide remarks she had made through the day.
Stretching her arms above her head she craned her neck around, happy to see that now she was near the front she could basically see everyone on the bus using her little mirror. With that and her plan she got to work, her own bladder and Courtney's basically empty and available to skim the top off. Her sleeping friend hadn't offered it this time but she was sure she wouldn’t mind, if she could even tell with how little she was planning on adding. But over the next 20 minutes she managed to get all bladders on the bus to below a third full, most had been less than half full to begin with. But with the extra space of 20% of Courtney and 75% her own bladder, she had been able to accomplish her mission.
As if on cue Philippa stood up at the front of the bus, clearing her throat.
“Hi guys, we should have some time for a stop shortly so you can use the facilities if anyone needs them?”
Silence filled the bus as no one spoke up, a few people just looking at one another. The only person that seemed to perk up was in fact Monica, would she actually say anything to save herself? But after looking around for a few moments, almost imploringly at Gemma she turned back towards Philippa but said nothing.
“I mean…if no one wants to we can skip that and head straight home?”
“Sounds good” one person said, a number of others nodding in agreement and with that it seemed Monica's fate was sealed. A devilish smile appearing on Annabeth’s face as she saw the genuinely worried look flash across Monica’s, something she wasn’t going to be helping.
In fact, it had been plenty of time since she had filled her last time. Connecting to her once more she let another 10% flow between them, her toes curling slightly in her boots as she watched the numbers tick up and felt her own bladder emptying. Across the isle her target was looking more and more desperate, her legs tightly knotted and as Annabeth finished filling her up to 95% her legs began to bounce. The paper she was reading quickly thrown on the chair next to her and her hands now pressing between her legs for a moment. A quiet gasp escaped Monica as she doubled over slightly in her seat, her heavily distended bladder clearly causing her some problems now.
But for Annabeth this was what she wanted to see, Monica was finally getting a taste of her own medicine. It would have been easy for her to have not said anything about the others desperation on arrival, but she had stuck her nose in and now she was paying the price. For the next 30 minutes she watched eagerly as Monica’s movements became more and more erratic, her legs bouncing constantly as she kneaded her thighs with her clenched hands. Slow rocking movements happened from time to time, usually after winces that seemed to suggest her bladder was likely pulsing or cramping inside her. Annabeth would have been worried about her noticing her watching, but it seemed the dark-haired woman was in her own little world and too far gone for that. But now it was time for her next filling.
Connecting their bladders once more Annabeth knew this was going to be it, her hands had grown sweaty with anticipation as she started to empty her bladder into Monica again heart heart fluttered again. Slowly and for more than 5 minutes she kept going, and going, and going with a little bit at a time. But finally, as she heard Monica groan and double over she hit 99%. Part of her was urging herself to keep going, to end this, but a larger part wanted to play with Monica.
Somehow, even at 99% she was staying dry although her movements had all but stopped. Her torso wavering as she stared forwards, dumfounded by what had happened to her iron bladder and immaculate control. A sheen of sweat building on her brow as her arm wrapped around her abdomen, seemingly trying to shield it but it would be no use.
Even from where she was sat Annabeth could see how Monica’s tight pant suit cut into her heavily distended abdomen, a tight bisection cutting through the giant inflated organ. Another loud groan filled the bus as both of Monica’s hands flew between her legs, a couple of others noticing the commotion. She was now at 100% but still fighting for control. Like her boss earlier it seemed Monica had the fortitude and level of control that she had seen very rarely until now. It was taking its toll as even over the sound of the bus she could hear the deep heavy and laboured breaths coming from the almost pregnant looking woman. She must have been battling hard to contain the litres of liquid held within her small frame of the groaning woman a few rows ahead.
Annabeth wondered how long she could hold it even at 100%, it clearly depended on the individual but surely no one could go above 100%?. She wasn’t sure quite what her vision was measuring given that some people lost it earlier than others like those on the plane, but Monica seemed to be just about managing. Her face screwed up in agony as she now cupped her bursting bladder with both hands, hunched over on her seat looking like she was about to explode.
Sweat was beginning to drop off the black-haired woman as she rhythmically winced, but mile after mile came and went as she held on and on. Her fortitude commendable but it was what Annabeth was banking on. Finally, after 10 minutes of staring at her Monica groaned quietly and quivered for a moment. Unable to look away Annabeth saw a faint sheen appear on the seat under her target as she rocked in her seat. She had leaked!, The dark of the evening and inefficient lighting on board was hiding the leak that she had seen and was sure was now soaking into the seat beneath her. Now back down to 99% Annabeth couldn’t help but push her back up to 100% , smirking as she heard Monica groan again. This time she only lasted a few seconds before another patch of wetness spread out of her Cinnamon coloured trousers, this time dropping to 98% and a clear streak flowing down the back of one of her bent legs. This leak had been more substantial and she was almost certainly about to lose control fully, but in a way Annabeth didn’t want that, she wanted her to suffer more for what she had put her through. Plus, she was enjoying the feeling of using Monica like a play thing, her bladder a vessel for her to fill and empty at her desires. Pulling out 5% back into her own bladder she saw Monica relax a little, She would give her a moment of rest before the storm that was about to come.
Slyly Monica separated her legs gingerly, clearly seeing the damage to her trousers before closing her legs and placing a hand over her sure to be wet crotch. Puffing out her cheeks for a moment she grimaced, a sure sign that despite what she had taken out Monica was still battling. Her burning muscles that had started to fail must have been urging her to give in and wet herself. But she knew that It would never happen willingly, Annabeth was sure Monica would fight until the very end.
Looking past her she spotted something she recognised and something that made Annabeth smile again. They were still at least 40 minutes from home, she still had plenty of time to appease the voice in her head that was already telling her to break Monica again. But steeling herself she was patient, she wanted Monica to feel in control again before cracking her like an egg. Who knew how many times she could do it, how strong were her adversaries muscles? Maybe if she could hold out a couple more time she might even give her a chance of making it home mostly dry.
The next few minutes passed by slowly for both of them but for different reasons. But spotting a sign for services in 2 miles it seemed a good time to do it. After all Monica could ask at any point for them to stop, but she knew she wouldn’t.
Connecting she flooded another 4% into Monica who shot almost instantly back up to 99% and let out another load groan, almost flinching at the additional pressure. Now more than a few others had clearly become aware of what was happening to the former task manager as she battled with her body as it betrayed her. A few of those she picked on regularly including Gemma were watching on, clearly enjoying the sight.
Monica resumed rocking in her seat, gasping periodically as she clutched at herself furiously. Pursing her lips her head seemed to be in the clouds as it teetered on her waving neck. But still she said nothing and soon that services had passed and so had the chance to ask them to pull over. So, Monica hadn't used the out she had given her after all. Connecting to her Annabeth pushed another 1% into her, watching as Monica pulled her legs up towards her chest for a moment, a grunt of exertion passing through the woman’s lips as she shuddered for almost 10 seconds before she stamped her feet to the floor and both hands shot once again between her legs. A faint hiss just audible from where Annabeth was sitting reached her ears like the most pleasurable music. A short burst of wetness escaping and overflowing from the edge of the chair and dampening the sides of her trousers. Her pee now visible on the rear of her lightly coloured trousers, but once again she had cut it off with some immeasurable effort.
Now at 97% Annabeth pushed her back up to 98% but left it there, wanting her to feel on the absolute edge of control for as long as possible. Again, it seemed that despite her now sodden clothes Monica was in denial but Annabeth would give her another chance, next services 13 miles.
Again and in spite of the puddle she must have now been sat in, Monica said nothing as they passed the services almost 15 minutes later.
Well she made her choice Annabeth thought to herself as she connected to Monica for another round of this game she was playing.
Now almost second nature she pushed her bladder into the sweating and squirming woman already sat in her own puddle of piss. Monica let out a deep rumble from her throat, a strange sound that was a clear sign of the agonising discomfort she was feeling. Ticking up to 100% she was frozen in place, a forceful whistle of air escaping between clenched teeth as she desperately tried to hold on. But then another crack appeared, another burst of wetness from her tired muscles as her trousers glistened again. For a few seconds a trickle could be seen running down the back of her legs as she sat rigidly and unmoving. Somehow, she cut it off but by now there was already a puddle on the floor and many had seen her lose control. No one spoke but they all knew what was coming, apparently except Monica who was still ignoring the inevitable. The warmth she was sat in and the wetness spreading down her legs should have been sure signs but she was fighting a losing battle. Even if they started to pull over she doubted she would make it without help.
But Annabeth knew something she might not. That was the last services and there would be no stopping until getting home. A fact that meant her little game was already over, Monica was always going to lose but she hadn’t finished with her yet. That last leak had taken her to 95%, well that was just too low for Annabeth. Pumping in yet more she pushed Monica back up to 100% smiling as she heard the woman groan pitifully again.
“Oh no…oh…oh….oh…” It was the first time Monica had said anything, her first whispered verbalisation that anything was wrong. It was like she had only just not realised she was going to have an accident…more of an accident on this bus. Watching Monica Cross her legs tightly Annabeth could see drops of the previous leak fall from her sodden trouser legs. A shower of drops also falling from her shoes as she lifted her foot off the floor. Screwing herself up she let out a little whimper, but then a loud hiss filled the air. The new position of her tightly crossed and knotted legs amplifying the squelching sound as a pressurised just left her forcefully. The sound closer to opening a bottle of fizzy drink than anything Annabeth thought could come from someone peeing.
It was accompanied by another groan as Monica doubled over, her double crossed legs and high knees almost touching her chest as she breathed heavily into her legs. Drops of sweat racing down her face as it looked downwards, she was nearing the end but she had miraculously stopped it once again. Her muscles of steel able to repeatedly stop the flow of liquid that had been forced passed them. But this test of strength was not fair and it wasn’t over yet.
In the corner of her eye she watched as one of the students elbowed Gemma, pointing towards their previous tormentor and the condition she was in. A shocked look appearing on the students face before transforming into a toothy grin that she failed to hide behind one of her hands. But seeing her it did give Annabeth an idea.
Connecting to Gemma Annabeth pulled almost half of the woman’s bladder out of her, a cramp signalling how full she herself was feeling. She had needed a lot to keep the copious bladder of Monica filled at all times, but after this she wouldn’t need to worry about either of them.
Looking back at Monica she smiled to herself, this was it for her target. Connecting for what she knew would be the last time she pushed all of the liquid she had taken out of Gemma into Monica, a symbolic and somewhat poetic way of breaking the iron bladder by using the paper bladder she had that day been making fun of.
Instantly Monica sat up rigidly as her bladder hit 98%...99…100…101…102 numbers Annabeth didn’t think were possible but after a second it was clear that they weren’t. In almost silence, her eyes open and mouth agape Monica exploded into a wet mess. A loud hiss filling the bus followed moments later by a splattering noise as a deluge of pee shot out of Monica’s tortured bladder. Waves of liquid overflowed the seat that was doing its best to soak up the monumental accident before it cascaded off the sides of the chair and splattered noisily onto the hard plastic floor of the coach. The puddle rapidly expanding and snaking its way down the bus.
“If that’s someone spilling something you are going to have to….Oh!” Philippa stopped in her tracks as she stood up to confront the clumsy student, only to be dumbfounded by the waterfall erupting from between Monica’s legs and rolling across the bus towards her.
For minutes Monica peed, the heavy stream constantly flowing onto the floor and spreading out around her. The trickle of pee and pressurised stream hissing through her trousers now the only sound as everyone fell quiet. A few stifled laughs from some of the students who couldn’t help but express their satisfaction in her humiliation. The Giant puddle now spreading to the back of the bus almost 10m away as the bus continues on its journey. Monica's trousers almost completely darkened as they absorbed the pee still erupting from Monica's monumental accident.
“Did you do that?” A quiet voice whispered next to her.
At this point Annabeth realised what she had been doing, the power she had been feeling over Monica and the enjoyment she had been having. For the first time she felt a tinge of remorse, but unlike the strangers on the plane she hadn’t made her have this accident. Monica had repeatedly skipped the bathroom, even after leaking Annabeth had given her a chance to save herself but she hadn’t taken it. It was Monica’s pride that had caused this she told herself.
“I…I didn’t help it.” Annabeth responded sheepishly.
“Good, she deserved it.” Courtney joked, nestling hear head back down on her bag as they entered the outskirts of town.
Slowing the bus stopped at the first traffic lights since the motorway and everyone looked down as a tidal wave of Monica’s pee rolled past them from the back to the front of the bus, beginning to spill down the stairs at the front.
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Chapter 12 – blackout.
Sitting at the front of her class Annabeth sipped from the large cup of tea she had brought with her, the travel flask keeping it nice and toasty as she walked to the university. Today was the first day of teaching and she felt the usual mix of nervousness and excitement she had the last couple of years. It was always daunting to meet so many fresh-faced individuals and to be the one walking them through their first experiences with Archology. But at the same time, it was always enjoyable to meet so many new people fascinated by the history of the world in the same way she was. Having grown up in small rural town she hadn’t met another person like her until coming to university. Even now after all these years surrounded by her peers, it was still a bit of a surprise to her when so many turned up each year.
Closing down her notes for the class she opened back up the internet tab she had been browsing between the fourth and fifth read through. She was trying to find out more about the rune lost in Egypt but so far she had come up empty. The only strange thing was that it seemed to be one of the first few items taken, its theft was reported a full day before many of the others. A break in before the break in? but why would anyone take the rune and not the giant golden statues which were taken the following day. Part of her wondered if the unwitting person had triggered it and fled before coming back the next day. Could there be another like her, walking around with a rune on their arm and with strange powers?
Zooming in on the best quality photo she could find she pulled it up alongside one of the images she had from one of the scrolls from the temple. When Courtney had found the time to digitise them in the last two days she didn’t know.
Despite the faded texts and grainy photos she was able to match it to one of the other gods runes, the same runes present in the temple and in this case the very script that had sent them to Morocco. It was Nanshe, the Sumerian goddess of social justice and divination. Why these cultures and gods had somehow become associated was still a mystery to her, but now they had multiple references to them being together so it couldn’t just be a coincidence.
The next question was how did it end up in Jamaica from the middle east? There was evidence that trade had existed between modern day Iraq and Jamaica dating back to the 14th century, but it was extremely rare and why would this rune have been bought and moved. To her it only made sense if the person doing so knew what the symbol was. Had the sect of Omotet somehow survived until the 16th century when these pirates would have been active? If she could figure out who this pirate was, maybe then she could start putting the pieces together and working backwards.
She was sure that many others had tried to figure this out, but they were not Dr. Annabeth Cole.
“Is this E103?” a voice interrupted her self-reverence.
“I uh yes it….is” Annabeth said, pausing slightly as she caught site of the young woman standing in the doorway and instantly recognising her, her cheeks blushing slightly as she became a little flustered.
In the doorway stood a short young woman, her pink hair rustling slightly as she put a hand through it. It was the woman from the plane back from Morocco, the one she had so ruthlessly filled and caused her to wet herself on landing.
It was impossible, it couldn’t be! she thought to herself again.
What were the chances, why would she have been on that plane and now be here. Was this a weird joke, maybe she was misremembering, after all she had hit her head that day pretty hard.
“I…sorry yes are you here for your introduction to Prehistoric African civilisations? Annabeth said trying to recover her composure.
“Yes” The young woman smiled, walking in and offering her hand to shake. “Im Angelica, sorry I only got back a couple of days ago and missed the freshers orientation.”
“Its no problem, I don’t think many of those who went on it will remember much” Annabeth laughed back and was glad to see the student relax a little and take her stuff to the front row of benches set up in the lecture hall.
“Were you anywhere interesting?” Annabeth asked, prying for a little bit of information but already coming to the conclusion it was in fact the woman from the plane.
“Morocco, I was out there helping with a dig and trying to get some experience before starting here.”
Sighing internally Annabeth closed her eyes for a second.
But then again, she was talking like they had never met before. Maybe Angelica didn’t know they had, maybe she had been too preoccupied to notice her sat on the plane. But hearing some more foot steps in the hallway the trickle of students started making their way into the class and soon it was full of excited and many hungover students.
“Hi guys. My name is Dr. Cole and welcome to my class. Today we are going to have a quick overview of African civilisations and where they were at the end of what we call pre-history today. But as I’m sure you know, even that is somewhat of an over simplification.”
Looking up she clicked the slides to start and looking around she was pleased to see many looking interested, although there were the usual few who were not.
“You see traditionally prehistory was seen as the time before written history, before people started writing accounts of events that happened in the world. However, as we have advanced our understanding of history this type of title is a little basic. After all, if a Neolithic man paints a picture of a hunt that he was on, is that not written history.”
“So, given this contradiction do any of you have a better idea of what we might label the end of pre-history as?” she asked, turning on her heels and looking out at the sea of three dozen faces. A few hands shooting up while others looked a little surprised and clearly expected this to just be a sit and watch thing.
“yes?” she said pointing to a woman at the back of the class.
“Can I go to the toilet” she said nonchalantly, a few giggles or smirks flying through the crowd of supposed adults.
“I…yes” Annabeth sighed, indicating to the door.
Watching the woman approach she was curious to see her carrying her jacket and bag and she knew where this was going. Scanning the woman’s bladder quickly it only confirmed it as she was at 30%, she wouldn’t be coming back. But at least this power would come in handy if she ever needed to see if someone actually was desperate.
“Any one else want to have a go at the answer?” Annabeth continued.
Pointing at another woman in the front row next to Angelica who did have her hand up as well, she was glad that the first words out of her mouth were not asking for a bathroom break.
“Well, it depends on the culture, doesn’t it? But If I had to make a point in time it would probably when the first known civilisation started to use what we consider a full written language. So, would that be Egypt in 3200 BCE?”
“Good answer” Annabeth smiled back, yes I would tend to agree with that. Although, some have suggested it should be when the last civilisation has left the previous age which indicates the full transition from one to the other. But then again, that does technically mean history only started in the early 1900’s as New Guinea only started writing at that time. So if any of you have grandparents from then, feel free to call them prehistoric” Annabeth joked, a number of smiles and chuckles going through the crowd. It was a joke she made every year, but it seemed to be a good way of settling people down and showing she wasn’t just another teacher stuck in her ways.
The rest of the two-hour session passed by surprisingly quickly, several students clearly standing out from the first years. After what her and Courtney had spoken about yesterday and her planning last night when they got back, it had given her an idea. So as the rest of the class started to file out of their only lecture of the day, she slowly walked towards some of them.
“Hey guys, thanks for your input in todays class. I was wondering if you would be interested in helping out with a little project for some extra credits?” She said, part of her not believing she had been so bold to already ask these first years to join her.
“Yeah sure” said one of them called Lisa, it was difficult to put names to faces even with the pictures she had been given to help with that. But once students started being active in class it made it so much easier.
“What about you Jessie and Angelica, you are welcome to come too.” Annabeth continued. It might be a little odd to explain it all to the pink haired woman who she was sure might begin to remember about events on the plane and put tow and two together. But at the same time her absolutely massive bladder would likely prove useful and she certainly seemed to know a thing about African civilisations. In fact they all had, Jessie had been the most confident and part of Annabeth wondered why she was even here. Her understanding and knowledge was likely almost as good as hers, but then again with the current climate unless you have the degree to go with it, no one will give you a chance to show it. As for the others Lisa Knew a lot too for a first year, while Angelica clearly had a lot of practical experience and knowledge about digs. Between them the three students would be the perfect people to help her with this project.
“So what is it?” Jessie asked.
“I…its hard to explain. But for now since you have some free time I would like you all to look into this.” She said handing them a couple of pieces of paper. On the pages was the description of the pirates treasure and everything she could quickly find on it, combined with a few bits and pieces including runes from her own work. “See how much you can find on these runes and the possible identify of the pirate whose treasure this might have been. I’ve also planned something else later if you are free at 6pm? I realise its short notice so if you cant make it that’s ok.”
“I can, I can too” Lisa and Jessie said while Angelica nodded along, their eagerness bringing a smile to Annabeth's face.
“Perfect, I’ll be in the ground floor labs in the Bio-Sciences building if you can find your way there?”
“Shouldn’t be a problem” they all agreed and with that she sent them on their way, the first wheel put in motion for her idea.
The next step was to meet Courtney and to arrange what she needed for the evening.
“An MRI machine?” Courtney exclaimed as they walked into the med-lab room they were meeting in later.
“Yeah, well we wanted to know what happens when I use the power and this seemed to be the best bet.”
“So, What the plan”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe you could go in the machine and I will hold the rune to see what impact it has on your bladder. We might be able to see where the liquid comes from and even figure out how it works?”
“I…you want to fill me up in the machine?”
“I mean…if you are ok with that obviously. If there is anything you disagree with please say so. I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position.”
“Is that kind of the point” Courtney smiled back, putting their minds at ease.
“So what’s with the students helping if its just that?”
“Well, I figured it would be a good first step explaining what was going on. Plus, we might have more opportunities to do more tests like liquid transfers and also it would be good to see how it works on different people. Get a good average from the tests?”
“Sounds like you have really thought this through.”
“Yeah, well with this thing on my arm its been kind of hard to think of much else”
“Yeah I know what you mean” Courtney replied, looking up quickly at her as if she had said something she hadn’t meant too. “Anyway, should we test the machine out and see how it works?”
“Yeah can do, I’ve actually used them quite a few times. Its the best way of getting a look at some artefacts, even mummified remains contained within wooden coffins can be scanned without destroying what’s in them.”
“Awesome, glad you know what you are doing.”
“Hi guys, sorry we are a bit early” A voice came from the doorway to the room, Angelica, Lisa and Jessie standing their with a pile of books in their arms.
“No problem, we were just to run a test. Angelica, Lisa and Jessie this is Courtney, my assistant who was in your shoes a few years ago.” She said introducing the group who exchanged pleasantries.
"More than I would like to admit" Courtney said, shaking hands with the new arrivals.
Pressing a couple of buttons, the machine sprang to life with a loud whirring noise that filled the other room they were looking into. The industrial magnets needing to be kept separate from anything metal and as such had been placed in a way similar to an X-ray machine. Their little control booth isolated from the device itself.
“I think im just going to do a quick test by….”
Pressing the operation button the room suddenly fell dark, the power going out and making Annabeth sigh loudly.
“Sorry, maybe I should have asked the technician to stay after all.”
“Yeah, the lights in the corridor are out too.” Angelica said and looking out the door to the room. It was a little strange though, Angelica could have sworn that this room wasn’t supposed to be able to do that.
“Looks like a black out, I cant see any lights in any of the buildings.” Lisa said poking her head around the doorway. “But I think you had better come up with an excuse quick professor, Maintenance are on their way.” She joked, the faint beams of flashlights coming through the corridor towards them.
“Sorry guys that was us” she said loudly towards them, flagging down the help.
A second later a strange pop noise could be heard and looking up Annabeth was shocked to see Lisa clutching something in her arm and slowly falling to the floor.
“Lisa?!” Annabeth shouted. But moments later the doorway was filled with light as a number of figures carrying torches rounded the corner. Instinctively she ducked behind the counter, peaking out briefly she saw several figures enter the room in black overalls and with strange looking guns.
“Sorry Dr. Cole, its nothing personal.” A voice said from behind her.
Turning around she saw Courtney already slumped over, while Jessie was now stood holding an odd pistol at her. A second later she heard another pop as a dart hit her in the chest and she became instantly groggy, her vision starting to fade. Slumping onto the floor next to Courtney she did her best to fight what ever drug she was currently being dosed with, but it was no use and after just a few seconds she blacked out.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, no Omo but a bit of story progression.
Hopefully the last longer chapter was enough to tide people over for another couple of weeks. |
Chapter 13: Into the light
Little bit of a warning, this chapter does contain peril (I cant remember what the warning on TV is) and is a little darker. Its also a bit of another Lore dump so apologise for that.
“Mmnnynn mmnnnhnn” Vague murmurings were starting to come through to Annabeth who was starting to stir, her had and arms hanging heavily.
“I think our guest is waking up” An unknown voice announced, followed by some footsteps and a door opening and closing.
“Whhu, whatsss goin on” she slurred picking her head up, but trying to raise her hand to her head she felt it tug against something.
Opening her eyes and blinking as the blinding light of the white room filled her eyes, she took in her surroundings. She was currently sat in small white concrete room, her legs and arms attached to a metal chair that seemed to have been positioned facing away from the door and whoever was speaking to her.
“What are you doing, why am I here!” Annabeth shouted, tugging forcibly on her restraints but finding no give in the tight rope. But at least It seemed whatever drug had been used was quickly wearing off.
“Now, now, Dr. Cole, there is no need for that.” A man said, emerging from her left-hand side dragging another chair, stopping directly In front of her. Swivelling it around he sat down on the reversed chair, his eyes meeting hers as he sat just a couple of feet away. An uneasy feeling washing over Annabeth as she looked in the eyes of her captor, dark and wicked in their appearance. Some sort of tribal tattoo peeking out over the collar of his shirt as he sat there looking over her, his eyes wandering along her body in a way that felt predatory to her.
“You know, they say to never meet your heroes but I feel like I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Who…Who are you?” Annabeth asked, her confidence faltering.
“Im a fan of your work Dr. Cole, or may I call you Annabeth.”
“No you may not!” She shot back, but only got a grin in response as he laughed at her comment.
“Okay then, Dr. Cole.” He said leaning in slightly closer. “My name is Laurence and im a bit of a collector and you have something I want.” It was said in a whisper but its impact was strong, but Annabeth had met people like him before.
“So you’re a thief, a grave robber.” She responded, once again tugging at her bindings.
“You might want to choose your words more carefully Dr. Cole. After all your not dead so I wouldn’t call it grave robbing…yet.” Laurence replied, leaning back in his chair clearly annoyed at her aggressive response.
“Look, what ever it is you can have it.” Annabeth said, suddenly realising the danger of the situation, her eyes going to the large knife attached to his belt. All the other criminals she had dealt with usually had a line they didn’t want to cross, but she got the feeling from the man ahead of her that he didn’t have such qualms.
“See, that’s the sort of attitude I was after.” Laurence said smiling and standing up, moving the chair out of the way. “You know in some ways I should be thanking you, I would never have found that temple if it wasn’t for you. That relic had been hidden to me for decades.”
“What temple? The one in Morocco I didn’t find anything!”
“Oooh, and I had thought we had come to some understanding” he said, his hand gesturing between the two of them.
“I found some scrolls but never did a full dig I…” Annabeth stammered, but was cut off as he began tutting at her. Swallowing deeply her mouth went dry as he slowly unclipped the knife from his belt.
“Now, I know you found something else in there.” He said, taking a step forwards and brandishing his knife, slowly pointing it at her breast and tracing over her left nipple. Smiling again he paused and let the knife linger there before grabbing her arm and using the knife to rip open the sleeve of her shirt to reveal the rune tattoo.
“Now, I know you didn’t get that at any ordinary tattoo parlour” he smirked, leaning over tracing it with his hand. A familiar burning sensation spread through her arm as her bladder cramped slightly. Shuffling in her seat she hated the satisfied look that spread across his face as she involuntarily tried to close her legs.
“Felling a little uncomfortable there.” He said raising his eyebrow at her.
“Im fine” Annabeth lied. “Look, I don’t know anything about this. It just attached itself to me, why do you want it anyway.”
“Well, it is my birth right and, I have been looking for them for a long time now.”
“But why do you want this power, surely there are more important things to look for than the ability to control someone’s bladder.” She asked hastily, hoping to convince him that maybe they could work together on something else.
“Annabeth, you don’t understand the power yet, but you might do given time to learn. Its more than just the power of someone’s bladder, its the power over someone, of controlling aspects of another being and their body. Its much more than what you are pretending it is. Im sure even you have felt the draw of the power over the last few days.”
She wasn’t sure what look had come across her face but it was clear he had seen it, was it embarrassment, guilt or did she agree with him?
“See…” He smiled again, pointing his knife at her. “ But its not just that. You see all those years ago the gods, Magi, Mystics, Friends, whatever you want to call them, they cultivated power to help them rule. In total 12 were designed, each one with a distinct enhancement for the one it bonded too. What you have is just one, Satis’s if I remember correctly.” He finished, looking up thoughtfully.
“Your part of the Omotet!”
“What?” He laughed, “You think…Oh no, you really have no idea do you. I am not a member of the Omotet, I am the reason they created the Omotet.” Laurence said, standing up and holding his arms out wide. “You are in for a ride” He said, clapping his hands together with the wicked smile back and bigger than ever. Pulling off his shirt he revealed his torso, a number of runes covering his body. The tattoos were identical in nature to hers, but each one had a distinct pattern matching those of the 12 she had seen in the temple. “You see I had gotten 8 already but the last few were a little harder to find after the Omotet hid them from me.”
“But why, who are you?” Annabeth asked in shock, her eyes glued to the runes and their markings that snaked their way across his body. The large symbols were interlaced with other ordinary tattoos that only seemed to amplify their design and in a weird way make them look more menacing.
Smiling widely there was a glint in his eye, as if he lived for these moments. “I am the god of war, the crusader who built and unified Egypt only to be cast aside by those three idiots.”
“The triad” Annabeth whispered as she struggled to understand what he was saying, how could he be centuries old.
“So you do know something… They lacked ambition, happy to reign over our corner of the world. Yes, some of the sect of 12 went to rule other countries, but even they were too small. With our powers we could have ruled the entire world, used the runes to keep expanding and bringing more people into the light of our divinity. But they lost faith and that wasn’t acceptable.” He finished angrily, his teeth clenched together as he spat out the insults to the ancient deities he was claiming to be one of.
“How?” Annabeth said, her brain reeling with this information. Was he telling the truth or just an insane person, could he really be from Ancient Egypt?
“I was one of the twelve, I had my own rune bestowed upon me by Ra. As his best warrior I was bestowed a rune of great regenerative powers, even mortal wounds wouldn’t kill me. I used it for his glory and for the glory of Egypt, but once I knew the others were wasting their gifts I knew I had to be the one to carry on his legacy. But to do that I need them all, a true form of power that would enable me to fulfil the promise I made to Ra and protect his legacy.”
Walking around the room he began to pace, as if he had rehearsed this in his head a million times, perhaps he had.
Now then the first was easy, gullible old Tjenenyet. It wasn’t hard to convince them to give over their rune, not that fertility and fermentation were the top of my priorities. But then came Renpet, you know I did like her.” He said pausing as if reminiscing about something. “But she was troubled, the power she wielded over time and eternity weighing on her greatly. In a way im sure it was a relief to lose that power, until her real age caught up with her and she turned to dust. But then you see I had the powers of Regeneration, youth and fertility, a powerful combination that allows me to stand before you today.” He said, slamming his feet together with a click and pivoting towards her, his arms outstretched to show himself off.
This was getting more and more insane but in a strange way Annabeth was starting to believe him. But even so she had no idea what to say to the man currently giving her an apparent in person account of ancient history. In a weird way she was fascinated.
“But it was at this point the others, some of the others found out what I was doing and in secret went about removing and hiding the runes from me, your beloved Omotet. You know your research into them is pretty good, I did my best to remove all traces of them and me and yet you still found a lot. So when I was a fan of your work I meant it, extremely useful to me. But anyway, that’s enough about me, you were asking about why you were here?”
“I….” Annabeth stammered, her thoughts stuck in her throat as once again he turned to look at her, an intensity in his gaze that jumbled her mind.
“You can play an important part in history and all you have to do is give me… that” he said pointing the knife back at her arm. You see they were smart enough to make sure that it has to be given up by a willing host to another, it cant be taken.”
“Why would I ever help you, given everything you have said. I mean if you cant take it then you need me” Annabeth said, feeling a little more confident. In all his talking he had now given away that he couldn’t just take it from her. Now she had the upper hand, if she could she might be able to delay him enough and she was sure someone would come for her even if he wouldn’t agree to work with her. Although just as she thought this she saw him smile again, the same smile that sent a shiver down her spine each time she saw it.
“That’s the funny thing about willing, it implies you want to because you want me to have it on accounts of me being such a nice guy.” He smirked, twirling his knife into his index finger as he slowly paced around her in the large room. “But that’s the thing, I’ve found that you can get around that by having something the other person doesn’t want to happen as an alternative.”
Clicking his fingers Annabeth heard the door open, a number of footsteps approaching and placing two chairs noisily in front of her. A moment later the sounds of struggling could be heard as Courtney and Angelica were thrown onto the chairs, their hands and legs quickly attached to the chair in the same way she was.
“We meet again Dr. Cole.” A feminine voice said, a voice Annabeth recognised. Stepping out of the periphery came Dr. Farris, the speaker from the conference and behind her was Jessie her pretend student. “You want to stay still, you want to put your arms by your sides and be tied to the chair.” She said to Annabeth’s friends. Strangely they nodded, placing their hands and giving up all control as they were tied to the chair, a strange blank but satisfied look plastered across their faces.
“I…what are you doing to them” Annabeth asked as her friends were restrained.
“Thank you, sister.” Laurance said, enjoying the confused look on Annabeth’s face as the events of the day continued to get more and more confusing. “You see, there isn’t just one of me. Sam is another, you see these powers that I have been granted can be bestowed on others just as your rune can affect others. Plus, depending on what needs doing its always good to get a hand.” He said, clasping hands with his sister.
Pulling up her sleeve Annabeth could see two runes on the woman she had seen presenting, the over the top laughing from the conference suddenly making sense. In front of her Sam closed her eyes and one of the runes seemed to shimmer slightly before becoming almost liquid in nature. A black ripple running down her arm and onto Laurence before reaching his exposed back and materialising back into the tattoo but now on his body.
Now the transfer was complete he looked down at her, his eyes staring aggressively at her.
“Now then last chance, play nice or things might get more uncomfortable for your friends here.”
“Don’t help them, they attacked us.” Courtney blurted out before swearing loudly as Sam grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled tightly. What ever effect had been holding her had now dissipated.
“Stop, don’t hurt them!” Annabeth said, her eyes meeting Angelica’s fear filled eyes as she became aware once again.
“I mean… it is entirely up to you what we do, give us the rune or we will have to take further steps.”
Annabeth had to do something, she had to get an edge, to stop them. Tugging on her bonds again she could feel a little give but not enough, wait her power. The very thing she was here for, the rune on her arm and the powers that it gave her. Maybe, if she could fill them up she could it would incapacitate them physically as they wrestled with their bladders. There were just two of them in the room now, there might be others on the way out but that would be a problem for later.
“Tick Tock, im going to need an answer” Laurence said tapping his forearm.
It had to be now or never!
Connecting to her friends bladders she was glad to see them fairly full, it must have been some hours since they were knocked out. Pulling as quickly as she could from Courtney she felt her own bladder swell and looking up at Laurence she connected to his bladder, looking him in the eyes she saw him squint as if trying to uncover what she was doing. But then she pushed…she pushed…pushed, it wasn’t working! A pulse from her overfilled bladder caused her to groan and double over. She had thought she would only be holding it for seconds but now it was causing her some discomfort.
“Nice try” Laurence said before laughing out loud. Walking up to her he prodded a finger into her Abdomen, the sudden pressure sending out forks of pain through her bladder and causing her to groan loudly.
“Looks like someone tried to pull a fast one, but you see there was only one problem with that. The Runes don’t work on each other, I cant affect you and you cant affect me.”
“Oooh” Annabeth groaned again, her legs now furiously bobbing up and down as her bladder continued to cramp painfully. She had to do something with the contents but she couldn’t bring herself to put it back in her friends.
“That wasn’t very nice now was it, after I gave you a chance to do it the easy way. But I guess you want it to be the hard way.” He said, his eyes narrowing as he took steps towards her.
“Since you are so fond of this” He said, kicking her chair and hooking it around violently so now she was facing away from her friends. “Why don’t we see how you like it”. Violently he cut her hand free from the chair before wrenching it away from her, forcing her to bend her elbow and for her hand to make contact with her rune. Immediately the pressure in her bladder went through the roof as she groaned loudly again, powerful pulses racing though her body.
Taking the strands of rope he began wrapping her hand to the rune, tightly securing it in place and in constant contact with her arm.
“Oh god” Annabeth whimpered, feeling her muscles threatening to release her pee at any moment as more and more liquid magically filled her bladder.
“He cant help you here” Sam said, smiling wickedly like her brother and pulling Annabeth’s head back. A bottle of water was hovering above her and as her head was pulled back it began pouring onto Annabeth face. Spluttering as some went down her nose, the rest entering and overflowing her mouth as she began coughing. The sudden contractions of her stomach combined with the wetness now flowing over her skin were the last straw for her still filling bladder. Pee exploded out of her, a loud hiss filling the room as her jeans darkened from her pee and the water being poured over her. The relief was intense at first but the feeling quickly disappeared, her hand pressing on the rune and causing her bladder to fill indefinitely. She was caught between the constant bliss of relief and pain of a filled bladder. No matter how long she peed it seemed to make no difference, but that wasn’t the worst part.
Behind her she could hear grunts and groans from her friends, the two of them also rapidly filling. Thankfully she had taken some from Courtney and she already knew of Angelicas sizable bladder but she was sure that they to would soon be suffering a similar fate. Forced to wet themselves constantly for however long their captors wanted to keep them in this state.
A full minute later and her Jeans were completely drenched, her legs wet and warm as a giant puddle spread out from under her chair and across the floor. The whimpers and gasps from the two behind her getting louder and more frequent as even their large bladders started to reach their limits.
“Please Annabeth” Angelica begged
“Don’t!” Courtney grunted, “We can take it.”
“Such fortitude” Laurence said mockingly, “you look fit to burst” he said as Annabeth heard him walk up to Courtney and likely prod her bladder judging by the yell that came out of her moments later.
“But I’m afraid you won’t be suffering the same fate as your friend here” Laurence said, condescendingly patting Annabeth on the shoulder as a torrent continued to fall from the chair as she desperately tugged to get her arm free from the rune.
“One of the many perks of all of these powers is that they can combine into some truly interesting combinations. For instance, after many years of practice I’m able to control people’s muscles, the inner workings of their bodies easy to manipulate. People are almost like a puppet for me, although I must say its still quite difficult to force people to do things. Its kind of why im hoping your rune can help me out with that, given that many things in your body are controlled by water and blood. But im getting ahead of myself, for now I think this will do.” He said, clearly doing something to the two women behind Annabeth but she couldn’t tell what.
“What are you doing to them” She grunted as she rocked in her chair, pee still flowing out of her and splattering noisily off the metal chair.
“Im saving them from suffering a fate like yours, like I said I would. Now they wont pee themselves, even if they wanted too.” He repeated, coming around to stand in front of her again.
“Now, this is quite some mess you have made Dr. Cole.” Sam said condescendingly, picking up her heavy duty boot and shaking her foot as some of the puddle dripped from them.
“Ahhhh” A grunt filled the room, far louder than the last.
“I think your friend their might be needing to pee. But im afraid that’s not going to happen, you see ive locked her muscles and now even if she wants to, she simply cannot let any of that painful pee out. And with your hand stuck where it is, I’d say they have just a few minutes before something bad happens to them. Well… something worse.”
“Courtney?” Annabeth asked loudly, craning her neck around but unable to see her or get any response other than another loud whimper.
“Now, I am a generous man. I will give you one more chance, give me the rune or I will let this continue and you can listen to the sounds of your friends’ bladders exploding and the cries of pain that will fill this room. In fact part of me is curious if that thing on your arm will know what to do if that happens?”
“Why are you doing this” Angelica cried behind them, beginning to sob.
“All I want is the Rune Annabeth!” He said forcefully, crouching down to stare her in the eyes.
“Im going to explode!” Courtney said, her voice pained and faltering between syllables.
“Fine, please stop this!” Annabeth cried; she couldn’t listen to her friends in pain any longer. Her own body exhausted from constantly wetting itself for over 2 minutes now, litres of pee had to have spilled out of her and yet her bladder was still full.
“Hey, I knew we could come to some agreement!” Laurence said happily as she clapped his hands together.
Next to her Sam cut her hand free and their bladders stopped filling. But given the damage already done Annabeth just continued to pee, her absolutely drenched jeans unable to soak any more up as she continued to add to the absolutely massive puddle covering most of the room.
Using his foot Laurence spun the chair noisily around, ripples going through the puddle as she moved back to face her friends. Their faces pictures of pain and their abdomens bloated beyond anything Annabeth had ever seen. Their bladders painfully protruding inches from the sweating and groaning women.
Scanning their giant abdomens, she noticed that they were both over 100%! Courtney sat at 112% while Angelicas heavily pregnant looking bulge was at 128%, how was this even possible.
“Don’t even think about it!” Her thoughts interrupted as he had appeared to read them, or was that one of his abilities?.
“Please I have too” Annabeth said looking at her two squirming and still groaning friends as they painfully struggled with their distended bladders.
“No, not until I have the rune. One this deal is complete then….”
But he didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence.
A deafening bang filled the room, a forceful explosion knocking their two captors off their feet while Annabeth fell painfully into her own puddle of pee.
Dazed and slightly confused for the second time that day, she looked up to see the entire west wall had been removed. The gaping hole open to the nights sky and figures began rushing through. What was going on now, was she being kidnapped again?
Rushing over one of the figures began picking her up, they were trying to talk to her but her ears were filled with ringing from the explosion.
Dazed and confused she could feel herself being untied and looking over to the other side of the room, both of her friends were also being untied. Their abdomens still protruding painfully as they cupped them, gingerly getting to their feet after being freed.
“Ann….you……nee…” The figure in front of her tried speaking to her again.
Slowly the ringing subsided a little, “You have to help them, he locked their bladder or something.” She said or rather yelled as she struggled to gauge how loud she was being.
Looking over she noticed one of her rescuers clutch something around his neck and touch Courtney. Almost instantly she convulsed slightly, her knees bowing inwards and head tilting back as a waterfall of pee erupted out of her and between her shaking legs. The river splattering noisily onto the ground as she seemed to give in to the pleasure and was almost immobilised by it.
“We ha..to…m….” The figure said again, shaking Annabeth by the shoulders.
Then through the gloom of noise and smoke she heard more loud bangs as sparks and rubble flew from around her. The door to the room was open and a number of guards had positioned themselves outside it and were shooting into the room.
Ducking again, she let herself be pushed towards Courtney and Angelica, her hearing finally coming back but not making her feel any better as the sounds of gunshots echoed off the concrete walls.
“We have to get out of here” The figure shouted as another couple began shooting back at the guards as the firefight escalated. Ushered towards the exit she could still she the massive bulge under Angelica’s dress. “You need to help her!” she shouted over the noise.
“Lets just get out of here!” Angelica grunted, her hands cupping her giant belly as she somehow found the strength and peace of mind to scramble for the exit.
Climbing through the hole in the wall she found herself stood next to another group of people who were guarding a pair of large off-road vehicles that looked almost military.
“Get in!” The rescuer shouted. pushing her along.
“Where are we going!” Annabeth shouted, suddenly not sure if this was going to be a repeat of earlier.
“Annabeth, just get in and we will tell you on the way!”
Wait, she knew that voice….”Miia?”
Next to her the woman unhooked the edge of the shemag covering her face to reveal the young woman she had met in Morocco.
“Yes, now get in the car or do you want to be shot.”
Seeing the sense in her words Annabeth climbed in, quickly joined by Miia, Courtney and the groaning Angelica. In front of them another three of the rescuers climbed in, slamming the doors and the accelerator as they sped out of the compound. Smashing through a chain-link fence on the perimeter the two cars sped down the road and soon they were sat in quiet once more
“what is going on?” Courtney said next to her.
“I don’t know, what are you doing here Miia, who are you people?” Annabeth rattled the questions out, before being interrupted by a pitiful whimper from Angelica.
“Please” she said in hushed tones, her hands cradling her enormous bladder.
“Can you…” Annabeth started, but one of the people in the row ahead was already on it.
This time the person touched a hanging pendant from his wrist before reaching over and touching
“Oh Fuck!” Angelica screamed as a loud hiss and patter of pee filled the vehicle, her jet so powerful it hit the back of the chair ahead of her for a few seconds as her beyond full bladder released its contents. Her already enormous bladder pushed beyond any natural limits and containing several litres. For minutes the group sat in hushed silence as Angelica panted, her pee loudly filling the vehicle and spilling out a gap under the door. Her dress darkening and saturated almost all the way up her chest as more and more pee poured out of her. The acrid smell filling the vehicle and a warm wetness running along the bench and soaking into the three of them as well. Annabeth’s cooling jeans now warm and wet once again, while Miia looked down and tried to edge out of the way of the tide unsuccessfully, but no one said anything given the ordeal Angelica had been through.
After almost 5 minutes of sitting in quiet Annabeth had just too many questions.
“What…what is going on?” She whispered to Miia, taking her eyes of Angelica who was now sat with her legs wide open and head tilted back, the occasional quiver racing through her body.
“Ill tell you everything, but now we need to get to the airport. Its not safe here.” Miia replied, before nodding at the driver who sped up as they passed through the dark night.
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Thank you for reading!
I realise that was a bit of a darker and lore filled chapter, but I hope you still enjoyed it.
Disclaimer, all history talked about here is 100% made up but is based on “real” figures.
I am going to be brining this story to a close and only have 2-3 more chapters planned out. But they are probably going to be a bit longer than these have been, which also means they might take a little bit longer to write. But at least I hope to give this a fitting and suitable ending.
Edited April 16, 2021 by Markj9494
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Chapter 14: Atlantis of the Sands
The last few hours had been a bit of a blur for Annabeth, the quick car ride taking them to an airstrip she didn’t even know existed near the outskirts of Cambridge. The darkened hangers and square buildings reminding her more of an industrial estate than a functioning airfield. From there they had taken a large helicopter to Scotland before boarding another plane heading for Oman in the middle east.
It turned out that they had a base out there, the Omotet hiding from Laurence beyond Egypt’s borders in a hidden town. Although, they were not willing to tell her much more and the few guards she spoke too were understandably reluctant to give away the location of the place that had kept them safe for generations.
As for Miia it transpired that she had been herself captured by some of Laurence’s goons, the soldiers for hire grabbing her from her house in the middle of the night after learning about Annabeth from other locals. Apparently, the group didn’t much go in for stealth and subterfuge these days. But given their power and money it was probably something they thought wasn't worth the effort. They had tracked her down with the help of some local informants and just like Annabeth were going to kill her until the Omotet saved her. They had picked up on the talk about them capturing someone linked to the runes disappearance and just like their enemy had wanted to know more. After explaining the situation to her, Miia had quickly volunteered to come and save Annabeth and had found herself being flown half way around the world.
When she pressed her about it Miia had joked about always wanting to see the world, but Annabeth could tell there was something else. She wasn’t sure what she had done to inspire such trust and Loyalty in a stranger but she was glad she had.
Now travelling along an old dirt road in the back of a jeep the first rays of morning sunshine were appearing over the desert dunes that surrounded them.
“We are almost there!” The man at the front yelled over the rush rush off wind passing through the side less vehicle.
“Where?” Courtney yelled back, much of the Omotets plan still hidden from them.
“You’ll see" He smiled back.
“That's helpful” Courtney shouted, giving him a sarcastic thumbs up and causing Angelica to laugh.
Looking at the pink haired woman she was struck by the same feelings of gratefulness she held for Miia. Angelica had gone through a lot but even when she offered to pay for her to go home she refused, wanting to see this thing through to the end. So, with nothing else to do she had joined Annabeth, Courtney and Miia on their journey. The other student Lisa had woken up at home with a headache and no memories, not the worst outcome but it did make Annabeth wonder why they had taken one of her students and not the other. Maybe during their study session together Jessie had realised that Angelica knew a lot more than the average student, although that was a little unfair on Lisa.
A couple of minutes later they turned off the trail and into a small town, its sandstone buildings half buried but covered in colourful materials. Pulling up the group travelling with the jumped out, immediately grabbing a sand coloured net and beginning to place it above the car. A stark reminder that they were being hunted.
“I was beginning to worry…” A voice shouted over to them, a silver haired woman standing in the doorway of one of the huts. Waving them over Annabeth gave the others a quick look before they accepted her invitation.
Walking into it they were surprised to see a modern interior, they even had air conditioning that seemed to be powered by a small wind turbine. Walking into the main room they took a chair and waited to learn why they were here, or hopefully learn how they were going to get out of it.
“Do any of you want a drink?” The silver haired woman asked, before waving over a man holding a tray with a large pot of tea and several small cups.
“Im Elizabeth Clarke and im sure you are all wondering what you are doing here.” She said, smiling warmly at the group of them. But there was something off, she couldn’t be who she was claiming to be because…
“But…you’re dead?” Courtney said, beating Annabeth’s brain to the conclusion it was drawing, memories of a news article about a plane crash coming back to her.
“Yes well, not quite yet” she laughed “an unfortunate lie that had to be told to protect those that I love. As I am sure you are aware yourselves, there are some unsavoury characters that would like to get their hands on that” she said pointing to Annabeth’s arm.
“Yes, look I am sorry to to be so forward, but I was wondering who I should be giving the rune too...you?”
“What?” Elizabeth asked, clearly confused by the suggestion.
“The rune, it can be given to someone willingly and after the week I have had I'm very willing, given you guys seem to be the god guys in this scenario.”
“Oh…im sorry that wont be possible.”
“Why not!?” Annabeth exclaimed, feeling the end to this had been within her grasp. Although if it had been that easy, why would they have flown her half way around the world.
“Members of the Omotet are the guardians of the runes, we are forbidden from using their powers. To allow the rune to pass onto ourselves is breaking the first tenant of our oath and while I may be an outsider like you. I do not plan on breaking the tenants that I have agreed too in good faith.
“Wait so im stuck with this thing?” Annabeth asked, feeling a little crest fallen and like she had seen the solution to her troubles pulled away from her at the last moment.
“No, there is a way to remove it from anyone who wants to, although it likely wont be easy. Originally these runes would only ever be given to the best of the best, so to give up the rune they needed a way of testing your fortitude to stop followers taking it lightly and only having it when it suited them. But luckily, we do know where that rune’s origin is and how to get to it. In a way with Laurence or whatever he calling himself these days, by having so many it let us concentrate on just a few and that has made things substantially easier.”
A sense of relief washed over Annabeth, as much as she had started to enjoy the ability to humble people in the most basic of ways. It was still a burden, a power she wasn’t sure she actually wanted. A fact that was especially true if meant there was a mad man after her.
“Wasn’t the temple in Morocco its origin?” Courtney asked.
“No, that was just where we hid it. A lesser-known temple that had barely been finished or mentioned before the Omotet went into hiding. It was why it was such a surprise that you managed to find it. If it hadn’t been so awfully awkward, I would have been impressed.” She finished, smiling once again at Annabeth as she took a sip from her tea.
“Now then, while I can help you I do need some reassurances from you that nothing you learn about will ever leave your lips. No academic papers, no books, not even a word to your friends about this. We rely on absolute secrecy and any slip up by any of you could get us all killed, im sorry to be so frank but that is what is on the line for us." Elizabeth said, a stern look on her face for the first time since they had met.
“We understand” Annabeth said, the others nodding solemnly. “Besides, its probably better for everyone if I don’t have this thing on my arm.”
Annabeth could tell Elizabeth was trying to gage her sincerity, staring intently into her eyes. After a few seconds the woman’s stern look softened and she nodded to the man stood behind them.
“If you go with Noah, he will take you to Aram”
“Aram…Aram!?” Annabeth asked, checking she had heard her correctly.
“Yes that Aram” The woman smiled again, “Where else is it best to hide such a temple but the Atlantis of the sands. Luckily its not even that far from here.”
Tipping the last few drops of water from her empty canteen into her mouth Annabeth hoped they were getting close. They had been walking for over an hour and despite being early morning the heat was unbearable.
“Sorry, how close are we?” Angelica asked, sweat pouring down her face and her own large canteen also having been emptied.
“We are almost there, its just over that dune.” The scarfed man called Noah responded, pointing forwards over a giant mound of sand.
“Oooh, great!” Courtney joked, taking a moment and exhaling deeply, shaking her head before checking her empty canteen for the second time and stepping to join the others trudging through the endless sand.
“Do you want some more water?” Miia offered, her heritage meaning she was much more use to these type of temperatures although even she glistening in the scorching sun.
“Thanks” Courtney said, accepting the canteen and taking a short swig, trying not to use too much of the water offered to her generously.
Thankfully for them all it didn’t take them as long to climb the dune as they thought and going down the other side they could see a small cave ahead of them.
Entering it the group let out a joint moan of pleasure as the shade cooled their baking skin and eased their tired eyes.
“From this point on you must go alone.” Noah said, removing his scarf and uncapping a canteen he had apparently only just felt the need to drink from.
“What why?” Angelica asked nervously.
“We can not enter” Noah added, pointing upwards to a sandstone keystone in an archway buried deep in the walls of the unnatural cave.
“Shrine of the Oasis?” Courtney read aloud, even her tired brain finding it easy to translate the language that was considered dead to most people.
“It is a sacred temple of the Omotet, as its servants we can not enter. We must not let temptation draw us in and lead us to destruction through greed.” He said slightly monotone, almost as if he had read and said the sentence many hundreds of times over.
“I…ok well thank you for getting us here…but what do we do inside?” Annabeth asked.
“Im not sure, none of us have been inside.” He replied.
“I guess that makes sense.” Annabeth sighed, although how did they know this was the right place then?
“So do we just walk in, do we need anything?” Courtney asked, checking herself over and looking for something despite the fact they had left anything and everything they were carrying in a bin somewhere in Scotland. Even their phones and smart watches had to be discarded or risk the others somehow following them, it felt like some sort of bad spy movie. Not that any of their belongings would help them in the temple anyway.
“Shall we?” Annabeth asked, gesturing to the temple as She Courtney Angelica and…”Wait, Aren’t you part of the Omotet?” She asked as Miia took a step towards the opening.
“I mean…not technically. I’ve just been kind of with them but if this thing gets resolved then maybe I can go home. Never thought I’d be saying that” she smiled, but the look on her face told Annabeth that she must have been missing her family a lot more than she was letting on. From the sounds of it they hadn’t exactly had chance to say goodbye, the suddenness of it probably making things worse for her now.
Smiling back at her Annabeth formed in behind the group of 4 as they entered the shrine of the Oasis.
Entering the darkness they passed through a small tunnel network before emerging into a stunning view. A large underground chamber filled with Quartz like rocks that seemed to be emitting some kind of visible almost ultra-violet light. The entire room was bathed in a pastel blue colour that seemed to shift and move almost as if the rocks contained shifting sands themselves.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Angelica said, walking over and looking closely at a pair of the giant rocks.
“This place is unbelievable” Miia added in hushed tones, her eyes looking around intently as she took in the wonderful sight. Walking over to one herself she gently touched it with an outstretched finger.
“Oooh” She moaned, a hand shooting to her abdomen.
“What’s wrong?” Courtney asked, the group now looking at Miia.
“I would not touch those, It was like a static shock but kind of…in my bladder.” She said, trying to laugh it off but her cheeks burning red with embarrassment.
“Yeah, I can speak from experience that maybe we shouldn’t be touching things in here.” Annabeth said, nodding towards her arm.
“I think there is something over here?” Angelica called from across the room, directing their attention to a large door partially hidden from view by a stone column.
“To return the favour of the gods you must prove your devotion is the reason.” Courtney started to read the inscription, “The trials of the Oasis will judge you worthy or not, this is your last chance to listen to fate and use your gifts for the betterment of mankind.....humiliation.....something about services to god.... Failure to retain the waters of life will be considered a failure of willpower and will end your journey”
“So, your usual leave or be dammed kind of deal” Miia replied, her blunt explanation catching the three Archaeologists a bit by surprise given they are usually told to take such things seriously.
“Yeah, but we have seen this description before, the water of life. I think it means if we... pee in here we will lose our chance to pass the trial. Is that something you are ok with, if you are uncomfortable then I can go alone?” Annabeth said, addressing the group and meaning every word of it. They had already gone through so much for her, she didn't want to make them do any more.
“Im so sweaty I don’t think ill be peeing for days.” Miia joked, wiping a layer of it from her head and showing that even she was struggling despite appearances.
“No chance you are doing it alone, I mean its why we are here” Courtney said, as she and Angelica began pushing the large rock doors open.
Inside was another chamber, similarly lit by the large blue rocks. However, this time there was a central disk of metal placed in the middle of the floor, a strange contraption built onto it. Stepping onto the metal disk her Annabeth’s footsteps echoed through the room, the metallic clank suggesting that this was covering a hole in the ground. They would need to be careful, but Annabeth could feel her instincts coming back to her.
“Be careful, we don’t know if they built any traps in this place.” She said, her voice calm but the message a serious one. “You guys wait over there and I’ll see what this is.”
Walking slowly along Annabeth studies her footfalls carefully, looking at the ornate carvings that were covering the metal disk. But after a couple of minutes she made it to the middle, now able to see the strange device that despite its age seemed brand new.
“There is a lever mechanism, its labelled as the trial of fortitude. I think it’s the first test, what ever it is.” Annabeth shouted across the room.
“Do you think its safe?” Courtney replied, the others stood together at the edge of the room.
“I….I don’t know. But I think it’s the only way we are going to get through this. There is a door on the other side but we cant reach it, im guessing this thing opens it.”
Pausing for a moment to make sure there were large spikes or rocks positioned above her Annabeth put her hand on the lever and taking a deep breath she began to wind it. Beneath her she could feel the metal rumbling and after a few seconds and a deafening sound of screeching metal they began to move. The giant metal disk turning into segments and spiralling around her, leaving her no way back even if she wanted too.
The others watched as the metal plates began folding into each other, surrounding Annabeth and forming an even more elaborate machine. The underside of the disk apparently attached to a number of structures and mechanisms that were now being placed on the surface near Annabeth.
After what felt like a long time the room fell silent again, a few pieces of rock bouncing off the walls of the cave revealed below.
“You ok?” Miia shouted.
“Yeah thanks, I think this is the trial. There is another tablet here.” Annabeth responded, walking over to the ancient language and beginning to read.
“I…if im reading this correctly…all I need to do is to drink this pot of water?” She announced, sounding clearly confused by the trial. The others looking at each other and shrugging.
Removing the top off the large ceramic bowl that had appeared in front of her, she was amazed to see the seal was still intact and the water even looked fresh. In the opening it seemed to have a small cup attached to a pole similarly to a bucket in a well. The deep vessel thankfully only half full and by her estimates only holding 3 – 4 pints.
But reaching into it she realised the real trial was about to begin. As her skin touched the cup she felt a jolt of electricity pulse though her bladder and causing it to spasm inside her. Releasing the cup the impulses stopped and she sighed, the cup was made of the same rocks that had shocked Miia earlier.
“Well here goes nothing” She whispered to herself as she grabbed the cup and dropped it beneath the water, pulling it up quickly she felt the shocks in her bladder escalate with each second she was holding it.
Pacing in small circles she tipped back the cup, attempting to drink the water as quickly as possible. The strange sensations from her bladder causing it to cramp painfully and make her feel as if she was about to wet herself despite the fact she knew she wasn’t. Finishing the first cup in just a few seconds she all but threw the cup back into the pot, groaning quietly in relief as the strange prickly sensation stopped.
Putting both hands between her legs she bent over, taking a deep breath and trying to relax her body. The cramping and painful twinges from her abdomen slowly subsiding, the only problem was she knew she needed to do it again.
Standing there for a minute she stared intently at the pot before gritting her teeth and grabbing the cup again, the painful stimulation so much worse now. Gulping down the water she continued to move around, her legs moving a lot and strangely helping counteract the sensations in her body. Somehow she finished the glass but even as she put the cup back she could feel the sensations carrying on her body. It seemed the longer she held onto it the worse it was going to be.
Looking down at the container it was half empty to her relief, just two more!
As she finished gulping down the third she could already feeling her stomach bloating, the sudden influx of three pints of water making her stomach feel full. She hadn’t worried too much about the previous warning about not peeing, but after drinking all this she worried about lasting that long. Although with her new powers she could deal with whatever was coming her way.
But even as she tried to pump herself up she couldn’t help but hesitate, pausing as her hand went for the final glass. Even now after a couple of minutes she could feel the tingles and lightning shocks still running through her. What ever this was she hoped it wasn’t going to do any permanent damage.
With a shaking hand Annabeth grabbed the cup, letting out an involuntary groan as she felt her bladder spasm wildly, vibrating inside her. Biting her other hand to stop herself groaning loudly she removed it and put the cup to her lip, some drops spilling onto her lips that she quickly caught in case any spilt liquid counted. Breathing heavily through her nose she drank quickly, a burp coming up her throat but she fought through it anyway. She just wanted this to be over, the strange shocks and quaking now extremely painful like a pulled muscles or a serious case of cramp. A deep pang from her bladder making her eyes go wide as she hastily crossed her legs, her confused muscles threatening to lose control of her pee any second.
Finally the cup ran dry and as she returned it to the container she waited, but nothing happened.
Maybe it wouldn’t be that easy, or…
Grabbing the lid from the container she replaced it and was happy to hear a oud click from some hidden mechanism.
Just as it had almost 10 minutes earlier the metal disk began to fold down, rotated in its new position it formed a bridge across to the new door. The other parts folding down and leaving a path for the others to follow.
Feeling the first need to pee Annabeth looked down and attempted to scan herself. But try as she might, what ever was allowing her to see peoples bladders and their contents, it no longer seemed to be working. Checking her arm the rune was still there, but was something inhibiting her powers? Maybe it was these rocks, what else could they do she wondered. Although given that the people who made this knew what the rune was truly capable, letting anyone use it here would probably be kind of like cheating.
Feeling another rumble under her feet she looked up to where she heard a loud clanging noise. Ahead of her she saw the second door open, getting a faint glimpse of a similar mechanism in the next chamber. What ever was going on here, it didn’t seem like it was over yet.
How many more of these would they need to go through before they got where they wanted to be. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long, given how full her stomach was feeling and how vulnerable her bladder was feeling, she didn’t want to bet on being able to hold this all for too long.
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They are close to salvation, but what else will this temple throw at them and will they be able to accomplish their mission? |
Chapter 15: Trials of the Oasis (Finale)
“How are you feeling?” Courtney asked as the group caught up with Annabeth.
“Im ok” Annabeth smiled, but the hand on her sore bladder was telling a different story.
“Do you need to use us?” Courtney offered.
“I…My powers don’t work down here. So it looks like I’ve got to hold this.” She replied, moving towards the next chamber a little gingerly. The occasional shock or pulse still racing through the nerves of her bladder.
“Do you think its the rocks?” Angelica asked, staring up at the celling which seemed to be covered in lots of little outcroppings of them.
“That was my guess”
“Do you think they would let us take a sample back?” Courtney wondered aloud.
“I wouldn’t bet on it.” Miia replied “They are quite protective over anything involving the runes. But there is no reason not to ask?”
“Well that’s a problem for later, for now we need to concentrate on these trials” Annabeth brought them back to the task at hand, the next room featuring an almost identical set up as before. The only difference was the set up in the middle, the disk now much smaller and with only enough room for one person to stand on safely. If more of them tried to join them, they might risk being injured by the rotating blades of the floor as they moved to form the chamber around them.
“Maybe we should take it in turns?” Courtney said, clearly seeing the same thing and coming to the same conclusion.
“But, this is my fault. I should be the one to do these.” Annabeth replied earnestly.
“We are all in this together, plus we don’t know how many of these there will be. Without your powers to help redistribute the water we should probably all help.”
“It seems like the most likely way of beating them.” Miia agreed with Courtney, Angelica nodding too.
Feeling another faint pulse racing through her bladder Annabeth couldn’t deny their logic, she would probably benefit from having a little break too. Letting out a sigh she knew there was no point in arguing and relented, nodding slowly at her friends.
Stepping onto the disk Courtney followed Annabeth’s example and made her way to the middle of it slowly. Making sure not to step on anything that might have been a pressure plate hidden in the carvings. She eventually made it to the middle where a large stone carving stood before her, on it seemed to be this disks instructions.
“Trial of time…or maybe longevity?” Courtney said aloud as she studied the inscription before turning the crank. Like last time the metal petals rotated and formed a smaller platform for her, cutting Courtney off from the others and their possible help.
Rising from the centre came a large hourglass shaped structure, the bottom half filled with babbling water behind a small window. Clicking into place a small clasp holding the hourglass in place was released and Courtney watched as it began to swing downwards, a stream of water flowing down a thin pipe and filling a small cup near the base she had missed until now.
Picking it up Courtney drank the small cupful of water, still studying the machine to see what the real trial was. But even as she finished the water it remained still, the only sound and movement a small trickle of water that seemed to be somehow going up the metal structure, defying gravity.
Walking around the machine she could see it accumulating near the top, but there were no other instructions written on it. She was stuck, she couldn’t see what to do next. Glancing back towards the others her cheeks began to burn red with embarrassment, she was supposed to be able to do this, to show her understanding of ancient languages. What would Annabeth think of her if she was the one that failed these tasks?
But doing one more lap around it, just as her mind began to panic she saw the central piece begin to wavier slightly before upturning and just like last time the water rushed down the small spout and into the cup she had replaced.
It was a trial of time!
By her reckoning the thing would rotate every 4 minutes and provide her another small cup to drink. Picking it up she began to drink it slowly, now aware she had plenty of time to do so and there was no need to rush. But looking down at the water in the machine it would take some time and many rotations to empty it completely.
“Guys this one might take a while” she yelled back to her friends.
“What’s wrong?” Angelica asked
“Nothing, its just how it is set up. It gives me a bit of water every few minutes. I don’t think there is a way of speeding it up.”
“That ok, take your time and be careful.” Annabeth said, glad that the pulses had finally stopped in her bladder caused by her own trial. Although, now she was becoming aware of the familiar pressure building inside her bladder that would only be getting worse. Despite telling Courtney to take her time, she was also hoping she wouldn’t be.
40 minutes later and on the 12th turn of the machine both her and Courtney were relieved when a loud clunk reverberated through the room. The bottom of the machine had finally run dry, although Courtney could feel the dozen half cups of water passing through her system. Putting a hand on her stomach she stifled a burp caused by the almost constant drinking she had gone through in the last 30 minutes, a slight feeling of nausea coming on by the last couple of cups as she forced herself to drink them.
Steadying herself she waved over the others as the rotating plates fell back into place and the next door opened, revealing another machine in the next chamber.
“Well I guess this one is mine” Angelica smiled at them as they crossed through the ornate doors that been opened by the last machine
“What do you mean, I can do this one. I just needed a break and I can’t ask you to do this, your just a first year.” Annabeth replied.
“No its ok, I can do this one too.” Courtney interjected, but Angelica had already made up her mind.
“Look guys, we don’t know how many more of these there are, so its probably going to be best if we share them out. I will be fine, this isn’t my first dig remember. I might only be a first year but I’ve been doing things like this for almost 8 years now.”
“Things like this?” Miia said raising an eyebrow.
“Well not quite like this…. But I’m not as inexperienced as it might seem.”
Not waiting for any more discussion Angelica started making her way across the metal plates, placing one foot in front of the other along the metal rim of one of the metal disks like a seasoned professional. Although, she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Despite being on many excavations she may have oversold her experience, but she didn’t want to let any of them down. She had grown up reading about Annabeth and she was a real hero of hers, an inspiration to the young Angelica who had seen Annabeth as a relatable heroin a world full of men showing off. This was the chance of a life time, she was literally walking through a temple unopened for centuries and seeing things no one had seen in modern history. What she would have given to be in this position before today.
Reaching the middle of the room she began studying the pictograms and language written on the tablet in front of her. It took some time but picking out some words she recognised this definitely seemed to say something about a test of burden and retention of something. She wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but having seen Annabeth begin to show subtle signs of desperation throughout Courtney’s trial she didn’t have any other choice but to go forwards.
Pulling the lever she almost lost her balance as the entire platform juddered, a screeching noise sounding as something was clearly struggling to move under her. The ancient platform not what it once was.
Eventually the petal like discs pulled away from the edges and contraptions rose around her. A metal iris opening to the side and a tall glass container filled with water raised up through the gap. It was connected by a long wire to some sort of weight pully that hung over the edge of the platform. Clicking into place the room fell still again as the machine stopped moving and the trial was revealed.
Looking around the platform it seemed what ever she had to do, involved the large container and the pully system. Peering nervously through a gap in the plates she was glad she wasn’t afraid of heights, but it allowed her to spot what the pully connection was attached too. It seemed to be working as a counter weight, connected too…. the bottom of the water container which also sat on a pressure plate.
Closing her eyes and hanging her head it was clear what the trial was, her slight mistranslations probably actually meant volume or capacity. She was going to have to drink the mass of liquid currently sat in the large container. By removing the weight of water it would likely set off the pressure plate mechanism and allow them to progress.
Opening her eyes she could see a small spout coming out from the triangular bottom of the container. Was this even possible, could she even drink all of this? It had to be several litres if not gallons of water contained within the slender glass container. Part of her wanted to see if she could move it or make some contraption so that the water would pour out over the edge and into the chasm below. But she didn’t know how they were keeping track of what was going on, what other seemingly magical sensors or abilities existed inside this temple. She couldn’t be the one to fail, there was nothing else to do but to drink it.
Sitting under the spout Angelica tilted her head back, her arm reaching up, gently twisting the tap open she felt her mouth fill with cool and refreshing water. The first few mouthfuls were pleasant but even as she enjoyed these, she knew that shortly she would be hating the flavour and coolness of the water.
Guzzling the water down she kept swallowing more and more of the water, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily though them. Her chest rising and falling with each mouthful she drank as she stared blankly at the container and continued to drink it. Within a minute her stomach already ached and felt bloated, but there was much more to come. At the same time as wanting to take a break, she was also aware that this was so much water there would be no way she could hold it all. If she took too long then it would start reaching her bladder by the time she finished, and that could spell disaster not only for her but for the others. She wouldn’t be the one to let them down, no matter how uncomfortable she felt, she would just have to keep drinking.
With renewed conviction she continued to chug, her left hand gently rubbing and massaging her stomach as it swelled, expanding as the giant container was emptied into her body. Her lose fitting trousers already applying pressure to her abdomen as it grew, but she wasn’t anywhere near done drinking yet.
Mouthful after mouthful of water rained out of the machine and into her waiting mouth, becoming harder and harder to swallow as her body responded to the litres of water she was forcing it to drink. Her stomach groaning under the weight of it all, her white skin stretched taught over her inflated abdomen as she grew.
Eventually, with red cheeks and hazy vision the onslaught of water finally stopped. The tall cylinder finally empty of water. The sea that had been inside of it now completely contained within Angelica who by this point looked pregnant, or possibly a beached whale. She had been forced to release the knot in her trousers to allow them to open more, but even at their limit they were still uncomfortably pushing on her bloated body.
Feeling the platform rumbling under her she tried to sit up, both hands cradling her full stomach that was forcing her legs around its bulking mass. Outstretching one hand she grabbed hold of one of the metal struts and hauled herself to her feet, the shifting weight inside her causing her to groan loudly as the others approached.
“Holly shit” Miia said, her eyes falling on the pregnant looking woman that had seemingly tripled in size in the last 10 minutes.
“Are you ok!” Annabeth said, equally alarmed at her student’s appearance.
“Yeah im ok” Angelica replied, a lump forming in her sore throat from all the swallowing.
“Well, I think that’s enough trails for you.” Annabeth continued, as Courtney went over to help Angelica move along to the next room. Each movement upsetting the ocean inside her and causing her to puff out her cheeks.
“Yeah, you guys take a break. I will see what this next test has to offer.” Miia replied walking quickly and confidently towards the centre of the machine, the excitement east to detect in her voice despite what she had seen Angelica just go through.
But reaching the middle she suddenly realised a problem; she couldn’t read the inscriptions on the stone tablet.
“Uh guys, I’m going to need some help reading these” She shouted back to the others as she watched Courtney help Angelica sit down on the other side.
“Can you describe them?” Annabeth replied.
“Uhhh sure…. There is a bird with an egg on its head, a man with a dogs face, some weird beetle thing, two cats playing, the sun…”
Despite the difficulties of second-hand translations of symbols she couldn’t see, 20 minutes later they had deciphered the test, or at least most of it.
“It’s a test of willpower” Annabeth summarised.
“Great, Ive got this then.” Miia said grinning to herself and turning the lever. The familiar rumble of the rooms happening around her as once again the disc transformed. Unlike the others though, instead of things rising from below a large box lowered from above. The metal construct gently lowering until it was just above her, a side panel opening and a similar drinking device to what Angelica had just used came out. Thankfully for Miia this one seemed to be only about 25% of the size, it was still a lot of water but nothing compared to what Annabeth’s student had just drunk. A metal plate with two hand holds unfolding next to it.
Putting her hands in the clearly marked places either side of the water jug she waited for the trial to start.
Suddenly two clasps flipped out of the metal plates, going around her slender wrists and attaching to the other side. Tugging at them she couldn’t move them, the strong metal bands securely in place and trapping her arms to the machine. She could already feel her heart beating faster in her chest as she became stuck to the machine and whatever it was about to do, but she reminded herself that this was a test of willpower. What ever happened, she would have to force herself to see it through.
In front of her she watched as bubbles went up the water container and the thin tube hanging from the bottom started filling with water. Placing her mouth around the spout she waited for the water to enter it, her neck uncomfortably twisted slightly as the machine clearly wasn’t made for someone her height.
Swallowing the water, she was happy to see it was moving slowly and meant she wasn’t going to be overwhelmed any time soon. It also meant if she needed a break for a few seconds, she could let her mouth fill before swallowing.
But then, above her a metal hatch opened up, revealing a large metal spear connected to a gear mechanism. Moving her eyes to the water she noticed a number of floating pegs near the edges of the container and as she watched, the first fell into place. Above her the gear rotated one position and the large spear lurched at her. Flinching slightly, she moved her head backwards, stopping swallowing as her body tensed up. But with her mouth still filling she was forced to resume drinking.
A minute later the next peg fell into place and once again the gear turned and the spear fell further towards her. Closing her eyes for a moment she controlled her breathing, surely they wouldn’t actually make a test that could kill her right?
But as the third peg went in, she was starting to worry it might. After all, they were made to test what they perceived as gods and goddesses. But as the fourth peg went in a minute later she felt the metal bands around her arm release, the spear still juddering towards her.
Now free part of her wanted to run away, but why had they released her? Was it because it could in fact hit her, but then that would surely be a test of reflexes to doge it when the test was finished? If this was truly a test of willpower then she would have to trust in Annabeth that this wouldn’t kill her, not something she thought she would be doing today.
Leaving her head under the spear she continued to let the water empty into her mouth, the fifth peg slotting in and leaving it hanging perilously just a foot above her head. Even as she tried to make herself remain calm she couldn’t, her heart racing and sweat building up on her body as adrenaline surged through it. She could feel her fight or flight response kick in, but she forced herself to stay where she was.
It wasn’t going to kill her, it wasn’t going to kill her she repeated over and over in her head until finally the sixth and last peg fell into place. Above her the gear turned and the spear fell, looking like it was about to hit her.
Letting out a quiet whimper Miia went wide eyed as her death quickly approached, but just inches from her head it stopped falling and swung into a slot in the machine. A thin and almost invisible chain pulling into the machine and saving her. Letting out a breath of relief Miia let the last few mouthfuls of water enter her mouth as her sweaty palms continued to make contact with the metal pillar.
With the container now empty the room once again began to rumble as the platform rotated. Pulling her hands off the pillar she wiped the layer of sweat from her forehead and breathed deeply. She sure was glad Annabeth knew what she was talking about.
Looking over to the rest of them she watched as they shuffled towards her, their movements much more awkward and desperate than when they entered. Angelica was clearly still suffering the worst, her giant boulder of a stomach still causing her some serious issues as she slowly waddled towards them. Her face as white as a sheet and an almost constant pained expression showing across it as she furrowed her brow.
In the last hour Annabeth’s own desperation had quickly built up, the water she had drunk in the first room making its way to her bladder. A definite tightness was present in her abdomen and she was already at the point where she would ordinarily have dropped almost anything to find a restroom. One or twice she had gotten this desperate while teaching and she knew it wouldn’t be long until she was in serious trouble. Thankfully, with her students being adults she had managed to escape to the bathroom in time, but that wasn’t an option in this temple.
Miia could see Courtney was putting on a brave face, but she was starting to struggle too. She had been made to drink a lot of water a reasonable amount of time ago and now, it was clear that despite her best efforts it was troubling her.
Meeting up together again, the group pushed forwards towards the next room. But as they approached the doorway it was clear something was different this time. The room they were heading for didn’t have the same metal structure, instead the floor was completely made of stone and the walls were too. They were made from a flat carved rock with many of the runes and inscriptions they had seen in other temples covering the wall. At its centre stood a farm more elaborate machine that extended into the celling, it looked far more like a fountain that any of the others. In a weird way it was familiar to Annabeth. But the biggest difference was that this room seemed to have been damaged somehow, parts of the rock littered the ground and large chunks were missing from the ceiling, something had clearly happened here.
“What is this, is this the final room?” Miia asked as Courtney helped Angelica perch on the side of a low wall near the machine, quietly groaning and flinching to herself. It had been around 45 minutes since Angelica had started drinking and judging from how she was sitting, her bladder was starting to rapidly fill as the large quantity of water she had drunk left her stomach.
“We should be careful here. Don’t press anything until we know what the test is.” Annabeth said as she began to walk around the large room. Reading the inscriptions around the walls it was clear this place was dedicated to the 12 rune holders, even those that had apparently sought to destroy the Omotet. It was a little weird to know that one of these inscriptions was likely of Laurence, the man who was desperately trying to find this place.
Carefully studying the room was a good distraction for Annabeth who had become increasingly fidgety as she had waited for the last test to be completed. She had been the first to enter a test and was now feeling her bladder being pushed towards its limits. Squeezing herself slightly between the legs her face reddened as she realised she was still in the company of her students and friends. But looking at them, she didn’t need to worry since they were all clearly in the same boat if not worse off than herself. Only Miia seemed to be getting away with it, but that would likely change soon too. Even without the water she had drunk, they had all been travelling since early this morning and by her calculations hadn’t visited a bathroom in close to 8 hours at this point. Part of her was surprised they were not more desperate, but they had been sweating a lot on the walk over so they probably lost a lot of fluid then. Fluid that had definitely been replaced several times over for many of them, she was just thankful her task over an hour ago hadn’t made her drink too much or she might not have even made it this far.
Crossing her legs tightly Annabeth stood reading an inscription near the machine, she had just about figured out what they had to do. In fact, it was something she had already seen and done.
“Ok guys, so it seems this is an ancient lock. There are 12 descriptions here and 12 runes around the room. I think we have to push or maybe rotate the runes in the right order to unlock the door.”
“So whats the catch?” Miia asked, aware that it couldn’t be as easy as that.
“Well that has to do with this” Annabeth said, gently patting the strange device in the middle. “It seems that these 12 spouts are linked up to the buttons, if we press the wrong one water will come down it and as with any of the other tests im guessing if it hits the floor it will mean we fail.”
“That’s a lot of possible ways to lose it after everything we have done through.” Courtney said quietly.
“I don’t think it’s as bad as it first seems. It means that there are only 12 possible answers and im sure we can narrow it down if we put our heads together. If we can narrow it down to just 4 then we can each take a…”
“P…please don’t make me drink any more” came a whimper from Angelica who was clearly still suffering. Her giant balloon of a bladder still making the poor woman look several months pregnant.
“I…don’t worry, im sure we can get it down to three.” Annabeth replied, walking over and putting a hand gently on the pink haired woman’s shoulder as she vibrated, her hands resting in her lap.
“Plus if we can figure the answers out to the others before we start, then we can rule them out from the later ones right?” Miia said, brining up a good point and raising all their spirits. “Although, can we get a bit of a move on, im starting to need to pee.” She openly admitted and judging by the looks from the others they were all agreeing with that.
Solving some of them was easy, the clues linked to each of the fabled characters and for anyone who knew their stories it was easy to pick out the right answers. But for others, their vague or cryptic clues was leading to some confusion, with a handful of questions still to be decided upon.
But as Annabeth stood there 30 minutes later she was struggling to remain composed and knew time was running out for her. With her legs crossed tightly against each other, she stood opposite the large tablet bouncing up and down in need. The task that had helped distract her was now failing to do so and, to make matters worse she was struggling to read it. Going over the fourth question for the third time in two minutes she had to make a decision.
“Ok its no good, I cant concentrate anymore.” She admitted.
“Me too.” Courtney joined in making her feel a little better.
“So do we just go for it?” Miia said, her hand deep in the pocket of her trousers and clearly holding herself.
“I think we have too.” Annabeth said, summing up how they all felt. The groups bladders all approaching a perilous breaking point. Feeling another powerful pulse from her bladder Annabeth set about starting the trial.
Surveying the room she looked around the carvings and the small piles of rocks they had accumulated near their base. Her and Courtney had assembled them in the shape of dice numbers so they could keep track of which ones they knew and didn’t know. Of the 12 they were confident at 6, less so on 4 others and 2 would have to be complete guesses. Although, the more questions they answered the less choices there would be. So if the unknown runes were some of the last to be pressed it could be possible to get it all correct first time.
“So Tefnet is 1?” Courtney asked, rubbing her thighs together and pointing towards the rune on the wall.
“Yes, im almost certain…But to be sure will you sit at that one and Miia if you come here.” Annabeth said, moving them both into position under spouts of those that it might be if she was wrong.
“Ready?” She asked, looking over briefly as Angelica as she let out another soft whimper from where she was sat.
Getting a nod from both of the other women who placed their mouths under the spouts, Annabeth pushed the first rune, a faint radiating heat filling her body as the rune reacted to something. A loud click sounded from beside the portrait and rune rotated 180 degrees before falling into a small slot in the wall.
“Well, that’s one.” She said, glad to have gotten it correct. Both Courtney and Miia looked a tad more relieved and removing their mouths from the machine. Courtney stood up a little shakily while Miia remained where she was, her eyes closing and a look of concentration covering her face as she bit her bottom lip.
“So number 2 is a 50/50 choice, but we also don’t know about the destroyed rune over there.” Annabeth said before pointing out where she wanted Courtney and Miia to sit again. Courtney was sat at one of the firm choices while Miia covered their bases on the destroyed rune spout. Luckily the other confident choice was one next to where Annabeth would be stood to press in the rune, so it would mean she could run too it as soon as the rune moved.
Pressing the rune she felt it move slightly before she dashed off to the machine, sliding slightly on the dusty floor before planting her mouth around the spout that was below the corresponding rune for one of the other choices.
Unable to see the rune behind her she waited patiently as it ground around in the holding mechanism, but unlike last time there wasn’t a click. Instead, she felt the metallic tube in her mouth begin to rumble and vibrate as something moved above the chamber they were in.
Waiting for the water to begin pouring her way she was surprised to hear a slight squeal from her left, it appeared that the correct answer was in fact Courtney’s rune after all. A rush of clear liquid now draining through the machine and into her assistant.
For the next 30 seconds water funnelled into Courtney’s mouth as she breathed heavily through her nose and swallowed the onrushing water loudly. Her eyes bulging slightly as she fought back the impulse to take her mouth away despite not knowing how much was coming her way. After 20 seconds she had begun to worry that there was an entire ocean up there which she was supposed to be taking in, but 10 seconds later the rushing water had stopped.
“Oh god” Courtney burped, grimacing as her hands gently caressed her full bladder and filling stomach. “That was a lot more than I was anticipating.” She tried to smile, but even Courtney couldn’t hide the discomfort she was in.
To make matters worse the rune in the wall was still spinning, its slow movements meaning it was going to be some time until it was press-able again. Plus it seemed to have reset the first rune, the sequential lock taking them back to square one with any and all wrong answers.
Feeling her own bladder spasm inside her again, Annabeth could only image what the others were going through. She had drunk the least but the longest time ago, Courtney had drunk not too long after her and she had drunk more than her. Her big bladder was probably the only thing that had allowed her to make it this far, but even it seemed to be struggling. Angelica had drunk by far the most given the size of her stomach afterwards and over the last hour she was sure much of it had made its way to her bladder. While Miia had drunk most recently and also seemed to be doing the best out of them. But she didn’t know this language and without Annabeth herself, she was sure they would be stuck here forever, or until one of them lost control over their bladders.
Hearing a click behind herself she looked around, the rune and mechanism had finally reset.
“You guys ready?” She asked again, getting a pair of unenthusiastic nods from them both
Pressing the first rune it once again clicked and fell into place. Now knowing the answer to the second lock she pressed that one and unlike last time it followed the pattern of the first rune and fell into a hidden recess.
“Ok three has to be this one.” Annabeth said confidently as she pressed the next lock, the others looking on nervously as she had failed to tell them where to go.
But thankfully the third rune began rotating and fell into place.
“Which means 4 is this one.” Annabeth continued, happy to see the fourth rune similarly lock into place. They were a third of the way there, although things were about to become a little harder.
“Im not sure on this one, I think it should be this one so Courtney if you take the spout for this rune.” She directed her friend to the one it was least likely to be, attempting to give her a break if she could. “Then I will take this one and Miia you take the one next to me.”
Pushing the fifth rune Annabeth leapt back towards the machine, flinching as her heavy footfall jostled her overfull bladder. Her knee threatening to give way under her but pushing herself forwards she managed to get herself under the spout quickly, shockwaves still going through her bladder.
But once again the rune in the wall clicked into place, they had the first 5 down, just 7 to go. But, despite the confidence another whimper from Angelica caused her to look over as the young woman shuddered from her sitting position next to the machine. They didn’t have any time to lose.
The only problem was that now they getting to the few she didn’t know the answers too. The vague history of the characters portrayed on the wall hidden from time, only a few strands of it had survived. It meant choosing between them using the information on the tablet was nearly impossible. The only good news was that with 5 chosen and the last one having to be the sole remaining one, they were half way through.
“Ok, Courtney move one to your right and Miia take the one two on your left.” Annabeth said, once again reshuffling the three of them as Angelica groaned softly in the background. Taking a moment to check if she missed anything Annabeth gave herself a gentle squeeze between her legs before choosing a rune and pressing it, twisting slightly slower this time and stooping under the fossette like output for the water.
To her dismay she felt it rumble again, they had gotten it wrong! But which one would it be? With the three of them they had covered half of the spouts considering the 5 right answers so far and the wrong one she had just pressed.
After a few moments she was relieved but also horrified to feel her own mouth being flooded with water as it rapidly shot down the pipe. The cold liquid hitting her in the back of the throat and almost causing her to cough, but she somehow fought her innate reflexes and forced herself to keep drinking. The onslaught of water flowing down her throat at speed and causing her stomach to become heavy, her skin stretching slightly as her stomach went from being relatively empty to filling rapidly.
Gulping down the water she realised why it must have had such an impact on Courtney, the sensation sending cramps through her own bladder and forcing her to press both hands unladylike into her crotch. Her muscles were now constantly sending signals that they wanted to relax and let the hours of pee out once and for all. The surprisingly cold water also causing her more problems as it only seemed to exacerbate the problem, her bladder cramping painfully.
30 seconds felt like a lifetime to her as she was pumped full, but eventually the water stopped. Detaching her mouth, she finally allowed herself to cough, one hand covering her mouth the other trying to sure up her defences as her body jolted with each cough. With a final splutter she caught her breath, noting the worried look from Courtney. Although, she wasn’t entirely sure if it was a look about her safety or about the situation they were now in with another wrong answer. They had all hoped it would be a quick puzzle they could resolve swiftly, but it wasn’t turning out that way.
Especially as they waited and watched the runes turn one after another, the mechanism taking around a minute for each rune to return to its previous position. Something that would only take more and more time the further into the puzzle they got.
“Guys, I…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this. My Bladder feels like a rock and there is so much water in me.” Angelica said quietly, now leant over slightly.
“Yeah im not going to lie, Im really starting to need to pee and I didn’t drink anywhere as much as her.” Miia summed up, her left leg currently bent and pressing tightly into the other with her hand now outside her pocket and openly holding herself.
“I know its getting tough, but its just a little longer.” Courtney tried to be optimistic, but the fact she had remained sitting with her left leg under her crotch was giving the game away.
“Im sorry about all this.” Annabeth said earnestly. “But we have just 5 more questions.”
“I know, Ill try and hold. Its just getting really painful now.” Angelica replied, her legs quivering and both hands buried deep in her crotch as she sat up slightly. The bulge in her stomach looked a little smaller, or maybe just lower down now. The quantity of water making its way through to her bladder and at least stopping the sense of fullness and nausea she had been feeling for more than the last hour.
A few minutes later a loud click told them the mechanism had reset and was free to test again so Annabeth wasted no time pressing the first 6 runes and getting them back to where they were over 10 minutes earlier.
“So, are you sure about this one?” Miia asked as she watched Annabeth pause nervously.
“I…im not no.” Annabeth admitted, the others glancing nervously at her.
“Where should I stand?” Miia continued, herself seemingly unphased by the admission.
“That one and Courtney on that one.”
Repeating the process for the seventh time she hurried back to the machine as the rune started to rotate, the extra weight in her stomach taking a moment to get use too. Crossing her fingers, she hoped that they had gotten it right, although this one was a shot in the dark. So, she wasn’t too surprised when the machine rumbled to life once again and she prepared herself to drink more. Crossing her legs tightly she could already feel a lump in her throat as her body sent another sign to stop drinking. The pangs from her bladder getting worse as her stomach had been filled with yet more liquid to fill her already full bladder.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t her that got the extra dose, it was once again Courtney who let out a muffled moan as her mouth was filled again. One hand between her shuffling legs and another on her expanding stomach.
Annabeth could really see that she was struggling now, tears collecting in the corners of Courtney’s eyes as she moaned with each mouthful she drank. Her breaths deep and uneven as she choked back the discomfort and let the machine continue to fill her.
Other than her gulps and moans the room fell quiet as everyone watched, squirming in sympathy as all of them battled their bodies for control. Any lapse in concentration or control would surely spell the end for them and their chance to do this.
Gasping for air the 30 second mark was finally up and Courtney quickly removed her mouth, falling to her knees before sliding down onto the ground. Her hands cupping her crotch and digging in deeply as she sat there. The occasional shiver could be seen going up her spine as she waged a war against the impulses she must have been feeling as her body told her to just let go of it all.
“Surely there must be another way?” Miia asked breaking the silence, the runes in the wall starting the long process of resetting.
“I…I cant think about anything but peeing.” Courtney said, her voice wavering slightly.
“I don’t know, if you have any ideas?” Annabeth said, looking pleadingly at the young Moroccan.
“I…No…” She said, looking down defeated and kicking a small pebble in frustration before wincing and grabbing herself between her legs.
“I think our best option is speed?” Annabeth suggested. “if we don’t know the answers its probably best to do them as fast as possible. If they hadn’t done such a good job of eradicating all mention of themselves I could have helped more. But, I guess that was the point. Only those in the know should be getting the information we now need.”
“Speed sounds good” Courtney summed up Annabeth’s helpless ramblings.
Even as the runes continued resetting Annabeth moved the others into position, waiting at the first rune and being ready to push it the moment it reset. In part to help the others but also to help herself. Each time they reset from now on it would be almost a full 10 minutes before they could start again. That meant if they got them all wrong, they could be stuck here for a further 45 minutes and going off the state of the others and her own cramping bladder she doubted that was going to happen.
But to her and everyone else’s glee the eighth rune went in and with a resounding click the group let out a collective sigh. That was 8 minutes saved and more importantly another dose of water dodged. The only problem was that next question was one of the ones they really had no idea about.
There were only four spouts left, that meant they could between them cover all their bases, given the rune they would press if it was right would not give them anything to drink. In fact, it was almost a 50/50 for this question based on the cult of Memphis bull there were only two icons of people here that had anything to do with it.
Considering Courtney had taken in the most so far and the sweat that was gathering on her assistants face she decided to give her the least likely spout to monitor. While Miia had drunk the least and had also seemed to be doing a little better than her, Annabeth just couldn’t bring herself to give someone else the most likely incorrect answer. She would just have to grin and bear the uncomfortable next few minutes, they were almost there she told herself again.
Almost as soon as the 8th rune fell into place Annabeth scampered over to the next rune, the others all in position. Pressing the rune she quickly turned, a painful twist that radiated out around her body once more as she ran towards the machine in the middle. But after two steps she lost her footing, one of the many stones they had scattered tripping her up and sending her crashing down to the floor.
Looking up through the cloud of dust the others had gone wide eyed as the machine started to rumble, they had gotten it wrong!
Trying to lift herself up she let out a sharp pained noise as she tried to put weight on a now twisted ankle, she couldn’t make it in time! She had shot herself in the foot almost literally by giving herself the job of running back and the most likely incorrect answer.
But getting her weight onto her good leg she looked up, hearing a loud groan as Angelica heaved her bloated body under the machine’s spout that had been next to where she was sitting. Almost instantly water began to pour down the pipe and into the moaning young woman.
Clenching herself tightly and ignoring the constant forks of pain shooting through her distended abdomen, a look of determination came across Angelica’s face as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of water. The others looking on in almost disbelief as she continued to drain the liquid flowing towards her.
Unable to stand Annabeth lowered herself gently onto the ground and began flexing her ankle, biting her tongue as she felt the damaged joint throb almost in tandem with her own bladder that was getting dangerously close to bursting point.
The rest of them waited with baited breath as Angelica drank, her body containing well beyond what any of them thought was possible. But as soon as the water finished pouring into her mouth 30 seconds later Angelica lent back against the floor, her legs tying themselves in knots as she grabbed at her stomach. A loud low moan escaping her as her whole body seemed to be writhing on the ground. Her enormous stomach now bulging much lower and likely combining with her bladder to give her a heavily pregnant look. Grunting in effort she grappled with her legs as she fought back the pain and desperate feeling of a bladder that was being compressed by the mass of liquid still thundering through her body from her stomach.
“Oooh god!” She moaned again, grimacing as one hand pressed up against her crotch. “I’m going to burst, its just too much!” The young woman whimpered, her entire torso getting redder and redder as she fought to contain the litres of liquid inside her body.
Annabeth felt helpless without her powers, but there was nothing she could do to help.
“Come on turn faster!” Miia shouted from across the room as she stared intently at the first rune, her legs raising and falling as she desperately marched in place.
“Eight minutes, eight minutes, eight minutes.” Annabeth repeated over and over as she paced the room nervously biting her finger nails. The pressure inside her mounting alongside the anxiety caused by the state of Angelica and Courtney who had fallen quiet, extremely unlike her.
“Ooh” Annabeth stopped where she was, her legs slamming together as she felt her muscles quiver for a second. A strange warmth spreading in her crotch for a moment, but looking down she was relieved to see everything was dry. The sensation a strange phantom leak as her muscles now began to relentlessly scream at her to let her pee out.
Feeling another painful cramp she let out a quiet groan before beginning to pace around again, it always seemed to help, not that she remembered the last time she needed to go this badly.
“Two minutes, two minutes, two minutes” Annabeth was now saying as she lapped the machine, wincing slightly as bladder throbbed. Leaning on her left ankle she was using it like some sort of masochist, the pain from the sprained ankle somehow distracting herself from her need.
They were so close to both success and utter failure, the tenseness in the room was almost unbearable.
Hearing a loud quick grunt from beside her she looked down at the sweating mess that Courtney had become in the last 10 minutes. Doubling over her assistant had somehow stifled what Annabeth was sure would have been a much longer groan of desperation. She was now sitting with her legs folded under her, rocking on the spot in otherwise silence. She just had to hold on a little….
“I…I just leaked” Courtney announced through gritted teeth, her face burning red and the muscles in her neck bulging as she tightened anything she could control in order to keep her bulging bladder contained.
“Just a little longer!” Annabeth tried to rally her spirit.
“I Know, I know……But I cant hold this much longer.”
“Me neither.” Miia replied, standing awkwardly with her legs double knotted.
A loud whimper from Angelica was a sign that it was all of them that had reached this point, even Annabeth. Her almost leak a sure sign that she had reached the edges of control. The pulses and forks of pain only escalating with each passing moment.
But hearing a click from behind her Annabeth knew that this would be the last chance she got, one more time or it would be over. She wasn’t sure if she could make it 10 more minutes if she had to wait for the machine to rest again, but she was sure that none of the others looked like they could.
A pitiful wallowing noise began to escape Angelica, reaffirming that thought as she watched the young woman cradling her giant bladder. The skin under her shirt pulled tighter than she ever thought possible, bulging out of her monstrously and escaping under the once loose fitting top she had on.
Hobbling over Annabeth pressed the first rune. “Come on guys, one more go.”
“What if its not the last test?” Courtney asked, a louder groan escaping Angelica at the mere suggestion there could be more challenges after this one.
Moving over Annabeth pressed the second one as soon as she could, each half rotation of the other runes seeming to take an age for them.
“If its not…I don’t think im making it any further.” Miia admitted, sheepishly moving her hand to the side and revealing a tiny wet patch on her khaki shorts.
“Come on guys, just a few mu, more minutes.” Annabeth said, doubling over in pain as she pressed in the third rune. Her ears filled with another groan from Angelica as the woman fell into a foetal position, now laying on the ground in a protective stance, but all the pain was coming from within not the outside.
“That’s four” Annabeth announced, hoping that the progress she was making would give the others a little more power to hold.
“Which one should I go too.” Courtney asked, her head in a daze as she sat rigidly on both of her heels and despite what she was saying Courtney knew any movement would probably spell the end of her control. Her cheeks rosy from the exertion and shirt damp with sweat.
“Five!”
“Don’t bother, I think this is our last shot.” Annabeth said, huffing and puffing as she continued to the 6th rune.
Walking wasn’t helping anymore, so gripping herself as tightly as possible Annabeth waited for the 5th rune to stop and slapped the 6th one.
“Half way there.”
7….8…9….
Each press was accompanied by a number of groans, grunts and whimpers from the group of four women who had truly passed any limits they thought they had.
“Here goes nothing” Annabeth said, pushing the first unknown rune. At least this was one she was almost sure on and she was delighted to see the 10th rune rotate, her breath catching in her throat until she saw it fall into position. She was right!”
“Im so sorry” A quiet voice whimpered from the floor.
Looking over Annabeth could see the bottom of Angelicas tan trousers darken for a moment as she began to lose control. The burst of wetness spreading down her rear and the inside of her bottom thigh as she led on her side facing away from them and hiding her face from them. But somehow as she grunted again, she seemed to have cut off the flow, her hands digging deeply into her womanhood for all the extra support they could give her.
“I…I….” Annabeth said as she looked between the two last runes. It could have been either of them, it was a 50/50 shot.
“Just pick one!” Miia shouted, her outburst sounding more desperate than annoyed.
Outstretching her right-hand Annabeth pushed the rune which began to rotate.
Time seemed to stand still as she watched it; her ears filled with her own heart beat as she tried to listen to see if the machine was about to spurt water on them.
“Hiiuuuu” Angelica cried a strange noise, Annabeth looking over to see another burst of wetness escaping between the young woman’s hands as they grabbed desperately at herself.
*Click*
“We’ve done it!” Angelica cried as she slammed her hand into the final rune.
“I can’t!” came a pained wail as a loud sodden hissing filled the room as Angelica’s bladder burst at the seams, wetness erupting from her saturating her trousers. Annabeth watched as the wetness started rushing over Angelicas legs and starting to pool on the sand covered floor as she groaned in relief, her hands causing the clear liquid to spray out in multiple directions at once. The heavily pressurised stream splashing against them like a finger in a hose as she led on her side. Her right leg was completely drenched within moments, her tan trousers turning a dark caramel colour as the liquid was absorbed into the material. The wet patch was quickly growing all the way up the seat of her pants despite her position, some soaking into her top as it pooled on the floor. Letting her hands sag away a ripple of liquid was even possible to see as it forced itself at some pace through the fabric, a small fountain continuing unabated.
“I…oh….well that’s that.” Miia said, her head drooping and body sagging as her shorts quickly joined Angelicas as she lost or possibly gave up the last shreds of her control. Streams flowing down both her legs and splattering onto the stone beneath them noisily. The patter of her accident and hiss from Angelica’s echoing around the room and tormenting the two remaining women. The sound of a dozen accidents reaching their ears as they struggled for composure and control.
*Click*
Turning Annabeth through her scrunched eyes saw the last rune fall into place. Had they done it, did it count, or was all of their suffering for nothing.
In the middle of the room the entire machine rotated, dust and debris falling from the machine as it shook violently.
“What’s happening?” Miia asked as she moved over to help Angelica away from the machine, both of the accidents still ongoing and leaving wet trails across the floor.
“I don’t know, I…OOoh” Annabeth started, her thought interrupted by a powerful pulse from her bladder that caused her to fall to one knee.
“Oh shit” She whispered quietly as she felt her bladder give up. A jet of wetness leaving her and running down her left leg that she was knelt on. A smaller stream falling directly below her as she joined both of the others in losing control. She had known it was coming, the painful pulses a sure sign, but it still felt like a strange surprise for some reason. She had been trying to deny it, to occupy her mind with the puzzles and she guessed it must have worked for it to creep up on her this badly. Although a strange warm sensation from the rune on her arm made her wonder for a moment if something else had just happened?
Suddenly as three of them continued to pee a gust of chilled air burst through the floor as the device at its centre was lifted upwards. An opening appearing in the roof which it was slowly pushed into. For the first time Annabeth looked around the room with a clear mind, her body relaxing as the litres and hours of piss continued to flow freely down her one leg, overflowing her boot and causing a large puddle to start forming around where she was knelt. It was only now that she realised the room didn’t have two doors, it should have been obvious to them, but their pee addled minds must have some how overlooked it. This was the final test, it had to be.
As the machine slowly rose into the air, it revealed a small spiral staircase going downwards, the exit revealing itself. So had they been successful?
“Did we do it?” A strained voice asked as Annabeth looked across to see Courtney still somehow dry.
“I don’t know, but one way or the other…its over.” Annabeth said, her head tilting back as she sighed with relief, her bladder finally empty and despite the wet trousers she felt a lot more comfortable.
“Oh thank god.” Courtney said, standing up quickly as a small snake of pee moved down her exposed thigh before she crouched again and yanked her shorts down.
Looking away in shock and to give Courtney privacy all Annabeth heard was the moan of pleasure and a heavy stream splattering against the rock.
At least one of us made it, she thought to herself as the edge of Courtney’s heavily pressurised stream flowed past the edges of her vision. The thin puddle pushed away from her at speed since it was free of any clothing or barriers. Joining up with the rest of their accidents a giant dark grey and orange puddle had formed covering most of the large room, beginning to drip through the hole in the floor that had appeared.
After another minute Courtney finally stopped peeing and Angelica who had been the first to lose it finished a few seconds later. The pink haired woman standing unsteadily, a strange smile plastered across her face despite a small bulge still being visible in her stomach. Her trousers were completely covered in her own urine, not a spot had been spared, but she didn’t seem to have a care in the world.
Miia was clearly uncomfortable with her new wet clothes, trying to wring them dry and pulling them away from herself. But now was the moment, had they succeeded or was all this for nothing?
After collecting themselves and swapping glances at each other’s wet clothes the group descended in almost silence, a faint dripping noise the only sound as their pee followed them down.
Descending into the darkness they could see the faint glow of something near the bottom, the same now eerie looking blue light coming from more of those crystals. But as they finally made it to the bottom, they were met with something they didn’t expect. Leaving the stairwell they found themselves in a lush green meadow, long removed from the arid desert above them. Beside them a small stream flowed past with fish jumping out of the water.
“What the hell?” Miia asked, looking around them.
“Honestly, I was thinking the same.” Annabeth replied, causing a couple of smirks from the others as the tribulations of the last couple of hours were quickly forgotten.
“I guess we go over there?” Courtney said, pointing to a small wooden house that appeared to have been built there some time ago out of an old boat.
Walking through the open and slightly run-down looking doorway they entered the large hut. Its walls covered in tapestries and containing artefacts from across the world. A large painting caught Annabeth’s attention, it showed a pirate figure standing next to a large ship. But the thing that had gotten her attention was the rune on the mans arm and the tablet sticking out from a satchel. An inscription read “To Marquis of Tong'an, may the waters be clear and your journey safe. The Omotet is in your debt.”
“Is this your pirate fellow?” Courtney asked, leaning in to read it alongside her.
“It would seem that way, but it doesn’t explain what we have to do now we are here.”
“I think I’ve got that” Miia said, pointing to a scroll on the table. The paper wrapped up by a strange band with some kind of wooden symbol on it.
“What is it?” Annabeth asked “They look like what the people with you were wearing.”
“It’s a piece of the Mantuub tree. I don’t know its exact history but they grow in the waters of the Nile and seems to counteract the powers of the runes.” Miia replied. “Its almost like a sacred artifact for the Omotet.”
“How does it work?”
“I have no idea, I mean do you know how the rune works?” Miia countered.
“Fair point” Annabeth admitted before picking up the scroll and unrolling it. The parchment unfurling to show a nicely painted image of a tree with the pirate and another figure stood next to it. Their hands touching the tree which had been pained with a number of runes covering it.
“I mean it’s a nice picture, but how does it help us?” Courtney asked, looking over their shoulders.
“Uh guys…” Angelica interrupted, pointing out of one of the windows and at a tree that seemed to be the exact one on the painting.
Looking at each other Annabeth and Courtney shrugged, what did they have to lose.
Walking out the back of the house they approached the tree, its dark wood knotted and thick. But the closer they got the more Annabeth’s arm seemed to feel heavy, the rune starting to burn but her bladder not filling. Did she have the powers back now, or was it something to do with the tree. Stopping by its trunk she looked around for any other clues. “Now what?”
“I guess try touching it?” Miia said.
Outstretching her arm Annabeth touched the wooden bark, a sudden intense burst of searing heat filling her arm and bladder. She didn’t know what was happening, but she couldn’t let go of the tree now she had touched it. Taking a deep breath, she remembered how Laurence had transferred a rune in front of her and closing her eyes she relaxed and willed the tree to take it.
In front of the others the dune flashed a bright yellow colour before the rune seemed to liquify, forming strange water like tendrils that moved down Annabeth’s arm and extended onto the tree. The rune quickly transferring on its bark and leaving a dark trail before flashing again.
Stumbling back Annabeth could now make out an ingrained symbol on the bark and checking her arm she was happy to see the rune had gone. They had done it!
“Now what?” Miia asked as the reality of what they had just done began to sink in.
“Now, we go home.” Annabeth said, the group smiling and beginning the track back towards the entrance.
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Hey guys, I really hope you enjoyed that story.
It was a little bit of a different type than I usually write and I wasn’t entirely sure where it was going when I started it. Hopefully that didn’t come across too much with the chapters.
I’d love to know what you all thought, it could be something I try again in the future.
But I've already been planning my next one which I will be doing as a properly interactive story, Ill be posting the first very short chapter this weekend or maybe Monday. So if you liked this story or the others ive written keep an eye out, the working title is “The desperate promotion”. But that is all I will say for now.
If you guys have any questions about this story feel free to ask, it was good fun to write although I don’t have any plans to revisit it in the future. |
A/N: A commission!
The meeting today is a rather important one, with a lot to be discussed now that the world has begun to settle again. Sanaki, Micaiah, and Elincia are all representing their respective nations, three powerful leaders here to discuss their alliances and the future of their nations, and there are a lot of security precautions taken, to make sure that they are completely protected for the duration of the meeting.
There are even traps set in front of the door, where, if it is forced open in any way, the traps will be triggered. Their guards have the ability to get in without forcing it open, and the women are able to get out from the inside, according to what they have been told, but other than that, no one is able to get in without permission. That is certainly one way to keep the group safe, as they drink their tea and discuss politics.
Naturally, the meeting goes on for quite a while, as they have a lot of very important, very secretive things to discuss. Part of the reason for the traps at the door is because their guards have been instructed not to stand at the door, and to instead come back later, at a specific time when the meeting should be over and done with. Despite the great trust they all hold for their personal guards, it is decided that no one should have the potential to be within earshot of their meeting, leaving them all completely isolated until they are done discussing things.
It goes on for so long that it only makes sense that the tea might start to catch up with all of them. Each begins to feel a nagging at their bladders at different times, and each tries to push it out of their minds for the time being. They all have their training in politics, in decent relations, and all know to hold it until the meeting is done, and not to interrupt a discussion this important for such a trivial need.
That being said, by the time the meeting is already over, all three of them are very glad. That slight nagging has begun to grow a lot in a short time, and is only going to get worse if they do not all go to relieve themselves. None of them realize yet that the others are dealing with the same problem, because they have all done whatever they can to keep the need discreet.
However, once they go to the door, they realize a problem. The door is supposed to open easily from this side, without triggering any of the potentially deadly traps. That is what is supposed to happen, but as Micaiah pulls on it, she finds that it will not move. She turns to the others, a confused look on her face, before trying it again, pulling it a little bit harder, but before she can put anymore muscle into it, Sanaki is quick to stop her.
“I wouldn’t pull too hard if I were you. If the door is forced open…” She trails off, but that is not a sentence that needs to be finished. They all know exactly what hangs in the air, and they all know the risk they would be taking if they were to try and pull it. The traps would certainly be triggered, and if that were to happen, none of them are sure if they would be able to avoid injury.
“The guards will be coming to get us soon,” Elincia points out, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. “After all, we finished earlier than expected. If we wait it out, then they can open the door and let us out safely. It’s probably better to do that than to take the risk.”
“Agreed,” Micaiah says with a nod, but deep down, she is not so sure about this. She is pretty sure that she does not want to take the risk with the traps, but she is not sure just how long she is going to be able to wait for someone to come and rescue her. As much as she can try to hide it, she can’t just will away her need to pee, and it is growing more with each passing moment.
At the same time, the others are worrying about the same thing. Elincia has had to sit through her fair share of frustrating meetings, but she has never left one this desperate, only to find out that she could not do anything about that desperation. She bites her lip as she looks away from the other two, hoping that it will not be long now, and that she will be able to make it through this without the others figuring out how badly she needs to pee.
Sanaki is concerned about the older women figuring out her own predicament. Often, she has to worry about looking mature, not wanting anyone to look down on her because of her age. It is something that she has had to deal with all her life, and when dealing with foreign relations, she wants to look strong and capable before other leaders. The last thing she wants to do is reflect poorly on her nation, or to have people believe that such a great land is being led by a helpless little girl.
If she were to start whining about needing to get out of here because of her need to pee, that would certainly not look good on her. Of course, she has no way of knowing that she is not the only one suffering right now, but because she does not know that, she is concerned about trying to keep it to herself, trying to look mature, while her bladder continues to ache, making it hard for her to even stand still.
How much longer will it be now? All three of them find themselves wondering that, hoping that they will not have much longer at all. It does not feel like they got done with their meeting that much earlier than intended, not so much so that they would have to have a wait like this. And if they really got done that early, then it sure is lucky that they did, considering how badly they all have to pee. Each girl finds herself wondering just how much she would have been able to take, if the meeting had kept going like this.
Subconsciously, they may have tried to rush things along. None of them know that their plight is shared rather equally, but with each wanting to get through things quickly, it makes sense that they might have rushed things, and if all three of them were trying to rush, then there would be nothing to stop them from getting through their meeting in record time. Which would have been good for all of them, if not for the fact that now they are all left desperate and trapped, with one factor that none of them could have planned for, and that none of them are able to get past.
Time ticks by, and the situation begins to grow worse for each of them, as their bladders continue to protest being made to wait. There is nothing that can be done, and all three simply stand around, not sure what to do to pass the time, and too caught up in their own worries to start discussing something new, to try and distract themselves from everything.
Until Micaiah softly groans, deciding that there is no point in trying to keep it a secret. If it gets much worse, it is going to become obvious to the others, and though she knows that she needs to keep up a dignified appearance in front of other world leaders, she can’t help but feel relaxed, when it comes to Elincia and Sanaki. Though the two of them did not grow up together, the latter is still her sister, and she and Elincia have fought together. All three of them have fought together, and have worked together to help push the world into brighter days.
So there is really no need for her to be so formal around them both that she can’t say, “I hope this doesn’t take too much longer. After all that tea, I’m absolutely bursting.” She does blush a bit as she says it, and as soon as the words are out of her mouth, she notices the other two flustering a bit.
There is a pause before Elincia nods and says, “I know exactly what you mean. It would be nice if we didn’t have to wait here for very long.” Secretly, she is relieved that Micaiah said something about it. She does not feel nearly as embarrassed to admit it if she is not the only one, and she shares the same concern that, if she is made to wait for much longer, it is going to become obvious whether she wants it to or not.
Sanaki hesitates a bit, not sure if she wants to admit it or not. Obviously, she knows that she will not be able to hide it for long, if she is going to have to keep this up for a while, but she is still embarrassed, even knowing that the two of them are desperate as well. If only she were genuinely not desperate, then she would take this as a chance to look mature and composed in front of them, but she knows, deep down, that if she tries that in her current condition, it will surely backfire, and something will end up giving her away.
With a sigh, she nods and says, “Yes, I feel the same.” It is a bit easier to admit to it than she thought it would be, and the girls give her sympathetic looks, not because they pity the poor child, but because they are struggling just the same that she is.
With all of that out in the open, it is easier for Micaiah to squirm about. Standing still is becoming like torture for her, and she does not want to make this any worse on herself than she has to. She is not entirely unused to having to hold it, and knows that she can last for a while, but things are already getting bad for her. Usually, she has the chance to control how much she has to drink when she knows she will have to hold it. Growing up on the streets, and her time spent on the battlefield both taught her that important lesson, and as a queen, she has never had much to worry about there.
But today, she did not expect anything like this to happen, and so, she did not hold back when it came to drinking tea. She could kick herself for it now; she has gotten much too relaxed lately, and even if this is something no one could have predicted, she still could have been a bit more careful. Now, she is fighting what she hopes is not a losing battle with herself, alongside Elincia and Sanaki. The only thing keeping her from making a fool of herself is the fact that the two of them are bursting as well, have admitted as much.
It makes sense, considering neither of them held back on the tea either. Of course, both are regretting it now, and while both have experience with holding for important meetings, as well as battle, they do not have the kind of experience that Micaiah does, and both are starting to worry about their ability to last. It does not help that they have no idea when they are going to be let out of this room, so there is no estimation to tell themselves this is how much longer I have to wait. With all that in mind, it makes the wait seem that much more impossible, while both know they they can’t let it be impossible.
As time continues to drag on, the girls each try to deal with their problem privately. Micaiah has become a little less shy about the fact that she has to go, and the others have at least admitted to it, but that does not mean that either of them enjoy the fact that they have to openly squirm around each other. Sanaki tries to keep her movements as subtle as possible, but even so, she is conscious of everything she does, and assumes that Elincia and Micaiah must be as well, that they must notice every little thing that she does.
The truth is that neither of them are paying as much attention to her as they are to themselves, but she does not realize that, just the same as she does not seem to realize that neither of them would judge her for this, even if they weren’t already just as desperate as she is. After all, it is not her fault that they got stuck in here, and anyone would need to visit the bathroom after having a lot to drink. It has nothing to do with how mature, or how good of a leader she is; sometimes these things just happen.
In Sanaki’s mind, however, this is all completely unacceptable, and every time that she feels another pang from her bladder, she looks away as she winces, so that no one sees the look of pain on her face. It is driving her absolutely mad, having to contain what feels like a veritable flood in her bladder, and she would give anything to be anywhere else, as long as she was alone, and had some sort of way to relieve herself. Biting her lip, she tries to distract herself with other thoughts, but there is nothing that comes to mind, her bladder far too persistent to be forgotten.
Squeezing her thighs together, she wishes that she could be a little more subtle about things, but it is quickly getting to the point that that will not be possible at all. She prays for some sort of salvation to come, but she is met with only silence, save for a few soft groans or sighs from her companions. Looking over to them, she notices both have become more open about their desperation, but somehow, she is able to justify that, while still being hard on herself for squirming at all.
Micaiah has taken to jiggling her legs, not remaining still for even a second. This definitely helps for the time being, but she knows that it will not last forever. It will only help her for a little while, before her desperation gets to the point that squirming around is not enough, and then it will grow beyond that, until even dancing is not enough to keep her from feeling the pain, always wondering if she is just one step away from completely losing control.
But all she can do is try to keep her calm, and do whatever she can to keep the need at bay. Soon enough, she is sure that their guards will come for them, and they will be safely let out, where she does not care who sees her making her mad dash. Perhaps if she is not shy about the ordeal, then everyone will pay more attention to her, and not notice that Elincia and Sanaki are just as frantic as she is. That might be a little much to hope for, but she does not mind taking one for the team, hardly considering herself a traditional royal.
As for Elincia, she just hopes that she will be able to maintain a dignified appearance once the door is open. Right now, she is starting to give up on doing that, and though it is embarrassing with just the other girls to see her, she knows that she can tolerate that, especially when she also knows that both of them will be understanding. It is just the fact that she is not sure if she can revert back to how she ordinarily behaves once the doors are open, or if that will be impossible without wetting herself.
All she can do is worry about the present, though. It will do her no good to be concerned about her dignity in the future if she ends up wetting herself now, and has to leave with a soaked dress. That is what she tells herself as she starts crossing and uncrossing her legs, the fabric of her dress rustling a bit every time she moves, making it rather obvious what she is doing. She steals glances at the others, not exactly pleased to see that Micaiah seems to be doing worse than her, but at least glad that she is not the only one resorting to movement to keep herself under control.
At the same time, she is rather impressed with Sanaki, who is just slightly squirming, clearly trying her best to maintain her composure. It is obvious that she has had years of training to keep up a dignified appearance, but she can’t help but wonder how much of it is an act, and how badly the girl must actually have to go. If it is even half as bad as Elincia does, then it has to be absolute agony right now.
All three of them are in agony, and all three of them are doing whatever they can to cope with the pain from their bladders. It would be so easy to just give up, but none of them want to deal with the humiliation of their soaked clothes, and beyond that, there is nothing they can do. No containers in here that they could realistically use, and certainly no way to hide what they have done, if they actually go through with something like that. There really is no other option besides holding it and waiting, because none of them consider forcing their way out to be a real option at this point.
Micaiah has no idea how much time has passed once she gets to the point where she feels like holding herself is the best option. She can hardly believe that no one has come for them yet, and knows that she is getting dangerously close to the point that she will not be able to hold it anymore, barely even able to imagine what it is like for the other two. But it seems like they are taking their cues from her, and if that is the case, then she is not going to restrain herself when it comes to doing whatever is necessary to hold it. If she has to make things super obvious and embarrassing to get them to do whatever makes it easy for them, then she will do just that, deciding that she really does not mind the embarrassment on her part.
It will be a lot more embarrassing for all of them, if any of them end up completely losing control, after all. So, with that, she jams a hand between her legs, groaning a bit as she holds herself. Immediately, the other two notice this, both blushing when they realize just how shameless she is being. Micaiah blushes a bit herself, but she does not let go, knowing that this is going to make it easier in the long run, and that making it is all that matters.
Elincia eventually picks up on this, and decides that it is more worth it to embarrass herself by doing something like that, than to let things get completely out of hand. With Micaiah starting things off, she can be less ashamed of the way she presses a hand against the front of her dress, doing the best that she can to hold herself despite the way her outfit does not allow for that much freedom of movement. It is definitely humiliating to do this, but if it is necessary, then she is going to do it.
She can’t keep still at all now, so desperate that she is not sure how she is supposed to handle it. It seems like they have been waiting forever, and it must have been a long time since their meeting ended, so she has no idea why no one has come for them. Perhaps it just feels like it has been much longer than it actually has, because of how badly she needs to pee, but even if that is the case, that still does not make her feel any better. At this point, she does not think anything will make her feel better, so all she can do is try to hold herself, and squirm around as much as possible, doing anything and everything to keep her bursting bladder in check.
At the same time, Sanaki has no idea what to do. She knows that, if the other two are already doing it, then that must mean it is okay for her to do the same, but she still feels ashamed to show any sign of her desperation. It is getting so bad now that she almost knows she is not going to make it, but she tries to ignore those thoughts, tries to ignore the panic rising up in her, and tries to tell herself that she is definitely going to make it, that she has no choice but to make it. Wetting herself is simply not an option, not at this point in her life.
But it hurts so much, and if she tries to hold still for too long, she leaks a little bit, and is soon set squirming again. As much as she wants to be still and composed, she has no choice in the matter, but she really does not want to hold herself, not in front of Micaiah or Elincia, not even if the two of them are already doing it. She really, really does not want to resort to that, but her bladder is protesting so much now, and she has no choice.
Face burning in humiliation, she presses a hand to her crotch, refusing to look at either of them, not wanting to know their reactions. Of course, they do not really react at all, more concerned with their own problems, but Sanaki does not know that, and just wants to keep to herself, as much as she possibly can. Biting her lip hard, she fights with all she has, squirming more openly, just trying to keep her bladder from emptying of its own accord, trying to keep perfect control over her body.
She fails at that.
Sanaki’s heart starts racing, and she yelps involuntarily, and she redoubles all of her efforts, no longer caring if she looks ridiculous, just as long as she can get this spurt to stop, but she can’t. This is more than just a little leak, and even when she stops it, it immediately starts again. She tries everything she can, grinding her hand down, squirming around as much as possible, but the only thing that she achieves is getting the attention of the other two, just in time to watch her completely fail, and wet herself right there in front of both of them.
Everything that she has done has been for nothing, and she is overcome with humiliation as it all starts gushing out of her, soaking through her clothing, making a complete mess of her, while also making a mess of the floor beneath her. All she can do is look down, refusing to look at the other sympathetic royals, not wanting to see the pity in their eyes as they watch her wet herself like the little girl they no doubt believe she is.
No matter how hard she tried, it was not enough, and it feels like a century before her bladder is finally empty. Even then, she will not look up at them, and though both feel bad for her, they both sense that there is not much they can say. And neither have much time to worry about her anyway, since both are still struggling with their own troubles- troubles that have gotten much worse as a direct result of seeing Sanaki wet herself. Neither Elincia nor Micaiah have much time left at this, but they are just as powerless as ever, still forced to wait, and forced to keep holding it if they want to be able to make it.
Sanaki will have to deal with the fact that she has wet clothes, and as much as the other two pity her for that, neither want to go through that themselves, so they just keep fighting that impossible battle. Elincia clamps down as much as she can, trying to prevent any leaks, grinding against her hand and practically hopping in place, not caring how ridiculous she looks at this point. As long as she is able to make it, then nothing else matters. Nothing matters except making it out of here dry, and yet, her body soon stops cooperating with her much too soon.
Elincia refuses to believe that this is the end for her, and after the first few leaks, she is still able to stop them, still able to fight against them, but they come more and more frequently. She is right there on the edge of losing control, her undergarments growing soaked from each leak, but she has to make sure that her dress remains dry, she just has to.
Even so, merely telling herself that is not enough to actually make it so, and before she can stop it, one leak is just too powerful, so much more than she has had to deal with so far. Before she realizes it, she has already lost control, already lost this battle. It occurs to her soon enough, though, she lets out a cry of despair as it all begins rushing out of her, quickly soaking through the fabric she wears. There is a lot to soak through to make a noticeable stain on her dress, but she does not think to move her hands out of the way, to stop pushing her dress down, before it has already begun, and by then, there is no way to make it look like anything other than what it is.
It is obvious now that Elincia has wet herself, and she is still not completely empty, a puddle growing on the floor beneath her. She sighs, and is left panting, feeling somewhat exhausted now that it is finally all coming out of her. Her bladder still aches, sore from having to hold so much, and she only wishes that she could enjoy her relief a little bit more. However, she can at least take comfort in the fact that she is not completely alone in this. She knows that Sanaki is hardly pleased right now, and that she should not take any sort of comfort in someone else’s suffering, but it is hard not to be grateful for whatever she can right now.
And now, that only leaves Micaiah, who has become so frantic now that she is constantly squirming and dancing, holding herself tight with both hands, and not letting go for anything in the world. She knows that, once that door is opened, she will not be able to let go, and that she will have to run as fast as she can manage to make it, and she does not care how humiliating that may be. Behind her, there will be two girls who were already soaked, so that should explain how desperate and frantic she is, and she is beyond the point of caring if anyone judges her for this situation.
But first, she has to actually make it to that point, and that is seeming less and less likely with every moment that passes. A good amount of time does tick by after Elincia wets herself, and Micaiah makes an impressive show of holding it, all of her experience seriously paying off. Her bladder is very strong, but it is still not invincible, and she knows that she is not going to be able to hold it for much longer. She hopes for what seems impossible now, hoping that someone will open the door right away, but still no one comes, and eventually, she is just not able to keep waiting.
And so, she loses control as well, joining the others in their embarrassment, and making it so that none of them are able to make it out of this situation. Their guards are likely going to get an earful for this later, but right now, Micaiah does not think about what is to come. The only thing that she thinks about is how damn good it feels to suddenly be able to pee, even if it is happening entirely against her will. As her bladder empties, as the steady stream flows out of her, picking up speed until it is an all out torrent, the only thing she can think about is how good this relief is.
There will be plenty of time to be embarrassed later, but right now, it just feels good, and she lets her head tip back a bit, sighing in relief. Her clothes become thoroughly drenched, and the puddle at her feet is very large, making her wonder how her bladder could possibly hold that much. No wonder she was not able to make it to the end, and at least, even if she could not be the only one to make it, she is far from the only one to have wet herself. The three of them have been in this together from the beginning, and are still in it together.
Ultimately, it is not their fault that they were stuck like this. The three of them should have been able to get out easily, and it isn’t their fault that they could not. So, none of them actually have anything to be ashamed of. Now all Micaiah has to do is convince the others of that before the guards finally get here.
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